#bound to outer space

[hnnny]

Tagged by @kirnet to share some recent WIPs which I have plenty of right now! TBH I have a huge backlog of art, so I’ll have to sit down and put it all together to share at some point. For now, take what I’m currently working on :)

The top 2 are from a series of portraits I want to do for some of my Fable characters, and the other is for an original project I’m working on (which I cant show everything for that, but I have a lot of art dedicated to it so far. I think I finally have a name for it though so I’ll start tagging it as such)

[bookspotlight]

The Odyssey Earth Trilogy (Rec!)

i'mma bigolas dickolas these books because they deserve them so go buy them and support rex like i made this terrible graphic just to make you buy them and you guys know i like something when i make terrible graphics about it so don't let me down here🪐🛰️

[abri-chan]

Look up "science it's a girls thing" video where the EU commissioned 80000 euros to make an aspirational video to get more women and girls into science and the "geniuses" involved came up with half a minute of porno slop.

It feels to me as though Katy Perry saw that video and said: I'll make a music video empowering women too.

Performative feminism is a most annoying aspect of our times.

[luveline]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

[guppybibi]

Simon is a stealthy man, obviously—it's required for his job. Though the fact isn't quite true when it comes to proposals. You could clearly tell what he had in store for you the moment he coincidentally didn't have any work to do when the weather was just right and when he suggested that it was the perfect time of year to propose relax and go on vacation to anywhere you'd like.

Of course, you play along obliviously and decide to go to a tropical place that you've been eyeing for a while now. Simon wasn't complaining about your choice either, a chance to watch the sunset together and see you in a cute swimsuit? Sign him up!

So he books you two a tropical getaway, and insists that you should use his card to go shopping for a nice little dress, yeah? What's your ring size too, love? For future reference..nothing else.

~

The trip so far has been nothing but perfect, the plane surprisingly had enough leg space so Simon was comfortable the whole time. No turbulence either, it was like God was on Simon's side this time.

When you two arrive at your destination, the fresh breeze gladly greets you and the sun's heat is making beads of sweat form on your forehead already. It seemed like the heat had the same effect on Simon as well, although he was sweating more profusely than you for some reason..He'd never tell but he was insanely nervous right now, it felt like his guts were being turned inside out over and over again.

Everything does go smoothly, you two arrive at the hotel he reserved, quickly changing into your swimsuits since you couldn't wait to go out there and take a stroll around the beach. Maybe collect some seashells as a souvenir, build sandcastles or get a tan, do whatever you want, princess. Simon's going to be right beside you the whole time, glaring sharp daggers at anyone who even dares to look at you in the wrong way. Was it too much and completely unnecessary? Maybe, but you could never be too safe in these times. Creeps were always everywhere, casually walking around in broad daylight, hidden in plain sight.

Every single thing you wanted to do or get, was done and bought. You had to say, you were pretty surprised when Simon wasn't making any sarcastic comments about how he wasn't a money dispenser. Not even batting an eye when you got something from a clear tourist scam, weird. But hey, you're really in no place to complain here. Plus, money comes back, but the memories you and Simon will make here won't.

~

Hand in hand, step by step, you and Simon walk by the shore, your eyes full of adoration as you tried tracing the glow of the sun's light on Simon's face. You couldn't tell what was more breathtaking, the landscape or the man in front of you? The sun was bound to set soon, though it never really rests, you couldn't even imagine being the sun, working nonstop with no breaks is a big no no.

Quite ironic since in Simon's eyes, you were technically his sun. You were the center of his world, everything was peaceful when he was around you. Unlike when he's in the military, it always feels like he's out of orbit.

He has to do it, his heart can't contain it anymore. He has to propose, he's going to propose. Right here, right now. It was the perfect moment, the sunset peering, maybe a few folks watching but Simon couldn't give a damn about them. This was about you.

"Love," he calls out, stuffing his hand into his pocket to get the ring box. You snap back to reality, tilting your head in acknowledgement. You were taken aback by the sight of him kneeling on one knee, holding out a box with a shiny ring inside that you were barely able to hear the words, "Will you marry me?".

Without hesitation, you scream out "Yes!" at the top of your lungs, leaving Simon chuckling, still not getting up. "Wait up, luv. I prepared a message for you, mind if I tell you it first?" You were still jumping around the place, looking like you were about to bounce off to outer space. Once you manage to collect your excitement, you nodded, preparing yourself to hear Simon's message to you.

It was all about how you were the light of his life, all of that. It was short and sweet, not unnecessarily long but truly from the heart.

It's safe to say that the both of you went home from that trip with a big grin on your faces.

[onmyyan]

(ive been spottily active lately and missed soooo much amazing stuff I'm trying to catch up still but the one thing someone mentioned to you is now running circles like an energetic puppy in my brain) yandere batfam angst with (yandere?) superfam fluff. The savior complex. The rivalry. I love your writing so much. I love how so many cool people message you and share ideas. You're awesome.

A/N: First of all you're so sweet ❣️ thank you!! I so appreciate this request and how it made my brain turn!!

In this situation let's say you've already done the whole 'neglected so you leave and trigger their yandere instincts' thing, so you've been kidnapped, bound to the manor for months at this point, but Bruce decides you've been behaving well enough to deserve a treat. He knows how cooped up you feel, he's not as delusional as the rest of his family who believe you love it there, so he takes you with him to the hall of justice, he isn't worried about you escaping after all the hall of justice is in outer space, and you're surrounded by experienced heros, you're not going anywhere.

That's his first mistake.

Clark takes to you immediately. You've got the Wayne charm but so clearly your own person, you stand away from Bruce, asking Clark earnest questions, listening oh so intently, he knows you're an adult, but your so much smaller than him, (the man is 6'3 he's bigger than most people.) he noticed the way your heart rate picked up when Bruce so much as touched you, you were scared of him, he could tell, and this is what ignites that dangerous flame inside him.

He starts by inviting the whole Wayne family over for dinner, can't draw suspicion by inviting only you, (despite that being exactly what he wanted to do) Lois makes a feast, that night you meet Clark's entire family, his son's Conner and Jon, Kara his cousin, and of course Lois his wife, they all focus on you despite trying to play it cool, Kara's around your age and asks if you'd like to go shopping with her in metropolis some day, you smile starting to nod before Bruce answers for you, "Her studies are taking up most of her time nowadays, some other time." He grins taking a bite of his steak.

Clark sets his silverware down, grinning that friendly smile of his, "Well surely she can take a little break, one day away from her studies won't kill her, besides she'll be safe as can be with Kara by her side." Bruce glares at him, he can't outright deny the claims because his own possessive need to have you by his side at all times, and because they're true, so he relents, and that's how you find yourself spending time with her, and in turn the superfam.

It doesn't take long for them to fall in love with the idea of you being there, with them, at their dinner table.

The second they're all in agreement,(about a week after getting to know you) they quickly decide you're better off with them, and when Superman breaks into the Manor one day and sweeps you off your feet, the batfamily can't do anything but watch in horror.

[insidekatmind]

INTERVIEW-JONATHAN DAVISS

The interview was scheduled for 4:00 PM, and you had arrived half an hour early. You hated being late, and your team knew it. As soon as you stepped into the studio, brightly lit and adorned with the vibrant colors of the Outer Banks logo, you immediately noticed Jonathan Daviss sitting on one of the stools. He was waiting for you.

With his charming smile and relaxed energy, he greeted you with a wave.

"I thought I was the early bird in the group, but you beat me to it," he said, his contagious laughter filling the space.

You walked closer, feeling a slight warmth creep up your cheeks. Jonathan had this way of making you feel at ease while also leaving you slightly flustered.

"I don’t want to give the press a reason to write about me being the last one to show up," you replied playfully, taking a seat next to him.

Jonathan shot you a knowing look, and in that moment, you sensed something subtle in the air—something that everyone watching the interview was bound to notice.

When the microphones were set up and the host kicked things off, the questions started flowing. They covered the new season of Outer Banks, the bond between the characters, and the challenges of filming. But every time Jonathan answered, his eyes would seek yours, as if to ensure you agreed with what he was saying.

"So, what’s it like working with her?" the host asked, nodding toward you with a curious smile.

Jonathan tilted his head, pretending to think hard about it. "Terrible. Really, a nightmare on set."

"Jonathan!" you exclaimed, laughing as you gave him a light shove on the shoulder.

He laughed even louder. "I’m kidding! Honestly, working with her is like… having a light on set. She always knows how to lift everyone’s spirits, even on the toughest days."

His words caught you off guard, and you felt your cheeks flush. The host, not missing the opportunity, teased further: "That almost sounds like a confession!"

Jonathan shrugged, looking at you again. "Well, let’s just say the chemistry you see between our characters… it’s all real."

You lowered your gaze, laughing nervously. You weren’t sure how to respond, but the studio audience laughed and clapped, fueling the playful atmosphere.

During a break to adjust the lighting, Jonathan leaned closer to you.

"I didn’t embarrass you, did I?" he asked in a quieter, more intimate tone.

You shook your head. "No, you were… sweet, as always."

He smiled, holding your gaze a moment longer than necessary. "You know, I didn’t lie about anything I said earlier."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Not even the part about me being a nightmare?" you joked, trying to lighten the moment.

Jonathan chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, that was obviously a lie."

When the interview resumed, the host couldn’t help but point out your dynamic again. "So, the question everyone wants to know: are you two this close only on screen, or is there something more off-screen?"

You smiled, trying to keep things professional. "We have a great working relationship," you replied, leaving just a hint of ambiguity in your tone.

Jonathan, however, added: "But I’d say our relationship goes beyond that. We’re great friends, and I think that shows."

The host grinned, clearly pleased with his response. "Well, I can say the fans are going to go wild when they see this interview!"

---

Once it was over and everyone was packing up the set, Jonathan approached you again.

"How about a coffee? To recover from all that attention," he said with a playful grin.

You nodded, feeling a wave of excitement. "Sounds like a good idea."

And as the two of you walked out of the studio together, you realized you weren’t the only one who had felt that spark. Everyone had seen it, but most importantly, you both had felt it.

[vieoeil-riae]

pick me up, lily flower

steb/gn!reader

warnings: sfw, low blood pressure!reader and accompanying symptoms, fluff, cuddling, 1.4k words

synopsis: your low blood pressure takes you down most literally, but your lovely boyfriend is medically trained and in love with you

read on ao3 | ao3 profile | ao3 collection | masterlist

a/n: anon it ate your ask I'm so sorry 😭😭, more stuff in the end a/n!!

Your sight swam, the nausea and lightheadedness taking you down to the couch cushions. If you just stayed still you could ride it out — guiltily, the thought of trying to get on with your day made your stomach and head churn like a whirlpool, ears ringing.

You sank down, shutting your eyes, trying to keep your eyes away from the blurring colours of your living room. Every time you looked it was like there was a force trying to spin your eyeballs around in your head, if you couldn’t see anything then it might take the edge off the sick feeling at least.

Time passed, though by how much you weren’t sure. You just remembered trying to centre yourself on your breathing, and then a familiar crop of hair and a pair of glacial blue eyes leaning over you.

Steb had slammed the front door, the familiar rattle of the frame meant to announce his return that you always listened out for lost in the way you were focused on trying to keep your lunch down and ignore the spots dancing behind your eyes. The lack of your normal chirrup made his brows pinch.

Calmly, forgoing shedding his jacket and boots, he peeked his head around the doorway to the living room. Your hair spilled onto the armrest of the couch, your hands rested over your stomach. Worried as he was, his shoulders dropped and he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

You weren’t hurt, just going through it. Medically trained and knowing you intimately, lovingly, he could put two and two together; your blood pressure had sunk to your feet. Steb’s heart twinged, while it wasn’t unusual for you, he had a strong dislike for seeing you unwell. 

Quietly, trying to disturb you as little as possible, he padded over to where you lay. His hand brushed over your forehead, just to check for anything else that might have left you couch-bound — professional protocol, a partner’s instinct. Nothing else was amiss though, your eyes seemed just fine, though a little shaky, when they fluttered open at his touch.

There was always a feeling of something being set right inside when you looked at him, no matter how you were looking at him. A small smile pulled at his silent lips, he pressed a kiss to his fingertips before pressing those fingertips back to your forehead — always mindful of your space.

You didn’t seem all there, and you sort of weren’t. Feelings that came from a basal place wanting things your conscious self would never ask for; to be left alone, to not be talked to, to find your feet again and a rising sense of anxiety that accompanied those thoughts. You felt bad about wanting to push Steb away, but the lip-warmed fingertips that lacked his usual gloves put your mind at rest.

His touch was never as overwhelming as you thought it would be, his mutism allowing you the peace of not talking until the thought of it no longer made you want to throw up, he read you so easily in ways that almost made you want to cry. Caring, so caring, he was patient with you in ways you found hard to offer to yourself.

A glass, a thick-rimmed one, made a dull thunk as it was set down on the coffee table in front of the couch. You hadn’t noticed Steb leave until he’d come back, blurrily you noticed the colours of his uniform’s outer layer slung over the arm of the loveseat tucked away in the corner — messier than he’d usually leave it.

Hands, not particularly warm and not particularly cold either, encircled your calves, hoisting your legs up for a moment before setting them down over a warm lap. Groggily, leaning your head into the back cushion of the couch, you opened your eyes to watch Steb; eyes glued to the rise and fall of his chest and the gentle flutter of his frills.

His hands gently squeezed up and down your legs, a soothing, grounding sort of repetitive motion that meant you could focus on something outside of your body for the first time in too long. You sighed heavily, the spinning of your eyes slowing to a point where you felt mildly horrified about how bad it was before.

Blindly, you reached out with one hand for the glass on the table, not quite sure when your eyes had closed again. The rubbing motion against your calves stopped, replaced by the firm pressure of Steb’s chest as he reached out to pass the glass to you. Your heart tugged at the little ways in which he tried to make things just a little easier, always so considerate.

When you think about it, you can clearly recall an image. It was the amalgamation of every time you’ve seen his beautiful eyes, the shine of them as well as the slow blink of his third eyelid, and the most memorable part of his gaze was just how… seeing it was. It was like he knew you better than yourself sometimes, like he could see you so honestly, so bare. 

It made your heart beat a little faster knowing that he saw all of you and still looked at you with such care.

Leaning over you, your legs comfortably pushed towards your torso and your feet slung far over his hips in a way that kept them above your heart, he helped the glass to your lips — gently hovering under the bottom of it. You were more than capable, he knew, he was just there to support.

The steady stream of water seemed like it washed away some of the nausea, the world focusing just a little more with each sip until the sightful eyes you loved came into proper focus. Cutting in colour, flitting in search, you watched Steb look for the flicker of clearheadedness sparkle in your eyes.

Quietly, you breathed, subconsciously matching his pattern. You swallowed, and blinked hard, clearing most of the spinning feeling from your eyes. The sinking pit in your stomach had abated and a sense of clarity found you quickly after.

A smile played on your lips, nothing big, just enough for Steb to catch — fatigue still clinging to your eyes. Thank you, you wanted to say, even though your lips refused to move.

He noticed, however, the slight twitch of his ear and the gradual change in his face as he brightened up; an easy smile gracing his usually passive face, a teasing twinge of his brow that reassured you that you’d feel better soon and that sitting with you was no trouble. There was never any trouble to him when it came to you, an unspoken fact you both knew well. Your eyes softened.

You leaned up onto your elbows to get a little closer to Steb’s face, watching the way he looked just a little worried with a warm twinge of joy in your chest. You got close enough to brush noses, feeling his breath bloom over your skin, still a little dizzy. 

Tilting your head, you gave him a sweet, chaste, thankful in the gentle way you move your lips against his. You felt him kiss back with a delicate force before you pulled away, a small adoring expression thick in his eyes. You almost giggled at the demure way his ears drooped, some things never change.

Shuffling with a bit of help, you situated yourself cuddled into his side. A wave of headrush washed over you, dropping your head into the crook of Steb’s neck, you closed your eyes until it passed. His arms snaked around your sides, gently moving your bent knees to rest against the couch cushions next to him, holding you close as you breathed deeply.

His lips found your temple and lovingly rested there until you stretched out, no longer woozy. 

You peppered Steb’s cheek with kisses through a much fuller smile and then drained the last of the water in the cup, mumbling small thank-yous into his skin until he silently laughed at the ticklish sensation — his shoulders shook with them, eyes glittering fondly.

Eventually you relented, leaving Steb’s partially out of breath and sinking into the couch with lightly shivering frills and a contented smile, getting up with a dramatic sigh as you said you were going to start on dinner.

You smiled in amusement at the sound of his padding feet quickly catching up to you, your silent, most favourite helper.

A/N: if this draft gets eaten i will crash out!!! ps i had like a religious experience listening to the mamma mia soundtrack halfway through writing this

ALSO!! anon, if you're reading this, your english was lovely, you sent a wonderful request and yes please take 🐇💗💧 as an anon signature it's very cute!

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[periguita]

Accidental Marriage Pact

I just thought of a funny story idea with lots of potential misunderstandings and jealous admirers.

Okay so I’m skewing the timeline but here’s the idea: Billy Batson/Captain Marvel and Alastor the Radio Demon met before as children and were accidentally magically bound with a marriage pact.

How it happened:

When Billy was younger, his parents brought him to see the Mardi Gras Festival in Louisiana.

Billy first met a young Alastor when the latter was helping his mother sell food.

Billy was entranced by the delicious food and Alastor was proud to brag that his mother’s food is the best, to which Billy agreed after trying it.

In that moment, Alastor deemed Billy someone with good taste and worth being a friend. Billy though Alastor was fun and agreed to the friendship. Both found themselves a new best friend that day.

Alastor’s mother and the Batsons were ecstatic for their children have new friends and allowed them to keep meeting while they were in town.

For the next few years, the boys would write to each other letters as they waited for their next reunion. When they did reunite, it was so cute that their parents jokingly said “They make such a cute couple! How about we give you my/our son’s in marriage?”

Despite it being a joke, something magical overheard and decided to bless them with a pact for marriage: Alastor and Billy can only marry each other. When they both turn 18, they could either make it official or dissolve it. But for now, they are engaged. If anyone else were to try to attract/marry them, the pursuer would be hit with bad luck to prevent it.

When Billy’s parent’s died, he became too busy surviving to continue sending Alastor letters.

Meanwhile, Alastor’s mother got sick and he too became too busy taking care of her to send letters.

Eventually, Billy became Captain Marvel. He was so busy handling magical incidents and threats that visiting Alastor was forgotten. And by the time, he could even find time visit Louisiana, Dr. Sivanna struck Fawcett City with the Suspendium Bubble causing the town and its inhabitants to disappear for decades.

Alastor’s mother died from her illness leaving him with his father. Alastor later finds out from the newspaper that Fawcett City disappeared and was further saddened by the loss of his friend.

As Alastor grew older, he would occasionally reminisce the Batsons and still kept Billy’s letters.

Once, his father caught him reminiscing with the letters and burned them because “No son of his is going to be a fairy.”

Alastor was furious and moved out as soon as he could.

He moved into a small apartment and worked odd jobs for a few years until eventually becoming a popular radio host.

Everything then is mostly the same. Alastor became a serial killer and died from a bullet to the head when he got mistaken for a deer.

Meanwhile decades later

The Suspendium Bubble dissipates and Fawcett City is back. But the outside world is very different.

Aliens from outer space were proven real, there was a superhero organization called the Justice League, and their friends and family who lived outside Fawcett might be either dead or old.

People mourned the last part and Billy is one of them. He had planned to visit Alastor when he had the time but now he never could. He found out his friend went missing and was a cold case. Using magic, he found Alastor’s remains and did a funeral ritual suggested by one of his patrons.

Something went wrong and Alastor the Radio Demon appeared.

Alastor and Billy were confused. Alastor thought Billy had perished with the rest of Fawcett City and yet here he is. Still a child. Who had summoned him.

Meanwhile, Billy is baffled that the demon before him was Alastor. The magic confirmed it. The magic also confirmed that there was a pact between them.

Billy informed Alastor and summoned a physical copy of the pact. When they saw it was a marriage pact, they agreed to break it off at the agreed upon time.

Alastor noticed Billy was scuffed up and unusually thin, and was suspicious of his living situation. Billy tried to hide it but couldn’t under Alastor’s gaze.

And, as practically a force of nature, Alastor found out about Billy’s uncle stealing his inheritance and his runaway status from the foster system. Right then and there, Alastor decided to help Billy by being his sort of guardian until he came of age. And maybe kill Billy’s uncle.

[bumblesimagines]

Metamorphosis

Request: Yes or No

Summary: In the aftermath of everything they've gone through, regret and grief settles in.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

CW/TW: Typical Alien warnings, mentions of death and injuries, pregnancy mention, homoeroticism and unplanned pregnancies will be the death of us all, survivors guilt, favorite type of ending hehe haha

~~~

Space is typically defined as the infinite expanse between celestial bodies; the perfect vacuum where stars, planets, and other bodies move freely unless bound by the pull of gravity keeping them within an orbit.

When (Y/N) was younger, he'd sit huddled beneath his blanket with a flashlight illuminating an old tablet showcasing outer space, or more specifically, the sun. 

Per his less-than-impressive lessons and all the information he accessed throughout the years, suns are defined as large spherical stars made up of plasma and energy that are able to pull other celestial bodies into an orbit thus creating a system.

His home planet, LV-410, was a ringed planet part of the Alpheios System with its very own sun. Except, his home, or preferably his hell, was covered in thick clouds and smog that made it impossible to see the sun. 

His glee was immense when he laid eyes on it for the first time. It was bright, brighter than he ever imagined, but the prospect of finding a new home far, far away from his mining colony was more exciting.

Up until that point, his future was clear: work at the mines until he dropped dead from age or died from a terminal illness caused by the working conditions. But a new star system, a new planet, opened up a whole new world of opportunities. 

His glee died with the rest of his friends.

It had to have been at least a day, maybe two.. maybe even three, since he allowed his friends to convince him to search an obsolete Weyland-Yutani ship for its cryosleep chambers. It seemed far-fetched, at first, to find enough chambers with enough fuel to get them all to Yvaga in nine years but they did it. Tyler, Bjorn, and Andy found the damned chambers and fuel... at the biggest cost.

"What do you think Yvaga is going to be like?" Kay asked softly, her wayward curls tickling his chin as she curled further into his body. Her fingers toyed with his hand, fingertips going over the wrinkles on his knuckles and then pressing into the callouses on his skin from his work in the mines. 

"Well, for starters, we'll see the sun each time we wake up." He told her, lips brushing against her hair before they pressed into the crown of her head. His other hand that'd been massaging her hip (partly out of nerves for the others after Rain and Navarro rushed off in a panic) trekked upward until it rested only the slight curve of her belly. Kay smiled.

"He'll know what the sun's like from the moment he's born, huh?"

"He?"

Kay shrugged and giggled, brushing curls away from her face to peer up at him properly. "It's just a feeling I have. I think it's going to be a boy." She smiled again, bigger and happier this time. "Our son."

"Yeah," He chuckled. The idea of fatherhood still floated above his head, not yet fully sunken in. It was weird yet exciting, in a way. "You know Bjorn will demand we name him after him then, right?"

"No." Lines formed when Kay crinkled her nose and she quickly shook her head. "No way. Not happening."

Their laughter followed though it was abruptly cut off when Navarro stumbled past the bed with a pale face and wide, frantic eyes, her body swaying and nearly crashing into the walls around her.

They moved immediately and Kay hurried after her adoptive cousin with concerned questions tumbling out of her mouth one right after the other. (Y/N) turned in the direction she came from, but when no one else followed, he moved. 

"Bjorn? Tyler?" He called into the deck below. He could hear someone's frantic breathing and a flurry of words drenched in a familiar accent he'd grown to dislike. "Bjorn? You okay, man?" 

He never liked the bastard, but he was still Tyler and Kay's cousin, so he climbed down the yellow emergency ladder into the deck leading toward the airlock and docking bay to check on him. Tyler's voice flowed into the rooms from the intercom, laced with irritation and demanding Bjorn to open the door.

His pace quickened and just as he laid eyes on the bandana-wearing idiot, the ship suddenly began moving sideways. He stumbled, catching himself on the ladder but when he managed to steady himself, he heard Kay's horrified scream echo above him. 

Before he could even begin to react, his body was thrown sideways with a collision and slammed into the far-side wall.

He'd been staring at the wall ever since the thing was vacuumed into space. His mind was elsewhere.

It was back home in his trailer on the rickety tablet reading about the godforsaken sun. It was back in the mines where each time he took a breath he felt the overwhelming urge to cough until his lungs gave out. It was in front of the Harrison's trailer when Tyler confronted him about his feelings for Kay with hot tears of betrayal coating his grime-covered cheeks.

It was anywhere but present.

Rain's footsteps were muffled to his ears, barely audible to him until she stood right in front of him. He stared at her legs instead, and then at her face when she crouched down to be at eye-level with him.

Her face was blurry until he blinked, momentarily bringing himself back into his body. Her blue eyes stared back at him, squinted with concern and exhaustion. Her lips moved but, like her footsteps, her words were muffled. 

Rain squeezed her eyes shut and dropped her shoulders with a heavy sigh. She pressed her palms into the floor and crawled into the spot beside him where she mimicked his position and propped her arms on her knees.

Rain stared at the wall with him for a few minutes as her chest began to rise and fall more quickly, her cracked lips trembling uncontrollably. Her body soon shook with sobs and hiccups. 

He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream and punch and kick but his body remained in place on the floor. He wanted to think he was dying; he desperately wished he was, otherwise, he'd have to come to terms with whatever was inside him. He stared at the wall because if he looked at his hands he'd notice the once all-consuming pain in his body had faded. He'd be prompted to take a look at his hip. He'd remember all too clearly.

He was supposed to be dead.

"(Y/N)?" A hushed, annoyingly familiar voice whispered into his ear, trembling and frightened. "C'mon, man, please. I know you hate me but please.. wake up."

A groan formed on his lips, but a rough hand slapped over his mouth to muffle it. A throbbing pain in the back of his head and across his shoulders intensified as he began to wake fully, each movement sending a spark of pain up his spine. He cracked his eyes open and looked into Bjorn's wide, glistening eyes. They shut briefly when he exhaled in relief, then he brought a shaky finger to his lips to make a shushing motion. 

(Y/N) pressed his lips together tightly to refrain from questioning him about the collision, about the flickering lights. Any other day, he might've, but he'd never seen Bjorn look so pale with fear before. Bjorn was cocky, confident, and an overall asshole, but he bulldozed into everything headfirst. He never left space for fear. (Y/N)'s heart rapidly sunk into his stomach and he raised a hand to touch the blood clinging to the side of Bjorn's head. What the hell was going on?

Slowly and carefully, Bjorn helped him onto his step and brought his finger to his lips again before he pointed down the long corridor that led to the airlock. Right at the end of the corridor attached to the wall was something large, fleshly, and dripping with a thick fluid that pulsated every few seconds. (Y/N)'s head whipped around to look at Bjorn wide-eyed. 

Bjorn stepped closer to him and brought himself close to his ear, his breath hot and trembling. "It- It came... from Navarro's chest.."

(Y/N) could only stare at him in bewilderment until his heart skipped a beat and his body stiffened with alarm. Kay. His eyes shot over to the ladder and he staggered toward it, his teeth grinding together at every ache and protest from his body demanding a moment of rest.

He stopped when a shadow blocked the light flickering from above. Hot tears of relief pricked at the back of his eyes at the sight of Kay making her way down the ladder with scrapes and bruises but still alive.

The moment the bottom of her shoes were securely on the metal floor, she whirled around and threw her arms around him. Her body trembled with muffled sobs and her tears formed wet spots on his shirt, her face only digging further into him when he cradled her body into his. The splattered blood on her face and Bjorn's words only meant one thing: Navarro was dead.

Kay pulled back and parted her lips, but Bjorn made the shushing motion again and nodded for them to follow him down the corridor toward the door. (Y/N) took Kay's shaking hand in his and kept her behind him as they followed Bjorn. His ears picked up the sharp inhale Kay took at the sight of the cocoon on the wall. Bjorn limped toward a small station at the wall, where he attached the plug to his shock baton. 

(Y/N)'s eyes flickered toward the door. They needed to leave. For Kay's sake. For the baby's sake.

Bjorn jabbed the baton into the cocoon and shouted desperately as blue electrically sparked brightly inside the cocoon, inhuman shrills and shrieks leaving the creature inside. The box sparked brightly and gave out within minutes, making the lights in the ship flicker more wildly. (Y/N) tugged on Kay's arm and hurried past Bjorn toward the door. They needed to leave now-

Bjorn screamed in pain and the two spun around, catching the end of a long armored tail slipping back into the cocoon while Bjorn groaned and clutched his eye. Blood oozed from between his fingers and trailed down his wrist as he withered in pain on the floor until a liquid dripping from the cocoon fell on him.

(Y/N) swallowed down the urge to vomit his lunch when the sizzling sound and smell of skin burning reached him. 

"Kay, we need to move." He hissed and turned away, freeing his hand from her tight hold to frantically press the button but it beeped in error each time. He could feel a sob begin to bubble in his throat. None of the buttons he pressed did anything but beep in error. "Kay, Kay, please, we have to leave."  

Kay backed up until she was pressed against the door, her eyes wide and breaths leaving her in short bursts. (Y/N) refused to turn to look at what she was staring at. "I-I don't know. I don't- I don't know. I don't know." 

"Kay? (Y/N)?" Tyler's quiet voice spoke through the intercom. Too quiet, too breathy for the guy who lost his mind when it came to his little sister. For the guy willing to take a punch for him. He sounded scared. "I'm here. I'm here." 

More noises from behind him. Kay released a horrified whimper. (Y/N) mashed his thumb into every button on the pad.

"The door, Tyler, the door." (Y/N) made the mistake of glancing back. There was something big emerging from the cocoon. (Y/N) was certain his finger was going to break from how hard he was pressing each button. "It- It won't open, Ty, it won't open. Ty, please. Ty-"

"There's a key, (Y/N). There's a-" Tyler inhaled quietly, sharply. "Look for a key."

Kay dropped down to the floor and began combing it for a key, her head whipping around in each direction until her hand darted out to snatch something a few inches away from his feet. She stumbled onto her feet and jammed the key into the keyhole, her curls tumbling back and forth over her shoulder with each glance she stole at the creature. (Y/N) pulled on the lever and the door opened for them, invading the space with cool air. 

(Y/N) looked over his shoulder and almost choked on his breath. The creature, the fucking alien, looked straight from a tale of horror told to kids to keep them from going out alone. Its black skeletal frame slowly rose onto its long hind legs and its long cylinder-shaped head cocked in their direction, rows of teeth exposing with a low hiss.

(Y/N) took Kay's hand in his and bolted past the door, only for a scream to rip from their throats as they fell and collided with the metal floor below. Black spotting filled his vision and a heaviness tugged at his eyelids but he felt Kay's fingers twitch and spasm in his palm.

He picked up the click of sprinklers and his body jerked at the sensation of cold water hitting him, the soft pelting soothing his warm skin and coaxing the need to shut his eyes completely out of his system.

He remained still and listened to his breathing, the sound of the water hitting the floor, and waited for any sign of the monstrous creature.

With a soft, breathy groan, (Y/N) shielded his eyes from the bright light above and the water as he forced himself to sit up despite the pain spreading through his muscles. He looked down at Kay when she grunted, his eyes darting from her contorted features to her belly.

Something moved.

The baby was kicking, he realized. Another kick and Kay's hand flew down to clutch her belly with a wince. He was old enough to kick. 

(Y/N) shook his head. He'd worry about the baby's development later, once they were far, far away from the alien. His hand clutched her forearm and he helped her move to the edge of the platform. They hopped down, the groan and creaking of the metal prompting them to hurry beneath the catwalk and out of sight. They crawled beneath it and then, something hard landed on the catwalk. 

Immediately, (Y/N) pulled Kay closer until she was halfway beneath him and pressed his hand to her mouth. He held his breath and froze, waiting for the creature to rip through the metal and tear into him, but its feet thumped against the catwalk when it moved away. He couldn't deduce if his shaking was from the cold water or the fear pumping through him.

He lifted his head, slowly and almost hesitantly, at the sound of more clanking. He caught it dragging the bodies of Bjorn and Navarro away down another hall and took his hand away from Kay's mouth to push at her back until she scrambled toward the end and carefully hopped down.

He followed after her, taking quick glances in the direction of the hallway while they made their way through what seemed to be a former storage room in the direction of the only other exit. Kay rushed over to it and frantically tapped the buttons but an alarm began blaring above them instead. 

"Access denied."

(Y/N)'s head snapped toward the hallway and he waited with baited breath for it to appear again. Something slammed against the door and when he spun around to look, Tyler's face greeted them on the other side. His lips moved but the thickness of the door and walls muffled whatever he was telling them.

Rain and Andy appeared behind them and Andy stepped toward the panel, only to grow still instead of opening the door for them. In the reflection of the glass window, (Y/N) caught sight of the huge figure climbing out of the hallway and Andy backed away.

Kay slammed her palms against the door, her shoulders jerking with each hiccup. "Open the door. Tyler, please, open the door."

Tyler's wide eyes flickered between them, his lips moving quicker with what he assumed were meant to be reassuring words. (Y/N) grinded his teeth together to keep them from clattering and ignored every instinct in his body screaming at him.

He swallowed, a few tears slipping down his cheeks, and he turned around to face the alien. It stared back at him, or he assumed. It had no visible eyes, and its pitch-black skin was scarred and burnt from Bjorn's attack. 

"Get the door open, Ty."

(Y/N) walked cautiously, every movement he made slow as if he were dealing with one of the aggressive drunks back home. He ignored Kay's crying, the desperate muffled shouting that grew louder. The alien tracked him, its large head turning to follow him. It hissed and bared its teeth again, its drool dripping from its mouth and onto the container it'd perched itself on. Its long, blade-tipped tail waved behind it threateningly, twitching with anticipation. 

It moved and barely made a sound. Its long limbs extended downward toward the floor, claws scraping lightly against the metal and tail raising even higher. (Y/N) glanced past it to look back at Kay. She shook her head desperately and clutched her belly, her legs nearly giving out beneath her from how hard she sobbed. He took a breath and bolted. 

He didn't get very far before a sharp, hot pain erupted from his hip, and blood splattered on the container beside him. There was another hiss, but not from behind him. Kay's scream was short-lived.

"This was all for nothing." His throat ached, parched. Rain's head whipped around to look at him, strands of her short brown hair swishing and hitting her flushed red cheeks. "This was all for fucking nothing."

"No." Rain whispered and she shook her head rapidly, her body moving to kneel beside him and stare into the side of his face. "No, no, it can't be. We- We have to get to Yvaga, (Y/N). We have to."

"There is no we, Rain!" (Y/N) snapped with a hot flash of unsuspected anger, the fury so bright and overwhelming he wanted to smash her head into the wall. Rain flinched and leaned back, away from him with wide eyes. His legs slumped and he quickly moved his shaking hands beneath his thighs, keeping them pinned and out of sight. That wasn't right. He wasn't right. "Everyone's dead."

"But you and me and Andy aren't, (Y/N). We came here.. for those fucking chambers. They wanted to get to Yvaga. We have to go... for- for them and for ourselves. Please... nine years is too long. You're- You're..." Rain swallowed and licked her lips. Her mouth opened and closed whilst she searched for the right words. His arm jerked when her fingertips grazed along it. "You're... alive. Andy says there's something different-"

"No shit, Rain." (Y/N) hissed. "I'm sick."

He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Everything hurt. 

Each breath he took felt as if someone had lit his lungs on fire and his stomach churned with nausea. His left side was numb, lost to any sensation and tingling. Something warm soaked through his pant leg and made the fabric cling to his skin. He thought about closing his eyes, thought about giving into the drowsiness weighing him down. 

Someone let out a wheezy grunt across from him. Soft, high-pitched. Kay.

He tried lifting his head but it only twitched, and any words he tried to speak only came out in low hums that vibrated in his throat. His vision was too blurry to see anything past the faint outline of his hanging arms splattered with blood. Where were they? He only remembered something stiff and hard stabbing through his body before his vision had darkened. 

"Kay?! (Y/N)?!" 

Tyler... sweet, sweet Tyler. Tyler who'd forced him into a friendship when they were seven; Tyler who'd waited outside his trailer every day to hang out; Tyler who'd smiled at him so lovingly and then broken his heart by dating Rain; Tyler who'd punched him when he learned he hooked up with Kay. Tyler.. who was still alive. 

A groan emitted from his chest. He had to focus. He blinked sluggishly and demanded his limbs to move. His fingers twitched, spasming and jerking until he could curl most of them into a fist. He took another, shaky breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Everything throbbed and ached. He ignored it as best he could and forced his eyes open, his vision focusing just a little more.

"Kay! (Y/N)!" 

Quick footsteps approached them and Tyler's face appeared below him, his big brown eyes peering up at him. Tyler smiled so big (Y/N) was sure it'd hurt his cheeks. Tyler began peeling away at the slime and debris keeping him attached to the wall until his body slumped forward and almost toppled them both over.

(Y/N)'s back pressed against cool metal. A railing. Where were they? He stopped caring when his vision finally focused and he watched Rain and Tyler catch Kay's pale, shivering body. Her eyes kept rolling to the back of her head.

"They- They're losing blood, Tyler." Rain crawled toward him and pressed her hand into his side, apologies leaving her in almost incoherent babbles when he groaned and tilted his head back.

His chest stuttered and he braced himself to look at the damage. His shirt was ripped and blood was rapidly oozing from between Rain's fingers. No matter how hard she pressed, it kept coming. He was going to die. "It's too much. It's too much blood." Rain babbled.

"Maybe that's why they haven't been implanted yet." Andy sounded too cold, too detached.

His head lolled back again. He felt cold, so, so cold. The world began to spin in a whirl, blurring and merging together into one big blob. Their voices came and went, muffled then clear then muffled again. Pain flared again when Rain pressed harder into his side with one hand and then cupped his cheek with the other, warm blood rubbing across his skin.

She looked terrified. 

Another garbled groan. Andy slung his arm around his shoulder and then heaved him up onto his weak, nearly limp legs. His hand pressed into (Y/N)'s side, hard and enough for his legs to give out. Andy kept him upright. He expected a pun, some stupid joke to take the edge off, but Andy remained silent as he effortlessly ran with the others, his hand managing to remain still enough to not cause any more damage. (Y/N) wanted to vomit. 

Suddenly, Andy froze and squinted. (Y/N) raised his head and blinked the tears from his eyes, blinked the blur away for a fleeting moment. An alien moved along the wall, creeping upward so silently it avoided being noticed by Rain while she cupped Kay's face and comforted her. Tyler tore himself away from the lift's gate and leaped in front of Rain right as the tail darted forward. 

(Y/N) couldn't even scream.

He staggered forward, shoving the silent Andy aside, and clung onto the railing. His legs shook and another hiccuping sob tore through his chest. The tail cut cleanly through Tyler's shoulder and then lifted him upward, tearing through his shoulder by inches. Andy moved, but the alien used Tyler's squirming body to toss him back before it lifted Tyler through a hole in the ceiling and disappeared with him. Andy seized beside him but (Y/N) only stared at the ceiling. 

His feet took him toward Kay and Rain right before his legs buckled and gave out, sending jolts of pain up his thighs from his sore knees. Rain wrapped an arm around his chest and dragged him toward the waiting lift as best as she could before returning for Kay.

With the last bit of his energy, he rolled over onto his back and tried looking for Kay but his head remained tilted to the side. Black dots invaded his vision and his breath grew even more labored. 

(Y/N) stared hopelessly at the flickering lights passing by the rapidly moving lift. He wondered what his son would look like, what Kay would name him when she got to Yvaga. He hoped she told him tales of his uncle, of all the stupid antics they got up to.

The exhausting weight pressing down on his body won and he released a shaky, wheezy breath. Just as he let his eyes flutter shut, his shirt was lifted and something pricked into his abdomen. 

Then, there was a sensation that tore a groan from his body and made his back arch. It was cold, as if ice had been directly injected into his veins, and made him cough and gasp.

Sweat dripped from his pores and his heartbeat pounded in his ears, strong and pumping and overwhelmingly alive. A small cylinder rolled around near his head, empty and with droplets of a black liquid inside it. 

"You're not sick." Rain asserted and roughly rubbed the tear streaks on her cheeks, her voice too shaky for him to believe a single word she spoke. "You're just different. Maybe- Maybe there's a cure on Yvaga or- or a way to get the compound out of you. Someone.. someone will know what to do." 

(Y/N)'s hands shot toward himself and he tore the remainder of his shirt until his torso was exposed to the cool air flowing through the ship. The large slice the alien left when it pierced its tail right above his hipbone had mended itself together, leaving black scabbing behind that uncomfortably resembled the hard material of the alien's skeleton.

He grabbed Rain's wrist and yanked on it until her palm was pressed into the scar left behind. It should've hurt, it should ached or burned with hot searing pain but he felt nothing. 

"I'm not just different, Rain. Something's changing me..." Her watered eyes jumped up to meet his gaze. "Something's inside me."

[mymegrokosmos]

hiii! can i pls request one where reader surprises mingyu on tour? i love your works so much, thank you for all the effort that you put in!! <3

i love this big giant puppy he's such a sweetheart. i hope this came out okay anon sorry for the billion year wait. it's a little short but maybe i'll write a follow up at some point when my brain is working again.

It’s early, or late depending on what timezone you consider, when you drag yourself to the airport. You text Scoups as you check in, updating him on the eta. It’s taken you a lot of coordinating and evading. Their managers and at least three other members are in on this. The hardest part hasn’t even been keeping it from your boyfriend, it’s been not slipping up where Hoshi can hear. You love Soonyoung dearly but the man cannot keep a secret.

You’re practically vibrating by the time you step onto the plane. It’s been months of so many little details you had to get just right and so many last minute changes. You nearly said to hell with it and just ruined the surprise too many times but you know it’s going to be worth it when you see the surprise on his face.

The flight isn’t long, not by the long haul standards you’ve gotten used to since you started dating a member of seventeen, but it feels like it takes forever and then suddenly time speeds up and everything is going at double time. You text Cheol again to let him know you’ve landed, sending your message to Shua and Hannie too just in case. You’ve got a little group chat now from all of the coordinating this has taken. The three eldest members, Jihoon and Minghao have been instrumental in getting this all into place.

As the car pulls up to the outer gate where you wait in the pickup zone you smile at their manager. He didn’t have to come himself but he assures you it’s fine, the boys are all at rehearsal and in good hands he’s not rushed. The conversation feels easy as you head towards the hotel first to drop your things and it settles your nerves a bit, this small piece of normalcy.

That’s when the plans change. They were supposed to have a short rehearsal today and then come back to the hotel before the show for a quick break of a few hours. Time to grab some food, showers and a nap. Practice runs long and they’re not going to have time to make it back so there goes surprising your boyfriend in his hotel room. You were ready for something to go wrong though and so you came prepared.

It’s okay, you’ll pivot. And you do.

It still doesn’t feel real when you get your pass and follow along with the staff backstage. You can’t believe the day is finally here. It feels like you must still be at home in your bed, asleep and dreaming this whole thing. Until you catch the barest glimpse of him. Of all of them. They’re just running off to get in place for the lift that will propel them up on stage.

Hao catches your eye over your boyfriends’s shoulder and he can’t wave for giving you away but his smile tells you this is real. It’s almost time. You’re here. You grin back and then they’re gone.

He doesn’t spot you until the end of their set. He’s just, finally, stepped behind the set after what you think was aju nice number fifteen when you lock eyes and his smile turns into an oh. HIs fangs pop out as the surprise melts into a grin even bigger than he gave the fans screaming the encore and his name and then he’s running. As soon as the stage closes after the last member, Soonyoung getting dragged along tonight, he’s bounding towards you.

It doesn’t take long with those long legs of his he eats up space like it’s nothing. You barely have time to squeak before you’re lifted into his arms, spun around and set back on your feet with his forehead now pressed to yours.

“Gyu!” You’re laughing even as you swat at one bicep. “You’re all sweaty babe.”

He whines but doesn’t let you go, pouting at you as he pulls you even closer instead. “I can’t believe you’re here. What are you doing here? How did you plan this?”

You smile, hands coming up to cup his face and brush the floppy brown hair back out of his face. He leans into your touch and you vaguely register the other members being herded past you by a monotone Minghao who is having none of their nosyness.

“I had a lot of help.”

You don’t get a chance to say anything else. He’s already sweeping you further backstage, lips pressed to yours to swallow your sounds of surprise.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too Mingyu.”

“Yah!”

You grin against his lips, smiling up at him as he carries you towards their green room. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hand on your back flexes slightly. You lean up to nuzzle your nose against his.

“I’m only teasing baby. I love you, you know that.”

He nods, eyes closing as he just holds you for a minute and you rest your hand against his chest to feel the way his heart beat jumps under your palm. He swallows and when he opens his eyes again they’re somehow even softer than before.

“Next time I’m taking you on tour with me. I don’t care what we have to do to make it happen. If I have to bribe your boss. I’m making it happen.”

You just shake your head and press a kiss to his jaw. “We’ll figure something out.”

He nods and before he can say anything else the door down the hall flies open and Soonyoung’s head pokes out around the frame.

“Are you two coming to dinner or are we leaving y/n to get you home from here?”

Mingyu sighs, forehead dropping to rest against your chest. “I’m going to kill him.”

You run your fingers through his hair. As well as you can with the styling products and sweat slicking it together at least.

“No you’re not.”

“No I’m not.”

You glance at your mutual friend over his shoulder. “We’ll meet you at the hotel. I expect hugs and all your best tour stories tomorrow. I’ll bring the soju.”

Soonyoung salutes and then you’re alone again. “Room service and cuddles?”

Mingyu nods. “Mm, sounds perfect. WIll you rub my shoulders for me too? The right one’s been acting up again.”

“Yah, Kim Mingyu stop overworking yourself. Hot bath and a massage just for you when we get back. Now put me down so we can get a car before the others decide to kidnap us for dinner anyway.”

And just like that his hand is in yours, tugging you along as he yells for their manager while you laugh and try your best to keep up.

[videntefernandez]

If monster high had made dolls based on other movie monsters

It's the Killer Klowns from Outer space! Way overdue because i love clowns. I tried to give each of them a distinct outfit, while keeping in the spirit of the original. Who should I do next?

Jason (sold)

Pennywise​ Original Remake (sold)

Freddy (sold)

Candyman (sold)

Frankenstein Family

Chucky (sold)

Pinhead (sold)

Ghostface (sold)

Moder (sold)

Saw

Leatherface (sold)

Michael (sold)

The thing (sold)

Sadako (sold)

Art the clown (sold)

The Babadook

The Nun (sold)

Nosferatu (sold)

Tetsuo

Jean Jacket

Frankenhooker (sold)

13 ghosts:

The torn prince (sold)

The bound woman (sold)

The Jackal

[naoutchi]

❅blood and Snow❆

Summary: Elin Piltto; a reindeer keeper, lives in North Sweden. But her world turns upside down when a predator trespasses her territory.

P.s, the backstory of my Human OC.

P.S I KNOW I SPELLED BLOOD WRONG I AM TOO LAZY TO FIX IT

"The wolverine is born knowing it is a predator. Reindeer understand they are prey. Humans are one of the few animals on Earth capable of choice."

In the vacuum of space, an unknown ship glided toward the blue-green planet. Its three-man crew stood at the panoramic window of the cockpit, observing their hunting ground. One of them, the pilot, steered toward Earth's northern latitudes, specifically the Scandinavian Peninsula, just above the Arctic Circle.

❅ ❆

A strange thundering sound caused Elin Piltto to look up at the clear blue sky. Her little Lappish herding dog, Nina, followed suit, barking wildly.

"Nina!"

Elin shouted at her dog, noticing a few gray clouds slowly drifting across the morning sky, while a distant wall of clouds signaled an approaching storm. However, it was far too cold at this time of year for there to be thunder.

"Maybe it was just a snow slide somewhere,"

Elin thought as she donned her helmet, mounted her snowmobile, and started it. The comforting scent of petrol filled her nostrils. She glanced back at her reindeer, which had galloped away. They had weathered storms before, and she planned to check on them at lunchtime. For now, though, she wanted to head home and have breakfast.

Elin turned the snowmobile around and sped off down the trail. Nina joyfully ran behind as they navigated the snowy landscape. The snow sparkled like a thousand stars, and the snowmobile's engine echoed across the vast, white expanse.

She drove out over the frozen lake in front of her cabin. "Cabin" was perhaps an exaggeration; it was more of a dilapidated shack built by her grandfather. No wonder it looked so shabby—his blood alcohol level had never been 0.0‰.

Elin slowed her vehicle beside the cabin and hopped off, her boot-clad feet sinking into the snow. She muttered a few curses while trudging into the warmth of the small building.

Nina was right on her heels, quickly following her inside.

Elin kicked off her boots and removed her helmet. Her tangled blonde hair resembled a bird's nest. But she brushed it off, walking into the kitchen while shedding her outer layers. She poured herself a lukewarm cup of coffee and wedged a lump of loose tobacco under her lip—breakfast was served.

Elin didn’t even want to check her pantry for food; she knew she would only find instant noodles, frozen pizzas, and Gorbys. The only decent items in there were her tins of tobacco and shelves filled with Norrlands Guld and Red Bull.

But those would have to wait until later tonight. She peeked at the clock—08:48.

It felt wonderful to not have to adhere to a work schedule. Elin was content as a reindeer herder—she had no other choice. As far as she knew, she was her father's only child, and he was dead now, leaving her responsible for the animals and the land.

At least she had Nina to help her, the best herding dog she'd ever seen and also a pretty good hunting companion.

Now, the medium-sized black-and-brown female dog perched at Elin's side, gazing up at her owner with the saddest brown eyes, whining for treats. Elin sighed and pulled a handful of dog snacks from a bag on the counter, tossing them across the wooden floor.

Nina scampered around eagerly, devouring the treats, while Elin made her way to the living area—which was little more than a worn-out couch in the kitchen corner. At least she had a cheap but functional second-hand flat-screen TV. Plus, she had Netflix—perfect for hunkering down during a snowstorm. However, the satellite dish was bound to get blown away, so she made a point to download a few movies and find some mindless series to binge.

Only halfway through an episode, she dozed off on the ugly leather couch.

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On the other side of the mountain, the ship had landed between two peaks, hidden among treacherous rocky terrain. The predators emerged from their den and began their hunt through the frozen mountain landscape and valley. Their advanced technology rendered them like frost-covered phantoms gliding across the snow. At this point, the sky had turned overcast, and the temperature dropped further with each passing hour.

But these extraterrestrial hunters were well-prepared; their armor was insulated and fur-clad, combined with temperature-regulating body suits. The instant a snowflake touched their skin, it melted away.

They had been following a blood trail for some time, setting traps along their path. They planned on staying for a few weeks, so it was wise to lay the groundwork early.

The youngest and most eager of the three predators led the way, excited to prove his skills to his brothers. Although they were slower, they growled at him when he wandered too far ahead. But he pressed on, eagerly following the animal trail that wound down a birch-covered mountainside.

Fascinated by the unfamiliar surroundings, the young hunter didn’t realize that the blood trail had ended until his foot became warm and wet. Looking down, he discovered he had stepped in a reindeer carcass.

A low growl from a nearby tree made the hunter look up just as a small furry creature leaped down toward him. In a reflex, he swatted the wild animal away, sending its small brown body tumbling into the bloody snow. For a brief moment, it lay still.

The young predator curiously approached the small animal, intrigued by how something so tiny could kill and drag off something so large.

As he gently prodded its soft body with his foot, it suddenly sprang to life, crawling up the invisible hunter's leg. Before he could react, the creature—a wolverine—had found an exposed area on his waist and sunk its powerful jaws into his side. The hunter grabbed the small animal, easily tearing it away. This time, however, he hurled it to the ground with such force that a sickening crunch of breaking bones echoed, followed by a loud whine as he slammed his heavy foot down upon the wolverine's small head.

This time, it did not move, and the young hunter exhaled in relief. But a sharp pain surged through his body from where the wolverine had bitten him. It burned terribly and began to itch. How embarrassing—what would his older brothers say?

Angrily, the hunter kicked the bloody little wolverine's body before turning to rejoin his hunting companions.

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Elin was jolted awake by Nina's sharp barking.

"Damn it, dog..."

Elin groaned, lazily withdrawing the tobacco from under her lip and wiping it into her coffee cup. She heaved herself off the couch and yawned. Who needed an alarm clock when you had a dog that barked when it was time to go out?

Elin grabbed the cold coffee mug and gulped the last of the bitter liquid.

She glanced at her phone—10:23. Elin peered out the window and saw that heavy snow had begun falling. Quickly and clumsily, Elin dashed around, putting on her outer layers while Nina whimpered and barked.

"Alright, that's enough, girl."

Elin opened the front door. Nina shot out like a bullet, running around as Elin retrieved a brush. She began to clear the snow off the snowmobile. Just then, her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she answered, puzzled. It was her neighbor, Janne, who lived across the lake. He likely needed help lifting something or the like.

"Hey, Elin."

Right away, Elin could hear something was off in his voice.

"Hey, Janne, has something happened?"

Elin asked anxiously. Janne was silent for a moment.

"Yeah... I was out looking for a wolverine that attacked my reindeer. Then I found a reindeer carcass. It was one of yours."

Janne explained tensely. Elin sensed there was more he wanted to say, but she felt overwhelmed.

"But damn it, I'm coming over so you can show me."

Elin said, not giving him a chance to respond before hanging up. She revved up the snowmobile, grabbed her helmet and hunting rifle, and shoved a packet of ammunition into her pocket. This wolverine was going to taste gunpowder. Elin dashed outside to her snowmobile and accelerated off, with Nina sprinting a few meters behind. It didn't take her long to reach Janne’s cabin, and she jumped off the vehicle. Elin hurried toward his door and knocked.

A startled Janne opened the door, peering out. He was an old, overweight, bald man—stingy but friendly.

"Good God, what’s wrong?"

Elin asked, puzzled, and Janne suddenly pulled her inside the cabin. Before Elin could protest, he began to speak rapidly and incoherently. Elin grasped his shoulders, shaking the anxious man.

"Calm down!"

Elin said, releasing the older man. Janne clenched his jaw and rubbed his bald head.

"Elin, you can't go out there again! The devil is on the mountain!"

Janne said frantically, and Elin looked at him, confused.

"All my reindeer—they're dead or have run far up into the mountains."

Janne groaned, and Elin could see in his eyes that he wasn't lying. But she didn’t want to believe it; the old man must have been drinking. Wait, what about her reindeer? Elin jolted and, without a word, turned on her heel and dashed back toward her snowmobile. She heard Janne calling after her, but she couldn’t care less. Barely managing to mount her snowmobile, she gunned the engine.

Even though she drove much faster than legally allowed, it felt agonizingly slow. She didn’t slow down as she approached the hill where she usually parked, resulting in her needing to slam on the brakes as she reached the top.

The sight before her made Elin freeze. Her stomach twisted, and a lump formed in her throat as she took in the entire scene. The field was coated in white snow, now stained red with the blood of her reindeer, scattered like grotesque artworks across the landscape.

Nina caught up to her, panting heavily after the run. Elin shakily dismounted from the snowmobile, almost falling off it. She rushed down the hill, tumbled through the snow, and Nina barked desperately, following her as Elin ran towards the bloody field.

The closer she got, the stronger the smell of death became. Elin's heart raced, and her stomach twisted tighter. So tightly that the contents began to rise. Elin ripped off her helmet and vomited. The sour taste of coffee and stomach acid flooded her mouth, and she gagged. Tears filled her eyes as she wiped them away with her sleeve.

Elin's whole body shook, and she felt another wave of nausea but swallowed it back.

Gasping, she trudged through the bloodied snow. It felt surreal, the world spinning as she passed the carcasses of her animals—the ones that had sustained her, the ones she had cared for her entire life—now dead. Everything was so macabre, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she noticed that some of the reindeer were still half-alive.

Elin couldn't bear to watch them suffer. She pulled the rifle from her back. In shock, she approached the guilt-ridden animals and shot them so they wouldn't endure any more pain.

The shots echoed through the desolate mountain, and after the last shot rang out, Elin stood gazing at the lifeless reindeer before her. She was splattered with blood. Breathing slowly, she wiped away the remnants of tears and snot once more.

Nina had been sniffing around throughout the entire ordeal and now returned to Elin's side.

The dog nudged Elin's bloodied hand gently, prompting her to sob and cradle her loyal friend’s head. An emptiness began to envelop the multitude of emotions Elin felt.

"What should I do now, Nina?"

Elin cried, squatting down to embrace her furry friend. It was as if Nina understood, for the dog whined sympathetically. The falling snowflakes seemed to try to conceal this nightmarish scene. Elin felt the sharp wind biting at her back and took a trembling breath. She couldn’t sit here and cry like a child.

So she stood up, hefted the rifle onto her back, and began striding briskly toward the snowmobile. As she walked, her mind raced with thoughts of what to do next. Someone—or something—must have caused all this destruction. But Elin had no enemies, and no wolverine could inflict this much devastation.

On her way, she grabbed her helmet, and when she reached the snowmobile, she turned to take one last look at the crimson field.

One thought dominated her mind: whoever had done this would pay. She put on the helmet and mounted the snowmobile, fueled by a growing anger as she sped toward her cabin.

Meanwhile, Elin contemplated what she would need for the hunt ahead.

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After the young hunter had been bitten, he began to act strangely. Upon reuniting with his brothers, he exhibited alarming symptoms. Yet, this was his first real hunt, and he insisted they continue. His brothers were worried, thinking their little brother was just stressed.

But the more time passed, the weirder his behavior became. He grew disoriented and aggressive. When they tried to persuade him to return to the ship, the young hunter had shouted at them before running off.

They let him be and continued to set traps and explore.

However, upon discovering a group of slaughtered reindeer, they became alarmed. Hearing the sounds of gunfire escalated their concerns, and they began searching for him.

When they reached the site, they stood in shock, gazing at the mass slaughter. They realized this was their brother’s doing. There was no honor in such killing; these animals were harmless and offered no resistance beyond fleeing.

Now it was serious. They had to find their little brother before he caused more chaos.

Furthermore, the weather had not improved.

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Elin burst through the cabin door and rushed inside. She quickly gathered everything she needed for hunting in a snowstorm. She had the right clothes but added a balaclava and ushanka, donning snowshoes and grabbing trekking poles. She packed her hunting bag, which already contained a first-aid kit, knife, dog treats, emergency blanket, GPS, binoculars, water bottle, headlamp, and additional ammunition.

Stepping outside again, the snowstorm had intensified, set to worsen. But Elin didn’t care. She was driven by a desire to kill. She quickly glanced at Nina, considering leaving the dog behind, but Nina met her gaze with determination. The dog was ready, too.

"Let’s go, girl," Elin said firmly as they ventured into the wilderness. The wind howled, and heavy snowflakes fell thickly, reducing visibility. Elin could barely make out the silhouettes of mountains rising in the distance as she crossed the frozen lake.

Taking the snowmobile would have been a bad idea, as its noise would alert anyone within a ten-kilometer radius of her approach. She glided over the snow easily thanks to her snowshoes, but even beneath the balaclava, the cold bit her face.

Nina trotted bravely alongside her, facing the wind.

Elin aimed for the slaughter site, searching for clues of the perpetrator. She had grown up in these woods and knew every tree and stump. While she had seen tracks from bears, wolves, wolverines, and lynxes, she knew none of them could have killed so many reindeer in such a short time. Whatever it was, it had to be human, or as Janne said… the devil itself.

A shiver crawled up her spine.

She was halfway across the lake when Nina halted. The dog's body tensed, and her pointed ears perked up like antennas. Elin paused and listened, but all she could hear was the wind howling.

Nina turned toward the treeline at the lake's edge and started to walk, then sprinted towards the shore. Elin trusted her dog and followed.

Nina led them deeper into the frozen birch forest, and Elin patiently waited as the dog stopped to sniff. Then Nina hesitated again and buried her nose into the snow. Elin stepped forward to see what the dog was focused on. What she discovered was a patch of green snow. She bent down and picked it up; it was sticky, resembling blood, and bore a sweet aroma.

"What the hell…"

Elin murmured, but she continued to follow her relentless hunting companion. Darkness had already begun to creep in, and shadows moved closer. Elin knew the forest was quiet due to the storm, but her unease only intensified. She fished out her headlamp and secured it to her head. The light barely pierced through the snowy haze, but her primary focus was to keep track of Nina.

Their search continued for a quarter of an hour, though it felt like an eternity due to the cold and darkness. Yet, Elin was prepared to search for days to find the monster.

Once again, Nina hesitated. This time it felt different. The dog looked up at a cliffside, and Elin noticed the hair on Nina's back standing on end as she leaned forward. The dog’s ears were erect, and her tail was rigid. Elin stood still at the edge of the woods, cautiously drawing her rifle from her back as Nina began to growl deeply.

Elin disengaged the safety and slowly scanned the cliffside. The poor visibility made it difficult to see, so she squinted her blue eyes. She detected a strange shape contrasting against the rocky mountain and snow—it bulged slightly and shimmered.

Just then, the shimmer broke, and a figure emerged, causing Nina to bark frantically. Elin and her dog were in sync; Elin squeezed off a shot, and Nina rushed toward the creature. The bullet struck its arm, spraying a green liquid, and the being let out a roar. Nina was halfway there when it suddenly jumped from the cliff, landing between Elin and her dog.

Elin's headlamp illuminated the figure just as she realized it resembled a human but was much larger and taller. She had little time to absorb the sight before it lunged toward her. Adrenaline surged through her body—fight or flight? Fight. Elin fired another shot, hitting it somewhere in the midsection. It slowed, giving Elin time to draw her knife and kick off her cumbersome snowshoes.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward, letting out a primal scream, which startled the creature into stopping—seemingly astonished.

"I will fucking kill you!"

Elin yelled, and the creature began to circle her slowly. She mirrored its movements, growls and unsettling clicks emanating from the monster while Elin breathed heavily like a cornered animal.

In a dance of sorts, the creature attacked, but Elin jumped to the side, discovering a sharp pain spreading from a cut it inflicted on her side with some kind of blade.

Thinking quickly, she charged forward and leapt onto its back.

It thrashed beneath her while Elin wildly slashed with her knife, not fully aware of where she struck. She felt a thrill upon realizing she was injuring it, seeing green blood spray from her strikes.

Suddenly, the creature threw itself to the ground, pinning Elin between its weight and the snow. Something inside her snapped, and the air was forced from her lungs. Elin screamed, though only a strangled sound emerged. She gasped for breath as the monster lifted itself, realizing it had merely repositioned.

They locked eyes, and her headlamp illuminated a long, metallic face like a mask surrounded by tangled black curls. Elin shuddered as she heard it emit a malicious laugh while reaching for her face with claw-like hands. She had lost her knife and had no chance to shoot.

Elin was sure she would die when Nina suddenly leapt onto the creature, furiously biting and tugging at its curls. The beast bent down, attempting to shake off her companion.

Elin scrambled backward, grabbing her rifle. She quickly fired a shot that struck the creature directly in the face. It fell, but Elin didn’t want to wait to confirm if it was dead.

"Nina, come!"

She shouted, urging her dog to return as she dashed back the way they’d come. She heard Nina panting behind her as she ran through the forest, finally reaching the lake. Thanks to adrenaline, she had the strength to sprint back to her cabin. She fought against the fierce wind and snow that stung her eyes. But Elin didn’t care and burst into the cabin with Nina.

She locked the door behind her and leaned against it as she slid down to the floor. She removed her hat and balaclava, breathing heavily as pain coursed through her body—reminding her of the deep wound in her side and the fractured ribs.

"Damn it!"

Elin groaned as Nina pressed against her. She hugged her dog tightly, lifting her into her arms and burying her face in the dog’s furry neck. Elin sobbed quietly as Nina licked away her tears. Elin managed a weak smile, ruffling the fur of her beloved companion.

"We made it..."

She murmured to Nina, cupping the dog’s face to shower her with kisses. She glanced at the clock: 12:30. So much had happened since she had awoken on the couch, and now she sat in disbelief. The pain from her injuries reminded her she couldn't remain here, immobilized.

With a groan, she pushed herself up, wincing at the pain. Nina followed her anxiously as Elin moved to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed a Red Bull and tucked some tobacco under her lip. Stripping off her clothes down to her underwear, she headed to the bathroom with a Red Bull and the first-aid kit.

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Elin noticed she was relatively strong, with defined muscles. Examining the wound on her side, she observed two deep lacerations on her right side. Gently, she began cleaning the wound with saline, wincing as it stung. Next, she bandaged it as well as she could. For the broken ribs, there wasn’t much she could do except wrap an ice pack around them and take some ibuprofen.

When she finished, she downed the Red Bull and fed Nina. It felt surreal to engage in such normal activities after experiencing horrors. Elin laid down in her bed and stared up at the wooden ceiling. What had just happened? She didn’t want to dwell on whether she had killed the creature or not—she had shot it in the head! It had to be dead, right?

The sound of a snowmobile made Elin sit up. It must be Janne. She managed to pull on her jacket just as she heard knocking on the door. Elin unlocked it and cautiously looked outside. A cold breeze hit her face, causing her to shiver.

There stood hefty Janne, embarrassment flooding his face as he took in Elin's attire—just a jacket and underwear. Elin let out a short laugh.

"Hello,"

she said with a sigh as Janne opened his mouth only to be abruptly lifted off the ground by something on the roof. Elin stumbled backward in shock, hearing Janne’s short scream followed by a grotesque, wet thud that silenced his voice. She flinched as his now headless body thudded back to the ground.

Elin gasped, trying to regain her composure as she aimed to shut the door. Just before she could reach the handle, that creature leaped from the roof, landing in front of her.

She heard Nina barking and howling. Elin screamed, quickly retreating into the cabin's kitchen. Panic surged within her as she searched for a weapon. The first thing she grabbed was a knife from the kitchen counter.

She seized it just as the creature bent down, trying to enter the cabin. Its height forced it to crouch to avoid hitting the ceiling. Its massive body filled the hallway. For the first time, Elin got a clear look at the creature’s face.

It was horrific—sunken eyes in an elongated skull, a mouth like that of a spider, with frothy bubbles rising from its throat. Its jaws clicked oddly as it vibrated in her direction. Nina launched herself at the monster.

"NINA, NO!"

Elin screamed, witnessing her brave dog jump at the creature and bite into its arm. The beast hissed, seizing the dog and flinging her out through the kitchen window. The creature let out a hoarse roar and rushed toward Elin. She screamed back. With nothing left to lose, she charged at it with a knife raised. The monster grabbed her arm and slammed her down with its other hand.

Elin’s head spun, and she saw it bending down to look at her. Acting quickly, she kicked the monster in its head.

It bought her a second to sit up and swiftly crawl between its legs. She came up behind it, gripping her rifle.

She managed to turn around just as the creature pivoted to crush her with its foot.

Elin barely rolled away before its massive foot slammed down beside her. But she couldn’t react quickly enough to dodge the creature’s kick. Elin was hurled out through the door and landed hard in the snow. The biting cold stung against her bare legs, causing her to gasp. Blood filled her mouth, and Elin coughed as she struggled to sit up.

The monster moved toward her, and she could see its intent to kill.

She fumbled for her weapon, desperate to shoot, but her hands felt frozen.

Then, in her peripheral vision, Elin spotted Nina limping around the corner. The dog reacted instantly, charging once more at the monster.

This gave Elin the moment she needed to aim, and she fired a shot that struck the creature squarely in the chest. It released the dog, falling backward. Elin watched in horror as it thrashed, emitting wet, choking noises.

She stared in disbelief as Nina struggled onward toward her.

Elin rushed to grab her friend and held her tightly. It was then she felt Nina’s warm blood soaking into her clothes. Elin looked down, feeling a knot in her stomach. The creature had stabbed Nina multiple times. Tears filled her eyes as she realized Nina’s breaths were becoming labored. The dog looked up at her with love.

"No... Nina..."

Elin sobbed, opening her jacket to hold her beloved companion close. She felt the warmth of Nina’s blood trickling down her torso. Elin sat there for several minutes, ignoring the biting cold. She gently rocked back and forth as she cried. Everything hurt—she was sad, angry, and confused. A delicate layer of snowflakes fell as Elin heard footsteps crunching in the snow.

Slowly, she turned and saw two tall silhouettes emerging from the snowy mist. They resembled the creature she had just slain. She sobbed, not caring whether they had come to kill her. She had no one left to live for. The reindeer were dead; Nina was dying. All that remained was this ugly cabin.

Elin wasn’t afraid as they approached her, and she rose cautiously, still holding Nina.

The two creatures paused briefly. Elin glared at them coldly.

They drew nearer, and she could see they were even larger than the one she had just killed. But Elin no longer had the strength to fight. They could kill her if they wanted, but they didn’t act violently and simply walked past her. Elin observed as the two beings examined their fallen comrade.

They studied the body for a while, focusing on its wrist.

Elin felt helpless, merely watching.

After a moment, they straightened up, and she heard a beeping noise emanating from the dead monster's wrist gauntlet. The duo beckoned for her to follow.

They began to run, and Elin followed. They sprinted away from the cabin and the lake, down a slope, and towards a cluster of large boulders. Elin’s feet felt like ice cubes, and she winced as the pain in her injuries grew sharper with each step. Furthermore, she struggled to carry Nina’s lifeless body while running. Elin barely managed to hide behind the stone blocks just as the sound of an ear-splitting explosion echoed across the mountains and the ground trembled. Elin fell against the stone as she covered her ears.

She screamed but could not overpower the blast. A cloud of snow and debris enveloped her, and a brilliant blue light illuminated everything.

Within moments, it was over. However, the ringing in Elin's ears persisted as she rapidly hyperventilated. Confused, she looked at the two strange beings beside her. They sat silently, seemingly indifferent to the chaos unfolding. It was hard to tell since they wore those masks.

Desire for answers compelled Elin to stare desperately at them, but the two stood up, dusted off the snow, and moved on. Elin felt even more bewildered, following their lead and turning to gaze over the landscape, realizing all the trees had been blown away. The ground was charred and blackened while the remaining snow was filthy.

The air mixed smoke and snow, causing Elin to cough.

She turned to look at the alien pair.

The silence was pregnant with tension, and Elin could no longer hold her tongue.

"What are you?"

She asked, feeling foolish—how could she know they comprehended her language?

"Predators."

One of them responded in a deep, robotic voice. Elin couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry, to scream or stay quiet. All she knew was that one of their kind had utterly destroyed her life. Angrily, Elin began to rant about their role in her downfall and how much she hated them. Yet the aliens stood there, completely apathetic.

Her furious monologue was interrupted when one of the predators said,

"You will come with us."

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defying fate

a/n : love and deepspace au | reverse-harem | mature and explicit | MDNI — not for kids | lads boys x femreader | read at your own risk | story masterlist : love and deepspace

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CHAPTER 1 : INTRODUCTION

In the soft expanse of outer space—where cosmic dust twirls and galaxies sing ancient ballads—your tale starts.

You were a young woman with cosmic dust on your eyelashes and a core of gravitational pull. Not bound to Earth, not at home among the celestial bodies. The cosmos seemed too big yet somehow too nearby. You didn't look for romance—but the universe, in its wild poetry, had different ideas.

You knew you were different from the rest—constantly in search for answers, to know who you are, what you really are. That is why you became a hunter.

They met you when the stars were silent.

They started as outsiders, foes, partners, and rescuers.

You stood out in their calculations, the pulse between their instincts and computer programs

And — gently —they started to revolve around you.

Because in the silence between stars, the only sound louder than war... was the sound of hearts falling—again and again—for you.

And somewhere between danger and desire, between secrets and stardust, you’ll have to choose :

Who do you anchor your heart to…

And who do you set free to burn?

Or will you be greedy and have them all to yourself?

a/n : just a short one. next ones will be long i promise. also, i know there's going to be loopholes, so i just winged this shit and went with the flow of my thoughts.

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Mission Gone Wrong

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A/N; Coming back to retry this one after I abandoned the idea months ago :’) got some random motivation!! Also gonna preface this by saying I did in fact make up the first planet <3

Art credit to @/KasiopeaArt

Summary; Your mission for the resistance goes south, so you and Ben have to find a way to escape the First Order.

Content; Jedi/resistance AU, Ben Solo never turned AU, Jedi reader, Jedi Ben, running from the space cops, you get injured, Ben patches you up, saving two kids, Ben has the Solo Sass™️, piloting the Falcon :), Jedi rules be damned I’m gonna make them kiss, Ben’s family dynamic, Ben’s a mama’s boy, his parents love you, fun shenanigans, fluff

Wc; 7k

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“Stop! In the name of the First Order!”

The sun blazes above you, the sky a perfect blue with no clouds in sight—a contrast to the chaos happening below. The pound of your boots against cobblestone and the rapid beating of your heart fills your ears. Your breath comes in short, quick pants, your lungs burning as you try to suck in air while you run. The crowded streets of the Sandura trader outpost don’t make it easy. You dodge and weave between civilians, shouting excuse me’s and sorry’s every other second; you know that more than a few of them cuss you out in native tongues you don’t quite understand.

You spare a glance to your right, making sure that Ben is still keeping up. You’ve always been faster than him, more agile and lithe, so you have to be mindful that you don’t leave him behind. But you have no reason to worry because he’s right there with you, running just as quick from your pursuers. You can hear the heavy, plastic clanks of the Stormtrooper armor that slows them down as they chase after you. They’re too close for it to be comfortable but luckily the streets have too many civilians packed in them that they aren’t stupid enough to open fire.

Or so you’d think. With all of the commotion, people naturally move out of the way. They tuck into corners, squeeze under shop awnings, innocently clearing the path so they don’t get trampled. In doing so, they make you an easy target. You yelp as the first blaster shot is fired, wizzing right past your head and finding purchase in the corner of a building you run past.

“This is not how this was supposed to go!” Ben shouts, sweat trailing down the side of his face. His Jedi robes flutter behind him with his movements, both of your cloaks that were meant to conceal you long lost and forgotten.

“You think?!” You yell back, teeth gritting together from your annoyance. This mission was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be easy. You were just going to set up a fuel trade with one of the bosses stationed in the outpost, pick up some extra ship parts on the way since stocks are running low. You have those at least, they slam into your side with every step you take as the bag you carry jostles about. The fuel tanks on the other hand…

The boss you had been meeting with, Kaijat, turned out to be a slimy two-facer who sold you out to the ones who offered him more credits. That naturally happened to be the First Order, their desire to eradicate the Jedi and the Resistance knowing no bounds. You and Ben had barely escaped from Kaijat’s facility before Stormtroopers circled the whole place, trying to trap you inside and imprison you. Your lightsabers had come in handy. You cursed yourself over and over for not being able to tell Kaijat’s true intentions, for not being able to see how he was going to betray you. You’d made deals with him before, you thought it would be fine. You should’ve known better—nobody can be trusted for very long anymore, if at all.

You’re ripped from your thoughts by searing pain in your left arm, a choked and startled yell coming from your throat as your running falters. A blaster shot went clean through, cutting about an inch into your shoulder. The outer layers are automatically cauterized but the deeper layers begin to bleed generously, crimson running down your skin and staining the whites of your robes. There’s a feeling of worry that blossoms at the forefront of your mind, and you know that it’s Ben with the way he shouts your name. Your bond connects you in a way that allows you to feel what the other feels, see what the other sees. You reassure him through that bond that you’re fine. You’ve had worse.

You channel your pain to your fingertips, calling the Force to you as you abruptly stop and turn. You use the Force like a second set of hands, digging its fingers into the cobblestone and cement below you, ripping it up and curving it into a sort of wall to create an obstacle that’ll buy you more time. You’ve always been more attuned to the physical aspects of the Force, using the objects and earth around you to your advantage. Ben is much better with the psychological aspects, easily being able to see into the thoughts and feelings of anyone he desires. That’s why you make such a great pair.

You both keep running, not wasting a second of the time that distraction has given you. Though you don’t look back, you know the Stormtroopers are already squeezing around the wall you made. You can tell by the way their blasters keep firing.

“This way!” You say, grabbing Ben and making a sharp left. You skid against the ground from your speed, accidentally banging your injured shoulder into the wall and leaving a smear of blood. You try to ignore the wave of nausea.

The new path seems promising, perhaps even having a way out of the outpost. Until you see the wall ahead begin to close in and you curse more than a few times. “No, no, no! Shit!” You snap. You and Ben slow your pace, coming upon a dead end. A death sentence. You beat a fist against the brick like that’ll do anything while Ben runs his hands along it like there’s a secret button you’re missing that’ll magically open it up. There’s nobody else around, nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go. You look up, trying to calculate how difficult it’d be to just scale the damn thing. There’s barely any footholds so you’d most likely just slip and bust your ass. Your hand begins to reach towards your lightsaber as the sounds of the Stormtroopers get nearer.

“Hey! Jedi! Over here!” A voice whisper shouts to you. You whirl around, searching for it. Ben does the same. “Look down!”

You do what it says and see a manhole cover lifted up by tiny hands, an equally tiny face poking out from between the gap. It’s a child, a young girl. “Follow me! They won’t find you down here!” She urges. The shouts and footsteps are getting closer. “Come on!”

You don’t give yourself a second to hesitate, forcing Ben along with you. You’re already in deep shit, you don’t think this’ll make it any worse. You both jump down into the manhole, the kid then dragging the cover back to its original resting spot so that anyone above ground is none the wiser. Just in time too, because you hear the Stormtroopers just above you, entering into that alley you were trapped in seconds before.

Looking around, you’re surprised by what you see. Somebody’s made a comfy living space of underground tunnels, outfitted with mismatching furniture like couches and chairs and tables, scraps of rugs and carpet covering the stone floors, pieces of drapes and paper clippings glued to the walls. There’s cozy lights strung along the seams of the curved ceiling, bathing the tunnels in a warm glow.

“What is this?” Ben mutters, eyes going every which way just like yours.

“Welcome to the tunnels of Sandura! Or home, as we like to call it.” The little girl from before is in front of you now, a big smile on her face. She looks to be eight. Her brown hair is messy and sticks up in all different directions, her face has smears of soot on it that hides her freckles, and her abnormally green eyes shimmer with childlike mischief. Her clothes are torn at their edges, like they’ve been worn generously or found in a trash heap.

You lift a brow. “We?”

The girl turns to shout down the tunnels. “Shamar!” There’s a pause and then the sound of little footsteps before a boy appears, looking to be only a year or two younger than the girl. You can see in their faces how they’re related, same round cheeks and pointed ears and sloped eyes. Their differences lie in the boy’s black hair, though it’s just as messy as his sister’s, and in his blue eyes.

“This is Shamar, my younger brother. I’m Almae. We’ve been living in these tunnels for years.” She says it proudly. You can tell the boy is the more nervous one of the pair as he looks you and Ben over with scrutiny. He hangs farther back, letting his sister lead the charge.

“Where’s your parents?” You can’t help but ask. You don’t sense any other life forms within the tunnels save for some rats maybe, but no people.

“They’ve been gone for a while. It’s just us now.” Shamar says it like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Ben’s eyes narrow. He’s always so skeptical, you can feel his suspicion through your bond like it’s your own. “Why’d you save us?”

“We don’t like the First Order none, either. We know you Jedi folk, you go around the galaxy helping people and such.” Almae says, nodding to herself. “So we wanted to ask you to help us. We’ll take you through the tunnels and get you out of the city as long as you promise to take us back with ya.”

You’ll admit that’s not exactly what you expected. What you did expect was for them to ask for credits or ship parts they could resell, it’s what everybody’s after these days. That’s why you don’t like going on missions very much, you have a bad habit of coming back with empty pockets. At least when Ben joins you, he keeps that from happening.

“How do we know you’re not going to sell us out?” Ben demands, immediately going on the defensive from already being double-crossed once today.

You tug on his sleeve, pulling him to the side. “Ben, relax. They’re children.” You whisper.

“Children can still be convinced with the right amount of credits.” He retorts. “I’m trying to not get us captured.”

You roll your eyes. “I appreciate it, but read the two of them. Do they seem malicious to you?”

He hesitates, looking back at the siblings. You feel how his Force reaches out, roaming over their minds in a way that’ll leave them none the wiser. Through your bond, you’re able to get what he’s sensing. There’s no secret motive, no evil desire. It’s just hope, anticipation, and a desire for freedom, for something more than this. They just want out, they want to get away from the back-breaking jobs they had to take to scrape by, from the adults who yell at them for doing something wrong. They want to get away from always having to steal their next meal and living in the dark of the tunnels where they can’t see the sky. You feel a strong pang of sympathy in your chest, and you know Ben experiences the same.

You turn towards the kids, you crouch down to their level. Shamar shies away behind his sister, still eyeing you suspiciously. Good instincts on him. You hold out your pinky. “You pinky promise you’ll get us out of here?”

Almae grins, interlocking her little pinky with yours. “Pinky promise!”

“Alright,” you smile, “lead the way.”

Almae squeals. “Shamar! Go get your bag!” She tells her brother, shoving him towards one of the offshoot tunnels. Their bedroom, if you had to guess.

“I hope we don’t regret this.” Ben mutters once they’re gone, arms crossed over his chest.

“C’mon, they’re so cute.” You tease, nudging him. “How could we say no?” There’s a quirk of a smile from him and you know you’ve won. You always do.

Shamar and Almae come hurrying back a minute later, each with a heavy satchel slung over their shoulders. They’re full of any belongings they feel they can’t leave behind, like mementos from their parents, books, little trinkets and toys, and a few pairs of clothes. Everything else will stay behind in the tunnels, waiting for the next person to discover.

“Let’s go!” Almae says excitedly. You give her a nod, telling her to go ahead. She grabs her brothers hand and begins to walk, you and Ben following dutifully behind.

The further you get from the main living space, the darker it becomes. There’s the occasional overhead light or cracks in the foundation above luckily making your path more visible. The kids seem to know exactly where they’re going, probably traveling these tunnels hundreds of times over and using them to escape from the authorities trying to capture them for stealing. You admire their resourcefulness, even though kids shouldn’t have to live this way.

“How’s your arm?” Ben mutters to you after a while of walking in silence.

The pain had dulled, instead becoming a constant throbbing you could ignore. You’d basically forgotten about it. “I’m fine. I’ll patch it up when we get back to the Falcon.”

“Are you sure?” He presses. “I don’t want you passing out on me again.”

You groan. “That was only one time!” You laugh at the memory, even though it definitely wasn’t funny for Ben. You can tell by the way he scowls. It’d been an exploratory mission, scoping out a new planet and seeing what the resistance could make of it. You’d gotten yourself injured by one of the creatures inhabiting it and you’d brushed off your wounds until you’d passed out from blood loss. Ben had nearly had a heart attack, then having to drag your body over rough terrain and back to the ship. You’d done his chores back at Luke’s academy for a month to apologize. Besides that, he’s always been so concerned about you, acting like a mother hen with the way he frets. You certainly don’t do him any favors by constantly diving headfirst into danger. “I’m fine, I promise. You’ll be the first to know if I start feeling lightheaded.”

The siblings take a final left before Almae is shouting back at you because you’d fallen a bit behind. “We’re here! Come on, slow pokes!”

You hurry along, coming to a ladder that leads all the way up to another manhole cover. Almae climbs first with Ben right behind in case there’s danger above ground. Shamar follows, and you bring up the rear. The cover is shoved aside by Almae, the thing screeching in protest, and you have to squint your eyes as unfiltered sunlight pours in to the dark tunnels. The others climb out and you don’t hear any shouts of Stormtroopers or blasters going off so you assume it’s safe. Ben gives you a hand to help you and you gladly take it to relieve your bad arm of the strain.

Coming out of the tunnels, you immediately look around to get your bearings. It seems the path you followed brought you right to the outer border of the outpost, the wall of it standing tall directly behind you. In front of you stretches the lush jungle forest that makes Sandura what it is. The trees stretch to the skies, covered in moss and lichen, animals of all kinds roaming freely amongst the leaves above and underbrush below. Within that forest is where the Millennium Falcon waits for you, and that’s where you now head.

You and Ben take the lead this time, keeping the two kids between you to both protect them and keep an eye on them. You follow the invisible string of the Force that connects you to the Falcon, helping you find it within the massive jungle. You’d parked the ship far, far from the outpost, away from any sensors or prying eyes. It was common practice for people like you, to trek practically halfway across a planet because you couldn’t risk your ship being spotted. Especially something like Han Solo’s Falcon, just about everyone in the galaxy knew about that thing. The only reason Ben’s father had allowed you to use it today was the premise of getting in and out fast, something his ship was an expert in. Ben had sat through a multitude of rules and threats from Han, something that happened any time he was allowed to use his father’s ship. Ben swore up and down that Han loved the Falcon more than him, and sometimes you couldn’t help but think he’s right.

Honestly, you can’t blame Han either as you come upon the ship tucked into the forest. It really is a gorgeous piece of work; it looks at home between the vibrant greens of the bushes and trees. It’s huge, and the dappled sunlight reflects beautifully off its shiny silver exterior. Han takes such good care of it nowadays, showing it more attention as both of them have climbed in age. There’s not a scratch or dent on it, not a wire or panel out of place. You can’t recall how many conversations you’ve had with Han about the Millennium Falcon, how many hours you’ve spent talking and talking about all the intricacies of the ship—even when Ben would beg you to stop so he wouldn’t have to listen to his father drone on anymore. You’ve loved flight crafts ever since you were a child, there’s always something new to learn and they feel so powerful under your hands. You take to tinkering with your X-wing whenever you have free time, seeing what you can possibly improve and fix. You and Ben are some of the best pilots to come out of the Jedi academy, even rivaling Poe who’s more than happy to challenge either of you.

It seems Almae and Shamar share in your awe of the Falcon, both of their heads tilting all the way back to try and take in the whole thing. It’s impossible, you know that because you did the same when you were a kid seeing it for the first time. Even now in your late twenties, you’re still finding out new things about the ship.

“I didn’t know they were this big!” Almae exclaims, immediately running beneath the kickstands holding up the ship, twisting her body every which way in an attempt to look at it all with wide eyes.

“You’ll see much bigger ones when we get back to base.” Ben tells them, hitting the button to lower to ramp. “Come on.”

The siblings don’t hesitate to rush past him into the ship and you laugh as pure fear crosses over his face. “Don’t touch anything!” He shouts after them, hurrying the rest of the way inside. You follow behind, doing him a favor and shutting the ramp since he’s busy corralling two kids as they try to run this way and that. More laughter bubbles out of you and tears prick your eyes while you watch him, your poor, dear Ben so frazzled by a pair of children.

He finally gets them to sit down on the main couch that’s curved against the wall, then tightly securing the seatbelts over them so they can’t escape. Almae and Shamar pout. “That’s not going to work on me.” Ben tells them sternly. “I’m not risking my dad tearing me a new one because you two want to go exploring. Now just sit there and… I don’t know, play dejarik or something.” He clicks on the table in front of the couch, the holographic board game coming to life.

“You think they’ll know anything about that game? I can’t even understand it.” You mutter to him as you head towards the cockpit. The kids seem fascinated enough by the moving creatures at least.

“I know, it makes it very easy for me to beat you.” He says with a knowing smirk. You punch his shoulder.

There’s a familiar beeping and the sound of rolling metal as your droid, BB-3, comes from around the corner. You had left him behind in the ship both to avoid obvious suspicion and so that he could keep a robotic eye on it. “Hey buddy, you miss me?” You say affectionately, crouching down to run a hand along the top of his head. You love your droid, he’s been with you for years after you’d found him stuck in a garbage chute on some nowhere planet where he was going to be scrapped for parts. You cleaned him up and he’s never left your side since.

He notices the injury on your arm, one of his compartments opening to reveal the spare medical supplies you keep inside him in case of an emergency. You smile. “Aw, thanks bud but I’ll patch myself up in a bit. We need to get out of here first.” He beeps at you, rolling back and forth once.

He follows you to the cockpit where Ben’s already waiting, flipping switches and pressing buttons that have the Falcon roaring to life. You hear the kids shouts of excitement as everything powers on. “They’re fun.” You say with a laugh as you sink into the copilot’s chair.

“Uh huh.” Ben mutters. He grips the controls in his big hands, steadying the ship as it lifts off the ground. He keeps it low until you’re even farther from the outpost, not wanting to risk anything after you’d already been chased by Stormtroopers. They’ll be looking for you, for the Falcon. Once he thinks it’s safe, he brings the ship up, up, up into the atmosphere while you prepare the hyperdrive without him even having to ask. You’ve flown together enough times to know the sequence. You’ll jump to hyperspace in order to get away from Sandura, and then travel normally the rest of the way back to D’Qar in order to not blow all the fuel reserves.

You grip the chair under you as space around the viewport begins to blur, turning different shades of blue and white. You both get pushed back into your seats when the ship successfully makes the jump, speeding across the galaxy.

“What’s all that?”

You and Ben startle at the sound of the voice, turning to see Shamar peering at the control panel from between your chairs. “How did you- where’s your sister?” Ben demands, struggling to look at the kid and also keep his focus on controlling the Falcon.

Shamar shrugs. “I dunno, looking at some turret type thing.”

You and Ben both look at each other with wide, fearful eyes. The laser cannons. You’re out of your seat immediately, running across the ship and into the sectioned off compartment that houses the guns. Almae is indeed in there, about to touch the controls before you lift her by the armpits and yank her out of the chair. She yells in protest, thrashing her arms about. She manages to wheel back a fist that smacks your open wound, making you hiss and nearly drop her from the wave of nausea and pain you get. You set her roughly on the ground, your free hand coming up to clasp your injury as you wince. You feel fresh blood on your palm.

Almae instantly stops, body language changing as guilt sweeps over her. “I’m.. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. You- you just startled me is all. I just wanted to look around.” Her eyes are so big, so scared. “Please don’t take us back! I didn’t mean to hit ya, I swear!”

You can practically taste her fear on your tongue from how much it swells, how obvious it is across the Force. She truly thinks you’d take her and her brother back to Sandura and turn them in, leave them to sit in a jail all over again. You sigh, using your breathing to get past the pain. You guide her back to the main room where Sharma is waiting, sitting her down on the couch. She’s crying, small body shuttering as she sniffles.

“Hey, hey, listen to me.” You say softly, trying to get that strong girl you saw before to come back. She seems to calm a bit when she realizes you’re not angry, finally meeting your gaze. “It’s okay. But we told you not to move from these seats, that was for your own safety and ours. If you messed with something you shouldn’t have, it could’ve gotten us detected by the First Order or messed with the ship. We brought you both here to help you so we expect you to respect us and follow the rules we give you, alright?” You’re honest with her, but not cruel. You know that’s what children need to be able to understand, and Almae seems to get it. She nods, wiping stubbornly at her tears with a fist.

“M’sorry.” She mumbles. “I really didn’t mean it.”

“I know you didn’t. It’s okay, Almae. You’re not in trouble. We’re not going to take you back.” You say, putting a comforting hand on her head. Besides, doing that would only get your own selves arrested. “You’ll get a tour of the Falcon sometime later, I promise.” She perks up at the sound of that, nodding. You buckle her and her brother in a second time and they seem like they won’t be making any moves to escape again.

BB-3 beeps at you when you turn around, concerned by the new blood on your arm. “Yeah, yeah, I got it.” You mutter, going to plop yourself onto one of the bunks built into the wall, a heavy sigh leaving you. It’s time to finally patch yourself up, you suppose. The Falcon shudders as it comes out of hyperspace and you feel some tension release from your muscles. You’re grateful nothing decided to chase after you from Sandura.

You take one of the med kits and settle it next to you, popping it open and grabbing what you’ll need. Wipes, anti-bacterial, gauze. From BB-3 you take your small canister of bacta, something you keep hidden because of how precious it is. You begin to try and clean yourself of your blood, finding it a little difficult because of the angle. You run through more than a few wipes, leaving them stained red and scattered around you.

You’re about to try and apply the anti-bacterial before a large, warm hand encompasses yours. You look up to see Ben leaning over you, your eyes meeting. “Let me do it.” He says softly. Your faces are so close you can’t help but reach forward and kiss the corner of his mouth, making him smile. You always love his smile, the way his dimples show.

“I can handle it, Ben.” You say with a good-natured huff. “Don’t you have to go pilot?”

“It’s on auto. You’ve always sucked at bandaging injuries, just let me.” He insists. You roll your eyes, slapping the anti-bacterial into his waiting, open palm. Amusement twinkles in his eyes because he knows you always end up giving in. It’s true, you do suck at bandaging injuries because your hands aren’t careful enough for it, nor are you meticulous enough. You only are when it comes to a ship, something you can’t kill. Ben has always been more of the medic between the two of you—he has to be with the way you are—always taking such care when it comes to you.

He sits next to you on the bunk, making you scoot over to accommodate his huge frame. When cleaning your wound, he becomes so concentrated, his brows furrowing in the way you like with a slight crease to the side of his mouth. You wince as the anti-bacterial stings and he mutters out an apology, too focused for anything else. You know he’ll give you plenty of kisses for it later though, he always does. Ben coats the strips of gauze in bacta and then wraps them around your arm, not too tight and not too loose. Perfect, just like his dressings always are.

As you suspected, he takes you into his arms and kisses you plenty once he’s done. Your cheeks, your nose, your lips. He’s generous in his attention and love, the happy and gentle emotions filtering through your bond to match. It has you smiling like an idiot. When he’s satisfied, he lays back in the bunk, sitting against the wall with you between his legs. That’s when it hits you both, how tired you are. All the fighting and running, all the stress and anger, and now bringing along two kids. You look over and find the siblings asleep in their seats, heads lolling to the side. You want to follow them, want to just fall asleep in Ben’s lap. He’s so warm, and his robes are so comfortable. Easy to wrap yourself in and ignore the outside world.

But you know you can’t, you have to stay alert in case something happens, and Ben will have to get back to piloting soon. So you settle for sitting there and enjoying the way he holds you, because that’s always been more than enough.

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You must’ve dozed off despite your efforts because when your eyes are opening again, Ben is gone and you can feel that the Falcon is being lowered to the ground with the way it shakes and the sounds of it powering down. You sit up with a small grumble, wiping sleep from your eyes. Your legs ache in protest when you stand, exhaustion still weighing heavy on your body.

Almae and Shamar are up now too, shaking in their seats from excitement. Ben appears from the cockpit, having successfully parked and turned off the ship. He comes over to you, brushing some of your tussled hair from your forehead. “Did you sleep well?” He teases. You have half the mind to punch him again.

You settle for sticking your tongue out instead, then brushing past him to release the kids. You unbuckle their seatbelts and they immediately jump off the couch, clutching their bags against themselves. “I want you two to stick close to me, okay? There’s going to be a lot of new people and things to see. I don’t want you to get lost.” You say, holding your hands out so the kids take them. You’re glad when they oblige you, their tiny hands fitting snugly into yours.

Ben leads the way, once again pressing that button to release the ramp hatch. As it lowers, bright sunlight filters in and the fresh, damp air of D’Qar fills your nostrils.

There’s a crowd of people waiting when you exit the ship—resistance pilots welcoming you back, engineers already inspecting for repairs, captains and generals waiting for reports. It’s nothing unusual, it’s something that happens just about every time you two make a return. The rebellion hold the Jedi in such high regard that they always have to get some sort of glimpse of you, to see what you’ve been able to accomplish. You were right in taking Almae and Shamar’s hands because you can feel the way they startle and tense, too many sights and sounds coming at them. They shy away from the crowd, instead trying to hide behind you and BB-3 where it’s safe.

People begin to disperse within the minute, most having seen what they needed to see—that the two Jedi made it back alive. The rest of them part when the general comes through, her familiar gold-plated companion right behind her. Ben’s attention immediately shifts, and you smile knowingly.

“Welcome home, son.” Leia says fondly, having to reach up to cup Ben’s cheek in a weathered hand even after he tries to lean down for her. She tucks a strand of his black hair behind his big ears out of habit, even though he hates it. He’s always been self conscious about his ears despite how much you love them.

He huffs. “Thanks, mom.”

She chuckles, looking around him to greet you as well. You dip your head towards her with respect. “So, how did things go?” She asks.

You wince. “Well…”

“Kaijat betrayed us. He sold us out to the First Order, we almost got captured.” Ben’s words are blunt, his expression stony. He always gets that way when giving a mission report; he learned from his mother.

Leia curses under her breath. She seems troubled for only a moment before it disappears, a sigh leaving her. She’s always so put together, something you’ve admired about her ever since you were a kid. “There goes that, then. Did you manage to get anything? Were either of you hurt? Were you followed?”

“I got some of the ship repair parts you were wanting.” You say, motioning to the satchel you have slung over your shoulder. “I got shot in the arm, but it’s nothing too bad. Ben patched me up, of course.” Leia nods along with that, a twinkle in her eye, knowing exactly how her son takes care of you.

“And no, we weren’t followed. It’s all thanks to these two that we were able to escape.” You pull the siblings out from behind you, then holding them against you so they don’t scamper off. “It’s okay, guys. This is Leia, Ben’s mom and the leader of the resistance. She’s a powerful lady.”

Leia smiles, immediately softening. “And who are you?” She asks, trying to meet their eye level as best she can.

The kids are clearly too stunned to speak, making you laugh. It’s a big difference from how they were when you first met them. “C’mon, it’s alright. Introduce yourselves.” You whisper.

“I- I’m Almae and… and this is Shamar, my little brother.” Almae says, swallowing down her fear.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Almae.” Leia says, holding out a hand for her to shake. Almae hesitates for just a second before breaking into a smile and taking the hand. Leia does the same for her brother. “And Shamar. Now tell me, how’d you save these two delinquents of mine?” Ben rolls his eyes.

“We lived in the tunnels at Sandura, ya see, and the First Order had been there for a while. We don’t like them none, they’re all hoity toity and mean. They almost got us a few times when we were trying to get food.” Almae says, more than happy to launch into a story. She becomes much more open and expressive as she talks. “So we hear all this commotion above us one mornin’, all this shoutin’ and stompin’. I go to try and see what it is and it’s a pair of Jedi! They were running from the Order so I figured I’d help ‘em escape when they got stuck. We went through the tunnels and those stupid Troopers had no idea. Then the nice lady let us on the big ship. The big guy was kinda mean though.”

Ben glowers. “Why you-“

You smack a hand against his chest and he grumbles, crossing his arms. Leia laughs. “Well, aren’t you two brave? I have to thank you for saving the both of them. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to them.” She says earnestly. There’s a warm feeling that builds in your chest from her words, and you know Ben experiences the same. “I think you’ll fit right in here.”

“Really? We get to stay?” Sharma says, big eyes hopeful.

“Of course you do. We have a place for children just like you where it’s safe. C-3PO, give them a little tour of the place, will you? I’ll come find you in a bit.” Leia says, turning to the droid who’d been happily engaging in some type of conversation with BB-3.

“Oh, certainly general.” He teeters forward on his stiff legs, waving his arms at the kids. Almae looks overjoyed. You can already tell she has the heart of a mechanic in her, just like you. “Pleasure to meet you, I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. Please, follow me this way.”

The kids seem hesitant, instinctively looking back at you. You smile. “Go on. It’s safe here, everyone’s a friend. Just make sure to stay with the droid so you don’t get lost, okay?” You lean in to whisper, “and ask him stupid questions. He loves those.” The siblings grin impishly at you.

“You’ll come visit us, won’t you?” Shamar asks, tugging on the hem of your robes.

“Yeah, of course we will. Once you get all settled.” You promise, patting him on the back. You watch as they hurry to catch up to C-3PO; it wasn’t too hard, he doesn’t move all that fast.

“They’ll have to be transferred to one of our more remote civilization bases. This one is too dangerous and open to have children on it.” Leia says once they’re gone, both hands resting on her cane.

You sigh. “I figured. I just didn’t have the heart to tell them.” Ben’s hand finds yours, a small comfort.

“There you are!”

All three of you jolt at the sound of Han’s voice as he comes up to you with long strides, Chewie right behind him. “I was wondering when you’d come back with her.” He says to Ben, meaning the Millennium Falcon. “No issues with her, right?”

Ben sighs, automatically knowing what his father would say to him. “No, dad. Nothing happened to your precious ship.”

Han nods. “Good. Chewie and I are gonna head out for a bit. We’ll keep in touch.”

“Sure you will.” Leia mutters.

Han is about to walk up the ramp past you when he stops. “Hey, kid.”

“Hey, Han.”

“How ya been?”

You shrug. “I’ve been alright. Doing the usual.”

He nods again. “Good to hear. I’ll see ya later.” He points at Ben. “Keep that boy out of trouble.”

You can’t help the small smile on your face. Ben’s parents accepted the fact that you two were inseparable a long time ago, and they know you don’t really go anywhere without the other. Not if you can help it, at least. “I will, Han.”

When Chewie walks by, he ruffles both you and Ben’s hair with a big, furry paw—his own way of saying hello. You laugh while Ben groans, immediately trying to fix the mess. Then Chewie and Han are gone, disappearing into the Falcon and getting it powered up. That’s typically how your interactions with Ben’s father and his companion go, always short and sweet because Han is always on his way to do something, to go annoy someone in some part of the galaxy.

Leia just shakes her head. When she moves past you, she puts a gentle hand against your bandaged wound. “I want you to go see the medic when you can, dear.”

“I will, Mrs. Organa, don’t worry.” You reassure her. “Ben won’t leave me alone until I do.” She seems satisfied with that.

“Oh, and Luke wants you two to contact him within the next few days. He may ask for your return to Ossus. I believe he has some things to discuss, but it didn’t seem like there was a big rush.” She says. You and Ben share a look, wondering what your Master would have to say. You’re both too exhausted to care about it right now though. “I’ll leave you both to it. But do stop by tomorrow morning to give a full report, hm?”

“Sure, mom. We’ll see you then.” Ben says, generously leaning down again so Leia could give him a little peck on the cheek and hold him close.

She takes a few extra seconds than necessary, Ben beginning to squirm in her grasp. She sighs after finally letting him go. “I’m glad you both made it back safely. I didn’t realize how dangerous things have become. We may have to rethink how we go about negotiations so this doesn’t happen again.”

“We’ll figure it out, we always do.” You try to reassure her, even though you’re feeling doubtful yourself. The First Order is expanding, taking more planets, spreading their control.

Leia hums in agreement, trying to keep up some semblance of optimism. “I’ll have to speak to Luke, he needs to make his move. That means you both will need to be on alert.” She says, tone heavy. She waves a hand suddenly, shaking her head. “We’ll worry about it tomorrow, you two don’t need to listen to me trying to figure out a war right now. Go rest up. I need to make sure C-3PO and those kids didn’t get into any trouble.”

“Good idea.” Ben mutters, knowing those kids are probably trying to get into all kinds of mischief.

With a final goodbye, you two and Leia are going your separate ways. You stretch your arms above your head, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin. “Now let’s go get something to eat, please, my stomach is digesting itself. I hope they still have some of those sandwiches I like.” You say, practically drooling at the thought of those tasty sandwiches they serve in the cafeteria.

Ben scoffs. “This late in the afternoon? You’re dreaming.”

“Don’t ruin it for me.” You groan.

Even without the sandwiches, as long as you get some type of decent food, you’ll be okay. As long as Ben is with you, you’ll be okay. You know that you’ll both grab a meal together, you’ll sit side by side, never seperated. You know that when you’re done, you’ll both find somewhere quiet, preferably bathed in sunlight, you’ll curl up together looking like two puzzle pieces, and you’ll sleep for as long as you want. Because it’s what you always do, and because you earned it.

[honey-milk-depresso]

dating HCs for Clotted Cream and Stardust Cookie?

CRK Dating HCS with Clotted Cream and Stardust!

Clotted Cream Cookie

He’s a sucker for classy, candlelit dinner dates, so he would definitely do that with you.

He’d probably sneak the two of you out of the convocation building to the garden outside, to the place he usually goes to have time for himself.

Clotted Cream hopes you like it, he consulted with Financier to set up a nice spot with crisp white tablecloth with gold linen and fancy blue cushioned chairs to keep you comfy there. The waterfalls that forms streams of burbles as it travels along its bed, bubbling over rocks and branches behind you, the cream white pillars standing in peaceful silence and blue birds that fly around and watch the two of you on your date as the warm candles around you create the romantic atmosphere that he wants to create.

Of course being the gentleman he is, he pulls your chair for you and lets you sit down first with that charming and charismatic smile of his. His heart however is thumping so fast out of anxiety. He knows he’s got nothing to fear, but he just doesn’t want to screw up anything.

The date is quiet and peaceful, with playful banter between you two, Clotted Cream sliding a little flirty and respectful compliment here and there as the two of you laugh gently and quietly into the night, his hand on top of yours.

Top quality food is what you deserve! Clotted Cream prepared a wide variety of food for you both: with a high tea set, served on fancy plates and made by the top chefs of the Creme Republic. It’s only natural, after all.

Clotted Cream can’t help but smile warmly (or like a lovestruck idiot-) as you laughed at his joke quietly and sweetly with that beautiful smile of yours, the candles illuminating your presence in a warm glow like the angelic being you are to him. <3

Stardust Cookie

He planned a date with you across the cosmos, no surprise, but with a twist.

Stardust wanted to impress you (or at least show that he’s trying his best here) and took time to learn about Earthbread-bound concepts into the date, to make it more ✨romantic✨.

Obviously, it’s his first time even having any sort of outing with one cookie, and you’re just so important to him he’s nervous maybe he’ll flunk it. He’s foreign to this concepts and he’s scared but he wants to show he loves you dearly.

With the help of Milky Way, Space Doughnut, Gingerbrave and Friends, Stardust managed to put together a picnic for you outer space on a planet he used to find solitude in, but now he has someone to be with him and that somebody is you. He’s pretty much only got Earthbread snacks (and stuff Space Doughnut likes) and was pretty nervous whether you’ll judge him for his choices, or that they are even good in the first place. Of course, you reassure him that you’re having a wonderful time, it’s true! As the two of you enjoy the cosmos from your view, leaning your head on his shoulder and in a warm embrace.

Alternatively, it’s another candlelit dinner date but in Milky Way’s Express Train! She decided to go off duty for the day, just for you two! Stardust is immensely grateful for her help, and she and Space Doughnut acts as his two wingmen for the whole date as caterer and also the driver, Milky Way we still need you to operate this train-

Space Doughnut serves you every Earthbread food Gingerbrave and friends recommend, and just for you two they resist eating any of them although you two definitely gave them some food to share which they were happy about.

You and Spacedust look out to the window, the moving train showing breathtaking landscapes of the cosmos, galaxies swirling with such sparkle and glamour as he holds your hand in his. He briefly turns back to you, seeing you face the window with a peaceful smile before you turned to face him when you felt him staring and smiled back at him sweetly. His heart melts as he smiled back. <3

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