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starfirewildheart · 1 year ago

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Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 12

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 4,004

Rating: mentions of the aftermath of animal abuse. Kidnapping. Shooting.

Scars and Souvenirs

Chapter 12

Sy pulled into the parking place in front of the pizza place in the small strip mall and they all climbed out of the truck. “Do you need any toiletries or anything for the house that we didn't think of?” He asked Mike.

“I could use some shaving supplies unless growing a beard is a requirement at the ranch,” he chuckled.

“Mmm no big beards, I prefer scruff,” Debbie smiled and ran her hand over the scruff of Sy's jaw. Sy smiled as he turned his head and pressed a kiss to her palm then bent and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Why don't you two go grab that stuff and I'll put the order in for the food,” She suggested. They agreed and headed off.

Deb put in their food order laughing when the girl behind the counter asked if she was having a party with the amount of food she was getting and she laughed. “Nah just feeding to men that are bottomless pits.”

“I'd keep that man so happy that the only thing he'd ever be hungry for was me.” Another woman waiting for an order whispered to her friend, though they were not quiet.

Debbie bristled and turned to the women. “Excuse me?”

“ What?” One of the women rolled her eyes, irritated that she had to explain herself. Her friend at least had the sense to look uncomfortable. “Syverson is hot as hell. Ain't a woman in town that don't wanna piece of that.”

Debbie stepped closer to her. “Well you may be female but you're far from being a woman, sweetheart. Why don't you just stick to pickin up the trash off the street.”

~~~~☆~~~~

Mike grabbed some cheap razors and shaving cream as well as some and some aftershave and Sy stopped him.

He took the cheap razors out of Mike's hand. “These things will chew up your face.”

Mike shrugged, “it's just what happens when you shave, right?”

Sy shook his head. “Look you don't have to have stupid expensive razors to shave or anything but you do need something with a bit of quality.” He saw the confusion on Mike's face and tried a different approach. “It's like a good knife. It doesn't have to be expensive but, the blade does need to at least have a good quality. It can't have a bunch of nicks and imperfections in the blade or it just tears and rips instead of cutting and slicing. A razor is sort of the same. It needs to have a quality edge or it's gonna tear your skin instead of shaving the hair.”

“Oh,” he blinked. “That makes sense.” He took the pack of razors the Sy handed him. “Thanks.” They headed to the check out and again to Mike's surprise, Sy pushed his hand away when he took out his wallet and paid for it himself.

“Thanks but you didn't have to do that. You're supposed to be punishing me, not supporting me,” Mike told him as they left.

“Sure,” Sy smirked, otherwise ignoring him. Once they stepped outside the heard people arguing. Looking to his left, about five shops down he saw a small group of people, Debbie among them. He quickly went to her just in time to see her forcefully shove a man's hand from her arm. Sy grabbed the man by the arm forcefully. “Is there a problem?”

The man held up his hands in surrender. “The girls were arguing and I was just trying to see how I could help, “ he said innocently.

Debbie‘s eyebrow arched as she glared at him. “Help? You wanna do something useful then put your bitch on a leash before she gets hurt!” She growled before spinning on her heel and going back into the restaurant.

The man turned to walk away with a laugh but was caught short by Sy's suddenly vice-like grip. “You ever touch her again I'll break both your fuckin arms, understood?” The man looked like he was about to piss himself but didn't speak. “I said,” Sy snarled spring the mam to speak.

“Yea, I understand! I understand!” He grunted when Sy shoved him away and he and the two women took off. Sy and Mike went into the restaurant to check on Deb.

She was sitting on a bench seat across from the counter. They both sat next to her. Sy put his arm around her feeling her trembling. “I'm not hurt,” She told him before he could ask. “I'm just pissed.”

The manager of the pizzeria came over to check on her. “I'm so sorry that this happened.”

“What happened?” Sy asked? The counter and floor were covered with cups, napkins and other things.

“The ladies were being very rude,” the manager explained. I asked them to leave and they started pushing stuff off the counter. The blonde shoved one of my workers to the ground when she tried to intervene. Your friend stepped in when that happened and showed them out the door. I came back in to call the police when the man came up.”

Sy pressed a kiss to Debbie's temple as two uniform officers walked in. They took Debbie's statement and allowed them to leave with their food, which had been comped by the grateful manager.

From across the road the man and two women watched them get into the truck and drive away. He turned to Mitch, Mike's father who was beaten bloody. “You better be right about how much the kid will bring but the boss will enjoy the bitch as well,” he licked his lips at the thought.

On the way back to the ranch Sy kept his hand firmly on her thigh and she hugged his arm. Mike was chuckling from the passenger seat. Deb looked over at him with an arched brow. “Put your bitch on a leash!” He laughed. “That was like the coolest line ever,” he insisted.

Debbie blushed as Sy joined in. “My vicious little wolf.” By the time they got home they were all laughing.

They all gathered in the den with soda and pizza watching movies by Christmas lights. Deb was curled up on the sofa next to Sy, Aika sitting by them hoping for sneaky snacks and Mike in the recliner. Deb was about to doze off when Sy started getting texts. She didn't think anything about it at first but they were almost constant and when she glanced over she saw the name Mary. When the movie stopped she sat up. “I'm gonna let you guys clear up in here while I go get ready for bed. The vet and farrier will be here at four in the morning to work on Rose.” She turned to Mike. “Need you to be at the stable no later than three thirty.” She smiled when he cringed. “Some mornings we're out well before the sun.” She patted his shoulder on her way to the bedroom.

She leaned against the bathroom vanity willing herself to not let her mind run away with her. Maybe Mary was someone he was working with…but she knew all of the officers too and there was no Mary. She tossed back a few Tylenol for the permanent headache she seemed to keep lately then brushed her teeth then slipped off her jeans before crawling into bed.

After Sy got everything locked up and Mike settled, Aika out for her night time potty he went to the bathroom to relieve himself and brushed his teeth before crawling in bed. He slid to the middle of the bed but Deb was still an arms length away so he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “Mmm, that's better,” he rumbled, kissing her shoulder then neck. “Walt texted earlier, he needs me pretty early in the morning but it shouldn't take long and I'll be back to help.”

Her chest clenched knowing it wasn't Walt that had texted him but she refused to cry. Instead she twisted in his arms and crashed her lips against his on a painful kiss. Her hands shoved his underwear down and stroked his semi hard cock to fullness as he moaned and thrust into her hand.

Sy moved to go down between her legs but she grabbed his arms and stopped him. “What's wrong, sugar?”

“Fuck me Sy “ She rasped desperately.

He grinned “demanding tonight?”

“We just don't have a lot of time.” She rolled them so that she was on top and straddled him. Reaching down she jerked her panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off before spearing herself with him and sinking down to the hilt causing them both to moan. She only paused a second before she started levering herself up and down squeezing her walls tight around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he grabbed her hips in a near brusing grip as she milked him in the most amazing way. He watched her ride him with abandon desperation and seek out her own pleasure. Reaching under her shirt he pawed at her breasts as she rubbed circles on her clit rolling through her first orgasam.

“Oh God, oh God, oh god,” She whined as her body clenched. She fought against Sy rolling them over but wasn't strong enough to stop it. His wide body pinned her legs up near her chest as he continued to fuck into her. She scratched her nails roughly over his back causing him to jerk and hiss. “Harder,” She demanded. “I want to feel this for days. Every time I move or set I don't want to think of anything else but you fucking me so hard my teeth rattle and my legs won't work!” She pressed her heels hard against his ass and thrust up hard and fast as she worked her hand between them and started pinching the already sensitive bundle of nerves there leaving it even more red and swollen. It didn't take long for both of them to cum hard, she squrited hard all over his cock and balls and the obscene squelching, wet sounds rung his orgasam out of him until he collapses on top of her for a moment before rolling off so she can breathe.

“Fuck baby, that was, wow,” he panted.

“Yea,” She agreed breathlessly. “Thank you.” Sy used all the energy he had left to reach over and lay his hand on her.

~~~~♡~~~~

Debbie was up and at the barn by two am. Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was Sy with someone else. She trusted him and knew he wasn't already fuckin the woman but he was bonding with her right? She was probably all sweet and soft, soft spoken, timid little thing. Someone who doesn't remind him of his time in the sand box. All the shit he just wants to forget.

She facepalmed after sitting her cup of coffee on her desk. “You are the stupidest smart person on this planet!” She growled at herself. It was starting to make sense .

She tried to focus on getting all the files on her desk into the computer. They had full time ranch hands to help with the animals especially with intake when there is a rescue. Deb or sometimes Sy, are the only ones who input the animal vitals, donation of time or supplies and tax paperwork for the volunteers and paychecks for employees.

“You left early sugar,” Sy pressed a kiss to her head.

“yea I realized i was behind on input so I needed to get it done because I'll have to give doc and Sam the forms for their time today.”

He leaned against the desk next to her and lifted her chin so that she was looking at him. “You ok?”

She stood and stepped between his meaty thighs.

“Used, sore,” She smiled. “Everything I asked for.”

Mike chose that moment to step up to the door with a hot cup of coffee. “Mornin,” he nodded, his voice deep and sleepy.

“Hey kid,” she smiled. “Have you ever worked on a farm or with animals?”

“Had a dog once but that's it.”

“Ok, Sy is leaving for a while so I'm going to show you some things I'd like you to work on while we are dealing with Rose.”

She walks out of the office and shows him where the wheelbarrow and rake where and how to muck the stalls and spread new straw then how much food to put in each feed bag. “,When we have Rose tied and being

Worked on make sure you stay away from her back end, legs and head. She had some pretty bad damage and she's in a lot of pain. Poor girl.” She pointed to the stall across the way. “These are her two babies Lilly and Daisy. We will be working with them later. We need to get them used to wearing gear.”

“Ok,” Mike nodded.

“If you have any questions just ask.”

Once Mike got started Sy pulled Deb into a hug. “You know I love you don't you?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes, I know you love me. I'm just not sure I'm…” The vet chose that moment to walk in. “Hi doc,” She nodded.

“Not sure of what?” Sy inquired frowning when his text alert started going off.

“You have a meeting and I have work here. We do need to talk but not now. Just,” She took a deep breath, no matter what, if you need me for anything I'll always be there. Always.”

“Debbie, what's…” his damn phone kept going off and the farrier came in. “I…”

She pressed a kiss to his lips. “When you get back and Rose is settled we will talk, ok?”

“Why do I feel like you're trying to say goodbye to me?” He clung to her.

“I promise you that I'm not going anywhere. So as long as you come home to me I will always be here.”

“No more waiting, Debbie. Tonight we talk about what's going on. We silence the phones, the kid can watch movies in his room and we talk this out, sugar. I hate seeing you like this.”

She hugged him and felt relieved that they were finally gonna get it out in the open. Tip toeing, she pressed their foreheads together. “Love you cowboy.”

“Love you, sugar.” He reluctantly headed for his truck as he thumbed through his phone.

The morning continued on in pretty rough form. Poor Rose, she was more patient than any horse should ever be asked to be but the deformed and infected hoof was soft and oh so tender not to mention had spread up to her leg. Deb was doing her best to hold Rose's head so she did hurt herself or one of them but they called for all hands on deck for the leg. She showed Mike how to hold the head and explained that if he talked to the horse calmly it would help. Deb moved to a flanking position to help hold the rasp so the farrier could start a drain hole in the hoof.

“So,” Mike sighed. He'd never had a conversation with a horse. What did he say? “Come here often?”

The farrier, vet and Deb looked at each other. “Do you like the grain? More oats or corn?”

They all chuckled, making Mike blush. “You're Doing perfect,” Deb encouraged

After a couple more scrapes they were able to get the hole open and the grossest smelling stuff came pouring out. Rose acted like she felt instant relief. “That's good” the vet nodded as he sprayed some antibacterial medicine on the hoof and started cleaning. Everything was going smoothly. Deb stepped away to grab the volunteer paperwork. She came back just as the vet put something on the wound that stung. Rose whinnied and stomped, turning to the side as much as she could before kicking out with her back leg catching Deb in the right, front hip. She cried out and instantly crumbled to the ground.

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Sy checked his watch for the third time. “Act like it's a fuckin life or death emergency and don't show up,” he growled to himself. This UC woman was flakey as hell and he didn't like any of this. He looked over to see a big truck pulling in next to him. “You definitely aren't Maria.”

Walter shook his head with a sigh. “She no showed on me last week.”

“What did the FBI say when you told them our theory?” Sy asked.

“Same bullshit as always man. The prick said if we lost our nerve to let them handle it and go write some parking tickets.” The contempt in Walt's voice was thick.

Sy didn't want to say what he was thinking but he had to. “This gang is so big in so many ways Walt, maybe it goes a lot higher than we think. I hate to say it but there is an informant at your station somewhere.”

Walter scrubbed his hands over his face. It pissed him off but Sy was right. “I have a friend at the ATF that I trust. I know he's a good cop. Maybe I write up all the information and just turn it over to him? Maybe he will know someone who gives a damn.”

Sy understood Walter's frustration. Losing faith in something your heart and soul has been in for years is not just sad, it's disheartening, unsettling and you feel your world will never be the same again. He felt it when he left the Army. “I'll do whatever you choose to do. I got your six.”

“Let's go get it all down and on a file while it's still fresh,” Walt suggested. Somewhere we won't be watched or overheard.”

“Thoughts on where that would be?” Sy asked.

“Follow me,” Walt grinned and started his truck.

“Fuck,” Sy chuckled at the look on Walt’s face. “That’s never good.”

~~~~~♡~~~~~

The vet, the farrier and Mike all ran to Debbie to check on her. She took a hard hit from the horse. They tried and tried to convince her to go to the doctor to get an x-ray.

“I'm fine, I'm fine," she said. “Really I don't think anything is broken, it just hurts like hell. It's not the first time I've been kicked by a horse, I promise.”

The vet looks over at her, “I really think you need to go get checked out.”

“I'm okay, honestly I promise I'll go see it if something else happens or it gets worse.” After arguing with her for a bit they finally relented and left. She and Mike were finishing up what needed to be done in the Stables when her phone rang. She grabbed it, “hello?”

“Miss Calloway, this is Jennings from the PD. We have some new paperwork that needs to be signed about Mike. We need you to come down as soon as you can and sign it. The best place to meet would be Mike's dad's Pawn shop. I've already contacted Syverson. He said that he would meet you there if you can leave now.”

Debbie inwardly groaned. After the morning she had all she really wanted was a hot bath and to hang out and feel sorry for herself. “Is this not something that Sy can do by himself?”

“No, I'm afraid it's not, it requires both your signatures and Mike should come too.”

She took a deep breath and sighed again. “Okay, give us about 20 minutes and we'll be there.” She hung up her phone and turned to Mike and told him what was going on.

“Man, I really don't want to see my dad again. Why do I have to be there?”

“I don't know, kid but at least maybe this is something that can keep you away from him longer. Sy is going to meet us there so we won't be going in alone.” They both got ready, cleaned up a little bit and got in the truck heading to town.

She drove to the back and pulled into the back of the shop. In the parking area she noticed an undercover car there. Jennings got out and stepped over to her truck. She and Mike got out and approached him. “Wow we beat Sy here. I can't believe it,” she smiled.

About the time she said that a big van and another truck pulled up and blocked her truck in. A cold chill ran down her spine. She knew that something was terribly wrong and that they had been set up. “What the hell is this?” She asked angrily. “What's going on?”

Several men piled out of the van and the truck and approached them. She leaned toward Mike just enough to be able to whisper. “If you get an opportunity to run, go find help. It'll be better if you run. Before she could say anything else there was a gun pulled on her from one of the men who had exited the van.

“Just be calm," he said “and everything will be fine. Just get in the truck and nobody has to get hurt.”

She arched her brow at him looking at the six men that surrounded her and the kid and wondered what the hell was going on. “Mister, I don't know what it is that you think okay is but this isn't it. Why don't you get back in your van and leave?”

“You’re cute aren't you darling?" he snarled. “I'm not here to play games bitch. You and the kid get the fuck in the van!”

“And if I don't?” She asked?

“Then I'll make you," he growled.

“I don't think that's a real good idea,” She told him.

“Please, what the hell are you going to do about it?” He smirked.

“She took a deep breath preparing herself for what she was about to do. She had to try because if she didn't she knew that she and Mike were as good as dead. Her only hope was that the kid could get free and go find help.

What a day for Rose to decide to take out her hip. Debbie approached calmly like she was going to get in the van. When she got next to the guy with the gun she turned quickly striking the man in the throat grabbing the firearm and dislodging it from his hand. She managed to shoot two of the others, one in the shoulder and one in the knee.

Everyone scrambled and tried to regain control.. She managed to kick one of them in the balls but before she could take out any of the others she was hit from behind with a metal pipe. She fell to the ground and the man grabbed the gun out of her hand. They continued to kick and punch her trying to get her in retaliation.

Mike tried to run but of course it didn't work. Two of the men grabbed him and started beating him before tying them both up and throwing them in the back of the van.

Jennings was pacing frantically. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” He demanded. “People have heard the gunshots! Now how am I going to explain this?” he questions? “What the hell am I going to say about all the blood and stuff back here?”

The leader of the group turned around grabbed the gun and shot one of the downed men in the head then threw the gun down after wiping off his fingerprints. “Tell him you heard gunshots come back here and found this asshole dead.” They all got back in the van and sped off.

Jennings was still frantic; he knew he was going to get caught for sure. He phoned it in, saying that he happened to be over near the shop when he heard the gunshots and that he just arrived on scene.

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[THE BAD BATCH]—Soulmate AU

CROSSHAIR/OFC

WARNINGS: BODY SWAP, FLUFF. 💖

Crosshair hated the idea of soulmates. Well, not the existance of soulmates per se –though he was skeptical–; just the way soulmates discovered each other. The whole body swap thing was a pile of bullshit. He was a soldier, for the Force's sake; a random person waking up in his body didn't seem like a good idea. He imagined a meek little thing opening their eyes in the middle of a war-zone; Crosshair's body inside his sleeping bag with his rifle right besides him. Hell, the little shit would probably piss themselves with so much opened fire and death around him; and get themselves killed. Whoever clinged to the idea of soulmates like a kid desperate for love clearly hadn't thought about it enough.

(•••)

A sudden jolt woke Athena from her slumber; the girl quickly sitting up in her bed and searching for her gun in the nightstand beside her. It was then when she realised there was no nightstand; no gun, not her bed, and definitively not her house. She felt paralysed for a moment, processing what could only be true; she had woken up in her soulmate's body. After that, came a small recognition mission. Her first instinct was to look down at herself; she was surprised to find out she was dressed in heavy armour, covered from chest to toes with the exception of her face, helmet carefully placed in the floor. She carefully examined every piece of it. It was a mix of black, greys and reds; a small white skull painted on the right shoulder pauldron with a "99" marked right below.

Athena bent down to grab the matching helmet of the ground. It looked kinda menacing; one side of the visor opened wider with the shape of a crosshair. A quick glance around discovered a rifle resting against the bed she was still sitting on. Athena's –well, her soulmate's– lips twisted upwards into a smile. At least she knew her way around that.

The woman grabbed the weapon and took her time examining it. It was clearly very well cared for; every piece cleaned of dust and dirt, no more than a few light scratches here and there. It was an advanced intriguing model. Not everyone's cup of tea; but Athena couldn't help but think of the weapon as gorgeous, and started to feel excited about the chance of using it. She hand't fired her own sniper for a while, sticking to guns and vibro-blades at the present time. It would be fun to reminiscense old times.

She grabbed both the rifle and the helmet and stood up; inmediately feeling out of place. This person was tall; she chuckled, silently imagining her soulmate living her life with her petite size. It was weird being in a man's body, too. Thankfully, her, uh, his cock –fucking hell, she couldn't really believe she had one of those right now– was well hidden and protected under the codpiece. She blushed realising she was going to have to see it and use it at some point of the day. That felt like a huge privacy invasion; but to be fair, her soulmate's organs weren't going to stop functioning just because of her.

Taking advantage of still being the only person in the room, Athena walked around and tried a few crouches and jumps. She tried positions with the rifle, too. For an outsider, the scene would have looked totally ridiculous; but the girl wanted to make sure she was used to moving around in her new body if she was going to be following trouble. Once that was done, she decided she was ready to find out who else she was in the ship with.

It wasn't very big, so Athena had no trouble finding the cockpit; where another three fully armoured men seemed ready to go into battle. She took the chance to examine them. One had long hair –kept in place with a red bandana– and half of his face tattoed in black. The other was a giant of a human; one eye shining artificially and a myriad of scars around it. The last one was the one piloting the ship; eyes hiding behind rounded goggles and too many pouches on his belt. It was clear they were a team where everyone served a specific purpose; thankfully she had swapped her body with the one ability in which she could stand her own.

"Just in time, Crosshair" the goggled clon greeted her without even looking away from the front window of the ship "We'll be arriving Ilya's separatist base in ten".

It was right then and there when Athena understood who his soulmate –and all these guys– were; clones for the Grand Army of the Republic. Athena herself lived on a neutral system in the Outer Rim; but obviously knew of the endless fight between both sides. She couldn't help but frown in confusion; they clearly didn't look like regular clones. She asumed her soulmate didn't, either?

"Alright, lets run through the plan one last time before we arrive" the one with the red bandana stated, Athena inmediately recognising the leadership in his voice "The guys from the 104th are gonna give us free way to the control tower; Wrecker, you and I are gonna plant the bombs and make sure that place is prepared for being blown up. Crosshair covers Tech into level seventeen to extract the information needed. Are we clear?"

A chorus of "Yes, Sarge" followed and Athena nodded in agreement with just a second of delay. She argued with herself if she should make her presence known; deciding at last on not sharing the information for now. It would only bring distrust and anxiousness to the team; turning the war-zone even more dangerous for them. They needed a clear mind and focus and so did she. She'd tell them when the mission was finished and they were tucked safely back on the ship.

(•••)

Athena never felt more grateful for her extensive training. Without it, she'd be dead by now. Ilya's war-zone was a death-pit; a mess of droidekas, combat droids, and even spider droids replicating endlessly in the arid planet's surface. The woman had had her fair battle experiences with Erian's army before; but nothing quite like that. Watching the clone army fight the separatists endless lines was an impressive sight to behold. Athena couldn't help but feel a strong rush of admiration and respect for those men; as well as a wave of sadness and guilt. Did they truly wanted to be there? Was that their real choice? Had she unkowingly been a supporter of all of this by just hiding herself in her own little neutral system all this time?

She was brought back to reality by a wave of new droids moving towards them; her instincts kicking in and quickly getting rid of them with a few well placed shots from her rifle. That wasn't the end of the party, though; two BX-commando droids followed them, and Athena groaned in annoyance. She had had a close encounter with one of them right outside the control tower minutes before; Hunter quickly stabbing his vibro-blade to its head and inabilitating the droid. She decided to follow his technique; and was glad to find out her soulmate also had a pretty good aim with blades.

Both droids defeated, Athena turned towards Tech. He was crouched down next to level seventeen's control panel, datapad connected to its port and quickly transfering the information needed. Athena was impressed with how fast he had managed to hack every single piece of tech –she could see where the nickname came from– they had come across with with the same unconcerned and unwavering determination in his face. It felt like the goggled clone's mind worked at a faster rythm than others; but even with that, the woman was starting to feel restless now.

"As much as I find your work impressive, Tech, we should get going now".

The man glanced at him for just a second too long before humming uncomitedly and replying with an unhurried tone.

"I will require ten more seconds, if you may be so patient to wait".

Athena made sure the clone's back was covered til Tech quickly disconected off the port and shoved his datapad back in his belt.

"Got it" he announced, not an inch of boasting in his voice, just an assertive statement, and they both made their way out, back to the war-zone.

(•••)

Their mission on Ilya was successful. They had managed to extract the information needed –Tech quickly making a second copy in case the first was damaged in the trip back home–; and Wrecker had done a good job honouring his name and bringing the tower down after they all had made their way back to the Marauder.

Athena sat down on the co-pilot's seat in the cockpit, the adrenaline of the fight still running through her veins. A satisfied grin was perched on her soulmate's face; she felt proud of the team, even if it weren't really hers.

"Good job out there, guys" she congratulated them, just a passing, brotherly comment.

Inmediately, both at once, Hunter and Wrecker turned to stare at her. Athena frowned confused, looking back at them with a growing nervousness inside of her. Before she could try to justify herself –for whatever bad thing she had done–, Tech cleared his throat and made sure the course for Kamino was correctly set up before observing her as well.

"Ah, yes. I believe that is Crosshair's soulmate".

Athena looked at him in surprise. Tech chuckled and pointed out the unkowing mistakes she had done.

"You are far too chirpy and nice, to be fair, for our dear brother" he explained, the others still in shock with the clone's revelation "Though I admit your abilities as a sniper got me fooled, at first. It was unbelievably lucky for Crosshair's soulmate to know her way around a rifle, I must admit, or this mission would have been a catastrophe.

She shuffled in her feat, sheepish.

"He has good eyes" she conceded, smiling guiltily. "Sorry for not saying anything before, guys. I thought it would only bring unnecessary complications, so I was planning to wait til the mission finished and we got back.

Wrecker let out a booming laugh, finally having processed the strange idea of someone being in his grumpy brother's body; while Hunter's chuckle was much more reserved and quiet.

"It's so weird seing him smile like that" he mumbled to the others, only making Wrecker's laugh louder.

"Yeah! I didn't even think his face could do that!" the big clone pointed out.

They all laughed together when, in a very Crosshair-like manner, Athena just rolled her eyes.

(•••)

"You should go shower".

Hunter's nose scrunched softly in agreement, and Athena sighed.

"I know".

Tech tilted his head, analysing her expression, curious.

"And you aren't because...?" asked Mr. bandana, and Athena fidgeted in her place and groaned.

They were back to the squad's barracks; a medium sized room with beds pushed up against the wall and a big table on the very center, crammed with all sorts of things. The boys had entertained her the rest of the late afternoon with stories about past missions and Crosshair's icks; though now, two hours later, the inevitable moment had come to its end. Athena could feel –his, her, whatever– bladder at its maximum capacity. She couldn't delay it anymore than she had already.

"I'm assuming that Athena is somewhat uncomfortable having to see Crosshair naked and performing normal body functions" Tech's calm voice popped in, making Hunter rise an eyebrow.

"You'd think one would be happy to see his soulmate naked" he answered, almost goading her to reply, and the woman glanced at him in defeat and sighed.

"In a normal situation, I would love to get my soulmate naked" she pin-pointed, tiredly and kind of frustrated "But this is not a normal situation. This is weird as fuck. I'm going to see his face in a mirror for the first time, then I'm gonna use his winner to pee, I'll have to take a shit, and then I'll get all this grime, blood and dirt off and... It's not funny, Wrecker! This so fucking weird, maker!"

"I'm sorry!" the clone laughed, it was impossible not to "But it really is!"

Hunter tried not to grin and offered some comfort for a change.

"Okay, I get it. But look, you can't run away from that. Just go do whatever you need to do, and come straight back. Better not overthink it".

"I bet Crosshair has not had this much inconvenience on jumping into the shower" added Tech, for theatricallity, and that was the last straw on Athena's burning expression.

"I'll be right back" she announced, defeated, and dragged her legs to the showers.

(•••)

It was just as weird as Athena had imagined. However, she had always thought peing as a man would be kinda fun, so she had honestly played around probably a bit too much with that. She hadn't been able to help herself and she had standed naked in front of the mirror for a whole five minutes; examining inch by inch of his soulmate's body. She had expected him to be slightly different than your usual clone –all of his team was–; but not like that. Crosshair looked like nothing similar. He had grey hair –not that it was a bad thing at all, it did give him a more matured sexy look–; his jaw was slightly softer than his brothers, though his thin lips, impossibly straight nose, and natural glare –accentuated by the tattoo around his right eye– definitively didn't give out the vibe for soft. He kinda looked like a bad guy; and Athena couldn't help but smirk at the thought. Somehow, that expression seemed better matched for Crosshair's face than her previous's symetrical smiles. Athena wondered if his face would seem that much different when the real Crosshair was the one inside his long, thin yet muscled body.

After showering and changing to a clean set of blacks, she returned back to the barracks. Wrecker laughed upon seing her and Hunter nodded in satisfaction; Tech being the one that decided not to comment about it and aproaching her with his inseparatable datapad.

"I wondered if you would like to give me your comm link and where to find you in case we wanted to contact you" he asked, in his very polite unusual way of talking, and Athena answered with a nod and a smirk.

"Sure" she added, nochalantly.

Tech adjusted his goggles and turned the datapad towards her.

"You're getting the hand of that" he pointed.

Athena's usual symetrical smile manifested herself in Crosshair's face right then. The betrayal...

(•••)

Crosshair woke up with a start. His eyes quickly scanned the room he was in and inmediately recognised the Batch's place in the barracks; his muscles quickly relaxing against his slightly uncomfortable but familiar bed with a deep sigh. Yeah, soulmate's body swapping was a horrible idea. Well, to be fair, he hadn't exactly had a bad time in the woman's body; it was kind of nice to have a whole day to himself for once, and his soulmate had a nice small apartment in the outskirts of town. It was quiet there, in what he discovered was Erian, an outer-rim neutral planet with numerous lakes and waterfalls; and he had had hours to think about her. He was more concerned of what she was doing in his body.

She seemed like an everyday natborn at first; small cute place, friendly neighbours, and with what he asumed to be a normal job by the uniform with a cafeteria's logo. She didn't have any remarkable features, though that didn't say she wasn't attractive; she was just plainly pretty. Normal pretty. Black wavy hair, dark eyes, a cute nose and a very short height. It wouldn't be the kind of girl Crosshair would see passing by in Coruscant and think "fuck, she's hot"; but more of a "she's cute" if she showed some interest towards him. Crosshair was perfectly happy with that. He wasn't exactly a handsome man either –at least, not in the way both Hunter and Tech were–; he just had something attractive about him, he guessed, and that was perfectly fine. As they say, looks weren't everything; Crosshair would pick a standard beauty girl with a personality than a hot woman that bored him to death. And he was easily bored.

For that reason, he felt surprised, but relieved, when he found the case of a rifle inside his soulmate's bedroom closet; it wasn't as advanced at his, but it was advanced, and the sniper felt inmediately more attracted to whoever she was. A girl with that had to have some feisty side on her, if only a little. Crosshair wasn't looking for a replica of himself –that would be too much attitude in the same room–; just someone who could hold her own and stand against him. He suddenly felt more curious and –dare say– excited to meet her.

Showering was without doubt a weird thing. Crosshair had to get himself naked in her soulmate's body; boobs perfectly visible –and what could he say, he couldn't stop looking at them– and every curve, scar and mole exposed to his eyes. He tried not to linger too much; an uncomfortable guilt following him around until he got dressed again in her pijamas.

When he went to bed that night, he was glad to know he wouldn't have to experience being her ever again, impatient to being in his own body at last. He had the fleeting hope that the woman wouldn't get them both killed right before he closed his eyes.

(•••)

Tech had showed him a video of her soulmate as himself in their last mision on Ilya and Crosshair couldn't help the proud smirk that crept onto his face. She was quick with the trigger and had a good form; and had done a good job being him, luckily. His brothers had retelled him every single detail about that day; how she had fooled them at first, her outstanding work in the battlefield, her hesitance for seing the rest of him and the impressions they had got of her.

"I like her. She's cute and smiley, but she can definitevely be totally serious and playfull as well" had been Wreckers word, followed by Hunter's quiet opinion.

"You'll like her" he had just confirmed, no doubt in his voice, and then there was only Tech left.

"I agree. Your love for weapons and rifles would probably bring you closer. She's an atractive woman, kind but firm and determined. She seemed to have a good sense of humour and what people usually refer to as "banter". I asked for her comm number and residence in case you wanted to contact her."

Crosshair hummed uncomitedly and turned to Hunter, eyebrow shooting up to his forehead.

"Think we can make a visit next time we finish a mission, Sarge?"

Hunter seemed surprised; and honestly, Crosshair was a bit surprised with himself too. But he wanted to meet her, face to face this time. He was intrigued, just that; that's what he kept telling himself, at least.

"I'm sure we could refuel in Erian next time a mission takes us to the Outer Rim, right Tech?" he answered, nochalantly.

Tech was quick to reply.

"Erian's status as a neutral system and a common planet for multiple space lanes makes it a good place to refuel indeed".

Hunter patted Crosshair's shoulder.

"There you go, lover boy" he taunted, and chuckled with his brother's annoyed and exasperated expression.

It was good to have him back.

(•••)

Athena was just drying her dishes with a towel when someone knocked at her door. She shouted a quick "coming!" from the kitchen before quickly finishing her job and receiving her visitant; inmediately freezing in the entrance of her house when she saw who was wanting to see her.

"Crosshair?" she asked, surprised.

He only nodded in amusement. It had been two weeks since the body swap.

"Yeah, it's the real me this time" he answered, a hint of sarcasm hiding in his voice, making the woman chuckle before stepping to the side.

"Please, come in" she offered, the sniper quickly following and closing the door behind him "And in my defense, I did a good job being your impostor".

Crosshair hummed and slowly leaned against the kitchen's counter. Athena thought he looked even taller having him in front of her in her own body now; and his expressions more practiced and collected. He was sexy.

"And I'd lie if I said I wasn't surprised with that" he answered, examining her with his intimidating gaze. "Where did you learn snipping?"

She shrugged humbly.

"Trained for years. I was part of the army of Erin not too long ago. Retired after an injury and I'm living the normal citizen live since then."

Crosshair remembered the scar on her knee, and the way her step had felt slightly unbalanced.

"Knee?" he wanted to confirm.

Athena blushed, the question reminding her of the fact that he had seen her naked as well. Knew what she felt and looked like.

"Maker, i can't believe you've already seen me naked and we've just oficially met" she chuckled, feeling slightly akward and embarassed, in contrast with Crosshair's satisfied smirk.

"Well, so have you" he pointed out, his tone turning to a cheeky seductive thing "I hope you've found everything your taste".

Athena laughed and, to his satisfaction, nodded; not trying to hide her opinion of him. She was the brutally honest kind of girl.

"You have some good equipment" she conceeded, eyes momentarily travelling downwards whith a grin perched on her face.

Crosshair snorted and stared at her, trying to find more about his soulmate; while she tilted her head in intrigue and smiled.

"So, decided to come see your soulmate with your own eyes this time?"

Crosshair shrugged and diverted the acussation. He didn't want to admit that.

"I've got good eyes" he replied, nochalantly, instead.

Athena hummed and slowly stepped closer to him; caging him against the counter.

"Mm. And a very kissable face, too".

The clone arched an eyebrow.

"Is that so? That your way of asking me to kiss you?" he pointed out the obvious, just to watch her struggle and blush.

Athena didn't give him the chance.

"That's your decission to make, Mr. sniper" she shot back.

Crosshair rolled his eyes.

"Please, don't call me that. If we start with the cheesy nicknames shit I promiss I'll vomit all over your very clean floor. It would be a shame, really".

Athena laughed and closed the last step; seductively sliding her hands down his chest until she could hook her thumbs in his waistband.

"Well, there's only one way to shut me up" she tempted him.

Crosshair wasn't famous for resisting temptation; and he definitively wasn't bored.

THE END.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

AND THAT'S OUR LAST BOY CROSS! WITH THAT WE FINISH OUR SOULMATE AU SERIES FOR OUR FAVOURITE SEXY BACTH.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU'VE LIKED IT! AND AGAIN, IF YOU CAN REBLOG, MUCH APRECIATED.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE NEXT, SO I GUESS I'LL BE TAKING A BREAK TIL THEN. I WELCOME ANY REQUEST OR PROMPT YOU MAY HAVE, GIVE IT TO ME! I CAN WRITE ANYTHING :)

OH, AND IT'S 2024 NOW, SO HAPPY NEW YEAR!

(ALSO, I ACCEPT TUMBLR RECOMENDATIONS OF BB -OR ANY CLONES- STORY IF U HAVE THEM).

Xx,

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iniziare · 11 months ago

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✵ blade for kafka ofc ;)

Prompt: Send ✵ and my muse will answer // @daybreakrising

Their first impression of your muse: I firmly believe that there was an element of empathy, one for an equal. And the reason I say this, is because of what always stuck out to me with these two 'meeting' for the first time: the fact that she didn't just stick to trying to calm him down with her Spirit Whisper in a more general sense (which she does twice), but she later on and not immediately, targets his mara directly when she says "Listen, don't think about anything at all." That to me, is the first time that she speaks to 'the monster inside' (as thoughts and memories are actively and intricately tied to the resurgence of the mara), without, I don't think, particularly needing to do so as of yet. Nothing seems to inherently indicate that Blade was violent in that moment or on the verge of madness (it seems as though the mara was at bay still as he just woke up), so I think that this is a sign of Kafka's own choice towards him. It's one of soothing, it's one that gives him peace— which isn't a thing done for one you don't have a semblance of 'I feel bad for', towards. But it's not just that, either. It's the fact that she uses words like 'I don't want to' before she tries to still him, the fact that she walks to his side afterwards and not in front of him, and the fact that he bears witness, on some level, to an authentic moment of herself, despite being a very controlled individual. The fact that all occurred around Blade, tells me that one of her first impressions of him was of a man who'd suffered, and suffered still, and she offered him peace. Ergo, empathy.

Current impression: I spoke of trust and faith in terms of Elio, but there is one person that defies those levels, and that's Blade. They've been side by side for much too long for that to be anything less or even anything different, and this is a hill I will quite frankly die on, revive, only to die on it again. And all I need to prove my point (I know that you know what I'll link to), is this moment, even if that's far from the only one. Kafka may lack fear, but she is not a reckless woman, nor does she lack any level of intelligence, she wouldn't throw herself off anything if she didn't know whether she would live. In this scene, Kafka lets herself fall off the side of the building, because she knows someone will catch her. Because she knows Blade will catch her, because guess who can't die? Blade. And the reason this is most evident to me, is because she spreads her arms as to catch the most wind so her fall is slowed, so that he has time to dive (as we see him do), breaking through the air as to reach her. Kafka knows that he'll succeed, and that is rooted in an incredibly deep sense of trust, I'd go as far as to say it's unparalleled, and I think that speaks magnitudes to the level of understanding that they have. Outside of that, at some point, Blade became more than just her partner in work, Blade became a partner in... life, in all aspects of it, to a point where any endeavor without him feels ill-fitting.

Are they attracted to your muse? Yes, and I don't just think in our little belief system, either. I think that Blade plays perfectly into what draws a woman like Kafka in (madness aside for a moment), through sheer disposition and physicality. But I think that's not really surprising or much of a revelation. But that attraction could just exist without getting enriched by any level of longing or affection. But, well, that line definitely got crossed, so I can add a bit more to this: but yes she is. There are numerous traits that she gets to see in ways that others don't, such as his dominance, that all-encompassing nature rooted in passion of Yingxing (do I remember correctly?) that seems to persist avidly in Blade when caught within that infinitely more intimate dynamic, the manners, the restraint that is so difficult to keep lodged within the palm of a hand, and so it's just little touches— all of these things play into such attraction. She is like a moth drawn to a flame that never burns her, but serves to warm her each time that she draws near; he's almost addicting and yet he's not an addiction. Also yes, I fully realize I went entirely off-topic but she took the reigns and absolutely went with it, I don't cross her.

Something they find frightening about your muse: I don't need to elaborate on how 'frightening' isn't quite fitting, but something she actively looks at with anguish in some way? His goal within the Stellaron Hunters: his wish to die, to find peace. It's something that she's... I don't know if 'come to understand' is quite fitting, but she hears it, she knows it, she'll stroke her fingers through his hair in the morning, knowing that she might not be able to do it until the end of her days. That's what she anticipates, as much as she's... able to anticipate such a thing.

Something they find adorable about your muse: The way he seems to humor her in all things mundane and seemingly trivial. The way he'll try sweets that she'll bring or would have asked SW to bring back for her from Penacony or wherever else, the way he might join her to the cinema and watch a film that might even be so corny, that his eyes could roll all the way back into his skull. Just, the fact he seems to do things because she asks him to; don't think she doesn't notice, Bladie.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours? Correct me if wrong, but I think he wouldn't allow her to in his current state. And to be fair, I also don't think she, practically, would as things stand now. Not because she wouldn't want to, but because it would be stupid to, for her death would be permanent while his wouldn't be. But if the tides were even? Yes, she would.

Would my muse go on a date with yours (platonic/romantic)? She already has, and on multiple occasions (both platonically and romantically). Although, the latter only as of much more recently— even if maybe on a rare occasion, a past platonic outing might have touched on something a little more intimate.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: All-encompassing.

Would my muse slap yours if they could? A lady who harbors some level of romantic feelings for a man would absolutely never do such a thing.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours? Yes to both, but especially the latter. But when it comes to the former, it's not really much of her thing, and it's really mostly in a receptive manner. With which I mean she enjoys the lingering sort of 'embrace', whether it's an arm around her while walking, or an arm around her in the morning, but she's not exactly one to wrap her arms around his neck if he were to lean down and embrace her, not even during a kiss. It's not a lack of interest in physical intimacy of any kind, not at all, it's just not her... style.

#daybreakrising #christ; this tag kills me every damn time i use it.#HI LAURI.#/will smith pose.#enjoy.#[ kafka: bladie. ] i long for you; i who usually long without longing; really and utterly long for every bit of you. [ daybreakrising. ]#[ kafka. ] questions and answers are constrained by previous choices. the future is a labyrinth: every divergence is merely an inducement.#[ kafka: meta. ] i see the look on your face. don’t bother asking: i can’t tell you if an answer is true or not. make your best guess.

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sawdusst · 2 years ago

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The Rainmaker Heist Chapter 10 (Coroika Pirate AU) ⚓

damn, we're on the last chapter :((( this won't be the end end ofc, I'll still make posts about the pirate AU if I have ideas but dang :00

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who's read this far! Thank you so much for your support and sticking with me for this long. I had fun writing this chapter!

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Word Count: 1,910 + some edits

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Gloves made a sharp turn towards the right, his running beginning to slow down from weariness. His running began to slow down from wearines. He heard a familiar voice from behind him.

“Hey! Captain! Need a hand?”

Gloves perked up, looking over his shoulder. His face lit up with excitement. “Clips!”

Gloves slowed his run to a walk. Clips caught up to him, offering to take the Rainmaker.

“I think we lost them, for the most part,” Clips explained, “We should keep going, just because they aren’t following us doesn’t mean they’re gone. I splatted that inkling from earlier, but I doubt she’ll stay down for long.”

Gloves nodded. He drew his pair of dualies. “Then let’s not waste another second! You go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Swiftly, the two continued down the street. The golden hour sunset peeked at them through the cracks of the buildings.

“I wonder how Half Rim and Straps are doing,” Gloves said aloud as they hurried along.

As the two continued to run, Gloves could swear he heard footsteps following closely behind them. He skidded to a stop, looking around but seeing no one was around him.

Gloves looked around cautiously, he took a hesitant step forward. “Clips, something’s not right— I think—”

Before Gloves could even finish his sentence, there was a sharp blast of cold wind. Vintage dashed in front of Gloves, popping out of some other alleyway. Gloves could barely process what happened. A ballpoint splatling was driven into his stomach. Gloves gasped as he was hurled backwards and thrown against a wall.

Gloves winced, crumpling to the ground. He coughed up ink and stumbled to his knees.

“Captain!” Clips exclaimed, turning around.

“Don’t worry about me!” Gloves snapped, “I got this, just keep going! I’ll catch up, I promise!”

Clips took a step backwards. “But Captain, what about—”

“Just go!” Gloves winced, wiping green ink onto his sleeve.

Clips nodded hesitantly, before turning around and running away.

Vintage scoffed, dropping the ballpoint splatling at his side.

“How pathetic,” he said, dusting his hands off. He brushed aside his black coat, revealing the sheath of a sword. He drew a silver cutlass, pointing it towards Gloves. “I won't even need a splatling to finish you off.”

“Really? You’re bringing a knife to a gunfight?” Gloves almost laughed, “How do you expect to do anything with that? I could just dodge with my dualies.”

“Then let’s see it,” Vintage mumbled.

Gloves dashed forward, launching a volley of ink at Vintage. Vintage sprinted out of the way. He lunged forward, swinging the sword. Gloves ducked as the blade flew over his head. He quickly rolled to the side, pulling out a splat bomb and throwing it at Vintage. Vintage twirled the sword in his hand. He dashed forward and slashed clean through the splat bomb. The splat bomb burst mid air as Vintage dashed through it.

He swung the blade at Gloves, scratching the surface of his shirt. Gloves staggered backwards as Vintage advanced towards him. Gloves ducked as the blade swiped over his head. Gloves leaned to the side as Vintage lunged forward. The blade of the sword barely grazed the side of his face. He staggered backwards. Gloves quickly rolled forward, raising the dualies and fired another round of ink. Vintage winced as the bright green ink stained his clothes.

“Gotcha!” Gloves exclaimed.

Seizing the opportunity, Gloves sprinted forward and rolled to the side. With a confident smile on his face, Gloves launched a volley of ink towards Vintage.

Just as Gloves approached, Vintage turned around and slammed his foot into his chest with a sharp kick. Green ink splattered on Vintage’s face, but he seemed indifferent to it. Gloves was knocked backwards onto the cobblestone road. He groaned. Vintage wiped away some of the ink staining his face.

While Gloves was still down, Vintage dashed forward. Gloves couldn’t react fast enough as the sword slashed him across the face. Gloves shut his eyes, falling forward as his dualies fell out of his hands.

Gloves scowled under his breath. He wiped away some of the green ink on his face, ignoring the searing pain of the large gash that ran across his face. As he reached for his dualies, Vintage swung the sword again.

Bright green ink splattered against the cobblestone road as Gloves sat there in shock. There was another slash running across his chest in the shape of an X. Gloves could hear his heartbeat in his head, looking down at his hands stained with ink.

Vintage sheathed the sword, picking the splatling back up.

Gloves winced, staggering up and using a hand to prop himself against a wall. As Gloves took a hesitant step back, he could sense the presence of others standing around him. He looked around, seeing silhouettes of other inklings carrying their weapons.

Gloves’ eyes widened with shock.

“It really is a shame,” Vintage scoffed, “The rest of your crew didn’t stand much of a chance against us. All that’s left is to take the Rainmaker back and finish you off.”

“Wha— What did you do with Straps and Half Rim?” Gloves exclaimed. He winced, clutching his arm, “I swear if you—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Vintage responded, raising the splatling, “You should be more worried about yourself.”

Gloves huffed, looking around him. He could feel a sense of dread as he noticed the three other cyan inklings that surrounded him. This was the X Fall.

Gloves hesitated. He picked his dualies back up.

“A dodge roll. I remember reading about something like this. I just need to time this right,” Gloves thought to himself. He took a deep breath. He could see an opening just behind Vintage. All he needed to do was run. Green ink was running down the side of his head, dripping onto the ground. He wobbled a bit.

Vintage scoffed, then turned to leave. “You three finish him off. I think my work is done here. Careful not to splat him, he’ll just respawn back on his ship. I’m going to get the Rainmaker back.”

“Hey!” Gloves exclaimed, “You leave Clips alone—”

Swiftly, all of the other inklings sprinted towards Gloves. There was a sharp blast of wind that surrounded him as the three charged towards him, painting the ground beneath them. Gloves quickly rolled to the side, jumping over the ink bubbles launched from the bloblobber. He jumped up as a volley of ink flew over his head.

Gloves shook off some of the cyan ink that splashed his face. He clenched his teeth, rolling forward. He steadied himself on one knee and fired a round of shots from the dualies. Gloves was standing in the center of a bright cyan X. The other inklings seemed to back off, barely avoiding the volley of ink.

Gloves hauled himself up, turning to escape. Just as he got up, another inkling with light tetra dualies sprang at him. Gloves staggered backwards, shutting one eye as cyan ink was launched at him. He winced, tripping over his own feet.

“I promised Clips & the others I’d meet them at the ship!” Gloves exclaimed, wiping cyan ink from his face, “I’m keeping my promise, so stay out of my way!”

He dashed forward, quickly firing a round of shots and splatting one of the cyan inklings. There was a burst of green ink that splashed the ground.

“He got Double Egg!” One of them exclaimed.

Gloves sidestepped as the nautilus fired another volley of ink towards him. Without a second thought, Gloves quickly turned on his foot and started running as fast as he could.

Gloves couldn’t focus on whether or not the X Bloods followed. He couldn’t even feel the pain from his wounds. He could hear his heartbeat in his head. Gloves sprinted forward, seeing the docks in the distance.

Gloves sighed a breath of relief as he kept going. He could hear the footsteps following close behind him. Gloves looked over his shoulder, turning himself around. He quickly pulled out a splat bomb and tossed it towards the inklings.

The two jumped out of the way as the splat bomb burst into a splash of green ink. Gloves quickly pulled out another splat bomb and tossed another. Without looking back, Gloves turned around and continued down the road.

Gloves turned the corner, hurrying towards the wooden docks. He could see the bare outlines of three green inklings aboard a ship. Gloves sighed a breath of relief, then cupped a hand around his mouth.

“Guys!” Gloves exclaimed. He ducked as cyan ink flew over his head. The three inklings on the ship ran to the side railing.

“Straps! Let’s set sail!” Gloves ordered, “I’ll jump aboard!”

Bright green and cyan ink stained the floorboards of the docks. Gloves spared the X Bloods one more glance, before tossing another splat bomb towards them. Half Rim quickly picked up his splatterscope, aiming it towards the cyan inklings.

Gloves leaned to the side as green ink flew past his head. Gloves looked ahead, he took a deep breath before sprinting towards the ship. Once Gloves reached the edge of the docks, he quickly leapt forward towards the ship. The X Bloods stopped in their tracks.

Gloves landed on the wooden deck of the ship with a loud thud. He rolled to the side and slammed into the main mast. Gloves groaned, lying face-down on the deck. He rolled over onto his back, dropping both of his dualies.

The cyan inklings skidded to a stop at the edge of the dock, watching as their ship slowly drifted out of the docks.

“We lost them!” Straps exclaimed with excitement, “We did it!”

“Holy— Oh my cod,” Gloves winced, closing his eyes, “Is— Is everyone okay? Is everyone here?”

“Are we okay?!” Straps retorted, “What about you?”

The pain was starting to set in now. Gloves could feel a sense of dizziness wash over him. “I think I’ll be fine. Probably— I just need to close my eyes for a little bi—”

Half Rim walked over, jabbing Gloves with his foot. “Hey, no falling asleep just yet.”

Gloves sat up quickly, “Wait a second— Clips, what happened to Vintage? Are you—”

“By the time Vintage caught up to me, I was already almost to the docks,” Clips explained, “I just happened to catch up with Half Rim and I handed the Rainmaker to him while I distracted Vintage.

“I was no match for Vintage, but at least I bought Half Rim enough time to escape,” Clips huffed.

Gloves got a good look at his crew. Most of them were stained with cyan from battles. Half Rim was cleaning his glasses with a cloth, wiping some of the ink off it.

Gloves then looked slightly to the left.

There it was. The Golden Rainmaker.

The shimmering gold was stained with cyan and green ink from their battle. Gloves’ eyes lit up with excitement. Gloves couldn’t get up, his legs were too exhausted for him to move.

“Yeah, the X Bloods probably aren’t too happy about this,” Half Rim commented, “They’re probably going to be seeking us out now... and also every other pirate. But hey, I mean, at least we got it.”

Gloves sighed heavily, “I’m just glad you guys are okay. I don’t think the realization has sunk in yet.” He laid back down on the deck and laughed to himself.

“C’mon Captain, let’s get those injuries taken care of,” Half Rim said, “Then, we’ll figure out what to do next.” He extended his hand and hauled Gloves back to his feet.

~ fin.

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I hope you all enjoyed the final chapter! It's honestly been so fun working on this. I almost filled my writing notebook full of scenes for this. I'm really happy to write this, it's had its ups and downs but I'm overall happy with finishing it :]

I reread the manga for this chapter, I guess I forgot that Gloves and Vintage played Rainmaker. Either way it was coincidental lmao. Fun fact though! Initially I was going to have Gloves fight the S4 or someone else, the choices just ended up boiling down to the X Bloods :"

I have a whole chart of all of the decisions! :D

Also, I might write a bonus chapter :]

Maybe I'll do something like this again sometime. This was fun ^^ Either way I can't wait to write more for this AU, I still have a lot more ideas I want to put together.

Once again thank you all for your support and encouraging me to continue. And a special thank you to @xxbanditoxx for keeping me motivated to work on this and supporting me!!

Have a great day/night! :D

#NOOOOO THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER #crying/pos #writing sploon fight scenes are hard #i had fun experimenting with it though :]#coroika pirate au #thank you for reading!!!!

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written-in-flowers · 11 months ago

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Her Guardian: Demon!Mingi x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Demon!Mingi x Fem!Reader | side pairing(s): mingi x yunho, mingi x OFC, fem!reader x demonline.

Genre: Smut, angst

Word count: 9k

Summary: Mingi accompanies you to visit Eden, a place that's far too bright and where people are more likely to arrest him than smile at him. Well, except for one, maybe.

Tags: poly relationship, demons, threesome (m/f/f), vaginal fingering, oral sex, thigh fucking, food sex (mostly licking stuff off each other), angels and demons, incest, bisexual!reader, outdoor sex, public sex, chasing through garden, facials, multiple rounds, multiple positions,

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He didn't particularly like Eden. It was too bright, too much pollen clung to the air, and he hated the stares the guards gave him. Mingi did nothing to garner such distrust, except be a man in a women's sanctuary. The ones he knew from the inner city treated him well enough, but those born and raised in Eden scowled at the sight of him. He almost found it comical how their pleasant smiles towards you instantly dropped into dislike at him. Yet, Mingi went wherever you went, so when you said you’d be visiting Eden again, he followed.

Walking through the main hall of Lilith’s floral castle, he saw guards and ladies eyeing him once again. He hated all the attention. As someone who preferred sticking to the shadows, it wasn’t easy having people be aware of him. Eden’s sunlit corridors, open-air courtyards and gardens made disappearing from view difficult. The hedges and bushes might be good hiding spots if the people around him couldn’t talk to plants. Still, Mingi kept his position behind you at all times. He didn’t care if your safety is assured with the palace guards and your own abilities. The masters made him your bodyguard, and he’d carry out his duty.

Mingi followed you out into the citrus groves, where fruits of all kinds grew ripe and fresh from the trees above. He watched you reach up for a peach, and turn to him.

“Hungry?” you asked.

“Always.”

You tossed it to him, then picked one for yourself. “You know you didn’t have to come along,” you told him for the millionth time since you began visiting. “I’m totally fine here.”

“Eden isn’t completely impenetrable, Mistress,” he said, his teeth breaking the peach’s fuzzy skin. The sweet fruit burst in his mouth, and nearly dropped from the sides of his mouth. Eden’s resources tasted far better than anything Prince Beezlebub could grow. He took another bite before saying, “My job is to watch over you and keep you safe. That’s what I intend to do.”

“I can take care of myself, Mingi.”

“You see, it’s funny when people say that,” Mingi said, amused by your confidence. “Everybody thinks they can fight until they actually are forced into a fight. It’s not as easy as it seems.”

“I’ve been training.”

“So have I, and when I got into my first real fight, I hesitated and nearly lost my eye.”

You turned around to him again, mouth full of peach as you said, “What?!”

“Yeah,” he nodded, laughing at your reaction. He came up closer, biting into his peach, as he said, “I was in the middle of my first assignment for my order. The assignment was a typical reconnaissance and report back type of mission. Not that they doubted my skills; I’d passed my trials with perfect marks, but everyone starts off like that. Anyway, I was standing in the office of some high level crime lord with political connections when one of his men walked in by chance. In all my daydreams, I always sprung into action. You know, throwing a knife or withdrawing my blade or just throwing a punch. But, when I saw this guy-almost seven feet tall and built like a vending machine-standing in the doorway with the meanest look in his eyes, I panicked. In a fight like that, every second counts. The few seconds I hesitated cost me a good amount of time. The guy and I eventually got into it, and it’s like my mind blanked. All of a sudden, I’m fighting for my life.”

“When did the eye thing happen?”

“The guy had a knife and sliced upwards to my eye. I got my blade in his throat, and managed to escape, but I was half blind for months,” he said. He looked over at you, both of you eating your peaches, “It’s why I stick so close, Mistress, even when you think I’m not. Sure, your powers have grown and you are mastering them well, but what if someone breaks into your bedroom late at night? What if you’re in the street and someone tries attacking you? It’s easy to prepare for a fight that you know is coming; it’s not like that when it’s sprung on you.”

“Is that why you’re so tense all the time?”

“Huh? I’m not tense.”

“You so are,” you giggled. “Even right now. You’re in the most beautiful place in Hell, and you’re constantly swiveling your head around like something will pop out at you.” You touched his hand, and his heart fluttered. “Relax. Nobody is going to hurt me here.”

“You don’t know that.”

Laughter came down to you from up ahead. As always, Princess Lilith entertained her daughters and friends in the sweet-smelling citrus grove. Ladies of Eden resembled women from the paintings in the Black Keep, elegant in the gossamer gowns with flowers in their hair. You fit in with them with your own thin, long dress patterned with small hydrangeas. The same flower grew directly from your head and weaved around your head like a circlet. The Princess grinned brightly when she spotted you coming through the archway. Mingi stayed in the faint shadows, not wanting to be seen by Lilith or any of her daughters.

“YN,” she beamed, standing and walking around to embrace you, “My sweet freesia. How are you?”

“I’m better now that I’m here,” you replied with a grin, hugging her tightly. “Where’s Mama?”

“In her garden,” she said, pulling away and fixing one of the hydrangeas. “Your flower growth is really coming along well. I’m impressed.”

“Thanks, Grandma,” you smiled.

Lilith insisted you eat with her and the family. Mingi saw you glowing with happiness. It was the same back in the Black Keep, when you’re surrounded by your household or your plants. He sensed that-like him-happiness did not come easily to you. Your first days in the keep showed him that much. Even if you claimed to like your new life and the fine luxuries that came with it, he saw the sadness in your eyes. He’d watch you contemplate from the shadows, your loneliness and solitude became more obvious once he saw you by yourself. You might have had Jongho and Yeosang at the time, but they’d been handlers, not companions. The Masters in those days only acknowledged you for sex or a bit of conversation. You rarely left the keep, and stayed in the rooms designed for your use. There’d been so many places in the keep you never knew about because you’d been kept on a strict schedule.

Being amongst people who smiled at you, who welcomed and hugged you, lifted you from that sadness.

“What are you doing here?”

He’d recognize the contemptuous tone of Artemis anywhere. Mingi turned his head around to see her standing nearby. Her dress hung around her knees, and she wore the arm guard and bow and arrow of an archer. The cascades of dark curls she typically decorated with daisies were tied back in a long plait, and her face was clean of the flowers she painted on. Even if she stared at him with distaste, Mingi knew about her curiosity of men like her cousins. While she held firmly to her family’s beliefs about them, he remembered their meeting during your first trip. It started with innocent talk over bows and arrows, but soon her lips were pressed to his own.

He shuddered thinking of her cumming on his hand and mouth.

“My Mistress wanted to see her family,” he said. “As her bodyguard, I go wherever she goes.”

“YN doesn’t need you here. She has the guards. She has me,” Artemis said firmly. “She doesn’t need a silly man-thing taking care of her.”

“It is my job,” he replied, preferring not to explain how sex and gender mean nothing in a fight. “If I stayed hanging around the keep and something happened to her, I’d be in for a whipping. I don’t know about you, but I personally prefer my whippings to be recreational rather than a punishment.”

“Ugh, so obscene,” she sucked her teeth. “You know the rules. Men go to the Men’s Quarters and wait there.”

“I’m not sitting in an empty room while my Mistress is walking about unprotected.”

“It is the law.”

“And since when do I care about the law?”

“I will have you arrested.”

“Go ahead.”

Yet, she stayed silent. Her eyes, round and hazel green, glanced at the group of women and then back at him. Whether she admitted it or not, Artemis knew break-ins are possible if the villain is determined enough. “Keep your distance,” she warned.

“Trust me, I plan to.”

She walked by him into the garden. Mingi watched her beam brightly at you, hugging and kissing your cheeks before sitting down. Seeing the quaint family having afternoon tea, he thought about his own. Children of Satan aren’t known for having soft hearts or showing tenderness to anyone. They are born from fire and brimstone. They are the embodiment of strength and might. Mingi’s mother might have shown bits of sympathy and affection for her sons, but she was by no means maternal. Jiyoo expected her two sons to be fierce shadow warriors; she trained them to be excellent assassins for The Crown and The Shadow Order. A formidable soldier in her own right, she claimed she’d purposefully spent both pregnancies in the dark, performing fertility rituals every night, to ensure her sons came out as shadows. Mingi became the assassin that she’d hoped for. Minjun, however, became something else.

An angel.

While his mother had no idea what happened to make Minjun, her youngest, turn from his people, Mingi knew. Leaning against the arch, he thought about that night. The two of them were given an assassination assignment: a Son of God. Neither of them knew much about the Son beforehand. They only knew where he lived, and that his existence was a threat to their people. Mingi gulped recalling their trip through the bayous of Louisiana, where they’d been told the Son’s family lived. Underneath the cover of darkness, wearing their black hoods and bandanas, they came upon the small shack by the river. Through a window, they saw a man with curly black hair and beard sitting beside a woman on a bed. Mingi thought he must be The Son, surely. But, sons didn’t kiss their mothers on the lips. They did not look down on her as if she were his entire world.

They also did not coddle the child in her arms.

‘He’s only a baby. What kind of threat could he be to Lucifer?’ Minjun had asked under a whisper.

Despite being a demon, the slaughter of innocent children is indefensible.

‘Brother, we cannot…Surely, we must be in the wrong place. That is a baby.’

‘A baby who could ruin us all.’

‘He is a child, Mingi. Perhaps if he were a grown man who could defend himself, but not this. This is wrong.’

‘We have to do this, Minjun. Muster up your courage and put your feelings aside-’

‘-Put my feelings aside? Do you not hear yourself? That is an infant, a newborn.’

‘Yes, an infant that will grow to one day destroy everything our King has worked for. If he dies for their sins, Minjun…If he follows his predecessor’s purpose, we might not-’

‘-He is only one man. He is only one baby. Mingi-’

‘-They will kill us both if we do not do this. They will kill Mother if we do not do this-’

‘-That is a child, Brother. A child. An innocent babe who just came from his mother’s womb. You cannot honestly be at peace with this.’

‘I am not, but we have a mission to complete.’

Mingi gulped recalling his vile words. Thinking back to that moment, hidden in the sand dunes with his brother, he could not stand himself. He liked assuring himself he wouldn’t have taken pleasure in the new Christ’s death, but that he did it for his mother. Lucifer often punished the families of those who displeased or disobeyed him. Mingi did not want to see his mother frozen in a block of ice for eternity. Minjun, on the other hand, always saw reason and sense. He refused to carry out his duty. Mingi only did not because three magi appeared and ruined their chance. He still saw Lucifer’s rageful eyes when Mingi quietly recounted his story. He told it all truthfully, except for one particular part.

Minjun, out of remorse and pity, stepped out from the bushes and approached the young family. The magi, who’d come bearing gifts for the new Messiah, moved to shield the mother and child. Mingi heard their warnings, and that an angel would appear to kill him if he made another step closer. Minjun, rather than withdraw his blades, knelt down in front of Mary Anne and her son, Jessup. He explained who and what he was. He told her that the murder of a child is a vile request, and that he could no longer abide by his masters’ beliefs and orders. Mingi recalled the hot tears that blurred his vision. He’d covered his mouth to suppress his sobs as he watched his brother swear his service to the Son of God and his mother. In a flash, Mingi lost his best friend and brother. An angel did appear, St. Michael, who no doubt heard about the demon’s presence, came to Jessup’s rescue.

It had been Mary Anne’s soft-spoken voice, begging Michael to sheath his steel, that kept Minjun’s head on his shoulders. With a bit of convincing, Michael placed his hand on Minjun’s head and bathed him in the bright holy light of God. From what he heard, Minjun no longer went by his demon name. He’d adopted the name Samuel, and served in Paradise. Jiyoo never spoke his name again, too hurt by his betrayal. Lucifer had Mingi whipped and imprisoned for his failure.

‘I never knew the Sons of Satan to be so weak.’

For years, Mingi wasted away in a frozen dungeon cell. He spent most days wishing he could see Minjun again; maybe if he’d talked to him, he could’ve convinced him to stay. He knew that would never be possible. If the two ever met, it’d likely be in a fight or on a battlefield. By the time they released him, Mingi saw Minjun’s departure akin to his death. Minjun died in the swamps of Louisiana. He’d never see or touch him ever again.

Mingi pondered more on it until he noticed someone watching him. Artemis. Clearly unexpected to be caught, the young sorceress jolted slightly and then whipped her head back to the table. How could she still be suspicious of him? He isn’t anywhere near the women. He had no intention of being near any of them today except you. Her distrust of him began irritating him before he noticed her shy glances back over at him. He saw a pink tinge cover the tops of her cheeks, and the tips of her ears.

‘Mingi, don’t stop. Don’t stop doing that with your tongue.’

The image of Artemis in his arms, the top of her dress untied to reveal her soft breasts and her legs parts on his lap, came back to him. She’d looked beautiful in the dim corner of the archery range that night. He’d held her against him, teasing her breasts while fingering her steadily, as she came over and over. Her fresh juices had leaked from her entrance to her ass by the time he put his tongue on her. He’d overstimulated her until she cried. She’d been teary eyed and pleading for more when he finally shoved his cock inside her. Was she thinking of that now? He certainly was. Mingi kept his eyes on her, undressing every layer with his eyes and seeing her nude in his mind’s eye. He kept picturing her sex inches from his face, turning slightly red the longer he kept her waiting, and he gulped back saliva in his mouth. When he added you, aroused and naked, into the mix, Mingi thought he might combust right there.

Tea finally ended with you and your cousins scampering off from the table. When you met up with him again, you started for your own garden patch.

“I want to see how the lime tree is doing,” you told him on the dirt garden path. “I promised Cook fresh limes for dinner. They should be good by now; they’ve had time to grow.”

“He’ll be pleased for sure,” Mingi said. “He likes working with fresh ingredients. He’s lucky to have a mistress that can grow stuff for him.”

“He really is.”

Walking through the garden, you both ended up in a square space cut off by tall hedges. Mingi took in the scale of your work as you started examining a tree in the corner. You’d started growing berries after you tasted Cook’s supreme mixed-berry pie and tarts. He saw the various berry bushes you had along the walls, right next to a patch of tomatoes and carrots and peppers beside lettuce. You told him that certain fruits and vegetables can be planted and benefit from one another. Mingi knew absolutely nothing about gardening, so he took your word for it. As he sneaked a strawberry, he thought of Minjun again. He heard rumors about the abundance of food that spanned across the edges of Paradise. Minjun-or “Samuel”-likely ate from them regularly. He pictured his brother biting into a fresh strawberry, a close-mouthed laugh coming through at a joke he’d told. You’d never find anything beautiful on the banks of the River of Wrath. He and his brother ventured into the city or snuck onto Beezelbub’s territory to have them.

Mingi ate the strawberry with a dry mouth. Minjun died years ago. He’d come to terms with that in his prison cell underneath the ninth circle. The quick-witted, clever, mischievous boy he’d known went where Mingi could not go.

“Gosh, these are gorgeous,” you smiled, placing limes in a basket. “They’re going to be great on the tacos.” You looked over to notice him brooding by the strawberries. “Hey…”

He jerked when your arms slid around him from the side. Mingi put his arm over your shoulders, embracing the sweet scent reaching his nose. Minjun would’ve fallen in love with you, for sure. You plucked a strawberry of your own, biting into the tip softly.

“What’s up?” you asked, “You’re quieter than usual.”

“Nothing. I’m fine, Mistress.”

“Is it about Artemis?”

“Huh?”

“Artemis,” you said. “Is there something going between you guys?”

“In a way.”

“In what way?”

“In a ‘she-hates-men-but-lets-me-fuck-her-like-crazy’ kind of way.”

“Ah, so enemies with benefits, huh?” you guessed with a soft laugh. “I knew something was up there. You stared way too closely at her tits for there not to be.”

His cheeks tinged pink and he finished his strawberry. “It kind of happened out of nowhere. We’d been talking about her new bow when she kissed me.”

“Hold on, she kissed you? Artemis kissed you first?”

“She said she’d kissed guys before, and she didn’t see what was so great about it,” he began. “I told her she must’ve not had a good partner if she didn’t like it. She thought perhaps she hadn’t done it right if it sucked so bad. Then, well, I said if she didn’t mind, she could practice with me.”

“How did she take that?”

“Not well at first. She told me sex didn’t mean much to her, and that she didn’t want to throw herself at someone. I said it didn’t have to mean anything. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, and she’s strong and smart. If she’d been a demon instead of an Eden Lady, I would’ve mated with her at first sight.”

“Did she believe you?”

“Maybe? She didn’t say anything. She leaned in and kissed me instead.”

“How cute,” you grinned. “You must’ve shown her a good time if she kept looking back at you during tea time.”

“I guess.”

You stood between him and the bushes, hands on his shoulders. “Did you like it?”

“Of course I did,” he said. “I had sex with a Lady of Eden. Do you know how rare that is? I never expected her to really believe me, or kiss me first. Artemis has always said she dislikes men; she likely still does even if she had sex with me. I didn’t know she liked men that way, either. I’ve only ever seen her with women.”

“When did you see her with a woman?”

“A long time ago. My brother and I went to this brothel on the edge of town, and she happened to be there with some of the Princess’s guards. They all had women in their laps, and I saw her kissing and fondling one of them,” he shrugged.

“Wait, ‘brother’? You have a brother?”

“He died,” Mingi said, “During an assignment a long, long time ago.”

“How’d he die?”

Mingi realized he had no answer. Nobody asked how Minjun died because they all knew he’d gone over. It was a secret he couldn’t keep. For a moment, he considered lying to you. He thought of saying his brother died heroically fighting for his people or during an assignment for his superiors. Mingi brushed a strand of hair from your face, seeing the sincerity there. Not many people showed him care the way you did. While he enjoyed having sex with you, something else blossomed between the both of you. He kept his distance because you truly love his masters, as they did truly love you. Yet, holding you here in his arms in this gorgeous place, he could not see himself lying to you. Your understanding nature stood out in the hellish society. He knew if he told you the truth, you wouldn’t hate him.

“He didn’t really die in the usual sense,” he said. “My brother and I were sent on a special assignment by The King, and when it was time to carry it out, we hesitated.”

“Why?”

“Because we found out our target wasn’t a full grown man or woman. It was…” his throat dried up, and shame came over him again. “It was a baby.”

“A baby?” you gasped. “Why would Lucifer want to kill a baby? I thought he didn’t do things like that.”

“He normally doesn’t,” he said, “But this baby was special. He told us if it lived past infancy, it’d go on to destroy everything he’d been working hard to build. The sinful empire he planned on creating using the corrupted souls on Earth would be gone; he’d have to start all over.”

“Who, um, was this baby? Just curious.”

“It’s not who you think it is.”

“So, no Jesus Christ?”

“No. God’s second son, Jessup, who was supposed to be Heaven’s second coming,” he explained. “He was meant to muster up God’s Army to fight Lucifer when he came to Earth. We were supposed to kill him to stop that from happening before it even began. When that didn’t happen, Lucifer corrupted and possessed people to bring Jessup down.” Mingi couldn’t help pitying the young man, “History remembers Jessup as a runaway slave, not as their savior.”

“He was a savior to some of those people, I’m sure.”

“But not the kind he was meant to be.”

“Wow…That’s insane…Lucifer wanted you to kill him, and you didn’t do it.”

“No. My brother saw that it was a baby, and said Lucifer was wrong for asking this of us. Instead of coming home with me, my brother went out to meet the infant. He told the mother everything, and said that he wanted to serve her son. When an angel came out, he purified my brother’s demon blood and made him an angel. I haven’t seen him since then.”

“So, in your mind, he might as well be dead.”

“Yeah,” he moved away from you to the blueberries. He touched one in between his fingers, deciding it was too ripe to be eaten.

“What happened when you came back?” you asked.

“Lucifer wasn’t very happy about my failure,” he said. “He said demons with soft hearts could not serve in his army. He had me whipped for disobeying his orders, then threw me in prison.”

“That explains the scars on your back.” You then shrugged when he turned to you, “I’ve seen them once or twice.”

“I don’t exactly put them on display all the time.”

“How long were you there?”

“About ten years,” he shrugged, “Give or take.”

“What was it like?”

“Tortuous,” he answered. “It’s the worst place in Hell, and that’s saying something. If you aren’t freezing from the icy walls and floors, you’re lying awake at night while you listen to the other inmates screaming. I want to say it’s like other prisons in the world where there’s gang violence and you have to watch your back, but not here.”

“How come?”

“Because they isolate us,” he said, “Which in my opinion is worse. We weren’t allowed to talk to anyone and yard time isn’t a thing here. You are stuck in a room with your own thoughts. When someone does happen to come around, they don’t speak. You start spiraling. You start hallucinating. I’ve heard of people who’d been there longer walking in circles, muttering and mumbling to themselves.” Mingi shuddered at the thought of those days. “Then, you get out and you forget how to talk to people. Your throat is hoarse. Speaking makes your jaw hurt since it's been shut so long. Some of us stop speaking all together because we’re so used to being silent.”

“I guess that makes it easier for you to blend into the dark, huh?”

He saw your attempt at humor, and at least pretended to laugh. “I guess so.”

“Does Seonghwa know about it?”

“It’s why he hired me,” he nodded. “He knew who I was when I came to him looking for a job. I was homeless after I left prison. Not many people want to hire a guy that was called a traitor by the king, but Master Seonghwa wasn’t like that. He said he found my reluctance to kill a child admirable.”

“I think any normal person would,” you said.

“I told him I only hesitated because my brother did,” he cut you off. “Lucifer never punishes just the person who pissed him off. He punishes their entire family. My mother was put on the whipping post before me; Lucifer wanted me to watch what happens when I disobey my king. He made me look on as they whipped the skin off her back.” Echoes of her screams reached him and he crushed a blackberry between his teeth to distract himself. “He might have killed me if my grandfather had not spoken up.”

“Satan?”

“He said killing a demon of my skills would be a waste,” he said. “He convinced Lucifer to throw me in prison to teach me a lesson instead. How rotting away in an ice box is better than death is beyond me.”

“My mom once said there are fates worse than death.”

“There are.”

Your hands slid around him from behind, fingers playing with the clasps of his coat. “And now you’re here,” you said, “In the sun.”

“And it’s terrible.”

You giggled, “You can always take the coat off.” A shiver went up to his neck when you whispered, “You can take all of it off and get into a bathing pool with me. It is a bit hotter than usual.”

“Tempting, Mistress,” he admitted, “But not at the moment.”

“Okay,” you replied, and he knew you’d pouted for a second before pulling away. “What was your brother like?”

The last time he’d spoken of Minjun at this length was after a drunken night with Yunho. The pair of them split several bottles of wine between them. It led to flushed cheeks, wandering hands and sloppy kisses. Mingi, as he spoke, smelled the phantom scent of Yunho in the air. They’d done it multiple times before turning into puddles of jelly on Yunho’s bed. There, they’d laid out their hearts to one another. He told Yunho everything and anything he wanted to know. He’d normally been so guarded in those days; showing signs of weakness scared him. Yet, in the afterglow of blissful sex, his heart broke open. While you worked on your garden, it broke open to you. He shared tidbits about his little brother, who loved reading as much as fighting; he told you about the time they both dared each other to jump off a tall cathedral into a large heap of hay below. He told you of their childhood along the banks of the Wrathful River, the River of Wrath in Satan’s territory. You found all of it fascinating. You wanted to know more about your new home, and the different places. He knew you’d see them one day, and in a much nicer perspective than some.

As the sun began setting, the two of you made your way to the rose garden where other ladies sat enjoying the darkening skies and growing stars. He remained in the shadows as always, watching you closely and keeping a look out in the surrounding area. Talking about Minjun lifted weight from his shoulders. Breathing out his name and recounting tales of his brother brought back that fondness he once had. Mingi hoped, for a moment, wherever he was, his brother was happy.

“You’re still here.”

Artemis came up beside him as she entered the garden. She’d changed out of her usual training tunic into the long gowns of Eden. He noticed she’d grown daisies into her hair, letting them sprout like a halo around her head. In the dim sunlight, she looked heavenly.

“Yes,” he answered curtly.

“I hope you kept your hands to yourself in my grandmother’s garden.”

“I only indulge if my mistress wishes me to,” said Mingi.

“Don’t act as if you wouldn’t enjoy it.”

“How could I not?” he laughed softly. “If you tasted a bit of her, you’d enjoy it too.” He then smirked, “Or perhaps you say that because you wish it was you I was indulging?”

“As if,” she scoffed, though he saw through her lie. “Just keep to yourself, Mingi.”

“I will if you do, my lady.”

Mingi smiled to himself as she walked away. He knew she thought about their time together as much as he did. He watched her come to your side, kissing your cheek and smiling brightly. A range of dirty images rushed through his head seeing you two next to each other. He couldn’t recall the last time he had two partners; he didn’t count Octavius since he’s a plant. Having both of you in his bed, fully naked and horny beyond belief, had him shifting slightly to one side. Minjun would’ve teased him for his weakness, but Mingi didn’t care. You weakened him. He spent so many nights listening to his masters take you that it’s all he thinks about in quiet moments. After hearing Artemis’s low, erotic moans, she’d snuck her way into his fantasies with you.

He loved and hated it.

As the women began eating snacks and sweets left out, Artemis turned in his direction. Naturally, his eyes landed on her chest. He’d do anything to see and grab them again. She told him that’d be their first and only time. Mingi hoped that had been all talk. When she did not cover herself or turn away, he kept staring. He bit his inner cheek when he caught a glimpse of her nipple hardening in the cool breeze. He’d love to put his mouth on it. His desires burned hotter when he realized you’d been watching him watching Artemis. You smirked knowingly, putting a puff pastry to your lips. His jaw dropped when you bit into it, licking the thick white cream that had come through the sides. The last time he fucked you, he’d finished in your mouth. The pool of white cum had stood out in your mouth and throat. You’d spat some out to let it drip down your chin and the sides of your lips, then went back to sucking him off. He’d been so drunk off your toxins that he thought of nothing else but giving you more to swallow.

She turned away from him, yet you kept watching him. Memories of that night came back to him just as easily. It had been after a party at a new friend's house. You came back giggling and swaying to the music in your head. He couldn't let you walk up stairs on your own with unsteady heels, so he guided you back to your room. Mingi admitted he'd drunk a bit more than he should have; his body had felt warm and hazy. Even in the daze of alcohol, the two of you gravitate towards one another. He vaguely recalled stripping you down with fumbling fingers, while you slovenly kissed down his neck. Mingi took a deep breath thinking about your mouth wrapped around his cock, eyes focused up at him as you continuously pushed him to your throat. He'd gone harder than he intended, but you assured him you loved every second of it. He considered taking you to the gardens to ram you again, then he remembered where he was.

Your teasing grin did not simmer the fire burning in him. He expected you to stand and leave the gazebo, but instead you whispered to one of the Imp servants and saw the girl nodded excitedly. Whatever made the little Imp skip and giggle away could not be good. You turned and said something to Artemis once the servant left. Mingi wasn’t sure what you said, but Artemis glanced over at him and then back to you. Were Minjun alive, he’d insist they follow the both of you. Not out of concern or duty, but with hopes of walking upon a filthy sight. The Minjun he knew loved women. He loved visiting the brothels and taverns after missions or days in the training yard. He’d spend all his coin on the ladies he pulled into his laps. Mingi knew he’d envy him for getting to work for you. But, as much as Mingi would love to, he did have a job to do.

You and Artemis excused yourselves from the group and left out of another archway. Mingi knew a trap when he saw one. If he followed you, he’d be pulled into whatever erotic plan you’d invented for him. He knew he could not let you get away, since he is meant to watch you, and you knew that. Shaking off the tightness building in his stomach, Mingi walked along the hedges to where you and Artemis had disappeared through. Nobody noticed him as he moved quietly through the pathways. He tried picking up your scent, but couldn’t catch it amongst the other flowers. Another reason to dislike Eden. He peeked inside each garden enclosure or sitting area he passed with hopes of finding you. Break ins in Eden became more frequent these days, according to some, and with nighttime approaching, he needed to be more cautious. Demons of lust or simply drunkards looking to score have been caught climbing the walls of Eden’s garden and accosting ladies. They never get far since the ladies protect themselves and their guards are fierce, but it happens. Mingi might like the idea of you and a naked Artemis, but not so much of a man putting a knife to your throat to assault you.

“He did?”

He heard your voice come from one of the bathing pools. His entire body flushed in heat, and his armor suddenly felt suffocating.

“He did,” Artemis confirmed your question.

“I thought you hated men though.”

“I don’t hate them. I just don’t trust them. They all lie and cheat. They steal and kill.”

“Women can do that too.”

“Not at the rate men do.”

Her beliefs did not surprise him. Mingi would have told you that Ladies of Eden learn about the atrocities of men and the patriarchy at their mothers’ breasts. It is only recently that some are open to having men in their lives or beds.

“Did you at least like it?” he heard you leading her on, a smile on your face.

“I did, very much,” she admitted, sounding shy. “He isn’t the first, but he’s certainly the best.”

Mingi peeked around the entrance to the bathing pool. A ball formed in his throat when he saw both of you shedding off your clothes as Imps placed a tray of fruits and pastries near the small pool. He looked over the two nude bodies out in the open. He took in all the curves, soft skin and fleshy parts of your bodies. He saw where you’d both trimmed yourselves, only making him want to latch his mouth to them more. The flirtatious, giddy looks on your faces aroused him, especially when you stepped into the pool together. You both leaned against the steps waist-deep in the water as you brought the fruit tray over. Mingi bit his lower lip when he realized it was strawberries and a small pot of chocolate syrup. The two of you started eating them normally, talking about boys and the other ladies in the garden before your voices grew lower and you drew together. He recognized the lustful gaze you gave her as you put a strawberry to her lips. Artemis kept eye contact while she wrapped her mouth around the end and bit down.

Next came chocolate. He watched you swipe some onto the base of her neck, then lick it off in slow, passionate laps of your tongue. He palmed his groin when she returned the favor when a small droplet fell on your breast. The tip of her tongue grazed the outer edge of your nipple, then up to lick up the thin trickle and he held back a groan. He stood in awe as you started kissing, open mouths doing nothing to cover the tongues swatting at one another inside. He knew right now your arousing saliva worked its magic on her, coursing desire and passion through her veins. You dipped your finger in the chocolate to coat over one of Artemis’s nipples, then leaned down to slowly lick it off. Mingi instantly started unclasping his coat as he stepped into the space. Blending with the shadows, neither of you saw him in the corner of the room. He dropped his coat and undid his leather vest and thin chainmail underneath. You continued pinching and groping her breasts while her hands moved around to your ass. The crotch of his pants tightened when she put a strawberry to your lips for you to eat. With a single bite, Artemis smeared bits of juice around your mouth to then lick and kiss clean. You did the same to her, the both of you swatting your tongue over the large fruit before she bit into it.

“How about I give you both something bigger to lick?” he asked, voice heavy with lust as he kicked off his boots and unbuckled his pants.

Neither of you appeared surprised by his appearance. In fact, you both giggled shyly and turned away from him for a moment. “Don’t be shy now,” he smirked, pulling down both pants and underwear. Each of you focused directly on his groin once he removed them, and he couldn’t be prouder of it. “You two lured me in here. What did you think I’d do? Stand by and watch two gorgeous women fuck in a pool?”

“Yes,” Artemis admitted in a giggle.

“I told her you wouldn’t be able to help yourself,” you said, eyeing his semi-hardon. “You’re a big ol’ pervert deep down.”

“Which I’ve grown to enjoy quite a bit,” she then said, reaching up your chest to cup both your breasts. “I loved it so much last time.”

“So did I, my lady,” he admitted, walking over to where you both stood in the pool.

The cool water did shock his hot skin, though it didn't distract him from his goal. He came over, and brought you to him by the hips. The sweet taste of chocolate strawberries flowed from your lips to his on your tongue, which he eagerly ate up. The moment your tongues touched, Mingi’s hunger shot to the ceiling. He found it hard to contain the primal urge to fuck both all night.

He kept one arm around you as he pulled Artemis to him and kissed her the same way. A groan rumbled in his throat when a sticky, smooth substance covered a spot on his neck, only to be licked at by your warm tongue. The feeling of you licking his neck while Artemis’s tongue slid into his mouth fanned the flames making him harder. While hands started running up and down his chest and stomach, he felt up and down the full, round cheeks in his hands. Artemis whimpered at a particularly hard squeeze he gave her, and he knew she’d liked it.

“Do you like that?” he asked her, pecking her lips softly.

“Yes,” she breathed, picking up her own swipe of chocolate to put on his chest. “Do it again.”

As she lapped up the thin mess she’d made, he repeated the action to hear her whine into his chest. Mingi didn’t intend on leaving you out. He kissed you deeply, sliding his hand over and under your ass cheeks. Long fingers found the perineum and stroked it slowly, letting you enjoy the simple touch as you kissed.

“You’re so strong, Mingi,” Artemis said in his ear, moving behind him while you moved in front of him. “So big and long,” she took his cock by the base, reaching around to stroke him. Your heads both reached to his shoulders, where lips began kissing and nibbling at his neck and shoulders while you both caressed him. “I never had one like yours until the last time,” she said, only stroking him halfway. “That's all I think about when I’m alone in my bed. You’re the only man I’d ever allow in my bed after I’ve had this.”

“You should come live with us,” you told her, putting Mingi’s hands on your breasts for him to squeeze, “Then you and I could have fun with him whenever we want.”

“I’d never have a moment of peace, huh?” he teased, reaching to drizzle chocolate on your nipples. He began licking the thin strings off them, moaning softly as Artemis squeezed and aimed his cock between your thighs. “You, her and Yunho will have me empty by the end of the day.”

“As if you wouldn’t love that,” said Artemis.

“He’d definitely love it,” you moaned when he flicked his tongue over the peaks of your nipples. “Wouldn’t you, Mingi?”

His tip touched something slick and warm under the water, and he groaned loudly. Nestled between your thighs, his cock slipped in and out of them while Artemis fondled his balls underneath. The pleasure elevated when her thumbs spread the chocolate you placed there to lick it off him. Mingi’s moans grew louder as your wet clitoris brushed over the head of his cock over and over. His balls rolled around over each of Artemis’s fingers one at a time, sending shocks of pleasure through to his swollen cock. Your slow rocking movements had him reaching in front and behind him to grab at both of you. Artemis’s smooth sex fluttered open for his fingers, causing her to hold his wrist in place as she rubbed herself on his fingers. He sunk his other fingers between your ass cheeks to tease the tight hole they hid. Just feeling you both on his hands, hearing your moans join his, he thought he might cum.

“Stand in front of me,” he said breathily. “I want to play with both of you.”

“You might, but not here.”

Artemis slipped away from him. You took direction from her, and moved away too. A brief moment of frustration passed before he saw your mischievous smiles. You’d reached the top of the steps before he realized what was going on. The moment he charged, you two bolted towards the entrance. A delighted laugh escaped his chest as he rushed after you, naked as the day he was born. In the dim lighting of the lanterns above the paths, he saw your naked bodies several feet ahead of him. Your squeals and giggles reached him, joining in his own delight, as you continued running. Artemis, being the faster runner, sprinted ahead even when Mingi’s arms wrapped around you.

“Mingi!” you giggled as he lifted you from the ground and pressed you to a stone wall.

One arm holding you to his chest, he reached down and slipped two fingers inside you from behind. The pussy gushing juices into his hand, the familiar sound of his palm slapping your cheeks reached his ears. You arched your back to let him get in a few pumps before you managed to wriggle out of his grasp and run off again.

“Come here, you,” he laughed through his gritted teeth, making swipes at you from behind as he followed. “I’m going to get you, you little tease.”

“If you can keep up, that is!”

You darted into one section of the garden, and he went after you. In an intersection, someone slammed right into him. By the scent of fresh daisies, he knew it to be Artemis. The both of them on the ground, he scrambled to get on top of her. The beautiful Lady didn’t fight him off very much, but instead brought him in for a deep kiss as he forced her legs apart with his hips. Her moans vibrated in his mouth once he pushed his fingers inside her hot cunt.

“I’m making at least one of you cum tonight,” he growled, biting down on her lower lip softly. “On my tongue, my cock or my fingers…I don’t care.”

“If only I wanted to make that easy for you this time.”

She dug her fingers into his arm, distracting him a brief moment before sliding away from him and running again. His cock raged between his thighs. The embarrassing thought of someone important finding him naked crossed his mind, but he didn’t care. The combination of his own desires and the endorphins your kisses gave him kept him chasing each of you throughout the garden. By the time he caught up with her near a stone fountain of Medusa, he needed to fuck her. The stone fountain of the gorgon queen looked down on his with scolding eyes, her snakes lifted and posed for attack. Mingi looked around at the stone figures placed throughout the place in various spots. Men in soldier's armor, women in long flowing dresses, and small animals either running or standing in shock made it a bit more difficult to navigate.

A teasing giggle came from behind him, and he sensed one of you nearby. Mingi, a grin on his face, walked towards a particularly tall bear statue. There, he found Artemis hiding. She squeaked and giggled when he reached out for her, happening to catch her elbow and spin her into his arms. She barely struggled as his lips found hers, easily opening them and exploring her mouth with his tongue. He groaned at a cold hand starting to stroke his hardon; he returned the touch by rubbing her soaked clit.

Pressing her back to the statue, Mingi lifted one leg to his hip as he shoved two fingers in her. Artemis clutched the sides of the wide statue, head tilted back whenever his fingers curled inside her. He took advantage of this moment and flicked his tongue over her nipples, knowing how much she loved it. Mingi looked at her, drinking in the sight of her naked body in his embrace. Chest rising and falling in every deep breath, the moonlight made her skin glow and sweat shimmer on her taupe skin. He kissed up her neck, licking specific spots he knew she liked, before reaching her ear. She moaned louder, gripping her shoulders, and began pushing down on his fingers.

“Such a needy girl,” he groaned in her ear, savoring the feeling of her hand on his cock and his fingers stuffed in her cunt. “I do love watching you fuck yourself on my hand,” he said, looking down to see her body tense and rock against his palm, “But I think you’d look better on my dick instead, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed, squeezing his tip and rolling her thumb around it. He might go insane if he didn’t fuck her soon. “Yes, please.”

He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock in one swift motion. Stuck on his length, Artemis could do nothing but let him push in and out of her. He held onto her thigh and kept her pinned to the statue, occasionally sucking and teasing her breast. She tried keeping her voice down, though he saw her resolve start faltering when he rubbed her hard clit.

“How about I give a hand?”

You appeared from seemingly nowhere. Turning Artemis’s head, you locked her in a kiss as you took over her clitoris. He watched the both of you work one another softly, teasing with feather-like touches and passionate kisses. Mingi held onto Artemis’s hips as he kept going, looking down to see himself coated with her juices each time he pulled out. Your hand rolling around the hood and underside of her clit added an extra sprinkle of arousal he couldn't ignore. Soon, her sex quivered when he started bottoming up into her hips. Her orgasm crashed right over her, contorting her body and stiffening her muscles.

“Don't stop,” she cried, head turned to the side and hips rutting against his. “Please, don't stop.”

“He wouldn't dream of it,” you whined, rubbing her and kissing her neck.

Her orgasm finally went over the edge, and Mingi felt tempted to move faster and harder. His own nearly arrived before he forced himself out of her.

“Now it's my turn.”

He didn't utter a word as you laid him on the ground. Mingi watched you sink down onto his wet cock in a singular movement, immediately starting to ride him. He held onto the bottoms of the two statues beside him, gripping hard as your pussy flexed against his stiff length and milked him so easily. He couldn't keep his eyes off you. Having a new lover felt nice, but nothing beat you. You knew him so well already. Your body played him like a fiddle, knowing which strings to pluck at the right time. He groaned loudly when you whirled your hips around, your body bringing him with you and stretching him in circles. Your ass cheeks pressed right onto his balls gave a bit of pressure that nearly sent him over the edge. He kept his eyes on you; he gazed over the curves of your body moving in time with his, your eyes full of lust and need as you worked him. How nobody knew you were a cambion is beyond him. No human can be as enchanting or tantalizing as you. When Artemis showed up beside you, returning the favor you'd given her, he began pushing up into you before you forced him still by the hips. Once your bouncing became more erratic, your moans sounding desperate and needy, Mingi held you by your hips to chase down the orgasm building below. Artemis’s deft fingers moved at the same speed, the both of them encouraging you to cum all over him. He hoped you'd squirt a bit on him; he loved watching you do that with Hongjoong, but you didn't.

Artemis’s turn came again, on her front with you underneath her. Both of you keeping your legs far apart, you each kissed and grinded together as he pumped his cock back into her. He gave her a few thrusts before switching further down to you. This move teased him just as much as it teased the both of you. The sensation of pulling out once he'd gotten frustrating and exciting at the same time. The desperate need to cum had his balls slapping against each of you in sporadic thrusts. Both you and Artemis knew how badly he needed it, and encouraged him.

“Go ahead and cum,” you moaned between kisses. “We want you to…”

“All over us both.”

He planted himself firmly inside you, pushing forward while smacking and grabbing the round ass in front of him. The pain he'd been withholding soon came to the surface, and he instantly withdrew and rolled Artemis onto her back. Realizing what was happening, you sat up on your elbows together as his cum shot out. His head fell back, back arching as he let his climax take over. He rarely felt such pleasure before. He didn't want it to end.

And it didn't. You and Artemis pounced on him the moment he finished. You took turns sucking the last bits of cum from his cock, clearly not done with him at all, and kept going until he grew hard again. Once he did, he laid helpless as Artemis rode his cock while you rode his tongue. Squeals of “Mingi!” and “Fuck, that feels so good!” kept him going long after he'd finished pleasuring one lady after the other. By the time he worked you out of his system, the sun had plunged the world into complete darkness. Only in the clear moonlight could he see the two women slumped on the ground at the base of several statues. He knew he wouldn't be standing anytime soon, and the thought of a guard coming across him did not scare him as it might normally.

“Damn, two Ladies, Brother? Lucky dog.”

Mingi laughed softly, the running fountain covering it from nearby ears. If Minjun stayed, then perhaps he'd never be in this spot. If his brother remained a demon, he'd be at home by the river and not naked in the middle of a scenic garden. He turned his head to see you and Artemis sleeping nearby. He wouldn't have you if Minjun never crossed over. Mingi couldn't see you not being in his life. You'd become such an important part of him that it sounded torturous. He stared up at the stars, counting and connecting them as he finally gave into his exhaustion.

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“Wow, so this is how it is now, huh? We're just going to have public threesomes and not invite Hongjoong?”

Mingi groaned as the sun blinded him. Putting an arm over his eyes, he recognized the red and black shape of his master standing over him. He felt the warm softness of two women draped over him, snuggled and faces buried in his neck. He guessed you'd crawled over to him during the night.

“Hm?” your soft hum filled his ear, and he could feel your breath on his neck.

“Here we are,” he said, “Sitting at home worried about our special girl, thinking she'd been accosted on her way home or injured and lying in a ditch somewhere, but no. Here she is, naked with crusty cum on her with her cousin and her bodyguard.”

“Joongie…” you groaned, shifting in place, “Enough.”

“You don't fuck me in gardens.”

“Not true in the slightest. We've done it in my garden loads of times.”

“I mean in other people's gardens,” he corrected you. “Especially in Eden gardens. There's always patrols who could find us; much hotter that way.”

“Ugh, Hongjoong,” you peeled yourself away from him, and Mingi felt a light cloth be tossed your way. “Only you would be upset about this.”

“Not just me. Your grandmother, mom and Seonghwa are pretty peeved, but not for the same reasons as me.”

“No!” This woke up Artemis right away, making her sit up straight. “No, she doesn't….You're lying.”

“Am not,” he replied. “She found out when a guard told her they saw you all sleeping. I think you should find some clothes and explain yourself before she comes looking for you.”

Without another word, Artemis stood on shaky legs and ran away. Mingi had not moved an inch. His body refused to cooperate, not bothering to reach for any sort of cover. Not that it mattered, since Hongjoong’s wandering eyes did not bother him.

“Have fun, Mingi?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pet?”

“Loads,” you grinned over at Mingi, leaning to kiss him softly. Once your lips met his, he nearly went for another intoxicating kiss. “Mingi…Last night wasn't enough?”

“Forgive me,” he said, pulling a stray blade of grass from your hair. “Your kisses are addicitve. I can't help but want more.”

Hongjoong coughed, earning your attention again. “I don't think going a morning-after round in Lilith’s garden is a good idea, and that's me saying that. Put your clothes on,” Hongjoong tossed Mingi his own bundle, “And come with me.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. “Time to go home.”

Mingi watched him leave, and was glad it'd been Hongjoong and not Lilith.

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A/N: hey guys, I really hope you liked this one. This may be the last one for a while because I want to take a break from fanfiction to focus on my book. I didn't want to leave you guys hanging after I said I'd post this one lol

The series isn't over. Just on hiatus.

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porcelainstrawberry · 11 months ago

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Attack On Titan Oneshots

meeting them for the first time!! <3

(GN Reader) here btw! ^_^

posted on: Tumblr, Wattpad

💥 - EREN

- At first it was just like, "yeah whatever, their weak like everyone else."

- but then he saw how strong you were with ODM gear and how good you were with your blades!!

- he did a little '😯' when you did your badass hand-to-hand combat & ODM stuff c:

- after a while he finally got the courage and attempted (keyword: attempted) at making casual conversation with you!

- it failed tremendously and he fainted.

- however he was pleased when he had learned you had been the one making sure he was okay 😌

📚 - ARMIN

- the both of you immediately clicked (seeing as you two were the only mental bodybuilders in the room)

- you guys just communicated with looks at first, like you and him had a psychic connection or something

- eventually he got wayyy comfy with you and now you guys are best friends!!

- WITH BENEFI-

🧣 - MIKASA

- funnily enough, you two met when she wouldn't stop staring at you during training, resulting you being a bit worried about her!

- turns out she was zoning out, but she did admit to watching you for a while.

- still with a poker face of course.

- but overtime she warmed up to you (in however way she does that) and one day walked up to you and said quite literally:

- "we're friends now."

- then she walked away. strange, but who were you to judge?

🐴 - JEAN

- you met when he tried to flirt with you during dinner, of course.

- you didn't mind (or tried not to mind at least)

- eventually you noticed that he started to stare at you more than Mikasa...

- you tried to think nothing of it though, taking it as simply the way he attempts to make friends.

- now you and Jean are just simply friends, perhaps even best friends? yes his staring was slightly creepy but it's okay. his hair is soft that makes up for it

- you've just promised yourself to start fake flirting back if this happens constantly.

🫦 - CONNIE

- when you met him, he was just being same ol' Connie, class clown n shit

- eventually you decided to mutter a sarcastic joke about how jean's hair looked like a mop.

- of course Sasha heard this (because she hears everything apparently.), and started wheezing laughing like an elderly person who vaped too early in life and has shit lungs, but is attempting to yell.

- Connie asked what the hell was funny, and you repeated your joke

- he immediately started banging his fist on the table and started dying or some shit.

- (nevermind he was just laughing)

- then Connie looked at you with that "we should be friends because your funny but I have no idea who you are" sorta look

- so now you two have non-verbally decided that your besties (including Sasha ofc, its mandatory)

🥔 - SASHA

- you saw the whole time during training how she just seemed to spawn food out of thin air, and so you thought "hey, why not be friends with her, that's too funnily comical not to be entertained by"

- and turns out she wanted to meet you too. why? because you gave her half of your bread during lunch.

- soon she forced you to meet baldy, but you told her that you liked her better.

- and then the three of you (sometimes including Jean if he wasn't being a bitch) just came together to be the most unserious friend group of the century.

🌯 - BERTHOLDT

- you two met when he was trying to defend you from eren being a bitch, such a sweetheart 😭😭

- so yes, you did call him a sweetheart and thanked him, because why not?! it's not a y/n moment it's just manners 🤨🤨

- afterwards the both of you decided to stick together as you both are pretty chill compared to... other people.

- (hi yes, i'd like to say that i think Bertholdt hugs are absolutely amazing, author out)

👹 - REINEER

- you met when you were attempting to stop him from hitting on Krista, ft. Ymir

- he was really shocked about it, but how noble of you to do that, right?

- pretty much everyone but him realized he was staring at you more than Krista, but you thought it was just a glare.

- eventually you decided to just approach him to stop the staring because, like hell, it was annoying

- you forced him to be your friend. that's it. not that he minds, but it was just the simple;

- "dude if you wanted to be friends I really wouldn't mind" trope

🌓 - MARCO

- you met him at the stables, you were both assigned stable cleaning duties 🫶🏽

- eventually he got curious, and came over to ask out a few questions, the norm y'know.

- for example "how'd you get assigned cleaning duty?", "What's your horses name?", and "hey your cool, wanna hang out sometime?"

- the both of you appreciated each others calmness, seeing as everyone else was extremely loud.

- (the exceptions Armin, Bertholdt, and Mikasa)

- whenever you 2 hang out it's like a breath of fresh air for both of you lmao

🤺 - ANNIE

- you guys met during training, because you got partnered up 😎

- surprisingly, you were able to (slightly)beat her, not many others were

- (besides Mikasa of course)

- which lead to her thinking she should befriend you!

- (just for the mission, totally. 🤨)

- to be honest, the two of you are so scary together, even Reiner is slightly intimidated.

- don't think she'll go easier on you just because your friends though. she's still finna beat your ass when you least expect it.

🧚‍♀️ - YMIR

- Ymir was really mean, no sugarcoating needed to describe her.

- she was jokingly mean with you, so you got used to it and knew not to get offended too quickly.

- she was mildly surprised at you not really caring about her insults, so she stuck around you.

- (not that you minded, of course.)

- and yeah, maybe she's mean and calls you a crybaby and messes your hair up and wakes you up in the middle of the night to go on walks with her, but you can fix her!!! we believe in u :3

👑 - KRISTA/HISTORIA

- being completely honest with you, she just came up to you because she was dared to.

- then she realized that you were the only person there who wasn't overwhelming.

- after a while krista started coming up to you on her own

- just for "advice" on people ofc

- (OH Y/N? YEAH THEIR SUCH A GOOD FRIEND)

- (im sorry but this girl is adrien 2.0)

😾 - LEVI

- you were introduced to him thru your promotion (your rank was moved to captain)

- he already was glad you weren't loud as shit and a blabbermouth like SOMEONE...

- (don't take this sentence wrong hange is my bbg)

- he found himself coming to you for assistance in tons of things

- totally just so his ears could rest

- and totalllyyyy not because he was a little fond of you...

- (bonus points because the tea you make hits hard asf)

🥼 - HANGE

- they met you when you volunteered to help with one of their little experiments when Moblit was out sick ❤️

- and ofc they were ecstatic, you had actually volunteered for this and hadn't been forced to do it!!!

- turns out you were really really smart, close to their level of smart!

- so with that, they decided to keep you around just in case, you becoming their favorite assistant

- also their favorite coffee runner. you make that brown morning mixture slap harder than Eren when he was getting that fly.

🦾 - Erwin

- you were the nurse taking care of him when he lost his arm (GOWITHITOKAY)

- and hey, let's face the truth, you looked forward to seeing him everyday because LOOK AT HIM

-bro looks forward to you visiting to do checkups too, your the "fun nurse"

- (he's on HM anesthetic.) (hange made anesthetic, not to be confused with home made.)

-he does not look forward to the day he has to leave the infirmary, he'll miss you :(

- and the times you'll kiss his wounds better 💔

🛌 - Moblit

- bro was eepy and needed a replacement for the day so he could get some sleep and a break from hange

- you took up the offer because you felt bad for him tbh 😢

- and yes you might've had to actually fill in for him for a few days because he accidentally slept too long

- but you didn't mind bc your just cool like that ❤️

- now you guys just do favors for each other on the daily, fair and square :3

- you also get to play with his hair to your liking. AND IT IS SO SOFT OH MY GO-

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PLEASE lmk if you liked these! it’s my first time uploading an x reader thing and im scared :3

if there are any characters I should add to this list pls tell me!!

next chapter: ok so like basically then starting to crave your company, not really jealousy just missing you 😿

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k423s · 1 year ago

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feng ling yu xiu spoilers under cut :] <3

for obvious reasons ling'er and feiyan would both be anemo users (swallow techniques being associated w air ofc and the bird. also their names.) i was thinking of ling'er being a catalyst user? she does occasionally use blades though so sword would also be a nice fit for her tbh. i could see her normal attacks being sprouts of smaller blades or sm.

obvious one for feiyan would be polearm bc of the bamboo walking stick he uses :]

yuxiu has a lot of water motifs (especially in her inner world) so i feel inclined to make her a hydro sword <- ofc w the sword of the western king. but anemo could also work for her considering formless seems to have a lot to do w air (s2 three vacuums thingy.) BUT. hydro would be fun bc water and shape....... her mimicking via formless......... yk.......... and it would make her and ling'er different :)

nan sheng would be dendro something. actually her kit would be so so fun imagine it revolving around like corrosion and healing via toxicology......... and ofc the whip!!! we dont really have a whip equivalent though sjdbksaj. maybe some kind of catalyst user w grouping abilities w her e (kinda like yelan).

cui yu. would not have a vision be for realsies.

this is going to be humiliatingly self indulgent are you ready <<# <<- said w love

#gi #flyx

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jedifarmerr · 2 years ago

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Pepper Sprout (mini-series)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader/OFC (no physical description, established backstory & personality.)

Premise: Set after the events of the Last of Us Part 1, Joel befriends, then slowly falls in love with Ellie’s teacher.

Rating: E for future chapters (18+ blog)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: some violence at the beginning (guns and blood), language, a tiny amount of drinking, and ambiguous age gap. This is pretty tame...for now.

A/N: Hello! I thought of this series a few months ago while playing the game and I am seriously so excited to finally be sharing it. Currently, this is shaping up to be around 5 or 6 parts? This will include some spoilers (the ending) of The Last of Us Part 1. Reader is related to a character from the Last of Us Part 2, but it's a faceless NPC.

Part 1

The air stunk of dry-rot wood, spoiled food, and flesh. He could practically taste it as if it was sitting on his tongue like a wet fuzzy sock.

Joel was hanging back by the host stand, scanning from salad bar to sundae bar. Finger hovering over the trigger. This fight wasn’t over.

Not yet, anyway.

He’d dealt with enough infected over the years to know that in a horde of this size there would always be an aftershock. Just waiting and watching; somewhere out there - lingering.

But where?

This Golden Corral was a buffet of Cordyceps. A goddamn petri dish. The floor was covered almost entirely in torpor corpses; a dusty gray with sprinkles of crimson from those freshly slain. Florid fungus cobwebbed itself to the walls.

A crack of glass – a screech – echoed throughout the restaurant.

Joel whirled around. Just as the kitchen doors burst open and out flung a spider-crawling stalker. Bingo. Joel jerked his gun, aiming right between its jaundice eyes. The barrel kicked back with a bang, and blew straight through its moldy brain.

Splat.

Its head broke into tiny bits and pieces; blood gushing from the severed neck.

Never one to be too careful, Joel waited a long minute before slinging the shotgun around his back, calling it.

He took a step and immediately winced. His knees were inflamed to the point he could hardly walk. Hobbling to the nearest chair that wasn’t wrapped up in bone-dry veins, he slumped down.

“That was too damn close,” he grumbled at Tommy as he went on massaging his achy joints. Despite the cool weather, he was drenched in sweat. His shirt was completely ruined – soaked through and through with guts.

So much for a day off, and one he could’ve really used. He was completely exhausted. Running on pure adrenaline, and one too many shitty cups of coffee.

The last three weeks had been intense with fall officially here, and the infected beginning their official migration north for winter.

Tommy swaggered over. “11…12…13. 13 of those fuckers, and look at that - barely a scratch. Shit, that’s gotta be some kinda record.” He brought a hand down on Joel’s shoulder and squeezed.

Even with blood smeared along his brow and sweat-greased back hair, Tommy looked unfazed. He actually appeared elated, reveling at the carnage and their ultimate victory.

And fine. Joel could at least admit this was a pretty solid win.

Too bad the bodies still needed to be searched, and god - he was so desperate to get out of here. He gave himself ten second of rest before forcing himself back onto his feet.

“Mike’s gonna be sorry he missed it.” Tommy crouched beside a clicker with a shiv sticking out of its neck. He wiggled the handle loose, and blood oozed from the wound.

But hey - at least the blade was still intact.

“Yeah, right,” Joel scoffed. “That guy owes us big time - that’s for damn sure,” he reiterated for the dozenth time that day.

It was a Tuesday, meaning the on duty patrol for this route was Mike and Eugene. Now, Eugene was actually sick with a nasty case of the flu. So, he could slide, but Mike. Hell no. His excuse was, now get this - his ankle was bothering him.

His goddamn ankle.

While it was probably an old injury flaring up from days of chilly rain, the guy decided it exempted him from the patrol, reciting some bullshit he’d memorized from the handbook.

Seriously, who wastes their time reading that?

Section four of protocol states…blah blah blah. What a fucking nerd. Joel couldn’t stand him before, and this definitely didn’t help.

“Lucky for you, he won’t be joining us for dinner,” Tommy said, as he jingled a few shotgun shells loose from the last in his pile. “Ellie did tell you who’s coming, right?”

Joel flicked his tongue over his lips, and chuckled under his breath. Man, he really should’ve seen that one coming because knowing Tommy: he’d been waiting all day for the chance to slip her in.

Maria and Tommy had been playing cupid, and recently landed on a new target.

Mike’s younger sister, who just so happened to be Ellie’s teacher, and also, a family-friend of Maria’s. It was all a very twisty hodunk small town over here.

“She sure did,” Joel stated. Matter-of-fact. He couldn’t feed the beast, or else it would never end.

Joel checked over the last runner, and pocketed a travel-size bottle of hand sanitizer. Some good that did them.

“And you’re cool with that?” Tommy trailed over to the busted window they came in from. His eyes wide and bright and full of ulterior-motives.

Joel curtly nodded befor climbing on through.

“Guessin’ you would be.” Tommy tapped his fingers against the gun at his side. Joel stared down the end of the street at the McDonald’s; the horses were safely holed up in the Playplace: tied to a support beam for the windy slide. “Thought I remember, you saying you liked her, like as a person.”

“I barely know her,” Joel shot the conversation dead.

He was just telling the truth. The bulk of what he knew came from Tommy and Ellie and whatever people around town said. Always good things. She was like this patron saint of Jackson. Mother fucking Teresa.

And who knows? Maybe she was. Joel had hung out with her a whopping three times: two of which ended up being a complete mess. The first one had ended with her doubled over and hurling outside the Tipsy Bison, choking and gagging out apology after apology. She was a lightweight and supposedly, too much sugar made her sick.

Anyway –

Then, came meet-the-teacher night where he took his turn making a complete ass of himself. It’d been fine until Ellie upped and left to use the bathroom and alone – it was painfully awkward. He’d take the piss for that one. Small talk and pleasantries were never really his forte.

“Well, I’m not gonna say she would be interested, but-”

“Okay, Tommy,” Joel scrubbed a hand down his face and sighed. “I know where you’re going with this, so before you go on and get any ideas. It’s still a no.”

Tommy’s expression dipped into a frown. “But what about -”

Joel held up his hand. “I appreciate it, but I’m just not interested,” Joel let him down easily, but the assurance in his tone left little room for an argument.

Tommy opened his mouth, but quickly clamped it shut. He huffed – defeated. Once again. That was his fifth reject; one for every month Joel had lived here.

Despite the outcome always being the same, Tommy just kept trying. No. No. No. Not even a maybe. Not once. Joel had made his stance pretty clear. Scratch that - translucent. Dating was out; marriage was a hell no. It’s not like his first go-around had been anything to write home about, clearly.

What a crapshoot.

Joel viewed relationships differently than Tommy. His little brother was sickly in love, and good for him, but Joel thought the whole thing was nothing more than another liability.

Why would he risk it?

If he’d never been any good at them in the first place. It always seemed to be the wrong place or wrong time or too late. He’d never been able to get it right, so it was just better off this way.

He was better off this way

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Cleaned up and rested; later that evening, the five of them gathered at Maria and Tommy’s for dinner: roasted meat and rosemary potatoes. Served family-style, just like her mother used to do.

Rory wasn’t here to babble away like usual as he was staying the night at his grandpa’s.

The conversation was otherwise nothing special, mostly centered around the newbies in town. Some whispers about Jackson had spread south, and what had once been three hundred had steadily grown to around four or five. More would probably come spring.

Joel slugged back his beer, and stole a glance at the woman beside him.

She was attractive, and being this close, in this light, he could appreciate her features even more. She was inches from him, and he could smell her perfume? Soap? It was real nice. Fresh and clean and soft and as sweet as her famous nickname.

Lolly.

A childhood nickname that stuck to her like glue.

When he’d first heard it, he’d expected some young girl, barely 18 to be sitting at the bar top.

Not…her; a full-fledged woman.

Sure, she was younger than him, but not by enough to make his stomach curl with cradle-robber shame whenever his gaze lingered for just a moment too long.

Like now.

Joel shook his head, and focused on Ellie, talking about school, and her extreme dislike for their most recent unit.

While school wasn’t mandatory, all the kids enjoyed going. It was only three times a week, and half-days with all age groups coming together on Friday. Younger kids still learned how to read and do basic math, but at Ellie’s age, it was mostly job and life skills. Sometimes people would come and speak about their occupation, other days they learned how to read a map and purify water or currently – sewing.

“Laugh all you want, I almost lost a finger.” Ellie flashed the band-aid on her pointer as proof. Lolly looked slightly guilty, even as she giggled.

“Well, not everyone can be as talented as Lolly over here,” Maria boasted, pointing to Lolly’s little dress. “Let me guess, you made that yourself?”

Lolly’s chewing slowed as she squinted at Maria. She was no dummy; it’d taken her all but a few seconds to sniff out the set up.

She swallowed. “No, actually. This is one Mike brought back from that boutique in the square. I just added a little material here and there, so it would fit.”

Joel’s gaze traveled over the dress, following the flick of her wrist. It was a rusty orange number with big sleeves that reminded him of the 70’s. Even though it was completely impractical, it was also hauntingly cute.

“Still impressive,” Maria insisted, and Lolly clicked her tongue - not playing along.

A moment of silence followed: amplified by the scratch of silverware on porcelain.

“Joel and I had a pretty eventful day, ain’t that right?” Tommy perked up, spearing a cherry tomato on his fork, and popping it into his mouth.

Great, now it was his turn to be buttered up.

“Oh. Trust me, I’ve heard. Everyone in town won’t shut up about it. They keep saying you might be the best patrol we’ve ever had.” A teensy smile teased her lips, and Joel’s tongue immediately became dry toast.

Joel gulped, and waved off her minuscule praise. “Oh, no. It was nothing-”

“Nothing?” Ellie snorted. “Psssh. Sure smelled like something to me.” Ellie wrinkled her nose and shooed away the residual stench.

Goddamn kids and their honesty. At least, Ellie didn’t mention finding him sprawled out on the couch with enough ice packs to drown each leg.

Joel leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really now? You think you can do better, kiddo?” Joel challenged – light-hearted.

Ellie shrugged – a cocky maybe.

“Guess we’ll be finding out soon enough - 8 months?” Tommy pointed his fork at her.

“9.” Ellie glanced at Joel.

He’d snuck her a few times, and taken her up to the pond for those swimming lessons he promised her. He would surely do it again once it warmed up.

Ellie looked at Lolly, and her brows wrangled up with some sudden thought. “Have you ever been on patrol?”

Maria’s head whipped up as fast as a sucker punch. Lolly eye’s widened, but Joel wasn’t sure if it was Maria’s reaction or the seemingly innocent question itself that caused her to react, but then neither of them said a word.

Joel wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on. He looked at Ellie, then his brother, but Tommy looked just as confused as them.

Lolly must’ve noticed the regret creeping up on Ellie’s face, since she immediately offered her a small grin.

“Believe it or not,” she said, “I used to go all the time.”

Joel blinked back. What? When?

He’d never seen her name listed in a single log book, and those dated back almost 10 years. Give or take.

While Joel had only been here around six months, he’d never heard anyone talk about it, or anyone ever stopping patrol so young. Most people kept going until they either couldn’t or died. Eugene was like, 70? And he was still out there a couple times a week.

Nobody said anything for a long minute; the silence sat heavy and tense and uncomfortable.

Maria clapped her hands, “Anyone want dessert?”

---

Fluffy chocolate mousse was the answer as the conversation returned to idle nothingness until it was time to go.

While putting on their coats, Tommy offered they walk her home because the streets of Jackson were crawling with crime and all. She’d brushed it off at first, but Ellie insisted.

Turns out, Lolly knew a thing or two hundred on constellations and Ellie used the walk to pick her brain. Joel trailed a step behind them, watching Lolly’s finger trace the blanket of stars.

Lyra. The W – named for some vain queen in Greece. Cassie something or other. Next to it, was her husband. Another C name. Supposedly it looked like a stick figure house, but Joel didn’t see it.

Still, he listened to the sound of her voice; there was something soothing about it.

Sadly, that peace couldn’t last as Mike was out on the front porch. He was chilling on the small swing, downing a beer as if he knew Joel would end up walking her home.

“I was wonderin’ when you’d get back.”

Lolly jumped at the sound of his voice. She’d been so engrossed with Ellie that she’d yet to spot him.

“Ellie. Joel.” Mike spit his name out like a jagged piece of glass. Oh yeah, the dislike was mutual.

Joel drawled out Mike’s name; a little friendlier than usual, just to irk him. “How’s the ankle?” He pointed to the hack job wrapping.

Mike sneered. “Better. Thanks for asking.”

“What’re you doing out here?” Lolly butted in; the words spoken through a tight, nervous-looking smile. She refused to look directly at him or even Ellie for that matter.

“It’s a nice night, don’t ya think? Guessin’ it’ll be the last one for a while, so thought I’d enjoy it. By the looks of it, seems as if you two thought the same.”

Mike glared at Joel with a threat in his eyes: think about touching her and I’ll knock your teeth in. Joel would love to see him try.

Joel wondered if Mike was always this suffocating. If so, maybe that’s why she was still single because who would want to deal with him? Mike was about to square up with a middle-aged man and a 15-year-old girl for what? Walking his sister home?

His adult sister. Nonetheless.

Joel didn’t try to understand it.

Lolly held Mike’s gaze for a moment before turning around with a word. She forced a smile, and it actually looked believable which was slightly concerning.

“Well, uh. Thank you both for walking me home. Ellie, I will see you tomorrow. Joel-”

Mike cleared his throat and the anger seethed from her pores. She squeezed her eyes shut, so tight she nearly burst. Taking a deep breath, she peered back up at Joel. “It was nice seeing you again.”

With that, she spun around and bolted up the steps. Mike didn’t seem to give a fuck, rocking back and forth so slow that the rusty screws gave into a haunting squeal.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Ellie spoke out of the side of her mouth, waving at Mike while taking a step back, then another.

“You read my mind.”

Joel and Ellie booked it down the road.

Fuck, if he would ever go back there again.

#joel x reader #joel the last of us #joel miler x reader #pedro pascal fanfic #last of us fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader

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obitobi-simp · 3 years ago

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fanfiction idea

baisicly kaeya and diluc have 2 asowem dads (idk if u squezz ur eyes and try realy hard u coud turn it into crepus x pierro but not the point)

Okay so imagen this pierro is kaeyas dad he drops him off in dawn winery but not sboned him in the rain

Araving at night telling kaeya to stay and listen to crepus kaeya crying pierro staying for the night but then leaving befor kaeya waks up

Crepus explains the situation

C: diluc this is kaeya he will stay with us for a while

D:why ?

K: yaeh why ?(still was told the 'lie' of being a spy)

Pierro and kaeya will write letters, crepus and diluc once saw one close and and thay thought kaeya coudn't write but it was actuly a diffret languiege in codes.

Since i hc khaenri'ah with a diffret calender than that of tyvat, once a year on kaeyas khaenri'ahan bday pierro will drop by give kaeya a gift and leave agin or if he realy realy can't come he will send extra gift with an i am sorry letter

When pierro woud stay for the night

One time kaeya pretends to be sick so pierro woud stay longer

Kaeya and diluc share there 18th bday yaeh yk where this is going

Evrything is the same pierro not there yet

When varka dottore and eroch have alrady done what thay did in the weebtoon pierro showes up and is like

''Yaeh i saw somthing complitly diffret care to explain ? " it is thaen that diluc and kaeya realyse kaeyas dad is a fatui harbinger the 1st/no.0

Now this dottore is in deepshit

Famaly is very important pierro has aczepted diluc as famaly and kaeyas foster brother /sworn brother and pierro knowes kaeya calls crepus dad when he thinks no one is auround

D:jester what a suprise I haven't expected to see you here in mondstadt

K:*sticks his tunge out and gives dottore the finger behind pierros back*

D:have some respect u son of bitch

P: i was viseting my sons for there 18th birthday *gives kaeya and diluc a blue and read box * Now who are u calling a bitch ? Do u think i am a bitch dottore? D: no ofc not sir K: No one insults my mother and will get away with it*pissed has cryo blade in hand* Luc: No one isults my brothers perants espacaly not u fatui scum P: since u are still usefull to the fatui u have a day to run P: until crepus is awake agin and well i will take care of both boys V: i have a few questions first P:*painfuly kills eroch* shur what do u want to know ? V: how ? K: lol tyvat dosen't even have a hospital ofc no one here knowes the baisics P: kaeya we talked about this. To put it simple i was around and saw evrything i called one of my best healers to check for brain activaty. Don't worry diluc ur father will make it he certanly won't be able ta walk agin but he will live. He is home resting D:leaves * P: *in khaenri'ahan * kaeya he has taken good care of u it's time to retun the favor

In the mansion kaeya diluc pierro and adeline are waiting for crepus to wake up when pierro notices crepus waking up he get diluc to get food leaving kaeya alone with crepus

With pierro and diluc

Pierro apolegises and thanks diluc for watching out for kaeya and excuse kaeyas somtins stange behavior with that kaeya is very mistrusting and hates the archons but diluc managed to win kaeyas trust and that diluc is one of the few things kaeya can love and trust in tyvat

With crepus and kaeya

Kaeya notices crepus waking up

"DAD are u okay can u hear me ?"

Kaeya screems for evryone to come crepus wakes up and huges his baby boys who cry cuz thay are so glad he is well crepus lives a few mins befor he dies kaeya and diluc start hating dottore more

Pierro knowing he can't stop tham gives tham a paiper that allowes tham to enter zyoply palace when thay are done hunting dowen dottore and his clones and leave shneznya unharmed

The other harbingers woud't dare tuch the jesters son and his brother

"A few ruls don't ruin imprtant projects. When u see columbina leave . When i see blood on ur cloths u will be graunded and if it's not ur owen idc if u both are now adults Kaeya u get 2 extra ruls *in khaenri'ahan * stay the fuck away from the abyss don't get diluc there. No abyssel powers u can keep the delusion u snached but if i see u with an abyssal goseple u are grunded till u turn 300"..."Can i through dottore in the abyss ?" "Fine only 5 i need the rest"

Thay go on a 2/3 year hunt for the fatui and kaeya saved there asses a few times with the ''do u know who my father is?" card thay stayed woth pierro for a night befor he retuned tham to mondstadt

Kaeya became horseless cavalary captain and diluc knowing the what the knights woud do has no intrest he is kinda mad at kaeya but not for long

Pierro let tham keep there delusions (kaeya has more then 1 but diluc dosen't need to know that)

Random one day diluc asks him about kaeyas home after travler and asks if kaeya is like tham since kaeya comes byoned tyvat too

Kaeya tell diluc what truly happned during the cataclysem and almost get a panic attack cuz trauma .diluc" Don't worry i will protect u if barbados woud ever try to kill u witch he won't cuz if he wanted he woud have done that alrady "

kaeya "hmmp u don't understand for the people of mondstadt it's been 1000 years since the anmo archon was seen but for me it wasn't even an 8th of that time "

D"do u want to talk more about it ?"

K "That ia a terable idea ! Have u heared of forbiden knowlige? I can get lisa to explain it she studied is sumeru she knows more than i do but what i know is saying anything that falls under forbiden knowlige will have consequenses...oh and befor i ferget i realy don't mind drinking with venti it's actuly reather funny guiltriping him in buying me drinks "

D: " that's a bit crule don't u think ?"

K"not cruler that what he did"

D: (Ô - Ô)

K: just kidding sheesh can't take a joke ? Here i thought the dark nightbhero woud have more humor

D"while we are at it whar coud u find out ? About the abyss order i mean"

K"nothing to much only 2 names one being fake"

D:"What makes u think that ?"

K:" dain slef "

D".."

K: it means dead legacy u can't sirusly tell me +500 years ago somone woke up and chose to name there child dead legacy DEAD LEGACY WHO DOSE THAT ?!"

D: Dosen't ur name mean flower ?

K:yes and no the sumerian version kaeya means monsoon flower then there are 3 other variants kaja(saied like kaeya) witch means jackdaw it belongs to the corbus famaly and is from my perants fav story of a peackook and jackdaw falling in love my stella fortuna pavo cocilus means peackook eye"

D:so u finnaly agre birds are real?

K :tf no there us no way birds are real there story makes no sense

D: WHY AM I EVEN TRYING ?!😒😩why is khaenri'ah so wird

K: it's not! Tyvat is wierd as shit u have words like failuer and vacation and give up or pumpkin what even is that ? Souds like somthing i woud name my puppys as a child

D:kaeya we can't sirusly have this argument agin !

Yah that's it . all fluff with a bit of angst

Do u think diluc will tell dain kaeya and his dad exsist ?

Thanks for reading so far

#khaenri'ah #kaeya alberich #pierro genshin #platonic diluc and kaeya #crepus ragnvindr #ragbros #Pierro is kaeyas dad #kaeyas father #fanfic #drabble #fluff fluff fluff #idk what else to put in the tags #idk what this is

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b4tboys · 4 years ago

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➣ an afternoon spar

pairing: tartaglia/childe x gn!reader

word count: 444

warning: sparring, mentions of blood, choking

notes from lee: the duality of this man, my man. idk why but i’m in love with this goof <3 but i also wanna beat the crap out of him, lovingly ofc

His hands fit perfectly around your throat. He begins to press a little harder, restricting your airflow. He cackles at the way you struggle under him, your legs trying to kick him off, your hands clinging to his gray jacket, which is tainted with blood, and pleas fly from your mouth in an effort to persuade him not to kill you. He really is evil, but what more is to be expected of him as the eleventh Fatui Harbinger?

Childe’s insatiable need for bloodlust is what makes him so good at his job, setting him apart from his rather monotonous, at least in his opinion, co-workers. He’d stop at almost nothing to feel the sensation of warm blood splattering against his clothes.

You, however, were the unfortunate exception. As much as he wanted to watch as the life drained from your eyes, you were far more valuable to him alive.

He cared for you in a way one shouldn’t care for their enemy, but then again he didn’t really consider you his opponent. Though if he ever was ordered to kill you by the Tsaritsa he wouldn’t hesitate.

He let you go, sitting back on his knees as you gasped for air, hands coming around your own throat to check if he had really let you go.

Instead of questioning him you lunged forward, sword drawn, and pointed at his neck. He laughed, amused by your commendable effort in wanting to beat him.

This was why he couldn’t kill you, your stubbornness to go down was stronger than his own. He had a hard time finding anyone quite like you, so that’s exactly why he had latched on to you.

“Well, it seems you finally got me. Very well then, I concede,” he declared, still on his knees. His water blades vanished into thin air as he held his hands up in surrender.

“You’re buying lunch,” you heaved out, sheathing your sword before offering Childe a hand.

He scoffed at you, “As if I wasn’t going to be paying anyways.” He rolled his eyes in a playful manner, he loved to tease you about using his money.

“Uh yeah, when you win, I’ll pay. But you’ve yet to beat me so you get to pay,” you teased back, sticking your tongue out to your walking wallet.

He smiled at you fondly while the two of you walked into the harbor together. Your hands swung precarious before brushing against his, clearly indicating what you wanted.

His long fingers intertwined with your own and he beamed, much more energetic now. He supposed being absolutely in love with you was another reason to keep you around too.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #ajax x reader #childe #tartaglia #[ lee's writing ]#[ + ] genshin impact #! tartaglia

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foodieforthoughts · 4 years ago

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Eight

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, foul language, mentions of war, military technicalities (thread with caution)

A/N: Dum, Dum, DUM!!! We are finally here! The smutty part of the series is here and also an added twist in the end. I hope you guys like it because we are almost reaching the end. And as always a massive thank you to the wonderful beta @thelastsock who's been a huge help. Also, thank you to @cheyentjj for suggesting an appropriate face claim for Liv, Julianne Hough is the only one I’ll see as Liv now.

<Chapter Seven

Title: Chapter Eight

Sy grumbled as he stared at himself in the mirror. His buzz cut was growing out and his beard was becoming scrawnier. He turned his head to the side, grazing his finger over the cut he had over his cheekbone. He had no idea how he had even gotten bruised like that. He wasn’t one to have an opinion on how he looked, but now that he had a woman in his life, he was suddenly more mindful.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sy turned around to grab his t-shirt from the back of the chair. His eye caught the silver chain lying on the table. He grabbed it in his hand, turning the medal in his palm. Liv always wore it but somehow, she had forgotten about it today. Sy was not religious or superstitious but he liked the idea that Liv’s friend cared about her enough to gift her something to keep her safe all the time.

Placing the chain back on the table, Sy couldn't help but think about what he had going on with Liv since the night she had spent in his room. He felt their relationship had evolved; she was opening up to him, telling him about her life, letting him in. Although, his heart had ached when she had told him about her family.

Sy had his arm draped over Liv, his fingers entwined with hers. Her back against his chest, her head resting on his extended arm. It was the third night in a row when Liv had come knocking on his door. He didn’t question her, only embraced her and cuddled her to sleep.

“Are you still awake?” He had whispered that night, not wanting to disturb the silence.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask you something?” When she nodded, he continued. “What did you mean by ‘no one’s waiting for you back home’?”

Sy stared at the back of her head. He had been meaning to ask her about it for a while, but the moment never seemed right. He was almost certain she wasn’t going to answer when Liv sighed.

“My dad always wanted a son.” She adjusted against him, pulling his arm tighter around her. “He’s a real estate broker and has made a fortune out of it. He always had the idea that a son would be the one he would pass the mantle to.”

Sy scoffed. “That’s misogynistic.”

“Yeah, that’s my dad.” Liv sighed. “After I was born, he was clearly disappointed. He took his frustration out on mom, he treated her very badly. In turn, she took it out on me. So, I never really spent time with them as much. When my brother was born, my father was overjoyed and showered my mother with all his love, and she decided to dedicate her life to my brother’s upbringing. When my grandma asked me if I wanted to move in with her, I didn’t even put up a fight, and neither did they.”

“Baby,” Sy turned her in his arms to face him. Liv’s eyes held sorrow but there were no tears. Sy wondered if she had grown so accustomed to being neglected by her parents, she didn’t even feel anything more than disappointment. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. If they wouldn’t have treated me the way they did, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. I probably wouldn’t have even joined the army.” She placed her hand on his cheek, smiling weakly. “How would I have met you?”

Sy smiled to himself. He had kissed her after that, feeling immensely happy for having her in his life. He would have never imagined meeting an incredible woman like Liv while being out in the desert. Sometimes he wondered if he was falling for her.

“Hey!” Liv announced, opening the door wide. She had a huge smile on her face, her skin slick with sweat and her eyes blown wide with exhilaration. “Pepps’s going to tell you everything, but I was so excited to tell you first.”

Sy raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He could see Liv practically bouncing on her toes as she rubbed her hands together. He watched as she closed the door and walked up to him to give a chaste kiss on his lips.

“You know we’ve been trying to get more people on our side,” she pulled her jacket off, draping it neatly over the chair. She plopped down on the bed, crossing her legs and smiling widely up at Sy. “We just got someone on the inside.”

“What do you mean?”

“You told me we have intel that there’s a new leader for the militants, I suggested we should try someone to infiltrate the group. Mahmoud fixed us with a young man who is on our side but will provide us information about the militant activities.”

Sy was impressed. He had approved Pepps for trying to recruit Mahmoud’s man, but Liv had no knowledge about it. He wanted to see how much effort Liv was ready to put into getting the job done. He felt even prouder and in awe of his woman every time he saw her in action.

“Also,” She straightened her leg and fished out a trimmer from her pocket. “I managed to get it from a barber shop at the village.”

Sy smirked with a naughty thought entering his mind. “Want a trim? Maybe I could help.”

Liv rolled her eyes at him and started detangling the wires from the trimmer. “Just FYI, I got everything laser removed. So, it’s smooth like butter down there.”

Sy felt his mouth go dry with the new revelation. He couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, thinking exactly about having his mouth on the aforementioned part of Liv's body. Explicit was often where his thoughts went when he had her in his arms lately. Her body fit wonderfully in his, arranged in his arms like a perfectly matched puzzle piece. Each night he fought the urge to wake her and make love to her then and there.

“Okay, soldier. I can practically hear your thoughts.” She snickered, pointing at his crotch. He grumbled adjusting his pants that had tightened under the inevitable effect of his filthy ideas. “And this for you. I see how you keep looking at your hair and your beard. I could give you a buzz.”

Sy scoffed, grabbing his gun from the table and putting it in his thigh holster. “I’ll get it done from someone else.”

“Sy, I’m tired and I have only three hours until I have to go to my post. So please, get your ass here.” She bent down to wave her hand over the floor. She plugged in the trimmer on the socket above the bed. She looked at him expectantly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.

“If anything goes wrong, we’ll just shave it all.” Sy muttered and sat down on the floor, resting his back against the metal frame of his bed. He grimaced as the familiar buzzing of the trimmer started behind him. With the touch of the old blades of the device, Sy winced involuntarily.

“Stop it.” Liv warned, holding onto his shoulder and running the trimmer along his neck. “I know what I’m doing, Captain J.A. Syverson.”

Sy groaned on hearing his full name. Liv staying in his room meant she noticed personal things about him. She had looked through his trunk for a spare t-shirt and casually asked him about his initials written on the metal box. He knew at some point she ought to know about his first name, but he was perfectly fine with being known by his last name for the time being.

“I figured it out by the way.” He could hear the glee in her voice over the buzzing of the machine. “Why did you never tell me your name's John Andrew?” She giggled, brushing the hairs out of his t-shirt.

“I was getting to it.” He mumbled bringing his legs up and resting his arms on them. “Who told you?”

“I’m not going to rat out my informant.” Liv tapped him on his shoulder and indicated him to look up. She trimmed the hair on the top of his head with her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth in concentration. Sy smiled at her adorable face, his fingers itched to touch her. She kissed the top of his head when she noticed his smile, moving onto his side burns next.

He tried to look at her from the corner of his eyes while she trimmed his hair. Everything about this situation felt so domestic. He had no clue he had yearned for something like this, only feeling it now he was experiencing it. It felt blissful and satisfying. Sy also felt delighted about Liv’s cheerful attitude and watching her be her previous self was like a breath of freshness in the stale air of grief that surrounded her.

“All done.” Liv announced. She dusted off the hair, turning his head from side to side to check her work. “Part-time at the local salon has finally paid off.”

Sy was about to stand up to look in the mirror when a knock sounded on the door. Pats, from his men, pushed open the door. A cigarette hung from his mouth, his dark beard scraggly and long. Sy jutted his chin for him to speak, looking himself in the mirror and being content with the way Liv had trimmed his hair.

“Call from the base.” Pats informed, throwing a casual wave towards Liv before heading out into the corridor.

“Duty calls, Captain.” Liv yawned, sniffling and settling down on his bed. “Wake me up when you come back?” She yawned again as she pulled the blanket over her body.

“You’re going to sleep here?” Sy questioned as he walked back to Liv. He smiled as Liv nodded, pulling the blanket up to her nose. Sy looked down at her, smiling as he observed her bundled up on his bed. For the first time in his entire military career, he wanted to neglect his job and just curl up next to Liv. “How do I thank you for a job well done?”

Sy noted how Liv bit her lip between her teeth, looking up at him with mischief dancing in her eyes. She closed her eyes and brought her arm to rest on her forehead. “I’m sure you can come up with something.” She whispered sensuously, peeking at him from underneath her arm.

Sy felt his throat go dry again as several ideas popped up in his head. He cleared his throat and leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. “Will do, ma’am.” He said, stealing another kiss and walking out the room. He looked down at his wrist watch, anticipation already brewing for when he could get back to her.

***

Liv groaned as the voices of men from the other room disturbed her sleep once again. It was a hefty price to pay for being a light-sleeper and living around men who could be boisterous when need be. She turned around to face the wall and pulled Sy’s blanket closer to her face. She breathed in the faint smell of his musk, imagining him to be lying next to her. Habituation was a bitch because she couldn’t get a good sleep until she had Sy’s arms around her.

The door to his room creaked open, alerting her of another presence. She half turned her body to look behind as she heard the door lock and found Sy in the process of removing his holster.

“Back already?” She looked at her wrist watch and noted she still had plenty of time until she had to go to her post. “What did base want-” Her question was cut short as Sy kneeled down next to the bed and captured her lips for a heated kiss. She gasped as he pulled the blanket off her body and threw it unceremoniously on the floor. Without breaking the contact between their lips, Sy climbed on the bed over Liv, capturing her between his limbs.

When they broke away to take a breath, Liv placed her hands on his chest. “What was that?”

“I’m thankin’ ya.” His accent came out prominent and his voice grew huskier. Liv noted how far his pupils were blown as lust overtook his darkening orbs. Running his tongue over his lower lip, Sy leaned down again to kiss her while pulling at her t-shirt tucked in her pants.

Liv’s heart skipped a beat when Sy’s warm calloused hand touched her bare stomach. She arched her back to let Sy pull the t-shirt off her head. She moaned as Sy let his lips travel down the side of her neck, pausing to suck at an erogenous zone which made her toes curl. She grabbed at his t-shirt, tugged at it and helped Sy discard it, adding to the pile of clothes on the floor. She took a moment to marvel at his furry chest, raking her nails over his torso and down to his belly. Her core quivered as she eyed the hairy line that travelled down the middle of his stomach, disappearing beneath his belt.

“I want you so badly right now.” Sy breathed, resuming his work on Liv’s neck, his beard leaving a tingling sensation as it grazed her skin. She reached between their bodies and worked at his belt with an unrestrained urgency. His erection was already beginning to strain against the fabric of his pants, rubbing on her lower abdomen as he moved down to her chest. “I want to fuck you so hard.” He growled against her chest, pulling her bra down to expose her hardened nipples.

Liv gasped as Sy latched onto her nub, sucking at it and grabbing at her other breast. She closed her eyes, drowning herself in pleasure as Sy lavished attention on her tits, sucking and groping each in turn. She palmed Sy through his pants, getting a groan in response that vibrated against her chest. He bucked his hip down, rubbing his crotch against her hand which jostled against her own groin, sending a jolt of excitement throughout her body.

With sweaty hands, she tugged at his pants and pulled them down his hips. Sy shimmed himself out of them and kicked it down to join the discarded clothes. Liv licked her lips, grabbing at Sy’s hardening length which pulled a throaty moan from him. She gulped as she stroked his cock, her fingers unable to fist it entirely in her hand. Sy travelled down her chest leaving kisses along the trail. Her body shivered with what was to come as Sy hurriedly bared her to his gaze.

Lying under Sy’s lascivious stare, Liv’s core throbbed, her stomach fluttered as she felt exposed and vulnerable. She clenched her thighs together as the warmth from her cheeks travelled down to her chest. Sy licked his lips with desire blazing in his eyes. He leaned down again to kiss along her thigh, tickling her with his scruff and nudging her legs apart with his hands. She watched with baited breath, craning her neck to look between her thighs as Sy kissed his path to her mound. Her thighs shuddered as his warm breath washed over her drenched hole. She clutched at the sheets with the anticipation of feeling his mouth on her.

“Get to it already.” Liv pleaded. She could feel Sy smirking against her for which she wanted to just shove his face on her need when suddenly he ran his tongue over her slit. “Fuck.” She rasped as an exquisite pleasure consumed her body. She couldn’t help but moan as Sy pulled her tender folds apart with his fingers, opening her up to him as he lapped at her with voracious hunger.

“You taste delicious, Liv.” He cooed while stopping to pepper kisses on her inner thigh, his finger rimming her clenching pussy. Liv was aware of the many men littered around the compound, some even in the adjacent room. She bit her lip from stopping herself to cry out like a wanton whore as Sy thrusted a thick digit inside her. She grabbed at his shoulder, digging her nails in his skin as he returned to flick his tongue over her clit.

Liv was a squirming mess as Sy worked around her cunt, devouring her with a carnal need and thrusting his finger inside her with fervor. She brought her other hand to her exposed breast, pinching her nipples between her fingers. It wasn’t like Liv was a virgin, but she had to admit she had never felt so overwhelmed by a man eating her out. A strained moan escaped her lips as Sy added another finger and pumped them together, curling them inside her to rub against her swollen bundle of nerves. She could briefly feel his mouth sucking at her sensitive nub, nibbling at it momentarily before licking it.

“Sy.” She groaned. The knot in her belly was tense with her impending orgasm that Sy was trying to draw out from her. She gasped with widened eyes when a third finger entered her tight hole, Sy scissoring them while plunging them in and out of her. It was too much for her to take and with an unrestrained groan she came against his fingers, her body trembling under the intensity of her orgasm.

She laid spent on the bed, sweat covering her skin as ripples of aftershock travelled down her body. Sy licked her clean, placing a gentle kiss on her clit and climbing up to her face. She looked at him with a weak smile, noticing the grin on his lips under his wet whiskers.

“Fuck me, Sy.” She instructed raggedly. Sy leaned down to take her lips in his, her taste lingering on his lips and tongue. She took a shuddering breath as he lined his throbbing cock against her dripping entrance. In one swift move Sy entered her with a grunt, splitting her with his girth and drawing out a sinful moan from the pair. The tip of his cock rubbed against the apex of her womb, teasing it as he moved his hips to pull himself out before plunging inside her again.

“God, you feel so good.” Sy groaned as he began pounding into her with vigor. “I won’t last long.” He warned, laying over her body and bringing his arms underneath her back. He circled her lithe waist with his strong, wide arms as he mercilessly thrusted into her every time reaching up to the hilt, the metal frame of their bed rattling with Sy's thrusts. The sounds outside had faded into nothing, only the wet sound of skin on skin and rhythmic moans reached their ears.

Liv wound her arms around his neck kissing him deeply with a ravenous need to feel every inch of his body. “Cum inside me.” She breathed against his mouth, looking into his eyes with fervent desire. She could feel the unmistakable coiling in her lower belly as Sy’s pelvis ground against her sensitive clit. She knew Sy was close as his thrusts became frantic and his grunts became louder, chasing his release.

Liv dug her face in his neck as another wave of euphoria washed over her making her cry out in ecstasy. Her walls clenched around his pulsating cock and with a guttural, animalistic groan, Sy jerked his hips one last time as he finally reached his release. She felt his release painting her walls, milking him for every drop. The warmth pooling inside her mirroring the warmth pooling in her chest as she regarded Sy above her.

Sy lay over her, careful not to crush Liv with his weight. As he caught his breath, he made to move away but Liv placed her hands on his taut buttocks. halting his movement.

“Stay inside me.” She pleaded with him. Tears pricked at her eyes, her senses overwhelmed with the profound, all consuming passion she had experienced moments ago. Sy looked up at her, his sweat slicked skin sliding against hers. A soft smile lifted the corners of his lips as his eyes focused on hers.

“I’ve never fallen for someone so hard and so fast.”

Liv stared at him, astonished at his words. She blinked, trying to understand if she was hearing him right. She was at a loss of words, confused and consumed with the fluttering in her chest. She could hear the rapid beating of her heart in her ears as the moments ticked by.

Sy reached up to cup her cheek, sympathy shining in his eyes at the overwhelmed woman in front of him. “You don’t have to say it back, but I think I love you.” He grazed his lips gently over hers, the carnal desire from before replaced with delicate emotion. The silent kiss they shared was soft and placid, enveloping Liv in an unknown tranquillity. “And to answer your question from earlier, base is sending more people here.” he added, with a cheeky smile.

***

Liv gazed at Sy while being seated from across him in his office. He was looking over the papers about the new team arriving later in the day. He wasn’t thrilled about accommodating more people, grumbling about how they worked better in a small unit. She bit her lip as the memories of their frenzied lovemaking from only a few hours earlier came to her mind. There was a huge hickey on her chest which tingled with her heating cheeks.

“Stop staring, Liv.” He mumbled, not even glancing up at her and reaching out to his cup of coffee.

“I’m not staring. I’m admiring.” She teased. She stood up, grabbing her gun from his table and slinging the strap over her shoulder. “Stop stressing about the new people.” She walked up to him and placed a kiss on top of his head. “I’m going to head out.”

“Stay safe.” He called out, shuffling the papers around.

“Be nice.” She winked at him when he looked up.

Liv walked out into the compound with a bounce in her step. Ever since Sy had told her he loved her, she felt elated. She knew she felt something for him but was confused if she liked him or was it love. She didn’t want to mislead him with false promises, waiting to make sure what she felt for him was indeed ‘love’. She'd made that mistake before.

Pepps greeted her near their Humvee. She had grown accustomed to the man’s company and respected him for his skills as a soldier and a negotiator. He tipped his cap at her, pulling his gun up from the hood of the vehicle. “It’s going to be a good day.” He commented before rounding out to the other side and getting into the car.

After an entire day of talking to various men and women who supported their help, Liv was content with their progress in increasing local assistance. One lady had offered her home-made lunch which had smelled delicious but owing to protocols, she had to decline. She had been ecstatic with the new information they had gathered from the informant about the militant leader which was apparent by the bouncing of her leg with impatience.

When they arrived at the camp, Liv noticed the new Humvees parked out front with new faces greeting them at the gate.

“Guess they are here.” Pepps announced, driving their car to an empty spot.

Liv noticed Sloan jogging up to her hurriedly. She alighted the car but was quickly held by the shoulders by the blonde. “You are not prepared for this.” She warned, turning her head to look behind her.

“What-?” Liv questioned but was rendered speechless as her eyes followed Sloan’s line of sight.

It was like the air from her lungs had been punched out. She felt her limbs become cold as a bead of chilling sweat dribbled down her forehead. She gulped as with pressed lips she stared at the one person she did not expect to see, not until she was on leave again. It was like god was laughing at her and plotting to twist her life as she watched both Sy and Alex walk towards her.

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Sweater Weather Roster Description:

(So I probably definitely forgot some things. There’s a lot of complicated matching up that went into this. But, regardless, I wanted to post it, so we’ll fix and add as we go! <3)

James Potter: (Pots, Pothead, Potty)

Position: Left Wing, First Line

Number: 7

Years In The League: 7—drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 25. 6’1”. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, white. Can usually be seen wearing whatever Lily buys him. Known on the team for being a joker, but also someone you can go to for any reason. Hyper.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: Girlfriend, Lily Evans.

Closest to on the team: Sirius Black and Sergei Ivanov, but basically everyone.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sirius Black

Lives With: Girlfriend Lily Evans

Injury: Multiple concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Putting his contacts in, because he usually wears glasses, gets him really into the game mode. His favorite food is treacle tart, which he had when he took his girlfriend Lily to England—now she makes it for him on his birthday.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he told them that he and Lily were pregnant and they all celebrated.

Superstition: He has to call his girlfriend, Lily, before every game.

Warm Up Song: Eye of the Tiger

What the announcers say when he scores: “Aaaaannndd Potter is wheeling tonight!!”

Sirius Black: (Padfoot, Cap, Captain)

Position: Center, First Line

Number: 12

Years In The League: 6—First pick overall, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 24. 6’3”. Black hair, gray eyes, white. Hair gets really fluffy in humidity and it drives him insane. Short hair, curls above his ears. Loves a good backwards hat. One of the strongest on the team.

Nationality: French-Canadian. Hometown: Montreal, Canada.

S/O: Remus Lupin—secret.

Closest to on the team: James Potter and Adam Fox and William LeBlanc

Rooms With: No One

Sits with on the bus/plane: James Potter

Lives With: No one

Injury: Badly broken ankle, one mild concussion

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He had a very hard time coming up with one, so James chose one for him. He pretends to hate the rookies, but will drop literally everything for anything they need. He’s also really bad at taking his pre-game nap.

(Pascal Dumais from the background: “He does not understand household chores!” “Shut up, Dumo!”)

Favorite Moment On Team: His first game after deciding to stand up to his mother about getting a trade. He could finally relax, and enjoy himself. When he scored the first goal, he let his teammates celebrate with him.

Superstition: There are so many. There are too many. Has to go out onto the ice last, has to have a butter and honey toasted sandwich before the game at 5:00 pm, has to do his stretches in a certain order, has to put on and sharpen his left skate first. Cannot even talk about the Cup without freaking out. Will wear the same gross hat until it literally reeks if they’re on a hot streak.

Warm Up Song: Doesn’t really have one.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Seriously!!! That is one serious goal!!” “That Black back-hander will kill a fella!”

Finn O’Hara: (Harzy, Fish)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 17

Years In The League: 3. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 23. 6’0’’. Dark red hair, luscious and fluffy. White. Wavy. Light freckles. Brown eyes. Is a single eyebrow raiser. Habit of saluting. More on the slender side of muscle. Is a bit of a worry-wart. Super sarcastic.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New York, New York.

S/O: June Calder—sort of.

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Leo Knut and Olli Halla

Rooms With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Leo Knut

Injury: Two bad concussions in college.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He wanted it to be that he’s real fucking good in bed, but it’s that he likes eating grilled cheese with strawberry jam because his older brother, Alexander, used to make it for him all the time when they were kids.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably that one team dinner where Blizzard got drunk and tried to swim in a fountain. Or when he found out that Logan also got drafted to the Lions the year after him.

Superstition: Has to have a grilled cheese and strawberry jam before every game. Has to tape his own sticks on the bench. Has a handshake with Logan they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Hollaback Girl, Gwen Stefani

What the announcers say when he scores: “OOOOOOOO’HARA HOW DARA!! WHAT A GOAL!”

Timmy Jones: (Timmers)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 62

Years In The League: 10. Went to Boston University

Previous Teams: New York Islanders

Description: 31. 6’1”. Black hair, braided, reaches his shoulders and he likes to tie it up sometimes, hazel eyes. Black. One of the most popular jerseys because he’s such a crowd pleaser always riling them up and talking to fans through the glass. He’s also one of the biggest Instagram users and is always posting really funny locker room videos.

Nationality: Canadian. Vancouver, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Olli Halla and William LeBlanc and Thomas Walker

Rooms With: Finn O’Hara

Lives With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Olli Halla

Injury: Fractured foot a few years ago.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kasey’s rival for best hair in the league. Famous for his crazy cellys

Favorite Moment On Team: Conference Finals! And when all the boys touch Moody’s leg for good luck.

Superstition: Has a lucky towel that no one is allowed to wash.

Warm Up Song: Where are Ü Now, Jack Ü, Skrillex, Justin Bieber

What the announcers say when he scores: Timmers strikes again!!

Olli Halla: (Olli)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 5

Years In The League: 10, Undrafted.

Previous Teams: Winnipeg Jets.

Description: 6’2”. 32. Very, very blonde hair, nearly white. Pale blue eyes. Cute little nose. Cannot grow a beard to save his life. Total baby-face. Is sort of shy and awkward. What a sweetheart.

Nationality: Finish. Hometown: Helsinki, Finland.

S/O: Single.

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Elias Cook

Lives With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Timmy Jones

Injury: Concussion, twice. A few bruised ribs.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wins the pre-game team kick-around almost every time. Brings awareness to charities that contribute to doing research on the brain and brain injuries.

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team welcomed him back from his pretty serious concussion (he missed nearly a year) by all wearing the number 5 out on the ice during warm ups.

Superstition: Wears his cross and says a small prayer after the national anthem. Also has to play in the kick-around.

Warm Up Song: Replay, Iyaz

What the announcers say when he scores: (G)oooooolllliiiii!

Brady Smith: (Smitty)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 92

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Washington Capitals

Description: 28, 6’3”. Black hair, blue eyes. Black. The sweetest person you will ever meet in your life. Is adored by all of the hockey wives and girlfriends. Can speak Spanish and (ofc) German. Has a tattoo he has on his back shoulder blade of the Stanley Cup which he won with the Washington Capitals. The cup says his wife and two kid’s names on it with room for more—this man loves his babies.

Nationality: German. Hometown: Berlin, Germany, where his mother is from, but moved to the Boston, MA when he was 15 years old—where his father is from.

S/O: Married to his wife Allison, and they’re expecting their third child. Their first is a boy named Max, their second a boy named Noah.

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Jackson Nadeau.

Lives With: His family

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evan Kane

Rooms With: Evan Kane

Injury: Frequently separates his shoulder :(

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He’s part of the Lions’ power play. Is actually a really good tattoo artist and has inked Kris Lavolie and Evgeni Kuznetsov. He gave Kris the date of his daughter’s birth, and he gave Evgeni a tiger on his left bicep.

Favorite Moment On Team: He really loved when Sirius became Captain. He felt a shift in their team’s drive.

Superstition: Has to read the note his son wrote him a few years ago.

Warm Up Song: Anything Drake

What the announcers say when he scores: Braaaddyyy Smith! What a goal!

Pascal Dumais: (Dumo)

Position: Center

Number: 9

Years In The League: 24, drafted first overall.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers, Colorado Avalanche.

Description: 41. 6’1’’. Brown hair, cut pretty short but brushes up at the front or superman curl. White. Hazel/green eyes, dark eyelashes and brows. Scruffy beard always. Is the dad of the team. Well tell anyone who asks the hilarious stories of when Sirius lived with him.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Montreal.

S/O: Celeste Dumais, wife. And four children. Adele (13), Louis (10), Marc (9), and Katie (7).

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Sergei Ivanov.

Lives With: His wife and four kids—and Logan of course.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: No one, he enjoys the peace and quiet (not that anyone gives him any)

Injury: Broken wrist. Bruised ribs. Mild concussion. Lost too many teeth to count.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: The BIGGEST prankster on the team. Loves fine wine.

Favorite Moment On Team: Whenever the crowd chants “Duuummmooooo,” or the first time Sirius smiled.

Superstition: Slaps Sergei’s ass before they walk down the tunnel. No one knows why.

Warm Up Song: Eight Days A Week by The Beatles

What the announcers say when he scores: "Pascal Dumais everybody! One of the oldest in the league—he’s still got it!”

Logan Tremblay: (Tremzy, [Finn: Lo])

Position: Right Wing

Number: 10

Years In The League: 2. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 22. 5’9’’. Dark brown hair, long enough to be wavy and always wearing a snapback. Green eyes. Light freckles. White. Always sinfully tan. Really broad and strong. Those arms and chest muscles damn. Really dark, long eyelashes. Clean shaven. Really loud, always mildly grumpy. Flirts with EVERYTHING.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Rimouski, Quebec, Canada.

S/O: Single…..

Closest to on the team: Leo Knut, Finn O’Hara, and Pascal Dumais, Thomas Walker.

Lives With: Pascal Dumais

Rooms With: Leo Knut

Sits with on the bus/plane: Leo Knut

Injury: He broke a finger and a foot and frequently has black eyes from fights.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a fleur-de-lis necklace that he never takes off. Spends his summers in Nice, France where his mother is from. Bites his nails.

Favorite Moment On Team: Playing with Finn again.

Superstition: Says he isn’t superstitious but he is. Won’t touch the kick-around soccer ball before he decides to play. Has a handshake with Finn they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Whatever It Takes, Imagine Dragons.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Scooorree!!! Oh, the tremble before Tremblay!”

Thomas Walker: (Talker, Walkie-Talkie)

Position: Defenseman —also an enforcer.

Number: 43

Years In The League: 8. University of Wisconsin.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 30, 6’2”. Short hair, brown eyes, one of the most ripped guys on the team. Black. Pierced ears, usually small gold hoops. Takes them out for play. The Lions organization does a segment with him called Walkie-Talkie where he goes around the locker room and interviews his team mates with funny questions.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Chicago, IL.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Adam Fox and Logan Tremblay.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Adam Fox.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Anyone who wants to CHAT.

Injury: Broken foot, some broken fingers.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He got his nickname Talker because he never shuts up on the ice. Starts a lot of fights.

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Needs to take a three minute nap between periods. He puts a towel over his head right in his stall and literally falls asleep for three minutes. (James: it’s fucking weird”)

Warm Up Song: Top hits, just needs the background noise.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Goal!!! He just walks right up there, don’t he?”

Sergei Ivanov: (Vans)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 55

Years In The League: 23, Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: Pittsburgh Penguins, Colorado Avalanche, Vegas Golden Knights.

Description: 40. 5’11”. Light brown-gray hair—was blonde, losing it at the front a little. White. Really stern blue eyes that transform and crinkle when he smiles (but it’s hard to get a real smile out of him, and the boys feel really accomplished when they do).

Nationality: Russian. Hometown: Omsk.

S/O: Anya. They have three daughters: Aleandra (10), Evenlina (8), and Katya (7).

Closest to on the team: Kris Lavolie and Pascal Dumais and James Potter

Lives With: His wife and children.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kris Lavolie.

Injury: Shoulder injury

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves classical music

Favorite Moment On Team: One of his daughters was born the same night he got his first hat-trick. Some of the team came to the hospital with him.

Superstition: Stops at a Church on his way to the rink everyday for a few quiet moments.

Warm Up Song: He doesn’t have one, he prefers to talk to everyone instead.

What the announcers say when he scores: SERGEI SCORES!

Jackson Nadeau: (Nado)

Position: Left Wing

Number: 58

Years In The League: 8. Went to College but didn’t finish.

Previous Teams: Chicago Blackhawks

Description: 26, 6’0”. Dark brown hair, chin length and straight, blue eyes. White. Is very laid back and a big flirt. Has cheek bones that could kill and a very stark scar running down one of them from a skate in the face.

Nationality: French Canadian. Victoria, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Brady Smith

Lives With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Rooms With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Injury: Skate to the face, other minor things.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Rival with Evgeni for most pick ups on the team. Has many tattoos—one full sleeve, working on the other.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably when Evgeni got traded, he found his best friend.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Evgeni.

Warm Up Song: He won’t tell you up front but Hamilton.

What the announcers say when he scores: Rapidly repeating “Nadeau, Nadeau, Nadeau!!!”

Evgeni Kuznetsov: (Kuny)

Position: Center. Enforcer.

Number: 86

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Anaheim Ducks, Calgary Flames, Buffalo Sabres.

Description: 27. 6’4”. Short cropped light brown hair and puppy-dog brown eyes. Has a slightly chipped front left tooth. White. Very heavy Russian accent, doesn’t speak perfect English and uses this fact to get out of interviews. Is very charming. Literally a giant.

Nationality: Russian. Magnitogorsk, Russia.

S/O: Single and ready to mingle—or already does mingle. Excessively.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Jackson Nadeau

Lives With: Jackson Nadeau

Rooms With: Jackson Nadeau

Sits with on the bus/plane: Jackson Nadeau

Injury: Had to have knee surgery.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will tell you he has the most pick-ups on the team, but it might be Nado. He’s always making jokes in Russian that basically only Sergei and Henrik can understand and Sergei just rolls his eyes while Henrik laughs.

Favorite Moment On Team: He loves team dinners, just hanging out with the guys.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Jackson.

Warm Up Song: BLASTS Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: THE RUSSIAN BEAR STRIKES AGAIN!

Evan Kane: (Kaner)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 51

Years In The League: Two. Went to College at Boston University.

Previous Teams: Calgary Flames.

Description: 23. 5’11”. Tan skin with freckles and brown eyes, black, short hair. Hispanic. Super strong and holds lots of team workout records. The brightest smile. Eyebrows on point. Loves to read, was an English major at school.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: His girlfriend, Caroline Hall.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Elias Cook, and Leo Knut

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Brady Smith

Sits with on the bus/plane: Brady Smith

Injury: Nothing major up to date.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wicked fast. One of the fastest in the League.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably meeting Pascal Dumais. He’s looked up to his playing style for a long time.

Superstition: Tapes his own sticks, sharpens his own skates.

Warm Up Song: Eminem

What the announcers say when he scores: “Yes he Kane!!!”

Adam Fox: (Foxy, Sexy)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 32.

Years In The League: 19. Drafted.

Previous Teams: New York Islanders.

Description: 36. 6’2”. White. Light brown hair that pushes up at the front and is shaved close at the sides. Blue eyes that will kill you.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: Girlfriend, Lucìa Perez.

Closest to on the team: Thomas Walker and Sirius Black

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Thomas Walker

Sits with on the bus/plane: Elias Cook

Injury: Nothing too serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Is constantly made fun of for being the prettiest. Ever.

Favorite Moment On Team: Bringing his girlfriend to her first game.

Superstition: Stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: They boys will tell you it’s SexyBack but it’s actually just heavy metal.

What the announcers say when he scores: “A foxy goal!!”

Henrik Sunqvist: (Sunny, Sunshine)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 33

Years In The League: 10. Played in the Swedish league for a while.

Previous Teams: None in the NHL.

Description: 39. 5’11”. Blond hair, cut short, pale blue eyes, white. Warmest smile you’ve ever seen.

Nationality: Swedish. Hometown: Uppsala.

S/O: Linnea Sunqvist, his wife and their daughter and son, Maja (10) and Hugo (11).

Closest to on the team: Evander Bell

Lives With: His wife and family.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone with a nice audiobook sometimes.

Injury: Nothing major, a few minor concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Almost never fights, but when he does…ouch. Can speak French and Russian.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he gets to morning practice and has coffee with the boys.

Superstition: Has to do a few somersaults in the locker room—we don’t know why.

Warm Up Song: Russian rap—no one knows why/how he knows Russian so well.

What the announcers say when he scores: “The sun is shining on Sunqvist!"

Elias Cook: (Cookie, Crock-pot)

Position: Left Wing

Number: 29

Years In The League: 7. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Toronto Maple Leafs

Description: 25. 5’11”. Hazel eyes, Black hair, baby curls so cute we love the curls.

Nationality: Canadian. Toronto.

S/O: Fiancee, Jamie Barrow.

Closest to on the team: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Jamie.

Rooms With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Adam Fox

Injury:

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves spicy food. Once made Sirius cry by daring him to eat some really spicy dish.

Favorite Moment On Team: Listening to ABBA in the locker room.

Superstition: Does a few laps around the hallways. The press love to try to catch him for interviews while he’s doing this.

Warm Up Song: iSpy, KYLE and Lil Yachty

What the announcers say when he scores: “The stove is HOT for Cook tonight!”

William LeBlanc: (Bluey)

Position: Center

Number: 44

Years In The League: 3. Drafted.

Previous Teams: SKA Saint Petersburg.

Description: 24 6′1″. Brown hair, wavy, green eyes. White. Goes to Russia during his summers.

Nationality: French Canadian. Sherbrooke.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Tyler Wright, Sirius Black.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Kris Lavolie

Sits with on the bus/plane: Tyler Wright

Injury: Concussion.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Never learned Russian well, despite playing in the KHL.

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Has to touch all the boys’ names above their stalls

Warm Up Song: Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: LeGOALLLLL

Evander Bell: (Ringer)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 21

Years In The League: 15. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Bruins, Red Wings.

Description: 33. 6’3”. Sandy blond hair and brown eyes. White. Pretty shy, but really kind. Laughs really loudly which then makes himself blush.

Nationality: American. Hometown: L.A.

S/O: His fiancee, Emily.

Closest to on the team: Henrik Sunqvist

Lives With: Emily and his son, Xavier.

Rooms With: None

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone, besides joining the card game.

Injury: Broken wrist.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Can play the guitar and the piano. Is one of the team’s biggest You Can Play ambassadors (Pascal and Sergei are the other two most active). Always goes to the Gryffindor pride parade.

Favorite Moment On Team: The entire locker room singing We Are Never Getting Back Together. Beginning to see hearts on the glass at the team’s You Can Play Night.

Superstition: Wears the same hat and socks.

Warm Up Song: Taylor Swift.

What the announcers say when he scores: “A dead Ringer from Evander Bell!”

Kris Lavolie: (Volley)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 11

Years In The League: 3. Went to University of Michigan.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 24, 6’1”. Dark hair that’s straight and falls to about his chin, brown eyes. White. Broadly built. Kind and a really good listener.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Quebec City.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Sergei Ivanov

Lives With: His daughter, Aveline.

Rooms With: William LeBlanc

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sergei Ivanov

Injury: Broken rib.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kris is a single dad. One of his best friends, Lee, she takes care of his baby girl who is four now while he’s on the road. Sometimes she gets to go stay with Sergei’s family, too. Sergei helps him so much, and he’s thankful for him <3. His daughter’s name is Aveline and he will do ANYTHING for her.

Favorite Moment On Team: Taking his daughter to the Lions’ family skate for the first time.

Superstition: Talk to/call his daughter before every game.

Warm Up Song: XO, Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he scores: “La gooaaaaallll by Lavolie!!”

Tyler Wright: (Wrangler)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 8

Years In The League:

Previous Teams:

Description: 27. 6’2”. Hair that is shoulder length, really dark brown. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Has a bit of a temper on the ice, but is a sweetheart otherwise. Ironically doesn’t like fighting.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Minnesota, Minneapolis.

S/O: His girlfriend, Elsa, who lives in Sweden and is a professional football/soccer player.

Closest to on the team: William LeBlanc

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: William LeBlanc

Injury: Nothing serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has four dachshunds named Puck, Deke, Gordie, and Stanley.

Favorite Moment On Team: Like many, when Kasey jumped into that fountain. “It was just so fuckin’ out of character, you know?”

Superstition: Has to participate in the kick around, and has to kick the ball last with his right foot.

Warm Up Song: Royals, Lorde.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Wright in the net!”

Kasey Winter: (Kase, Blizzard)

Position: Goalie

Number: 30

Years In The League: 8 years. Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers.

Description: 26. 6’2’’. Light brown hair down to his shoulders. Known for being the most beautiful hair in the league. Softest brown eyes that psych shooters out. Grows a really gorgeous beard whenever the fuck he wants.

Nationality: Canadian. Home town: Ontario, Canada.

S/O: Girlfriend, Natalie Darcy

Closest to on the team: Elias Cook and Kris Lavolie

Lives With: His girlfriend, Natalie.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Finn O’Hara

Injury: Torn hamstring.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will have his girlfriend braid his hair for practice sometimes. (“You can say what you want, but keeps it out of my face. Good old boxer braids. It’s where it’s at.”)

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team got to the Conference Finals seven years ago.

Superstition: Has to do stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: Wasabi by Little Mix (Thanks, Natalie)

What the announcers say when he makes a safe: “The Blizzard is blinding!” “It’s a squall!”

Leo Knut: (Nut, Knutty, Peanut, Peanut-butter)

Position: Goalie

Number: 1

Years In The League: His rookie season, so almost one. No college.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 18. 6’3’’. Dark blond Hair, pretty wavy and falls over his forehead. Blue eyes. Button nose. Blond eyelashes. Cannot grow a beard to save his life.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana.

S/O: None….;)

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Finn O’Hara and Evan Kane

Lives With: Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Logan Tremblay

Sits with on the bus/plane: Logan Tremblay

Injury: Nothing major.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a small gray-streaked patch of hair by the front of his head from hitting his head really hard when he was little.

Favorite Moment On Team: Well, the first moment he felt most at home was when the rest of the boys started imitating his accent. Logan is the worst at it, but he does it the most.

Superstition: Not very superstitious…yet.

Warm Up Song: Violet, Bad Suns and Love On Top by Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he saves a puck: “Another nuts save for Knut!” “We’re nuts about Knut!” “Right in the nuts!”

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The Guardian of Trollhunters Episode 3: Part 3 - Training the Trollhunter

Pairing: Jim Lake Jr. x Liz Walker (OFC)

Episode Summary: As Guardian, Liz has more work cut out for her than she expected, as she struggles to keep the peace between trolls and their new Trollhunter while training Jim to be their protector.

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Warning: violence (if I miss any warnings please lmk)

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Honoring her word, Liz returns back to Trollmarket to speak with Draal that same night. Knowing him so well, she knew he would be training in the Hero's Forge, releasing his pent-up anger and frustration over recent news. Should have expected that it would come to this.

Ignoring the whispers and glances of trolls around her, Liz swiftly teleports herself until she materializes at the Hero's Forge. She hears growls and shouts of anger echoing throughout the underground arena. As expected, Draal was training alone, fiercely swinging an ax and releasing it onto a makeshift target that looked like it was about to collapse at any moment with the weight of multiple weapons sticking out of it.

With his spiky back facing towards Liz, Draal doesn't notice her presence. He walks over to the laying pile of weapons, grabbing a sword this time. Gazing at the blade, he growls over the thought of a fleshbag being the Trollhunter. Then the thought of Liz defending this fleshbag made him snap, swinging his sword until suddenly it crashed with another blade. To his shock, standing before him was Liz.

"Mind if I cut in?" Liz asks with a smirk on her face. Draal's eyes narrowed, pulling back his sword and turning his back on her. "Go away. I don't fight with little girls."

He proceeds to walk away but then senses an oncoming blade from above him. He blocks it before it could slice through his horns atop his head, his narrowed red-eyes meeting twinkling turquoise ones. "Has anyone ever told you not to turn your back on your opponent? I thought you of all trolls knows that."

Growling, Draal shoves his blade forward, pushing Liz back, who backflips in the air and lands a few meters in front of him. Not wasting a second, she charges at him, sparks flying as their blades meet once more. "Enough of this childish play. As I said again, I don't fight with little girls."

"Well, that's where you're wrong, Draal." Liz countered, dodging and parrying every swing of Draal's blade with precise ease. "You're not fighting a little girl."

Using Draal strength as an advantage, Liz blocks off a downward cut and twists her blade, guiding the opposing blade to the side of her until it pierces into the ground, making it stuck. With that, Liz lifts up her sword and swings an uppercut until she pauses, hovering her blade against Draal's neck.

They stood in that position for a moment, catching their breaths a little before Liz withdrew her blade, stepping back. She glances at the grounded sword, wrapping her hand around the handle and swiftly pulling it out, then holding the pommel out towards Draal. "You're fighting an equal."

"...I suppose I am," Draal says, taking back his sword. Gazing down on it for a few seconds, he confronts Liz. "The last time you came to see me, you already knew the Amulet chose a human."

"Yes," Liz admits, waving her sword away and explaining. "But it wasn't the right time to share the news with you. If I did, you would have gone after him and risk exposing yourself...or worse. I couldn't let that happen. Not after losing Kanji."

Draal sighs. "I understand. But this flesh--"

Liz narrowed her eyes at him, making Draal correct himself. "Human won't survive. Fighting with Bular would be his death sentence."

"Jim was able to manage a bit on his own with Bular before we arrived at Trollmarket. I believe with proper training, he just might have a chance." Liz says with hands on her hips, confident in her charge.

"Training? With who? Blinky?" Draal scoffs. "From what I could tell, he is weak. Training him would be pointless and would lead him towards the same fate as Unkar."

Liz crosses her arms over her chest. "Only fools think that a weak person can't get stronger. And Blinky won't be training him alone. I'll be training him as well."

Draal's eyes widened. "You can't be serious."

Sighing, Liz explains. "Blinky believes that Jim will be more receptive to training if I were to train him myself. With his help, of course."

Draal brow furrowed, shaking his head and thrusting his sword into the ground beside him. "No, I won't allow it. What would happen if he is not competent enough? The human will not only put himself in danger but you as well!"

"Whether you disagree with this or not, I will train the Jim. If me risking my life gives him a greater chance of survival, then so be it. As Guardian, it's my responsibility to defend the Trollhunter, whether the champion may be a troll or human." Moving her eyes away from Draal, Liz glances up at Kanjigar's empty pedestal. "I failed the last Trollhunter, and I sure as hell won't be making the same mistake twice."

Liz looks back at Draal, his eyes gazing downward as a conflicted expression crosses over his face. Frowning at this, Liz steps forward, laying her hand on his arm, prompting him to look at her. "I know you're worried for me, Draal. But, I have to do this. Not just for Jim but for Kanji as well. You understand more than anyone that Kanji would want this."

Draal clenches his jaw, turning his gaze away from Liz, and sighs. He looks up at Kanjigar's vacant pedestal, reflecting the times when his father put his duty before his son. Now, it is happening again. This time with the one he considered closest to him.

Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and exhales, pushing back his anger, his frustration and his worries. For Liz.

Calmingly, Draal opens his eyes to see turquoise eyes gazing up at him, waiting for his response. Lifting up his large hand, he carefully places it atop Liz's head, patting it softly. Her eyes widened at the gesture, not used to Draal ever being affectionate. In the past, when she was still living in Trollmarket, she remembers Draal either playfully shoving her or rubbing her head, just to mess up her hair and annoy her. He rarely shows tender affection, the closest act being hugs, which happens only when she initiates them. She wonders what changed.

Liz's thoughts were interrupted when Draal finally spoke. "I won't hold you back. If this is what you decide to do, I will support it. But that does not mean I have to like it. I still don't think that puny human is capable of wielding the amulet, trained or not."

She sighs, dropping down her hand from Draal's arm. "I had a feeling you were going to say that, but thank you for understanding, nonetheless. I'm sure Jim can be capable. If I can become the Guardian, then I'm positively sure that Jim can become the Trollhunter."

Draal scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "For a moment, perhaps."

Liz shakes her head, lightly punching Draal's arm. "Geez, Draal. Why do you have to be so mean? Can't you be nice for once?"

"Now, where's the fun in that?"

***

The next evening at the Hero's Forge, Liz awaits with Blinky to discuss Jim's training. Their conversation is interrupted as Toby's voice calls out from the narrow pathway behind them. "Whoo! Let's get this training started!"

Turning around, Liz and Blinky await as AAARRRGGHH, Toby, and Jim approach them.

"So, what are we going to do first? Some sword fighting techniques?" Jim asks, seemingly excited to learn how to fight.

Liz and Blinky glanced at each other before Liz spoke up. "You're going to have to learn the basics before any of that."

A moment later, Jim stood in the center of the arena with his armor donned, holding out his sword as AAARRRGGHH and Toby sat on the sidelines while Blinky stood close by. Walking around the human Trollhunter, Liz corrects Jim as he follows her list of instructions.

"Wider stance. Keep your frame."

"Raise your sword a little higher, Jim."

"Head up, chin out, stomach in."

Satisfied with Jim's fighting stance, Liz continues. "The Trollhunter lives and dies by three rules."

Stopping before Jim, she points out the first rule. "Rule number one: always be afraid."

Jim's eyes widened. "Afraid?"

"Be afraid," AAARRRGGHH repeated, turning Jim's attention toward him.

"Yeah, I don't think that'll be a problem." As Jim was saying, Liz nods her head to Blinky, who took the cue. Bringing his hands forward, each carries rock, and he swiftly throws one at Jim, who ducks his head in time. "Whoa!"

Jim looks back at Blinky in shock, then at Liz, who speaks again. "See? Fear is good. Keeps us alert. Keeps us on guard. Makes us vigilant. Again, Blink."

Blinky proceeds to throw more rocks at Jim as the Trollhunter dodges them, while Liz continues walking around Jim. "A hero is not he who is fearless, but he who is not stopped by it."

"Got it." Jim grins. Liz reveals the second rule. Her least favorite rule by true definition. "Two: always finish the fight. An opponent must be given no mercy. Once more, Blink."

Again, rocks were thrown at Jim, who dodges then uses his sword to block them.

"Okay, enough with the rocks, already," Jim complained, breathing heavily. "Always finish the fight?"

Suddenly, Jim was hit by a rock from the back, thrown by AAARRRGGHH. "Kill!"

Liz struggles to speak the words aloud. Noticing this, Blinky says for her. "Indeed. The Trollhunter must always vanquish his opponent through death."

"Dude, that's harsh." Toby comments.

"Ours is an unforgiving world, Toby D," Blinky states, peering at Liz, who continues on with the last rule. This time, her favorite rule. "Hence, the third rule: when in doubt, always kick them in the gronk-nuks."

"Gronk-nuks?" Jim asks, confused. With a mischievous grin, Liz stomps her right foot on the ground, triggering a mechanism that releases an enormous blade from beside her towards Jim, who screams and steps backward, missing the sharp edge by less than a foot away from his, as some would say precious jewels.

"The horror." AAARRRGGHH and Toby cringe in horror at the thought, understanding what she meant. Staring at the blade as it receded back into its slot, Jim clarified. "So, basically, you're saying that one-third of being a Trollhunter is kicking someone in the nards."

Before Liz could say more, a voice speaks out, capturing everyone's attention. "Ah! So, the Trollhunter's training begins."

Draal walks in from the arena's back entrance and approaches them. "I thought the great Trollhunter might accept my services--"

He mocks a bow before Jim before punching his fist into his palm, making Jim flinch beside Liz. "As a sparring partner. Part of your training regiment, isn't it?"

Not liking where he's getting at, Liz places her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed at Draal as she speaks up. "In due time, perhaps."

Just then, another voice speaks out from above them. "Why wait?"

Above them, within the enclosed balcony, Vendel appears, looking down at them. "I am eager to see their charge demonstrate his mettle."

"Actually, the sword's more made of, like, daylight." Jim states in misunderstanding. Hearing this, Liz covers her face with her hand. Blinky corrects Jim on what Vendel meant. "He means your mettle, your ability to cope in the face of adversity."

"Oh. Yeah, I'm still working on the whole "mettle" part. Plus, you know, SAT words." Jim says as Liz peaks out from behind her fingers.

Vendel chuckles, announcing. "Let them spar."

Draal agrees, heading to the opposite side of the arena to take position. "No harm in it."

Suspicious, Liz walks towards Draal, leaving Jim behind, who struggles with what to do. He turns to Blinky while Liz approaches Draal, grabbing his attention. "What are you doing?"

"Sparring. What else?" Draal replies. Liz crosses her arms. "Oh, really? 'Cuz from what I could tell, you're looking for a fight, and Jim's your target."

Draal grins. "You know me well, Liz."

"Maybe a little too well." Liz shakes her head, knowing that Draal will sometimes take things too far. How far, she wasn't sure, but she knows it won't be good.

With a firm voice, she gives Draal a warning. "Look, don't do anything rash. If you harm him in any way, I won't hesitate to fight you. Kill him, and I will have no choice but to condemn you. Clear?"

Draal sighs. "Crystal."

With two fingers, Liz points them to her eyes then towards Draal before walking back. Seeing Jim in his fighting stance, Liz jogs towards him and pats her hand on his armored shoulder, offering a small encouraging grin. "Remember the rules. You got this."

Jim nods, grinning softly before Liz makes her way to the sidelines. With both opponents at the ready, Draal snarls and charges towards Jim, roaring.

Liz watches anxiously as Jim sidesteps away from Draal, who continues to roll upwards against the wall of the arena to the ceiling before dropping down towards Jim. Jim tries to move out of the way but is pushed by the force when Draal makes an impact on the ground, a cloud of dust flying up into their air, blocking the spectators' view of the spar. As the cloud of dust dissipates, Liz notices a flash of blue light, and Jim hits the ground hard. She holds her pendant tightly in worry.

Jim groans, using the sword to help him stand upright. "All right, all right. Now, just give me a second here."

Liz flinches as Draal punches Jim, picking him up and punching him once more. Jim flies and falls to the arena's edge close to the cliffside, his sword landing away from him before vanishing. She watches Draal approach Jim, then, to her fright, pick him up by the collar and hold him over the edge of the cliff.

Jim screams, scrabbling to hold on as he hangs above the bottomless chasm. Restrained by AAARRRGGHH, Toby shouts. "Let him go!"

Responding to Jim's distress, Liz teleports and appears behind Draal, summoning her sword and holding the blade to his neck. "I warned you, Draal. Don't make me do something I might regret."

Everything and everyone was still, the air filled with tension. In the end, Draal broke the silence, glaring at the fleshbag. "I've waited my entire life to inherit the amulet. I can wait until you fall in battle."

Draal squeezes Jim, who screams and groans when dropped safely on the ground. "I suspect I won't have to wait very long. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay down and live, worm."

With Jim no longer in harm's way, Liz takes a step back, waving away her sword. Before walking away, Draal turns to Liz. "Don't waste too much of your time on him. He won't last long."

Her hands clenched into fists as she watched Draal walk away, laughing. To be honest, she cannot understand how she could forget that Draal can be such a jerk at times. Guess she was wrong to think that he had changed.

Turning around, she notices Jim on his hands and knees, trembling and catching his breath. Frowning, she approaches him.

Jim can feel his body trembling after the frightening moment. For some reason, he could not stop himself from shaking. As Jim struggles to calm his nerves, he feels a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to look up at Liz, who bends down to a knee in front of him. He looks away, ashamed of himself to be brought to his knees in front of everyone. Especially Liz.

"Jim, are you okay?" Liz asks him softly. Hesitant at first, Jim turns his blue eyes towards her, meeting her turquoise ones. Somehow, looking into her eyes, Jim starts to feel a little calm, his body growing still. He sighs. "I-I'm okay. Sorry, Liz. I couldn't even hit him once."

"Don't be sorry, Jim. In fact, I should be sorry for letting you in harm's way. Should've known that Draal would take it this far. You only just started training, so don't lose hope just yet." Liz encourages, standing up. Holding out a hand to Jim, who stares up at her and her waiting hand. She smiles. "Come on, don't make it weird."

Groaning in pain, Jim takes her awaiting hand and lifts himself up from the floor as the rest of the crew approaches them. Toby pounces on Jim, hugging him tightly. "I thought I was going to lose my best friend for a second there."

"Not on my watch," Liz commented. In the corner of her eye, she notices Vendel still standing within the enclosed balcony. He waves at her to him, gesturing for her to come up. Nodding, she turns to the others. "I got something to take care of. Will you guys be okay on your way out?"

"We'll be alright, Lady Liza. AAARRRGGHH and I will escort them out safely." Blinky responds assuringly. Nodding, she turns to Jim and Toby. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school."

Waving goodbye, Liz jogs to the back entrance of the Hero's Forge and makes her way up to the balcony, where Vendel stood waiting with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing down at the group she just left as they head out of the arena.

"Based on what I have seen so far, it further confirms my doubt that the boy will last as the Trollhunter. Training him will be futile." Vendel stated.

Liz stands beside Vendel, crossing her arms as she leans on the stone banister, overlooking the view of the now vacant arena. "I would have to disagree with that, Ven. He may have lost the fight, but it's only his first day of training. He only just started learning the basic rules of Trollhunting. He needs time."

"Time is not on our side, young one. Not when Bular lingers above us. He will strike us down when we are at our weakest, especially now that our Trollhunter is a human." Vendel said.

Scrunching her brow on his last words, Liz replies. "But I'm human, too. If I'm capable of protecting you all as a human, then Jim is just as capable as I am."

"You're not only just human. You're also a witch. You have magic. He does not, which makes him more vulnerable." Vendel stated the fact.

"As his defender, that is where I step in. To fight alongside him and protect him." Liz said, now leaning against her hands on the banister.

"You cannot always be there to shield him from danger, young one." Sighing disapprovingly, Vendel shakes his head, then looks down on the human he secretly considers a granddaughter. "He will lead you to your end if you were to continue on this path."

Looking up at Vendel with eyes filled with strong determination, Liz responds.

"Then, that's a chance I'm willing to take."

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