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The indomitable Human Spirit

Word Count: 5733 CW: Death, Abduction (alien kind) (ask to tag any others) HUGE thanks to Howl for helping me out with the first few drafts. Docs for your eyes

Act 1: Abduction

Within a small apartment near the Franklin D. Roosevelt park, Lucia was getting things ready for her daily commute to the University of Southern California. Her packing order was easy and simple: a notebook to write things down quickly, her old Dell laptop that she inherited from her older brother, a big bottle of water so there would be no need to buy more, and lastly, four facemasks. After all, the pandemic has been going rampant.

The apartment was just large enough to fit her and her bed in it. Everything was cramped. The TV that was there was a housewarming gift, and it almost hit its sides on the bedroom walls. Lucia’s college was closed due to the pandemic, but recently an email had rolled out with the warning that classes would slowly be rolled back in with less students. That got her excited; she didn’t bust her ass to get that scholarship to study from home! Before getting ready to head out a call arrived from a friend of hers.

— Hey Lulu, we��re headed to the starbucks near the college, you wanna meet us there? — The question came from Ash, one of the few people in a group that Lucia liked to interact with. Before she could answer Ash piped up again, — don’t worry, we’ll pay for you. — This mentioning felt rude to Lucia. She assumed Ash meant nothing by it, but it felt very rude.

This did, however, go well into Lucia’s plan. The Starbucks near the college had the most beautiful barista that she had ever seen; their eyes were green like moss, which is something she kept to herself. Even if she found everything beautiful, calling someone’s eyes moss colored could be considered rude.

Putting on her best clothes she made an effort to hide the wear and tear with her older brother’s hoodie; the zipper was banged up but it wasn’t cold enough where it needed to be closed. The day outside was beautiful, the clouds hiding most of the sky but Lucia liked it that way. The cool breeze rushing through made her consider putting on gloves, but it would be far too much of a chore.

An idea did hit her. Already heading for a bus ride, and with flower shops in the bus’ way she would only have to walk ten extra minutes to get there. Walking wasn’t a problem. After all, it was a part of her routine ever since she was twelve when her dad’s car broke down and the bus was the only option, alongside walking to school every day.

Too much time had passed after Ash’s call, which prompted a message, several messages in fact

— Heyhey when you coming? —

— C’mon speed up!!! we gotta eat —

— Girl it’s gettin’ cold we’re waiting inside —

Reading it, Lucia immediately decided to not answer. She was close by, just needing to get the flowers before finally heading to the Starbucks. She didn’t know the name of the barista; Lucia thought of asking it once or twice, but was never brave enough to get that far. The nametag didn’t help; every day the barista wore a different name tag to trip up customers. Lucia just called her Nyx in her head, it kept the mystery alive.

Meanwhile, outside of Earth’s atmosphere, just behind the moon, an explorer class ship approached the planet. Smaller in size and crew but capable of traveling at faster-than-light speeds with less energy consumption. The current captain of this explorer class is Lieutenant Brikel. Her mission was an exploratory one: to acquire a sample of life from any of the planets that have it. Fauna, flora and—if the planet has it—intelligent life.

With the blaring horns that start each day, the lieutenant crawled out of her sleeping pod. She shook the slime away from her hair with a yawn.

— Lieutenant Brikel to Docking bay. Docking bay? Over. —

— Docking bay to Captain’s quarters, What is your inquiry? Over. —

— Are we close enough for the processes to begin? Over. —

— We are not close enough but we have the means of approaching. Their detection tech is low grade enough where our cloaking should be just sufficient. Waiting for further orders. —

The docking bay workers started preparing for the acquisition. First sending two cloaked drones down to earth’s surface to acquire soil samples and fauna, as well as some flora.

— Intelligent life detected. — The voice from the docking bay sounded almost excited; that meant they would have the chance to experiment on it.

— Select one randomly, — Brikel commanded while walking over to the clothes hanging in the closet.

— Prepare the stun collar, — she barked while putting on the cloak adorned with glowing insignias and medals similar to one you would find on a Navy Seal back on Earth. Looking further, these creatures could be considered humans that evolved to achieve space travel; were it not for the massive orange horns on their heads, perhaps you could have them confused. No, they had a different name, and were united under a completely different flag than humanity. In fact, they were united under Her Imperious Condescension. Said name inflicted horror in the hearts and minds of nearly a billion different sentient species.

Lieutenant Brikel walked out of her quarters and checked with the med bay for their supplies. After the drones had quickly scanned the general features of the planet, she had wanted to make sure they had what was required for dissections and blood synthesis from the sentient creatures on the planet. This was impossible due to the lack of access to human test subjects. The drones that were still down could steal blood from humans, but not without raising attention– not that Brikel or the fleet cared about attracting eyes. Attacking a town openly wouldn’t lead to anything, human weapons couldn’t hurt their ship even if they tried.

The ship inched closer, just above Earth’s mesosphere. With its cloaking device fully active, there was nothing mere Earth sensors could do to detect it.

The drones acquired the soil, flora, and fauna samples before attempting to arrive at any human settlement. Unlike where the ship was located, around the west of the United States, the drones were sent down deep in the north of Europe where, after getting what they had to, they were sent to slay and drain the blood of several humans for further testing.

On the other side of the world though, Lucia had just gotten her flowers, and was rushing to the café to meet with Ash and their friends, as well as Nyx the barista. Her steps were quick as her friends waved her over.

— C’monnn Lulu we’re starving over here! — Ash shouted from the outside table they were seated on, which prompted her to go faster.

— Abduction protocol. Begin. — A robotized voice said inside the docking bay.

Lucia couldn’t hear Brikel’s voice, but she could feel what came next: a bright red beam, in the middle of the city lifting her up, and nothing else, screaming and kicking she was taken away from the floor, it all felt, even for a moment, like a Hollywood production.

— WHAT'S GOING ON? — Lucia screamed down at Ash.

Ash jumped the small wall of the Starbucks alongside the group of friends that were just waiting for her to arrive. They grabbed Lucia’s hand and shouted

— I don’t know Lulu, but hold my hand okay? Just hold on! — Ash mustered all her strength as their friends tried to pull them both back to no avail.

With a sudden jerk they were knocked flat on their backs, and Lucia was skybound. For about forty five seconds all that could be seen were the streets getting smaller, and all that could be felt was the air getting thinner. The Red Dreadnought, which was the explorer-class ship in low Earth orbit, titaned over her as she approached it, consciousness flickering in and out from lack of air. All that was in her vision was the bright white trident, glowing against the vessel’s red paint job.

Being taken into the ship, the bright red outer shell was substituted by the off-gray piping and glowing screens. The tall lieutenant stood in front of her at the arrival platform and spoke in plain and perfect English.

— How strange. It doesn’t have any horns. — Brikel leaned in to speak, as if mocking that fact, as she looked over at the woman’s head at an angle that revealed her own pair of horns. These creatures were clearly not human, but Lucia had hoped they had some sense of humanity.

— I. You. You speak English? I’m not supposed to be here, — the pleading was met with a back handed slap to Lucia's left cheek. Before she could stand to attempt to fight back, two cold and clawed hands pulled her arms back, forcing her to a kneeling position.

— You listen, worm, — the lieutenant spoke back, her words holding poison. Lucia would have talked back had the coldness of the alien’s hands not morphed into the coldness of metal. A pair of handcuffs, magnetically locked, held her hands behind her back.

— I- — She was cut off with another backhanded slap.

— Nuh uh uh, what did I say? You listen, you do not speak, unless allowed. — Brikel said with a smile that betrayed her cruel enjoyment. — Begin the tagging process. — Brikel said, completely ignoring the attempted pleas and tears forming in Lucia's eyes. A cold metal ring clamped around her neck, making it extremely uncomfortable to breathe. A quick shock knocked her down, still conscious of her surroundings but too stunned to move or speak.

— Starting the tagging process — Lucia heard with a click similar to the one of a walkman. — Creature’s skin is thin. Its height measures at 176 centimeters, around the height of a rust blood, if not shorter. Its hair is brown. Its eyes seem similar to bronze, slightly lighter than the average, and its blood — she felt a prick on her arm — Deep Rust. —

Lucia felt horrible after that blood was taken, but it wasn’t the end. Her ear was pierced with a heavy titanium tag. That same prick as before came but instead of taking her blood they were injecting her with something. She was then dragged against the metal floor and thrown into a cell, or rather, into a solitary confinement unit. No one but her there. These creatures seemed to have some sort of messed up version of law. Still, hope lingered that this was going to be some sort of catch and release, where she’d be tagged and sent back to enjoy her life as normal.

Unfortunately, four hours later when she woke up with her head spinning due to what they injected into her arm, and missing both the shock collar and the handcuffs, she finally noticed the room. Thick black walls, with a transparent window to the right side showing the adjacent cell empty. In front of her was an eight inch thick ballistic-grade glass. She tried kicking it but it did less than nothing.

— WHY ME? THERE’S BETTER PEOPLE ON EARTH, — her voice echoed through the halls. Even if they did hear her, they didn’t care to respond.

Act 2: Prison years

Three years have passed since the abduction. Three long and hard years. From the small window in her cell Lucia could see the planets flying away within the first two hours of her time in the cell, and as the planets were quickly left behind so was her hope of ever seeing that bright blue marble ever again. With three years counting that hope was not only long gone but it had reshaped itself into hatred; a white hot rage for these creatures that abducted her.

The first year was the easiest one, and it was the quickest to pass by. She didn’t have a proper time between when she left and the time when the tests started. Lucia just remembered having slept at least seven times beforehand. Lucia divided the first year in her head with three separate testing processes.

1st: technical tests. They tested her vision, her reaction times, how fast she could run and for how long. They tested her resistance to certain drugs. It was hard but that was just the first layer of hell.

2nd: physical tests. Unlike the technical ones, these were made under threat of electric shock. They were resistance tests to see how long she could last running with the treadmill shocking her at certain intervals. They tested her resistance to specific voltages– it only ever went up to 42 volts after they figured out through simulations that any further voltage could result in brain damage which would greatly reduce their testing ability.

3rd: combat tests. These were the true start of the decline in Lucia’s tests, and in her physical and mental health. They put her in a combative situation with several grunts. Lucia managed to win once or twice, but once they started getting larger and larger she had more broken bones than unbroken ones.

These were the tests conducted in the first year during three month intervals each, and she had three months of rest before the second year battering started.

That last test, however, had left her with an idea. Lucia would never be able to surpass the big opponents, but she could become just strong enough to fight back against some of the smaller ones, just strong enough to fight against the ones that bled deep red and green. Thus, Lucia's training started.

They were feeding her the exact amount needed to survive in rations, if not slightly more to make sure she didn’t start losing testable muscle mass. That meant extra energy for her to burn while working her body down to the last drop.

The second year started off with writing tests. They seemed to be able to read English properly, but they had their own written language in documents and posters. She managed to write what they asked and was let go with very few shocks and bruises.

The second part of the tests were the most ruthless ones: combat tests with weaponry. First came melee weaponry. They had put her in a ring with a sword and a shield against a bastard with a heavy hammer. The only reason she didn’t die was due to the stimulants the med bay had which accelerated the healing process and dampened the pain to a dull itch. After the melee weapons tests guns were introduced. Heavy and strange, she wasn’t allowed to wield them; she was target practice. The scientists placed a helmet on her head to make sure she wouldn’t die in an accident before setting grunts to shoot her. That day she had more lead on her limbs than any soldier, and again the med bay removed it all and fixed any issues that the shots could have led to. Strangely enough when the situation required healing her they treated it all with extreme care, not because she was important but because she was part of the research.

During her frequent visits to the med bay though, she overheard a conversation that would haunt her. The third year was fully ballistic tests, with the added negative of plasma weaponry being introduced to it. She endured having limbs burned and healed for almost two hundred days before the true horror of what she heard hit her.

— Lieutenant of the 57th ship from Her Imperial Armada reporting to the High Commander of the Fourth Imperial Armada Her Wrathful Destruction. — Lucia saw Brikel through the glass, she seemed scared. Lucia smiled for the first time in these three years seeing Brikel scared.

— Reporting my findings has proven itself a success, it seems like Admiral Vorkev, titled Deadshot, was interested in the weapons tests. I have contacted Admiral Avaaci and General Faeria, titled the Intoxicant, about the drug tests. They all showed relative interest, but the tests are only nearly done. We will finish testing plasma and then begin the discard.—

These last words hung in the air for what felt like an eternity. After plasma was done she’d be discarded? Her heart had never sunk so deep; was all that suffering for absolutely nothing? Lucia didn’t think of that until the mention that the plasma tests were over, nearly nine months later into the third year of captivity.

The words kept repeating themselves in her head. We will finish plasma testing, and then discard. It felt so wrong. Yes, everything was hell for her here, but that felt worse. Maybe it was the finality of it: they didn’t consider her necessary cargo anymore and the research was done.

Time felt like it was coming to a crawl when the doctor stepped in front of her cell and said, — The Med Bay is ready. — The pit in her stomach felt so large it could sink the ship. — You will be allowed a last meal, we are not monsters after all, — the doctor's smile was sinister. She was led to the dining hall, and her eyes widened. She’d never been here before, and the grunts who shot her several months ago were staring.

— Can I ask for whatever I want to eat? — she said in an almost-mumble. The doctor looked down on her and responded with a hiss, — of course. — There was a false attempt to connect with her, just to make sure that her suffering would be worse when the time came for the execution.

Lucia asked for a T-bone steak. Though they were planning on killing her, and she was hatching a plan in her head to not make it so easy. The meal came and went but when they were taking the plate away she bumped into it, making it fall. She had little time to properly execute her plan, but she slid the bone under her sleeve before getting up.

While walking to the med bay, she had to remind herself to keep the facade if she wanted her plan to work. She played meeker than she was. — Am… Am I going to die? — she asked, tears pooling in her eyes before being slapped with a backhand again.

—Silence inferior, — the facade dropped immediately from the doctor. It wasn’t worth it to fuck with her head with her death just around the corner.

As the impending doom became ever so clear, Lucia clenched her hand on the bone in her sleeve. Remembering the entirety of her life –and how could she not when her mind was already set on dying– her heartbeats became irregular. Remembering her first kiss, her first bike crash, the good emotions and feelings she shared with her older brother, Lucia couldn’t help but feel like it was all for nothing.

Being seated on the stretcher, she felt the cold on her arm as they inserted the IV needle on it to run her final living tests. She remembered the emotion she felt when she fell in love, true hopelessness. As soon as she saw the deep crimson from the blood on her arm, she also saw that disgust formed on the face of the man conducting the tests.

The doctor got a syringe out of the packet, fresh as it could be before pulling the plunger on an ampoule of what she could only assume would be the tranquilizer. At that point, with options limited, Lucia had one shot at surviving and even if trying meant death. She had to try.

Act 3: The Indomitable Human Spirit

— This is not how a human dies — a voice spoke to her — A human doesn’t lay down curled up and let the world kill it. — her heart felt like it was burning when these words were spoken inside her mind.

With her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to burst. Lucia slipped a hand in her sleeve, pulling out the bone from the steak she had earlier. before the syringe even touched her skin she was already tackling the doctor. The sound was horrible, where the bone met flesh it made a wet squelching sound, the green liquid oozing from the doctor’s neck where he had been stabbed, it was reminiscent of moss, and it made her think of someone that was now a distant memory. Lucia not only stabbed this doctor’s neck, she completely brutalized his face, as a monument to how much life there was left in her.

Hearing a grunt running to the Med Bay, she knew she made enough noise to alert them. but that too was according to plan, as she grabbed the syringe from the corpse’s hand, and rushed to stand on the side of the door. As soon as the grunt barrelled in, he was stabbed in the neck and injected with the contents of the syringe. Immediate muscle relaxation was what this did, in less than 10 seconds the grunt was down, but not before shooting a shell into the nothing in front of him.

That alone was enough to alert the entire section of the ship. Remembering the times spent in the shooting range with her father, Lucia knew enough about guns to know what to do in this situation, as she grabbed the grunt’s shotgun, cocked the next shell in. Took the knife from his boot, and the pistol from his side.Now armed to the teeth and not ready to go down. Although this was just the start of what was to come.

Lucia moved the O2 tank to the side of the entrance, and rushed to the side room of the med bay. The grunts marched in, Lucia aligned the shot with the tank and pulled the trigger. The explosion was loud and strong enough to blow that side of the wall down. The bodies were just a mash of Orange Purple and Blue. If these were humans Lucia might have had qualms about what she was doing, but she had already decided these things were nothing but demons a long while ago.

Lucia did though, forget to account for the size and material of the tank, she didn’t feel any pain when it happened but the entire right side of her torso and leg were filled with metal shards from the tank, glass from the windows and other debris. When she tried to step her knee almost failed to, it nearly crumbled under her own weight.

— Fuck fuck fuck fuck — Lucia muttered when she heard the next wave of grunts rushing in, this time she didn’t have a good plan.

— Explosion at Med Bay Four — Lucia heard one of the grunts saying — Entering engagement range. Draw your weapons — her panic made her do a stupid decision, the command to draw their weapons meant they weren’t already drawn. Lucia had a shot at getting this right, and she just needed to be lucky.

Steeling her resolve Lucia started screaming when forcing her weight on the bad leg, using it as a headstart for a charge against the grunts, luckily enough where they were still getting the weapons out of their backs, she didn’t stop at a decent range, grabbing the gun she stole from the first grunt by the barrel and using the extra reach to completely shatter the first grunt’s jaw, screaming in both fear and rage.

The group of grunts stood in shock at seeing the squad leader knocked down by what was by all means an inferior species, a wounded one at that, that gave her enough time to grab the gun improperly for a shot, she could feel her wrist coming close to shattering when the trigger was pulled, the shot wasn’t precise but it got at least one of them out of the fight. Two down, one to go.

As the grunt aimed down his gun at her, he felt something he never felt before, not when dealing with inferiors, he felt afraid. The blank eyes that looked at him were filled with pure hatred, his hands were sweating and shaking as he pulled the trigger all that was heard was a Click. He hadn’t disengaged the safety, the last thing on his vision was Lucia charging with the gun held like a hammer, slamming into the side of his head, the Alien felt every second when his skull shattered against the butt of the gun.

— Hello? Hello. Is everything okay? we heard an explosion on med bay five — The communicator of one of the grunts rung out, Lucia just stomped it out with her good foot before limping to the med bay, even if half of it was destroyed she remembered where they kept the stims, even when incapable of reading the language she knew what they looked like well enough, By torturing her for that long these monsters had given her all the tools she needed for killing them one by one.

The stimulants were a mix of Epinephrine, and nano agents that closed wounds from the inside, she managed to scrounge up four, as she stabbed herself in the neck with one and clipped the other ones on her belt. Being able to walk within seconds of the injection was a miracle, but instead of that she decided to run, run over to the other med bays that were emptied by the grunts before attempting to kill her, Lucia found six extra stimulants before heading out to other wings of the ship.

While that was happening Brikel was seeing through the cameras. what her eyes saw made absolutely no sense, this inferior was weaker than a Bronze blood she could not have possibly shattered the jaw of two Indigos and shot a purpleblood down. And worse of all Brikel saw this inferior walking straight to the Docking bay.

— Brikel to docking bay. The inferior is headed there. — Her voice showed less worry than she felt at that moment

— What? — was the first response — The inferior was set to die today. what you mean it is headed here —

— I MEAN IT IS HEADED THERE WHAT DID YOU NOT UNDER- — her voice cut out when Brikel saw the head of the communications officer get blown off. These men were unarmed, but they were complicit in what happened to Lucia, as she killed each one of them with extreme brutality.

— What do you plan to achieve with this? — Brikel said over communications, she could hear all around the room as Lucia just breathed heavily. — You won’t survive if we’re dead, you know that. — Brikel wasn’t lying when she said that, Lucia barely knew how to drive, let alone pilot an alien ship.

— I don’t care. — Lucia responded coldly before starting to walk out.

This ship was outfitted with ten grunts. The first one killed in the med bay, the three first backups that got blown up, and the three that were brutalized by her on the outside of the med bay wing, meaning that three more had to die. The ship was, although, fitted with nearly twenty scientists, not men of combat. Lucia was not like these people. she wouldn’t kill them, and decided that ignoring them was the best course of action, heading straight for where Brikel was.

The three grunts suited up, the heaviest class of armor as they rushed to the outside of the Lieutenant’s quarters, the armor was heavy enough where Lucia felt them running by the shaking of the floor. She popped another stimulant on her neck screaming out, the sound echoed the halls stopping the grunts in their tracks as they aimed down sights to get her.

Lucia was prepared for that, as she went up the stairs, she threw her jacket first before going, which prompted the trigger happy grunts to unload on it, hearing the click of two magazines leaving the gun, but she knew she had heard three footsteps before. which meant there was one of them that held their guard, Lucia ran in shooting the one that hadn’t shot yet, hitting him in the head. The sound was painful to hear, that ding meant that she shot the equivalent of a steel wall that was the grunt’s helmet, the shot didn’t penetrate, as he unloaded the mag on her torso. Lucia had the benefit of being resilient but she wasn’t made of steel, these shots hurt as she gripped the gun with one hand, and the wound with the other. The grunts lowered their guns as the one that shot her down walked up to grab her by the neck,kicking and punching at the armor to no avail.

— You got far for an inferior. But it was all for nothing. — The creature manhandling her said tightening the grip on her neck — Your journey ends here. Maggot. — the alien said in her direction.

Lucia’s mind was going numb with the lack of oxygen, she had a pistol but she couldn’t shoot it there, the gun was dropped as soon as she was lifted up, she was going to die then and there until she noticed. The underside of the helmet doesn’t have any armor. all the grunt could see was a smile coming across Lucia’s face as she grabbed the knife from her boot, and stabbed under the grunt’s chin. The grip weakened immediately as motor functions ceased, and the others unloaded another mag into the back of their compatriot, the clinking sounds the armor made when it deflected. Another click, as they began reloading she popped another stim, her heart was nearly exploding after this one as the application was followed by another scream and her rushing them down with the knife.

— WATCH OUT — the one on the left screamed as lucia leaped to the one on the right, they spun in place with their back facing the ally as she stabbed the underside of their jaw. When the body fell lucia used that momentum to jump at the other, but it wasn’t enough, he grabbed her in the air and punched her out. gun on the floor he took a combat stance. Lucia’s nose was broken, blood filled her mouth as she spat out two teeth.

— I WILL NOT FALL TO AN INFERIOR — the grunt said walking towards a still standing Lucia — Neither will i — Lucia barked back. before running towards the grunt.

This fight was unbalanced, enough so where as soon as she got close to him he grabbed the arm that had a knife and broke it, like if it was a twig. and threw her back. as she collapsed on the floor, her one good hand held something that the grunt only noticed when he walked to stomp her head. Lucia rolled over her broken left arm, and shot him under the jaw with the pistol. the body fell back with a thud as she stood up. her pupils were the size of the point of a needle as she marched forth, her arm that should be in excruciating pain was nothing more than a numb tingling at the shoulder.

By all means this should be the tale of how a young woman was taken from earth, tortured and murdered in cold blood. Lucia had to be lucky ten times to get this far, and so on she was. She walked to the door where the lieutenant stood. Brikel stood proudly behind the door. she knew she was better than that inferior, and she was about to show it. gun in hand she waited, aimed at where the head would be when the door opened.

Lucia on the other hand, ripped one of the helmets off of the guards, it barely fit her head but it was a guarantee that she would not die in one single lucky shot. as she walked into the room.

The first shot hit the helmet, Brikel was surprised she didn’t keel over and die then and there. She shot two more times, once in the chest narrowly missing her left lung, and the other one hitting her shoulder. Lucia kept walking towards her.

— You, you should be dead. you shouldn’t be WALKING RIGHT NOW — all the confidence fell through the moment she got closer, Lucia was around four feet away when she shot Brikel in the shoulder, Brikel dropped the gun in pain.

Lucia was silent, she closed her hand into a fist and struck Brikel in the center of her face, busting the nose immediately

Brikel shouted — YOU'RE A SPEC, YOU'RE NOTHING — before punching her back in the bullet wound, Lucia’s blood pooled on the floor around her from the wounds, But before Brikel could get another word out, she got a fist in the jaw.

— Then I'll become something and kill you. Right here. Right now. — Lucia threw her gun away and grabbed Brikel by the neck. — I am part of the species meant to inherit the stars. Not you. You’re here now on a barely valid invite. — her hands tightened as Brikel began to suffocate, fighting was futile at that point — WE ARE MEANT TO INHERIT THE STARS. NOT YOU. NEVER YOU. — Lucia shouted, pulling Brikel’s head back and slamming against the wall leaving violet bloodpats in it.

After Brikel’s death, painful and agonizing as it was, Lucia walked to the dashboard near the wall of her quarters, she pressed every button until she heard the slight feedback from the microphone, and she sent a message to all fleet ships that could hear.

— You are flying with borrowed wings. My name is Lucia from Earth, and i Alone have taken over your ship. — The quirky English major became the extermination of this entire ship. The ones that were left alive were soon sent to die in the void of space. She was almost alone, save for one particular creature that she felt she couldn’t kill, as it was connected to the entirety of the ship with some strange tubings.

At this point lucia had accepted her fate, that she is just waiting for death to crawl to her. She didn’t know how to control the ship, and the fact that space is mostly empty didn’t help, she couldn’t tell if the ship was turning, or going straight with the controls. there was enough food for her to last for several more years now. So, she just decided to rest. for a little while.

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Chapter 19

Masterlist

⛔️Trigger warnings: Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, romanticized abuse, verbal abuse, violence, Sexual assault (ATTEMPT), physical violence, degradation, Narcissistic family, mental illness/instability, delusional thinking, drug use leading to inevitable abuse, hallucinations, gas lighting, fractured psyche, co-dependency, enabling

✨Here it is, the finale! I can’t thank you guys enough for rocking with me this long! I hope this meets your standards and you all enjoy it as much as every other chapter. Of course if you have been paying attention, then you know this is only concluding the first half of this much too long and seriously fucked up the story, this series is far from over. Anyway; I love you guys, please let me know what you think❤️‍🔥 Enjoy! 🎊

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It was slightly depressing to be back at school after being out of the country and experiencing a marriage proposal. Of course it didn’t even take five minutes after you and Katsuki greeted your group of friends for Mina’s perceptive gaze to fall on your glittering finger.

She snatched your hand up so quickly you didn’t even see her move, “What is this?!”. Her shriek instantly gaining the attention of the rest of your classmates.

Kirishima let’s out a low whistle, Kaminari leans in for a closer look at your hand in Mina’s death grip “That must of cost a fortune”.

“I wanna see!”

“Oh my god! Are you-“

“Woah look at that!”

Everyone crowding around you was getting to be too much, all of their eyes on you made your skin heat up and caused your chest to tighten. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, anxiety getting the better of you.

“Oi get the fuck back!”

The sudden shout, paired with the menacing crackling that followed it, had succeeded in forcing the group to give you some space. You breathe a sigh of relief and try not to make it blatantly obvious you are attempting to use Katsuki as a shield for the numerous curious as well as shocked stares aimed at the two of you. Midoryia is the only one brave enough to take a step closer , and the green haired male stutters as he does so, “K-Ka-Kaachan? What…?”.

Letting out an annoyed “Tch” at his stumped and somewhat bashful rival’s stammering. You feel a warm hand on the small of your back, pushing you slightly and begrudgingly you come out from behind your aggressive lover to stand at his side.

“M’only Gonna say this once so open your Fuckin ears!” Katsuki sneers at the others still gathered around you two. His narrowed crimson eyes shift from them to you, his expression instantly softened and you know he was analyzing your outward appearance to get a good idea on how you were feeling internally. You made a sound only he could pick up on before straightening your spine and winding your arms around one of his muscular biceps.

Imitating the small smile he couldn’t fully display right now, as it was only for you to see. The aggression and haughty façade was back as soon as he glares at your classmates once more.

“We’re gettin’ married and that’s all you need to know, anyone bothers her with shitty opinions or pesters to see her ring, I’ll blow you straight to hell…now piss off”.

Thankfully, everyone seemed to take Katsuki for his word and they didn’t bother you any more than normal. Plus with graduation coming up, your eventual nuptials paled in comparison. It was one week before the final week of your schooling came to an end forever, that you found yourself on the beach one evening. A large bonfire burned and music blared through the large Bluetooth boom box someone had brought along. The wind blew your hair into your face for the umpteenth time as you allowed Mina to pull you onto your feet to dance with her. It wasn’t just your class gathered here, all three of the famous hero schools had gathered to celebrate together.

Everywhere you looked people were drinking, dancing, or socializing. A sudden bout of rambunctious cheers grabbed everyone’s attention as the game of beach volleyball between the boys came to an end. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Kirishima pick up your lover (who had apparently been the reason they won the game) and lift him into the air.

Shaking your head at their antics you turn to Mina, “I’m going to use the restroom”. “Want me to come with?” She offers but you shake your head “No, I need you to be here to tell Katsuki where I went because as soon as he doesn’t see me, you know he’s going to come ask”. The both of you share a laugh before the pinkette agrees and you start towards the small section of trees that the cement building housing the restrooms resides behind. You quickly do your business and as you wash up, the cheap old light bulbs over head begin to flicker.

Once they start they don’t seem to stop, just as you hurriedly reach for the door handle the door itself opens up. You jump back in suprise to see two unfamiliar young men looking down at you.

“Excuse me” you offer, trying to get them to let you side step and exit the lavatory but they ignore it.

Both of them enter the room causing you to take a cautious step back, as one moves towards you and the other leans back against the heavy door after shutting it behind them. “Ummm…?” You start but pause, not knowing how exactly to Adress this situation.

“No need to be nervous sweetheart, we just want to talk that’s all…” the one approaching you states, showing his hands as if the gesture would reassure you, it didn’t. “I can’t imagine you have much to say to someone you have never met…I’m taken, so if you’re looking for a date then-“.

They both chuckled at your statement, giving each other a look before focusing on you once more.

“We’ve been out here watching you lot have fun this whole time and I must admit, my buddy and I are feeling a little left out…So many beautiful ladies out here drinking and dancing…but you’re the only one that’s stupid enough to go off by yourself”. For every step the stranger takes forward, you take one back, until your back hits the tiled wall. Now he’s caging you in against it, a wide smile displaying his teeth as one of his hands comes up and pats your cheek.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t make me hurt cha baby…Keep your mouth shut, be compliant and I’ll make this good for you too, understand?”. You turn your head to the side as he tries to kiss you, catching a glimpse of yourself in the grimey bathroom mirror only fills you with more terror.

There in the scuffed and grubby glass is the exact same broken girl you remembered that night in the infirmary. She’s touching her swollen lips with one hand and wincing as her fingers caress bruises that litter her neck and chest. The sudden and undeniable deja vu that washes over you is an obvious sign that this has happened to you before and it’s about to happen again…Large palms sticky with sweat grope at your skin as they slip beneath your clothing, the humid air making your assailant’s hot breath leave condensation on your skin.

The you in the mirror finally takes notice of the you that’s outside of it, her swollen lips twitching in lieu of a frown, eyes narrowed as they continue observing you.

This is your fault.

You did this to us.

How could you possibly love that monster?

Your own voice was scathing as it echoed around inside your head.

“I…didn’t…I don’t understand!” You shout, slamming your eye lids shut, effectively startling the bastard assaulting you.

“What are you-“

It’s your fault.

You can’t play ignorant forever.

Remember….remember…REMEMBER!

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

You feel your flailing fist strike something and then a hand clamps down around your throat. It’s grip tightening enough to keep you from drawing in a breath.

Look what you let him do to me…

You don’t think it can happen again? You-

The other you finally goes silent and you chance a look at the mirror; The menacing aura had vanished, now the other you was shrinking back almost fearfully.

He’s coming.

The lack of oxygen had begun getting to you, your shoulders started to sag as you fight to remain concious.

“The fuck was that all about? She must be some sort of head case” the guy leaning against the door says as your eyes close.

“All the best looking ones are man” his friend replies, smirking over his shoulder as he lowers your unconscious form to the ground.

The smile he’d intended on giving in return, turned into a frown “Shit, she got you pretty good bro, you’re bleeding”. Your assailant finally takes note of the stinging slice beneath his eye, and then the glittering ring on your finger,

“It’s only cause of this rock on her Fuckin hand”. The whistle from his friend behind him only makes more fury burn hot in his chest, “I think this one is worth more than a quick fuck here on this dirty floor, I’m taking her back with me…Gonna make her properly apologize for this”.

“We can at least get a sneak peak first right?”

“Of course”

Your shirt starts to rise up your sternum and as soon as it’s up over your chest both men drooling over your breasts, eager to see the rest of you. They don’t get to, because a split second later the door gets kicked open so hard it sent the bastard leaning against it flying across the room.

“Who the fuck-“

The man touching you didn’t get to finish that sentence as one sparking hand yanked him up on his knees, before a crackling fist smashes into his face. This process repeats over and over again, the other man is quaking in terror across the room as he watched his best friend’s face become unrecognizable at the hands of the enraged ash blonde demon. Surely that’s what this creature is, a demon; There is no way a normal human was capable of inflicting this type of unrestrained violence upon his fellow man, especially being unprovoked.

Once bones began cracking, the terrified man turned towards the nearest toilet and vomited. Spluttering and sobbing once he heard footsteps approaching him, the sparking hand was reaching out to snatch him up, when suddenly it stopped.

Soft whimpers could be heard from the opposite side of the bathroom, his friend had been rendered silent long ago so it certainly wasn’t him…

The blonde devil’s head snaps sideways instantly, taking in the shivering female on the floor before turning back to look down his nose at the man cowering under his crimson glare. His voice was more raspy than usual from over exertion; “Get the fuck up, take your buddy and drive somewhere far away from here, because if I see you again I promise you’ll look worse than him”.

Once the two goons were gone, Katsuki made it a point to viciously scrub his hands clean of any blood that remained beneath his nails.

Using a couple paper towels to grip the handle he pushed the door open, leaving everything as is and carrying you out with him. Carefully placing you in the passenger seat of his brand new sports car and buckling you in, ensuring your seat was leaned back before texting the group chat from your phone;

I started to feel a bit nauseous, Suki and I are gonna head home.

Have fun, but not too much fun ~🫶🏼

Perfectly believable.

The smooth purr of the engine isn’t nearly loud enough to drowned out the horrible self-deprecation continuously on loop inside the confines of his skull. His hand that wasn’t required to steer found it’s way to your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before coming to rest atop your knee. Katsuki had never lost complete control of himself like that before…and the release of such pent up rage that accompanied it was borderline orgasmic. Walking through the foliage and seeing one of the two restroom doors closed he instantly knew something bad was happening behind it. Busting inside and spotting some unknown man leaning over your unconscious body, touching you was too much for him to bare. Your body is solely for Katsuki’s eyes, your soft skin was only for him to feel, and there was some cretin sullying the perfection that belongs to him…That bastard deserved what he got, and he would never be able to live a life without some sort of physical complications thanks to the beating Katsuki had given him..

Well, if the piece of shit lives that is…The smile that thought brought to his face in the form of a twitch of his lips was quick to vanish.

First, you almost let her die at the hands of some bottom ranked villain and now you almost allowed her to be sexually assaulted by some trashy frat boys! What kind of pathetic excuse for a man are you?

A voice that sounds suspiciously like that of his mother, begins to chastise him inside his head.

Katsuki grits his teeth in frustration, he was far too old to be doubting his abilities, wether it be as a hero or lover. He already knew it wasn’t possible for him to watch over you 24/7, so you were just going to have to be kept on a shorter leash from now on. You had demonstrated too many times that you weren’t capable of protecting yourself or making your own decisions correctly, so it was his job as your soon to be husband, to look after you. Rather than head back towards the dorms, Katsuki steers the car off the highway off-ramp that leads towards the heart of the city. The two of you need to be alone after such a trauma inducing incident, and what better place for that to be than your new apartment.

The morning his parents announced that they would accompany the two of you check out apartments put a damper on Katsuki’s mood. “You’re that eager to get rid of us already?” You’d asked once the four of you had all gotten in the car. His mother immediately hit the break a little harder than necessary at the stop sign, turning towards the back seat to address you before taking off again, “Of course not! That’s not-“.

“I was just kidding, it was a joke” you are quick to reply with a nervous laugh. Katsuki snorted at that, unable to resist taking a jab at Mitsuki, “How did you not pick up on that?”.

“Shut up Katsuki!”

It wasn’t until the end of the day that you guys found somewhere that both blonde’s deemed suitable. You and Masaru stood off to the side while the poor owner of the building was being grilled by the equally surly and demanding duo.

“So we agree, this is the one?” Mitsuki asks, looking from Katsuki to you, “Yep” he replied verbally while you simply smile and nod.

That’s when it was revealed that the two adults would take care of your down payment and first 6 months rent, “It’s an engagement present”. You instantly started to tear up, non stop thanks pouring from your mouth from that point until bed time that night. The place was furnished, in a safe area of the city, top notch security and surveillance, and the list goes on of all the reasons the place was perfect.

🏬

The cross arm blocking the underground parking garage lifts and once parked perfectly in one of the three spaces allotted to their apartment he cuts the engine. You had started to stir as he was parking, but still you wake with an immediate start.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re safe princess”

You visibly relax as you turn towards Katsuki, but instantly dissolve into tears. Strong arms hold you in a protective embrace as sobs rack your body, you try to speak but your words are slurred and muffled.

“I made it in time, they didn’t even get to touch you” Katsuki reassures you as many times as he has to. By the time he’s lifting you into his arms and carrying you into the elevator his shirt is soaked with your tears. It’s a quick ride to the top floor, you take the keys and unlock the door and he dutifully carry’s you over the threshold, kicking the door shut. The California king sized mattress feels like heaven as your back touches down on it, but you are still trapped inside your mind, burning from the inside out in your internal hell.

“It’s happened to me before”

Your words cause him to freeze, a bead of sweat drips from his temple, splashing down silently onto the floor.

“Katsuki stop, please just leave, I won’t even tell anyone about this okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble-“

“You still care about me, I knew you never stopped…”

Why were you shaking your head no? It couldn’t be more obvious that you were still in love with him, just as he was with you.

“Why are you denying it?!”

He’s raising his voice again and it seems to make him even angrier to watch you back away.

You keep putting distance between us.

“I dont remeber it though…probably for a good reason…Does that make me damaged goods?” You ask this with a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes. “No! Of course not” Katsuki has gotten better at comforting, so long as it’s you and not anyone else. He’s quick to join you on the bed as you reach out to him, happily accepting you into his too tight embrace.

“I feel like it sometimes though…and that’s why I was never good enough for my parents, my mom always used to tell me I-“ you’re surprised when Katsuki’s angry voice interrupts you.

“Fuck them! You’re perfect! Absolutely incredible, the most amazing person I’ve ever met! Hell, my mom adores you and she hates everyone” the watery eyed smile you give him upon hearing the last of his rant makes him return it with one of his own, “We have each other and that’s all that matters to me, I just need you, who cares about anyone else…”.

You know he means it.

“Why me? I don’t understand…You could have anyone in the world but you settle for me” you mumble as he pulls you down with him against the pillows. You feel large calloused fingers grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Katsuki looks offended and mildly angry, you gulp as his eyes narrow, “Settled for you? The fucks that supposed to mean hah? I’m the best there is, I don’t need to settle for shit!” He snarls, fingers gripping your face harshly now.

“Suki-“

“If I’m the best there is than what does that make you? I chose you because you were the only one worthy of my time, that proved you are worth loving, and even though you gave me a hard fucking time I chased after you and got you in the end, because I win at life and you are my prize for that win…understand me?” His rough voice is as smooth as velvet, a serious shift from what it had been only minutes earlier.

“Yes, I understand” you reply shakily, through trembling lips.

You didn’t, not at all.

“Good girl, now don’t ever ask me such a stupid fucking question again”.

Despite the traumatic experience that only happened hours ago, it wasn’t that which kept you awake as you lay beside Katsuki. As wonderful as it felt to be so loved by him, at the same time it felt…dangerous. Sure he was possessive, and the night he proposed to you as the two of you were tangled together in bed he had no problem admitting his obsession with you. The look in his eyes was only terror inducing for a few seconds, and then your vision whited out as he expertly made you fall apart on his cock.

You began to feel guilty;

Here I am sharing this big bed in this beautiful apartment being held by someone that loves me so much and I’m thinking badly of him…

Your mother always said you were far too self-destructive, hell bent on condemning yourself to suffer for some unknown reason.

“Katsuki”

Your voice is quiet incase he was asleep.

“Hm?”

Hearing his gruff reply is enough encouragement for you to roll your body over and atop of his.

“I need you”

A simple, but loaded statement.

His eyes snap open, “Whatsamatter?” he rasps, making you smile, he must of just barely fallen asleep and you woke him right back up.

“I just was thinking about how lucky I am to have you…and how much I love you” you explained, placing a chaste kiss on his lips and running your hands over his muscular pecs “I’m sorry I woke you up, I’ll let you go back to-“.

“Oh no I’m wide awake now princess” Katsuki growls, grabbing two handfuls of your ass and rocking your pelvis against the growing buldge in his boxers.

“You’re such a good girl, always so grateful for everything…Even your sweet little pussy is weeping with gratitude, hah baby?”.

The vulgarity and implication of the statement have you uttering the smallest moan, as your now discarded clothes get tossed off the bed. Sex after an almost assault is undoubtedly not the best idea but…You sure don’t want to talk about it, and Katsuki isn’t one for words either. You both are damaged individuals; It’s a lot easier to just have sex than it is to engage in a heart felt conversation, that may or may not end in tears, or a few broken down walls…

This feels so much better though.

“No more thinking princess, gonna get rid of all those bad thoughts that don’t belong inside such a pretty little head”

You give him a shy smile and nod, already knowing that Katsuki will take care of you, he always does.

“Don’t wanna think…just want you Suki…need you” your voice is breathy and the last two words come out in more of a whine as the blunt head of his cock glides up your slit. “You have me…my needy little cry baby, and I have you, I’m certainly not giving you up, so we’re stuck together…forever” a calloused thumb brushes over the knuckles of your left hand, and the glint of the ring adorning your finger has you both glancing at it.

Forever is such a serious word, hearing him say it so easily is daunting in itself. How is he able to be so entirely sure of the future? What if things don’t end up working out? What if-

“Thought I told you to stop thinking baby? Gonna make me punish you the very first night we spend in our new place?”

“No! Course not…m’sorry my love it won’t happen again…I promise”

You extend a pinky finger to him as if the gesture was worth more than play ground proof of commitment.

“Geez y/n, You are such a little kid sometimes” the sides of his mouth twitching upward and ruining the scowl he wears after saying this, “S’okay though cause you have me to look after ya, and you’re just too damn cute to resist, someone else might try to prey on the innocent little princess”.

You huff at his condescending words, even though he speaks with such a doting timbre to his gruff voice. If it were physically possible to have hearts in one’s eyes; Katsuki most certainly would as he teases your pouty lips with a finger. His crimson eyes have darkened in the low light of the bedroom, black pupils expanding from the intense rush of lust and adoration his obsession fuels him with every time you lay bare beneath him.

It has to be sometime past the wee hours of the morning by now, but you were too far gone, nothing mattered anymore.

Well with exception for the one looking down at you, as he swivels his hips before pressing the head of his cock against your cervix. “You look so fucking beautiful like this, who’s my good girl, hah?” Katsuki asks as he ceases moving, enjoying the sensation of you cockwarming him. You feel a soft tap on your cheek and immediately lean into the warm touch “m’yer good girl”.

You peek up at him through fluttering lashes, then press a kiss to the palm he’s cupping your cheek with, “M’gonna be yer good wife too”. Oh yeah, you didn’t know your ass from your elbow right now, Katsuki had successfully emptied your mind of anything other than himself and his dick.

“Damn straight”

You whine loudly as he presses a thumb against your clit, slowly resuming the gyrations of his hips.

A loud groan of his own joins your’s in the darkness of the bedroom, “Clenchin’ down on me real hard angel, gonna cum on my cock again? How many times has it been now?”.

“Please lemme hold you this time Suki” you whine, making grabby hands towards him. Bakugou gives in, letting your leg fall off his shoulder and back on the bed. Using his forearms to hold his body above your’s isn’t good enough, you pout so adorably before wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing him down on top of you. You let out a content sigh at the comfort having his weight on you seems to bring. Ensuring to thwart any chance of escape, tighten your grip on him in every way you can, the breathy “Fuck” he lets out has your cunt pulsing around him.

His hips stutter briefly as he transitions into moving them in an over exaggerated arch before sinking back into you. Easily finding a rythm that suits both of you at the purposefully slower pace, he’s hitting all the right spots, making your eyes roll back, and toes curl tightly against the silk sheets.

With you obviously so fucked out, Katsuki felt comfortable enough to get some things off his chest.

You definitely won’t remember any of it tomorrow.

“You know you can’t be without me anymore, right baby? Seems like you’re accepting that fact now…l’ll do better at keeping you safe I swear it”

You’re a piece of shit son and a sorry excuse for a husband to-be Katsuki! You don’t deserve her, you’re so weak you couldn’t protect her even if you tried!

Determined not to let his own insecurities ruin this moment he kisses you again, giving himself time to silence the toxic thoughts before focusing on you once more.

“You’re the only person that matters to me y/n, We’re going to have the best life together; I’m going to spoil you, treat you like you deserve, can’t wait to come home to my cute little house wife every night, waiting for me at the door in a skimpy outfit and letting me bend you over the kitchen counter” he groans at the mental image, balls tightening as he ruts into you harder.

“Gods you’re Fuckin’ perfect, I can’t wait until I see you waddle around our place pregnant with my kids, you want that too don’t you? Want me to breed this perfect little princess cunt, blow load after load into you until it sticks…I know you’ll like that, you always have, since our very first time together”

“Shit! I um..I don’t have a…I don’t have protection, I bet shitty hair or dunce face has some! I’ll uh, go back downstairs and-“

“Do we really have to use one?” You sound so disappointed, but when your eyes meet his a hopeful spark dances through your e/c irises, “I mean, you know I’m on birth control, you insisted on escorting me to my last appointment”.

Of course he remembered watching you get a needle jammed above your ass cheek!

“So you know I’m not trying to trap you or anything like that…. I just..You’re really important to me Katsuki, and I for once in my life just want to feel everything, I don’t want anything to get in the way of what we’re about to do…so no barriers, physical or emotional, can you let me have that?”

“You can have whatever the fuck you want as long as you’re getting it from me”

The memories from that night would always be so vivid In Katsuki’s mind, did you remember it like he does? Every sound, smell, and insignificant detail is ingrained on the inside of his brain, never to be forgotten.

“-Can’t take anymore, s’too much”

He’d gotten so caught up in that memory, the young man had only caught the last of what you’d said.

“Whatsamatter princess? What is my crybaby whining about this time? “.

“I don’t want to cum again s’too much Suki, please just fill me up already, wanna feel it inside-“

“Oho you should no better, I can’t get off unless you do first princess, now be a good little slut and cream on this cock again”.

You know better than to make him have to ask you twice.

🎊🏅

“I can’t believe we finally graduated! We’re all full fledged heroes now, isn’t it awesome?!”

Kirishima exclaims, the rest of the bakusquad agreeing with him.

Katsuki’s across the arena talking with All might and Aizawa while Masaru prepares his camera and Mitsuki wears her biggest proud mother grin. In an uncharacteristic gesture, you motion for your little friend group to move closer and initiate a group hug.

“I just want to let you guys know that I’m going to miss seeing each of you every day…Katsuki may not admit it, but I don’t have a problem with saying…I think of all of you guys as family, not just friends” you glance up to see the suprised faces of Mina, Jiro, Denki, and Serro. Kirishima gives you an extra tight squeeze; “I couldnt agree more y/n!”.

“Stop talking like we aren’t going to see each other ever again silly girl”

“Aw y/n I wasn’t expecting that from you, I don’t want my make up to run now dammit”

“I thought we were invited to come see your guys new place on Saturday? Don’t tell me Kaachan changed his mind! Jiro and I already got a housewarming gift for you guys”

“You idiot! You weren’t supposed to tell her-“

“I think you guys have all forgotten something kind of important..” the red head says with a nervous laugh. The other’s stare for at him with utter confusion on their faces, only to all realize and exclaim “THE WEDDING!” at the same time.

You’re quick to cover your face in embarrassment, because despite the fact that a graduation ceremony has just commenced and so many people are gathered around, your friends just have to draw every eye toward your circle.

“When is it anyway? Have you guys even set a date yet?”

“Where is it going to be? Oooh will it be one of those destination weddings on some remote island?”

“What flavor is the cake?”

“Have you decided who’s going to be in your bridal party?”

You’re getting hounded with questions you don’t have the answers to just yet, and of course Katsuki was taking his sweet time getting over to you. So you take a deep breath and answer them; “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to try and postpone it for at least a year…I don’t want to have to plan a wedding on top of all the other important decisions that come along with being an adult…”.

“I haven’t mentioned this to Suki just yet though…” you add sheepishly, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t sneaking up on you.

“I’m sure he’ll understand” Kirishima attempts to reassure you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

Only for Kaminari and Serro to interject and ruin it;

“Or he’s going to flip out and think your trying to leave him”

“Or he might blow a hole in the roof of your new place thinking you found someone else”.

A strange feeling has plagued you since the start of the ceremony, as if you’re being watched. A lot of people are here, it could just be the feeling of eyes on you as they scan the crowd in search of their loved ones. So once again you ignore it, smiling at the two boys getting reprimanded by Jiro, Mina, and Kirishima. Then you hear your name called, the familiar voice is quiet from hesitation and sudden apprehension of whom it belongs.

You quickly spin to see your brother standing a few feet away, and your wide smile has his nervousness evaporating instantly.

“I’ll be back” you call to your arguing friends, quickly hurrying over to your younger sibling.

“B/N! I can’t believe you’re here, I wouldn’t have ever expected to see you!” You exclaim happily.

Despite the shitty excuse for parents you had, the two of you still have a close relationship as siblings. “Y/n! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you big sis…I was able to get one of my friend’s sisters to give me their extra ticket to the ceremony, I just wanted to be able to see you and talk to you” he replies, letting you give him a tight hug. “Let’s get away from all this madness and talk a bit, yeah?” The two of you exit the atrium of the auditorium and head outside.

Frustrated that his parents had weaseled their way into his conversation with All might and Aizawa, Katsuki’s began scanning the crowd in attempts to locate you. His eyes narrow as they land on the group of idiots you’d been with before but you where nowhere to be seen. A flash of panic immediatly turns into anger as he gives the sea of people occupying the atrium another scan. A familiar head of hair catches his eye and he zeroed in on your figure; A guy is holding the door open for you and follows after you as the two of you exit the building.

Who the fuck is that?

Why the fuck did you just take off with some random guy?

Better yet, why were you anywhere other than by his side?

Without a fourth thought, the angry blonde is on his way towards the same door you just left out of.

A harsh grip on the back of his shirt stops and hauls him backwards, “Katsuki, stand in between your professors so we can get a picture” orders his mother.

Rather than make a scene shouting at the woman, he obeys her order.

Getting in place between the older men, he manages a partial smile as his father snaps a few photos.

“-I tried to get them to postpone the trip until you were able to come along, said you had things that you needed to do as prep for your final year, but apparently they lied to me…” B/N says sadly, shuffling his feet.

“I never blamed you, I’ve never had any bad feelings towards you, I’ve been good! you don’t need to worry about me…I well, I’m not sure where to start but um…I’m going to be getting married soon, and my fiancé’s parents were the ones that had taken me in while you guys were away, they’re wonderful people! All three of them have done so much for me” you explained, happy to be sharing this information with your brother.

“W-What?! You’re getting married?! To who? When?! I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone! Last I heard you had that one boy that was stalking and harassing you, speaking of which…Has he left you alone? Hopefully this new guy beat some sense into that creep” he chuckles at the thought and you momentarily freeze up.

“Please just leave me alone, we’re over, I can’t handle you acting like this”

“Y/N!”

The shout snaps you out of the hazy memory that had seemingly resurfaced.

“I take it you know this guy that’s walking over here? He’s uh..well he’s looking at me like he wants me dead..” your brother mumbles taking a cautious step backwards.

Before you can explain, a very pissed off Katsuki is beside you.

Thinking it best to be the first to speak, you quickly wrap your arms around the angry blonde, kissing his cheek before introducing him “Y/bn this is Katsuki Bakugou my fiancé, and Katsuki this is y/bn my younger brother…He came all this way just to see me on such a special day” you can feel your lover’s anger slightly dissipate as you complete the introduction.

The two men shake hands, each of them nodding at one another.

“Y/n just told me that it was you and your parents that took her in last summer, thank you for looking after my sister, she’s suffered so much at the hands of our parents, I’m happy that she’s found someone to cherish her like she should have been all this time…Thank you for saving her, my words alone can’t possibly convey my appreciation for the generosity of you and your family” y/bn bows to Bakugou and it definitely catches him off guard.

“You uh…you don’t need to do all that…” Katsuki stutters, a blush tinting his cheeks and he clears his throat before continuing “Y/n is my girl, I’d have brought her home with me sooner if I knew how shitty your parents were being to her…you don’t need to worry I’d never let anything happen to her”.

Now with Katsuki present, the joyous sibling reunion seemed to have come to an end. “Let me give you my new number so you can get ahold of me” you suggest, holding your hand out towards your brother.

“Yeah, that way you don’t have an excuse to not invite me to your wedding! Ah congratulations by the way” he laughs awkwardly as he hands over his phone. Your busy updating your contact information, so you don’t see the flash of anger that crosses Katsuki’s face but your brother certainly does.

Why would he be upset about her giving me her phone number?

Y/bn doesn’t have time to contemplate this as you quickly hand the device back to him.

Before either of you can say anything else, Mitsuki’s loud voice calls out to you;

“Katsuki! Y/n! Come on we’re going to be late for our dinner reservation, the rest of the family is already there!”.

You give your brother an apologetic look and he’s quick to wave you off, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll catch up some other time…Go have fun, this is a big accomplishment for you”.

Katsuki gives him a nod, which your brother returns and before your lover can drag you away, you immediately give your brother another big hug. The two of you sway side to side and share a laugh as you would have when you were children. When you pull away your eyes are shining with tears.

“Sis…Please don’t cry” your brother mumbles sadly. “M’not Gonna cry, It’s just really good to see you again..missed you a lot” you say between sniffles.

“We can meet up as soon as you have some free time, alright? We’ll do something fun! Like old times”

He gives you the boyish smile he always used to before going in for another hug.

Katsuki fought really hard with himself to keep the expression on his face calm because inside he was LIVID. This asshole just shows up after being absent from your life this entire time, and you fall all over yourself. He may be your brother but Katsuki is your devoted lover who’s been here for you the entire time your family hasn’t. No, you weren’t going to be seeing him to “catch up”, you don’t need a link to your parents around. You’ll just end up going back to them, and that can’t happen. When you finally turn to walk away from your brother, Katsuki grips your hand tighter than usual as he practically drags you over to where his parents stood waiting. “Was that your brother y/n?” Masaru asks, you’d told him plenty about your younger sibling during the evenings spent talking out on the back patio with him. You happily nod before explaining how the younger boy had come to see you.

Katsuki keeps the chip on his shoulder for the rest of the night out with his family. It wasn’t until the two of you enter your apartment together that he finally loses the grimace on his face.

“So….Is this the official start of our new life together?” you giggle, the excitement of today has yet to dwindle down just yet, and your giddy mood has you throwing your arms around your lover’s neck.

“Nah that happened when I made you mine, Jump” Katsuki grumbles as you hop up and wrap your legs around him. Without missing a beat he begins carrying you through the apartment.

“Well why don’t we re-create that time then?” You suggested once reaching your bedroom.

“Nah” Katsuki says before tossing you onto the plush mattress.

“But why-“

You don’t finish your question, because suddenly he’s looming over you, looking oh so menacing but incredibly sexy.

“Why complicate things? We’ll bring today’s celebration to an end by me Fucking you so good all you’ll be able to say is my name”.

The feeling of his hands slipping beneath your dress and indiscriminately squeezing your flesh makes you whimper.

He’s taking his time to get you flustered, massaging the inside of your thighs, dragging his calloused fingers across your hips.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you…just the two of us from now on…love you so Fuckin’ much princess, M’gonna be so good to you baby, worship you like the goddess you are” Katsuki knows he’s rambling, but it was just so hard not to with how irresistible you looked beneath him.

The level of devotion Katsuki has for you will always be nothing short of confounding. How could someone as incredible as him be so in love with one as damaged as you?

“I want to cherish you for the rest of my life, like a most prized possession”

For the first time in your life,

You’d truly been able to fool yourself

into believing that Happiness

Was not only attainable

But also finally within your grasp

Fin

#katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #Yandere #yandere bnha #mha yandere #yandere smut #bakugou smut #bakugo x reader #yandre katsuki bakugo #mha lemons #yandere bakugou #mitsuki bakugou #bakugou family

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Helsinki — levi ackerman/reader (posted to ao3)

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact

tags : alternateuniverse!cyberpunk, you're a netrunner, levi is a corpo, fixer kenny, levi makes you cum with your clothes on, top!leviackerman, protective!leviackerman, soft!leviackerman, gentledom!leviackerman, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, claiming, creampie, smut, technically a sad ending, i cried

word count : 9.2k

summary : Levi rescues you from your bad situation with your fixer Kenny. You just didn't expect to fall in love with him.

Helsinki: the one place on earth the nuclear war didn't reach.

The first time Levi sees you is on the subway on his way to work. He can’t take his eyes off you; the way the black bodysuit you’re wearing clings to your skin, the way your thigh high boots squeeze your thighs just right. But that’s not what captures his attention most – you’re pickpocketing people.

He can’t spot any chrome on you, but you do have an undercut and he immediately pins that you’re a Netrunner. It doesn’t make sense why you would be pickpocketing people if you were. He watches you work, silently walking by unsuspecting people as you grab something out of their pockets, even sometimes ejecting their chipware if they’re oblivious enough. He hopes you’re not brave enough to come near him, but he wouldn’t blame you if you tried.

You seem daring enough to approach someone who appears to be a regular corpo minding his business on his way to work, but Levi is anything but. He remembers being in your position a few years ago, only owing his success now to Erwin after he got caught trying to eject his chip with no chrome to help him out. Erwin had spun around immediately, using his Gorilla Arm to pick up Levi like he was a rag doll before he could even get the chip out.

Now he was on his way to work for the man.

You make a sudden move that catches Levi’s attention. You’re moving to get off the subway and he ignores his urge to follow you, to see what you’re going to do with everything you’ve stolen, but he remains in place – he has work.

—

You hop out of the subway doors, landing on the platform and pushing your way through the crowd of people waiting to get on. It was a busy travel day – perfect for looting to sell to the big guy. Managing to snag a couple chips should ensure that he’s happy with you, that he won’t skimp out on the eddies he owes you so you can actually pay rent this month.

You look around before sneaking through a back alley to avoid the cameras all over the streets. This is one of the only dark zones you know of and it just so happens to be where Kenny is located and waiting for you. You slip through the metal door after scanning your wrist, ensuring you’re not being followed.

“About time you damn brat,” Kenny rasps from the other room. You roll your eyes, ignoring the attitude you always receive when you know he’ll be happy to see you anyway.

“Managed to snag a couple chips,” you state, emptying your pockets on the table in the middle of the room. A couple chips, some corpo wallets they still carry around, and some small knives you managed to grab off of one guy. Kenny comes up behind you, placing his hands on your hips so your ass is rubbing against his crotch – you refrain from kicking him in the balls, used to how handsy he gets when you visit.

“You really earned it this time, doll,” he rasps in your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind as he does.

“You owe me five thousand eddies, Kenny,” you state, turning around to face him. He puts his hands on the table behind you, closing you in his arms like a cage.

“You’re gettin’ greedy now, aren’t ya?” He smirks down at you, his face merely inches away from your own as his Kiroshi Optic Eye stares back at you.

“It’s just what you promised,” you state plainly, managing to hide the attitude that wants to creep forward so badly.

He sighs and backs off of you – you release a quiet breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He turns around and rummages through a metal bin in the corner of the room, but you can’t tell what he’s looking for.

“I got a new Netdriver for you,” Kenny states. You internally groan, knowing immediately where this is headed. “Arasaka Mark Four. You know this shit is hard to get.” He turns around to face you, a small red chip between his fingers like he’s holding a cigarette. “I’ll give you four and you’ll do some netrunning for me to get two more.”

“Kenny,” you groan, “I need the five eddies now. I got rent to pay you bastard.”

“You hardly brought me anything. It’d be two if those chips weren’t sittin’ there,” he drawls.

You clench and unclench your jaw, relenting and stomping over to Kenny. You snatch the chip from between his fingers. “Let’s get this shit over with.” You ignore the dirty smirk on his face and walk to his back room where he’s got his set up, three monitors staring you in the face and a chair for you to lie on while he hooks you up. “You should be paying me more for this shit,” you snap at him and lay down on the chair with a scowl directed his way.

“We both know you ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he laughs.

You don’t comment on how wrong he is. You’re going to get the hell out of Night City if it’s the last thing you do and Kenny will burn without you. He slides his wheeled stool behind you and pops the chip into your neck where your hair is usually laying and lifts up the panel where your undercut is to hardwire you in. Your eyes gloss over when you connect, and you sink into darkness.

—

Levi sees you again on the same subway two weeks later, but this time you’re focused on getting chips and he assumes your fixer wasn’t too happy with your loot last time. You’re being quicker about it and simply ejecting them as you walk by without lingering as much as you did last time. It looks like you’ve got some kind of device in your wrist that lets you hover over their neck and pull it out without even trying. He doesn’t recognize it, something from the streets that wasn’t around a few years back and definitely nothing Militech rated.

You still haven’t made a move on him and he wonders if you’ve even noticed him or if you’ve determined he’s not worth the risk since he’s an obvious corpo. His tailored black suit and polished dress shoes give it away, along with his crisp undercut that he always keeps styled the way he likes it. Levi has always been this way; clean and polished. It’s helped him more times than he can count when he was running like you.

The subway stops and you’re moving to get out again – this time Levi follows you. He can’t ignore the urge after seeing you a second time and calls Erwin as he’s stepping off.

“Levi?” Erwin answers immediately – Levi rarely calls.

“I’m going to be late. Something came up,” he doesn’t bother with an excuse, too focused on keeping an eye on you. You’re wearing a black cropped jacket today and you’ve put the hood over your head, hiding your features, but he’s already observed you enough to remember your intriguing appearance.

“You okay?” Levi hears shuffling on the other line, assuming Erwin is packing his stuff in case he needs help.

“I’m good. Don’t interrupt your own shit. I’ll be there soon.” Levi hangs up the phone before he can respond.

—

You’re practically running at this point. You’ve gained the attention of a fucking corpo and he’s on your ass – he thinks he’s being stealthy, but you feel like he’s breathing down your neck. Your hood is up, hiding the Arasaka chip Kenny had left in your neck and you’re trying your best to act as if the man behind you isn’t freaking you the fuck out.

You spot an alleyway that you know has a blind spot and make an abrupt turn, hoping he’ll follow you inside. You spin around when you feel his presence close in, a dagger gripped in your hand. He stops in place as soon as you spin around and raise your dagger in attempts to press it against his neck and question him, but he quickly blocks it with his arm, your dagger coming into contact with metal – he’s got chrome, and he’s smart enough to fucking hide it.

You drop your dagger into your other hand and flip it so you can try and slash at him, causing your hood to fall back onto your shoulders as he grabs your wrist so hard the dagger drops to the ground.

“Stop,” he grits out, squeezing both of your wrists and looking at you with a dark rage in his eyes.

You stop struggling, realizing your own strength is hopeless to whatever chrome he has going on underneath that suit. “Why are you following me?” you snap, eyebrows furrowed with anger.

“I just wanna talk,” he supplies unhelpfully.

“Why should I talk to some corpo scum?” you scoff at him. He’s still holding your wrists painfully hard – you know you’ll bruise, but you keep your expression vexed.

“Who’s your fixer?” he ignores your insult, instead scowling when you start struggling again.

“Let me go, you fucking gonk,” you spit at him. You try to hide your surprise when he actually does, stumbling back slightly with wide eyes and looking up at him.

“I know you’re not a fucking joytoy, and you sure as hell aren’t a weefle,” he states as he crosses his arms and stares you down. “So who the hell is your fixer?”

“Why the hell do you care?” You cross your arms defiantly – you’ll die before you rat Kenny out, or else you’ll be dead anyway. “You don’t look like you work for Arasaka, and it’s definitely not Militech, so who the fuck are you?”

He ignores your questions again – you’re getting really tired of that. “You’ve been chippin’ people on that subway since two weeks ago. Just give me his handle – not like I know where every fixer in this city is.”

You stare him down. He’s clearly not a normal corpo – he has too many skills to be one – and he’s been watching you without you even realizing it. For all you know he could know where Kenny is anyway. “What’s your name?” you ask instead, avoiding his question now. If he wants you to trust him you’re going to need a hell of a lot more information.

“Levi,” he states plainly, without hesitation. “Yours?”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Ace.” Nobody calls you by your real name anymore anyway.

Levi pauses for a moment. “Ace. If you don’t want to tell me who your fixer is then come with me instead.”

“Now I know you’re fucking delusional,” you laugh. “You think he won’t have my head for missing one of my meetings? I’m already late because of you.”

“Fine. I’ll give you five thousand eddies to meet me at Riot tonight,” he promises.

You can’t help it when your jaw drops. “I’m not a member, if you haven’t guessed already, and five thousand eddies is a little fucking ridiculous just for me to meet you there. What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he smirks at you. “I’ll send twenty-five-hundred now and you’ll get the second half when I see you there – plus whatever you want to drink or eat, on me.”

You scowl at him and press on the chip in your neck, sending your information to him so he can send you the money as you shove past him. Worst case, you get some eddies and you don’t have to do any netrunning today for Kenny and you just won’t show up to collect the rest.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he tells you as you round the corner and go into the streets.

—

It’s stupid, really. You shouldn’t even be entertaining Levi’s request of meeting him at Riot, a snobby bar practically made just for the corpo nightlife, but at least it was a public location with decent security.

You debated it all day in your tiny box apartment, sitting on your window sill and staring at all the city lights and advertisements that seem to flash nonstop. Five thousand eddies was a lot for you. It would take care of your rent for a month and you’ve already paid this month’s so you were guaranteed at least another here. You didn’t have to netrun for Kenny today and even though he looked at you with such skepticism in his eyes when you turned him down, he simply shrugged and told you he’d get his second best to do it – apparently there’s no one that could ever replace you.

Now here you were, walking down the streets on your way to Riot with a long, black trench coat over the outfit you decided to wear tonight. A tight fitting, black sleeveless cropped top hugs your torso, it’s collar flipped down and pressed thanks to the extra money you could spare because of Levi. Your black leather pants cling to your body, flattering every curve and making your ass look great once you would inevitably take your coat off. You paired it with a pair of heels and hoped you looked like you could pass for a corpo’s hot date tonight.

You spot him immediately. Levi is leaning against the wall right next to Riot, not even bothering with standing in the long line by the entrance. He’s more casual instead of his usual full suit, but he still wears a tailored black dress shirt that’s tucked into black slacks, motorcycle boots on instead of those polished dress shoes. He looks handsome now that he isn’t trying to fight and question you, and you feel butterflies in your stomach from your anxiety when he looks up from his phone at you.

“You clean up well,” he comments as soon as you approach him.

“Bold of you to assume I usually don’t” you sass back.

“Bold of you to assume I didn’t already know,” he rebuttals. “Take the compliment.” He holds out his arm for you to take after pushing himself off the wall.

You hesitate before you slip your arm through his and he guides you to the bouncer at the door. He doesn’t even speak, he just simply moves to the side and allows Levi to pass through with you on his arm as if it were nothing.

The interior of Riot is dim, only atmospheric lighting allowing you to see the stage and the bar where Levi is guiding you. You fit in decently enough with the outfit you decided to wear tonight as you glance around at all the corpos that are talking too loudly and drinking too much to even bother sparing you a look. You feel so out of place; the posh atmosphere is much different from the clubs you’re used to.

Levi leads you to a table in the very back corner of the bar where a large man with blonde hair and striking blue eyes is waiting for you, eyeing you up as the two of you walk. “You fuckin’ set me up,” you hiss into Levi’s ear. You should have been smarter about this, you should have had someone scope out the area before you arrived, but how would you have known this man would be someone Levi knew. Fuck. You fucked up.

“I didn’t. Relax,” Levi mutters back to you. He releases his hold on your arm and instead wraps his arm around your waist, pressing his fingers into your hip as you approach the table. What the fuck is he playing at right now?

“Ah, Levi,” the blonde man greets from the table. A waitress drops off three glasses of champagne, and one neat glass of scotch. She smiles sweetly at him as she lets him know what she’s brought. “I see this is our guest. Please, take a seat. I got your usual.”

Levi has you slide into the booth first, much to your dismay, and slides in after you, reaching for the glass of scotch on the table and holding the glass by the rim. He slides you the glass of champagne and you switch it out for a different one, only accepting to drink it since you watched the waitress place them down.

The man takes a sip of his own, so you do the same once you see it’s safe. “Smart girl,” he praises, “but we would never do that to you. Clearly, Levi hasn’t been very upfront with you.”

“He hasn’t told me shit,” you snap.

He looks at you with an amused expression, and then at Levi. “Well, I can see why you were drawn to her.”

“Get on with it Erwin,” Levi sneers. Erwin. You weren’t expecting so much hostility from Levi to be directed at him.

“Alright,” Erwin sighs and turns back to you. “Levi wants to help you out. Get you out of that shit situation you’re in just like I did for Levi a few years back.” Your jaw goes slack, falling open and looking over at Levi. “I see he didn’t get that far. Never mind that, that’s his business. The point is that you’re probably working for some scumbag fixer and you need out before you’re dead on the street somewhere.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, and then Levi. Their assumptions of you are right, that you do this just to survive, but you’re damn good at what you do and you’ll be out of here before you’re dead.

“We’re not asking you to work for us, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Levi supplies.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask skeptically. You’ve noticed not a single person has wandered back here for a nearby table and it makes you wonder just how much influence a man like Erwin must have.

“Nothing. Levi will take care of you, I’ll provide him with a little extra ED’s, and you’ll be out of your shithole apartment and taken care of.”

You scoff. “Why the hell would you do that? What’s in it for you?” You’re sitting there with your arms crossed, drink untouched now and on the defensive. This is too good to be true – nothing comes without a catch.

“Levi says you’re a netrunner, and clearly a good one if you haven’t been kicked out on the street by your fixer. If you decide you want to work for me I’ll take it, but if not then you can just live your life.” Erwin is looking at you with such unwavering confidence it almost makes you angry. He’s assuming you’ll just accept his proposal.

“What the fuck do you get for it?” You nod your head towards Levi. Erwin stands from the table, capturing your attention for a moment as he excuses himself before you snap your head back to Levi.

“You remind me of myself,” he bluntly states. “You don’t look like you do this because you enjoy it. You look like you’re waiting for the best break of your life to approach you every time you get off that subway.”

“I can’t accept this,” you mutter. “My fixer will kill me. This makes no sense.”

“Who’s your fixer? Give me a handle and I’ll help you,” Levi promises. You’re looking into his eyes now, flitting back and forth and searching for any dishonesty in them. They’re a warm grey, pupils large with the dim lighting of Riot illuminating his features, and you can’t see a single speck of insincerity in them.

“‘The Ripper’,” you mutter to Levi.

—

Levi’s eyes go wide, looking at you with disbelief. Of course you would be working for Kenny. The one man Levi hoped he would never have to see again in his life is the man that’s holding you hostage as a netrunner for him. He doesn’t know what to do, but he knows Erwin will – he knows he can do at least something to help you, but once you go against Kenny you’ll have to be in hiding so he doesn’t flatline you.

“You work for Kenny,” Levi states, furrowing his eyebrows.

Your eyes widen as you look back at him. “How..?”

“Same fixer. He’s uh–” He clears his throat, ashamed to admit it. “He’s my uncle. The bastard is a fucking gonk and will use you until you’re dead.”

“I know,” you mumble and reach for your glass of champagne, downing it in one go. Levi does the same with his scotch.

“I’ll get you out of there,” Levi states and settles a hand on your thigh, you bristle slightly before relaxing into his touch. “Erwin will know what to do.”

—

You’re running. You’re running as fast as you can with three chromed out guys following right on your tail through the streets of the city that Kenny sent after you. You knew he wouldn’t take the news lightly; that his best netrunner was going solo and that you didn’t need his eddies anymore.

Levi told you to meet him down the street as soon as you broke the news and that’s where you were running now, pushing through the crowds of people and getting cussed out as you did. You spot him at the end of the street next to a barricade for construction and you feel like you could cry from relief. He revs his motorcycle once you're close and tosses you the extra helmet he brought and you climb on the back, throwing on the helmet over your head and frantically rushing to hold onto his waist as he peels off.

You’re hugging him so tight as he speeds down the street you almost feel bad, but you can’t help but rest your head on his back as you catch your breath. He places a hand over yours that’s on his abdomen, rubbing his thumb back and forth. His voice sounds in your helmet, “Kenny’s goons?”

“He didn’t exactly approve of his best netrunner leaving,” you tell him, slightly panting from running. “He doesn’t know you’re involved. Can’t imagine the reaction if he did.”

“Good. You got your important shit from your apartment?”

“Yeah,” you sigh and lift your head off of his back to look around – you’re headed into the city center. “You really live the high life now, don’t you?”

“It’s safe,” is all he replies with, removing his hand to place it the handle of his bike again to shift gears and speed up. Kenny’s guys are long gone, but who knows how many eyes and ears the man has.

Levi pulls up in front of one of the biggest buildings in Night City and turns into the underground parking garage to park. He turns his bike off and removes his helmet and you don’t realize you haven’t let go until he’s using his own hands to coax yours off of his abdomen. “We’re here. You’re safe,” he practically coos. Levi gets off his motorcycle after kicking the kick stand out and helps you off, removing your helmet once you’re standing.

His hair is ruffled and out of place compared to the last time you saw him, cheeks flushed from the helmet pressing into them. He sets down the helmets on his bike and reaches out to your face to brush off the stray hairs that plastered themselves there, feather light fingers softly grazing your skin. He nods his head towards the door behind him and grabs your hand to guide you through the doorway – there’s an elevator inside. Levi scans his wrist to summon the elevator, not letting go of your hand once.

The elevator ride takes about five seconds before you’re on the top floor of the building – a penthouse suite. You keep your composure despite feeling like a sewer rat inside of his perfect apartment. There’s a loft area right above the entrance and a decent size kitchen to your right with the living space on your left that’s been placed on a sunken floor. It’s immaculately clean and slightly industrial with wood accenting the dark metals.

“I only have one bed, but I don’t sleep much so it’s all yours,” Levi suggests as he takes his shoes off at the entrance and moves to walk up the stairs. You do the same, removing your thigh high boots and revealing your bare legs and small socks. He looks you up and down for a moment, so fast you almost miss it, and begins climbing the stairs – you’re quick to follow. “I’m sure you want a shower,” he starts, “I’m not sure how many clothes you brought, but I have something you might want to change into.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks,” you say softly once you step onto the second floor with him.

“Showers in there.” He points to the only doorway on the second floor. “Use whatevers in there if you don’t have anything, and then uh… Come have a drink with me when you’re done.”

“Okay,” you squeak out. You feel like an intrusion on Levi’s personal space. You’re still trying to rack your brain on why he would do this for you.

He pulls a drawer out from under his platform bed and pulls out a black shirt and a pair of black boxers from a different drawer – you feel bad that you’ll be wearing his under garments. “These should fit you.” He hands you the clothing and begins to make his way down the stairs.

“Thank you,” you mutter softly.

—

Levi can’t seem to figure you out still. One moment you’re putting up a fight, practically snapping at him with razor sharp teeth, and the next you’re timid and shy, speaking to him with such softness he can barely hear you. He pours himself a glass of scotch as he waits for you to shower and wishes he could make you feel more comfortable.

It’s only a few moments later when you walk down the stairs, hair slightly damp still, but you’re clothed in his shirt that covers the boxers he gave you. You look even more beautiful than you normally do.

“Preference?” he asks, referring to his collection of alcohol where he’s set up a mini bar by the kitchen to distract himself.

“Scotch is fine,” you gesture towards his glass. Levi is positive you don’t know your alcohol.

“Ice?”

“Sure.”

He grabs a square ice cube and drops it into a short glass so he can pour the scotch over it. You’re still standing near the stairs, fiddling with your thumbs, when he turns around to hand you your glass. “Oi,” he grabs your attention, causing your head to snap up to look at him. “Come here.”

You slowly walk over to him, practically looking like a caged animal, and Levi meets you halfway in front of the large floor to ceiling window of the main area. He hands you your glass and you nod in thanks, taking a timid sip from the glass. Levi can’t help but smirk at you when you let out a small cough from the liquor.

You walk to the window with your glass in hand and Levi frowns. “I still don’t understand.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to offer you a better reason,” Levi responds easily. He can’t quite pin the reason himself, why he would go to these lengths to get you out of your shitty situation. There were plenty of people working for fixers as bad as Kenny, but for some reason he just felt drawn to you. You reminded him of himself, that look on your face when you think no one is watching tells him everything he needs to know. You want more for yourself, you want more than to scrape by in this hellhole of a city and Levi wants to be the one to give you everything you could ever deserve and more. He barely knows you, but he wants you to get comfortable with him; confide in him if you need to. He’ll easily take care of you and maybe you’ll make a name for yourself in Erwin’s company just like he has.

“I don’t want to let you or Erwin down if I don’t decide to join the company,” you sigh and take a seat on his floor, disregarding the couch that’s a mere five feet behind you.

“I don’t expect you to know what you want right now.” Levi downs the rest of his glass, setting it down on his kitchen counter before taking a seat next to you – on the floor of all places.

You look over at him, a certain gleam in your eyes. “I do know what I want.” You look away, out at the sparkling city lights now that the sun was going down. “I want to get out of Night City. Live as a Nomad or something, maybe even move to Helsinki where it’s not such a nightmare.”

“Those are big goals,” Levi sighs. “How would you do it?”

“I’d figure it out,” you mumble and grab the glass by the rim like Levi usually does and down your scotch in one go. You cough a bit just like Levi expected you to, but you keep your composure enough and set your glass down on the floor. He realizes you don’t have a plan – you’re just searching for an end to your misery.

Levi hesitantly reaches out and turns your face towards him with two fingers on your jaw. “You’re such a lost soul,” he mutters, gazing deeply into the colors of your irises. “Please, let me help you find it.”

—

You hear the elevator doors open and close, signaling that he’s home. “Levi!” you shout from the bed, frantically getting up to bound down the stairs.

“Do anything fun today, brat?” Levi acknowledges you with a glance as you practically run down the stairs, eager to get to the takoyaki he promised he would pick up on his way home from work.

“I crushed up my Arasaka chip,” you beam at him, proud that you’ve finally done it after a few months of living with him, and dig into the paper bag he had set on the counter.

“That should have been done earlier,” he chides and smacks your hand away from the bag. “Go sit. I got it.”

You smile and make your way to the couch, knowing Levi hates it when that’s your choice to eat dinner at, but he trusts that you won’t spill anything after two months of convincing him. He rolls his eyes and hands you your takeout container once you’ve settled in and he’s made his way over to you.

You practically devour the takoyaki and sigh with contentment when you’re finished, placing the box on the coffee table in front of you. “I want to show you something tonight,” Levi mumbles next to you, capturing your attention. He’s only eaten half of his meal, but he places the box next to yours. “Have you ever experienced a braindance before?”

You shake your head. “No, but I’ve always wanted to.”

Levi gives you a small smile – a rare occurrence you love seeing now. “I have one. It’s small, but I think you’ll really like it.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the cabinet under the television that never gets used. “I’ll go in with you.” He sits back down on the couch next to you and begins to hook you up. “It’s not an XBD, I promise. You trust me?” All you do is nod.

He hooks himself up and leans back into the couch as you do the same when he puts you both in.

For a moment all you really see is white, and then when your eyes adjust you’re met with the sight of tall trees surrounding you and blue skies that stretch on for miles. Your lips are parted in awe at your environment as you look around and finally land on Levi standing there watching you. “It’s incredible,” you breathe. You’ve never seen anything like it.

“It’s a part of Helsinki, apparently,” he tells you. “It’s an old one, but it cost a fortune. I hope it’s still like this.”

You finally move from your spot to walk around the area as much as you can, taking in the sight of greenery around you, enclosing you in with such a calming presence. It’s beautiful, the way the trees seem to tower over you like buildings, but you feel so much more at peace. You can feel the grass beneath your feet and smell the freshness of the air as you take a deep breath. It feels like you’re in paradise.

You look back over at Levi to find that his eyes never left your wandering form, and you make it a point to walk back over to him. “Thank you,” you tell him with the most sincerity in your voice. “This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and your heart palpitates. “You deserve it.” He slides a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him and into a hug where you practically melt against him. When you lean back your noses are almost touching, your breathing softer as you stare into his grey eyes.

Levi rips the headset off of him and then off of you before you’re climbing onto his lap on the couch. Your lips connect with his within a second, softly pressing against him with enough pressure as he runs his hands along your hips. He reciprocates with more enthusiasm, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face to tilt you so he can deepen the pressure.

You barely separate when you’ve run out of breath, panting softly. “Sorry,” you breathe.

“Don’t be stupid,” he scolds before grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you in again, fervently moving his lips against yours with bruising pressure. His other hand rests on your hip and starts to guide you back and forth so you’re rolling yourself against him, causing you to let out a breathy moan when your clit receives a small amount of pressure. Your tongues slightly touch when your mouth opens wider, the soft muscles dancing with each other as you grind yourself against Levi.

You can feel him underneath you, hard and pressing against the fabric of his slacks. You tug on his hair, feeling the rough undercut and the soft silky strands that frame his forehead. You’re only wearing a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, allowing him to slide his hands up your sides as you do the work of grinding against him. His hand fondles your bare breast and you’re already embarrassingly close as you grind your cunt against him, letting out a small moan as you tilt your head back in ecstasy.

Levi’s lips move to your exposed neck, suckling and biting his way down until he reaches a sensitive spot that makes you gasp. “Use me, sweetheart,” Levi breathes onto your skin. “Use me and make yourself cum.” You whimper and roll your hips against him, using his clothed cock to get you off shamelessly. You’re panting, and soon you’re seeing stars as you orgasm and hold onto Levi like he’s your only lifeline. “That’s a good girl,” he coos as you come down. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

“Levi,” you call for him breathlessly and he easily stands up with you in his lap, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries you up the stairs to the bed. He gently lays you down, crawling on top of you to continue his nibbles to your neck as you come down from your high. “I need you,” you whimper and weakly paw at his back.

“You’ll have me, sweet girl,” Levi promises and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside in a manner completely unlike him. His hands slide under your shirt as yours reach for him, to feel his pecs and torso; the muscle that flexes so taut under his flawless skin. He pulls at the fabric until you sit up slightly, allowing him to pull your shirt over your head and onto the floor to join his own. “You’re a dirty girl for not wearing a bra today,” he rasps.

“I hardly ever do,” you breathe and pull him down to meet your lips again, urgently seeking out the intimate contact. Your mouths move seamlessly together, connecting and molding to one another so perfectly you’re already breathless again. One of his hands wanders to your hips to tug at the shorts you’re wearing and you lift your hips so he can pull them down – you manage to kick them off with him on top of you.

His lips wander, drifting down to your jaw and then your neck, down to your collarbone and sternum as he leaves trails of his markings down your torso. He drops down to your lower abdomen, kissing slowly before his face is hovering over your dripping cunt. “You poor thing,” Levi coos, “you’re clenching at nothing.” He watches your hole flutter, aching to be filled.

“Levi, please,” you beg.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He places two fingers between your lips, collecting the slick and teasing your entrance.

“Anything,” you groan, “touch me, lick me, please. Anything!”

Levi loses all of his patience and thrusts the two fingers into you all at once, earning a large gasp from you that quickly becomes breathless moans. He rushes forwards to feel your clit throb in his mouth, lips enclosing on the small bud and gently sucking so you’re writhing from pleasure.

Your hand flies down to establish a grip in his hair as he starts to lick you up and down, flicking his tongue and giving you everything you asked for. Levi finds himself rutting into the mattress to the sounds of your mewling and moans, desperate to take care of you and give himself some relief.

“Can you give me one more?” Levi asks between strokes of pumping his fingers into you. “Can you cum one more time sweet girl?” You nod aggressively, feeling Levi smile against your clit before he resumes his sucking and licking that has you seeing stars as your eyes roll back. He inserts one more finger, finger fucking you with three now and meeting no resistance as you suck him in.

You cum hard, feeling your hips chase after your high as you practically fuck yourself against Levi’s fingers and mouth. He eases one out, using two to gently guide you through it and scissor you open a bit more before pulling them out completely. You feel delirious with pleasure, eyes lidded and flushed lips slightly parted as you stare at Levi. He rises from the bed and wipes his chin off with the back of his hand as he unbuckles his belt to slide his slacks off, taking his boxers with them.

You shamelessly stare, licking your lips to wet them again after breathing so hard. “Can you handle more?” he asks gently, caressing your face as he crawls over you again.

You nod. “Mmhm,” is all you can manage to get out.

“You sure? I want to be rough with you,” he checks in with you softly, eyebrows dipped with concern.

“Mm,” you nod, “want it rough.”

He leans down, lips connecting with yours and you whimper. He palms his cock, stroking it and positioning it at your entrance to brush it between your folds, causing you to shudder when the head rubs against your clit, the oversensitivity making you gasp. Levi deepens the kiss, using one hand to softly caress your face as his metal forearm supports him while the other guides himself into you, both of you groaning simultaneously once he bottoms out.

He’s gentle at first, ensuring you’ve adjusted to him before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, eliciting a gasp from you. The pain dissipates into blinding pleasure as he continues to pound himself into you, the only sounds being your heavy breathing, skin slapping together, and the lewd squelching from between your bodies.

“Fuck, Levi,” you choke out through a moan.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises. His movements are slow, but so blindingly hard that you feel that pressure building in your lower abdomen already. He pulls his hips back in an arch, and rolls them back forwards to stroke that perfect spot inside your walls. “So sweet,” he moans. He sits back so his hand can grab at your throat, gently squeezing the sides so you’re all the more delirious. “You’re mine, sweetheart. I get to take care of you,” Levi groans. “Just me.”

“Mmhm,” you nod aggressively, eyes rolling back when he pushes himself up to the hilt as hard as he can.

“Can you be on top for a bit, love?” Levi relaxes on the pressure he’s been using, slowly rolling his hips into yours instead as he removes his hand on your throat. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes and nod. “I’ll still take care of you,” he promises, a thumb pulling your bottom lip down.

He pulls out and you whine as he helps you up so he’s laying down and you’re straddling him. You sink yourself down onto him and let out a moan of relief at being filled again by Levi as he lets out one of his own, guiding you forwards, coaxing you into allowing your torso to fall against his and you bury your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around your torso and thrusts upwards, hitting that sweet spot at a different angle that makes your head spin.

You’re practically drooling onto the pillow below Levi’s head as he keeps his promise of being rough with you, pounding into you so hard your vision is blurry, but maybe that’s just the tears that have formed. “You trust me?” he asks, choking it out between strokes.

“Yes,” you mumble deliriously, nodding your head up and down. “Yes, Levi, yes, yes, yes,” you moan.

His hand slides down your back and his thrusts slow a bit before you feel a finger gathering up your slick and glide back up to your ass. He gently prods your hole, circling the rim before he pushes past that barrier of muscle.

You tense up, lifting your head from his neck to look down at him as he slides a finger into your ass. “Levi,” you gasp.

“Can feel you clenching,” he mutters. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you. You can take it.”

You can’t relax, but he pushes past anyway and manages to get knuckle deep as he slowly pulsates his finger inside of you. He’s still slowly thrusting into you, his cock brushing your walls and feeling his own finger on the other side. You’ve never felt so full in your life and now that the pain is gone all you can feel is debilitating bliss, your breathing even more labored than before as you sit up a bit and push yourself down so you’re grinding against his cock and finger.

“Cum in me Levi,” you beg, “Claim me. Wanna feel you cum.” You clench around him, close to your own end as you frantically rut your hips down on him.

“Fuck, fuck,” Levi growls. “Gonna cum, baby, fuck.”

You clench around him as you cum again, white rings of your cream flowing down his cock as you roll your hips back and forth to chase your own end. You feel a wave of warmth inside of you as Levi lets out a whine, his cum filling you as his finger leaves your other hole so he can pull you down to him for a frantic kiss.

Your lips melt together, moving slowly now that you’ve both come down a bit from your high, and you feel like you’re drunk on him alone. You separate from him, noses still touching as you lightly breathe in each other’s air and stare. You know you need to get up, but your limbs feel like jelly and you just might collapse on top of him.

“Come on,” Levi whispers. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

—

You rest your head against his shoulder, allowing him to hold you up and wash your body gently with soothing strokes from his hands.

“You really want to be mine?” Levi's voice breaks through the sound of the shower water pelting the tile around you, uncertainty unexpectedly lacing it.

You lift your head to look at him properly, confusion evident in your features. “Yes,” you reassure him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Do you still want to go to Helsinki?” he questions.

You frown and dip your head back down to rest against his shoulder. “Let’s not talk about that right now.”

—

When Levi gets home you’re connected to the braindance he showed you, mindlessly laying on the couch as you visit Helsinki for the fifth time this month even after using it for a year straight. He quietly pads over to you and turns the braindance off, allowing you to take the headset off as you frown up at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you question, setting the headset down on the coffee table.

“I could take you, you know,” Levi suggests. If you want to go he’ll take you and then the two of you will come back to Night City. “We’ll visit – together – and then we’ll come back to the city. Maybe it can be a yearly thing.” He walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of scotch as he loosens his tie.

“You know I could never come back to Night City after seeing a place like that,” you mutter, standing up from the couch.

“We could go more than once a year,” Levi suggests instead. He takes a sip from his glass. “Erwin wouldn’t mind funding the trips. He has more eddies than he needs.”

You look up at him – you haven’t come over to him to kiss him hello like you usually do. “Night City isn’t meant for me.”

Levi furrows his eyebrows; confused. He knows you’ve always dreamed of seeing Helsinki, but he thought you were feeling more at home now – he gives you everything you ask for, everything you need. He’s here. “I thought you were feeling better about it.”

“I don’t do anything, Levi,” you sigh and finally walk over to him, still slightly out of reach. “I wait for you to come home so I can be your joytoy and eat, and then the next day is the same.”

He frowns. “You’re more than a joytoy and you know that. Erwin still has a place if you want to get back into netrunning –”

“I don’t want to work,” you cut him off.

“I–” Levi says your real name and he watches you flinch. “I love you. I… I don’t understand why you want to leave. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.”

“Levi,” you sigh and frown down at the ground. “I love you, but what I want is to live in Helsinki.” You look back up at him and walk towards him – he sets down his glass – and you grab his hands. “Come with me. Live with me there,” you beg him, looking at him with doe eyes and tears forming on your waterline. “We could be so happy, Levi.”

God, he feels like his heart is being ripped out. “My place is in Night City and you know that.”

You drop his hands and he feels like he’s already lost you.

—

You never thought you’d be seeing it in person; the utopia of Helsinki – the one place with so much life, clean air and loving people. Levi had been right, they don’t let just anyone in here, but Erwin had managed to pull some strings and now here you were, staring at a giant forest of trees with Levi watching you from behind.

You turn around to face him with a giant grin on your features. “This is incredible,” you tell him, as if he can’t see what you’re seeing.

“I know,” he smiles at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You spin to look around again, your senses overwhelming you when you try to take everything in; the feeling of the soft dirt beneath your shoes, the way it’s so easy to breathe in the clean air, the sound of birds chirping. Levi wraps his arms around you from behind and you sigh, feeling so content with where your life has taken you – even if you’ll have to be back in Night City by the end of the week.

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart,” Levi mumbles into your neck, leaving sweet kisses along your skin and on the nape of your neck. You turn around in his arms and reach for him, pulling him in for a soft, gentle kiss. He tastes so sweet.

“You’re too good to me, Levi,” you whisper against his lips.

“You deserve it.”

—

Levi unlocks the door, holding your hand to guide you inside. It’s more beautiful than it was in the picture, the perfect amount of natural wood and soft materials decorating the space – he knows you’ll love it much more than his apartment.

“Wow,” you breathe. “They decorate so differently here. It’s so calming.”

“I thought you’d like it,” he gives you a soft smile.

You wander around the space, touching all of the soft materials and running your hands along the wood that looks different than what they use in Night City. There's a large window in your living area looking out over a small lake with the tallest trees he’s ever seen surrounding it – the only trees he’s really ever seen in real life.

“I love it,” you laugh. “It’s perfect. This will be such a good week.”

He knew it would be hard, but he never thought he would struggle to force the words out as much as he is now. “It’s yours, actually.”

You pause your movements, slowly turning around to face him in the middle of your new apartment. “What?”

Levi says your name softly. “Welcome home.”

“Levi–”

“I bought it for you,” he starts before he can back out. “Your citizenship is being worked on by Erwin, but it should be valid soon.”

“Levi–”

“You won’t have to worry about working, I’ll still provide for you, and you can just live here to do what you want.”

“Levi, what are you doing?” You’re looking at him with tears in your eyes and he fears he’s gotten it all wrong.

“I told you I’d give you anything you ever wanted and I meant it.” He walks towards you. “I love you. I don’t want you to leave, but if this is what you want then it’s yours,” he chokes out. He would never stop you from living your dreams, even if it meant his own heart would be shattered – he knew you were too good to be true, too good to stick around him.

“I don’t know what to say,” you choke out, tears flowing down your cheeks.

He swipes your tears away with his thumbs. “You never were very good at accepting my gifts,” he mumbles.

You hug him, so tightly it feels like you’ll never let go, and he savors the feeling of your body pressed against his. His lips peck your forehead. You separate from him and look into his eyes with red rimmed eyes, irises glazed over as you lean in to kiss him sweetly.

You pull him onto the platform bed at the edge of the room and he eagerly crawls over you, savoring every inch of your skin as he tears your clothes off and you do the same to him. He has tears in his eyes when he pushes himself inside of you, and he can hardly look at you despite wanting to savor every last moment he has. Levi hides his face in your neck, sucking on your skin so you’ll have a few marks to remember him by for at least a little while.

“Levi,” you moan. He ignores you. “Levi. Levi, look at me.” He can’t. He can’t obey your sweet words, practically begging him to just watch you come undone like he always does as he whispers sweet praises for you. You push on his shoulders. “Levi,” you choke out again.

He swallows hard and finally slows his thrusts to a complete stop, lifting his head just enough to look at you. You have tears in your own eyes as you wipe away his. “I love you,” Levi chokes out, because fuck he’s never felt anything like this before in his life and he needs you to know before he leaves you here.

“Stay with me,” you beg him. “Please. I need you in my life Levi.”

He doesn’t say anything – he knows his voice will fail him.

He continues his thrusts into you and loses himself completely, mumbling your name like a mantra and thumbing your clit so you cum for him. “You’re such a good girl,” he finally moans, close to his own release. “You’ll always be mine.”

“Levi,” you mewl. “Cum in me. I’m yours. I’m yours. I love you.” You moan, back arching as an orgasm rips through you and Levi meets his own end with his cock throbbing inside you.

—

You lie in the middle of the grass field, staring up at the sea of clouds above you that sprawl across the blue skies. You’ll never get tired of this view; the way it seems to melt away all of your worries and slow your heart rate enough so you feel normal. You think about how you should make yourself a cup of tea and smile, remembering how much Levi loved the tea here from the fresh tea leaves they grow in Helsinki.

It’s been at least two years since you’ve seen him, his last words telling you he loves you and to contact him if you ever want to see him – you haven’t tried. You miss him so much it hurts every time you think about him, but you belong in Helsinki. You volunteer now at the local gardens, tending to the flowers and crops so your community can eat. You tend to isolate yourself, but you’ve made a few friends – you belong here.

Levi stopped sending you money personally, instead handing the task over to Erwin. You get it, you would do it too, but it didn’t hurt any less when you received a message from Erwin letting you know.

You’ll probably never see him again and you have to live with your choices with no regrets, but you can’t help it when your mind lingers on thoughts of him. No one will ever come close, you’ll never love anyone else, but you hope he’s tried to move on from you all the same.

—

But Levi never did move on from you.

He spent most of his idle time thinking of you, thinking of how you looked in his clothes and how sweet you were to him; how beautiful you always were and always would be.

It’s been years now and you still haven’t reached out to him and he respects your space even after so long.

Levi connects to the BD he’s saved, expecting to see you next to him in the fields of Helsinki, and instead being met with an open field even though he swears he saw a glimpse of your soft irises staring back at him.

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josephseedismyfather · 1 year ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY (and on a Wednesday, too!)

Thank you to @socially-awkward-skeleton and @inafieldofdaisies for the tag! 🥰

A little snippet from Afflicted. Completely unedited and nowhere near ready to go.

Afflicted.

“Is this what it’s always gonna be, girl? You gettin’ into trouble, and me gettin’ you out of it?” Jacob grabbed her by the shirt collar, and hauled her face close to his. “Because the way I see it, this ain’t the first time I’ve saved your ass since we met.” He straightened up and looked at her through narrowed eyes.

Her breath was caught in her throat, and she couldn’t look away from those damn eyes. “I don’t need you to save me.” The words tumbled out without her thinking.

“Is that so?” Jacob backed her up against the brick, positioning both of his hands against the wall on either side of her head. “Then tell me, girl, you don’t need me around? You got this shit handled?”

Harley felt heat rise to her cheeks, shame and embarrassment biting at her. She knew full well what could have happened if he hadn’t been there. “What do you want me to say, Jacob?” She knew he probably heard the quiver in her voice. “Do you need to hear me say that I need you?” Harley thought she saw Jacob’s eyes widen slightly. “Do you need to hear me say that I’m lucky you were here, that you always somehow manage to be here when I need you, that you did save me yet again from some bullshit disaster that probably would have ended horribly? Do you need to hear how terrified I was, Jacob? How I thought maybe this shit was happening again, just like last time, just like I deserve, just like it always. Fucking. Happens?!” panic was seeping into her voice, breathing fire and ice into her words. She knew she should shut up, but she just, couldn’t. She stood up a little straighter, her panic making her angry, which made her brave. “I need you, Jacob. I fucking need you!”

Tagging, with no pressure and apologies for doubles: @wrathfulrook, @trench-rot, @jacobsneed, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @cassietrn, @redreart, @hotmessteaparty, @insanityofvaas, @v0idbuggy 🥰

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anna-neko · 2 years ago

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hello fellow DnDaddies nerds, have you heard the good news!

The next chapter of @owl-ghost's lovely lil Daryl x Henry AU work is up!! and lemme tell ya... *waves handful of cotton-candy in one hand and bottle of reddi-wip in other* There. Will. Be. Fluff! (deepcut?)

In Love and Contempt - Owl_Ghost - Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) [Archive of Our Own]

____________ anyway, if I may have attention for just a second ... if anyone who knows which side of the pencil to hold, would be so generous as to just take a minute outta their busy day to doodle the 'damsel' scene .. Requesting, nay begging, respectfully i just..*clenches fist* it would make this old lady incredibly happy... plz & thnx

ALSO... i am like thiiiiiiis sure this idea exists in the wild (but sometimes with all the fandom its difficult to tell, we may come up w/ similar ideas independently) but if anyone, anyone at all is looking for a short AU crack-fic one-shot subject, may I suggest : Princess Hen of Oakvale being rescued by a Valiant Knight (or brave Barbarian, dealers choice) Darryl Wilson bonus points for a Rapunzel-like tower situation, garlands of flowers and floating ribbons, and of course.. Barry Oak gettin punched in the face, with a chair

so yes, if nobody has done this yet, I am gifting you this idea!! You are welcome to use it! If anyone does write (or draw) any of it, plz I am beggin you, tag me. ping, DM, send a messenger pigeon if you must - this gremlin craves the good good content

#dndads #fanfic #inloveandcontempt #Dungeons and Daddies #no braincells just podcasts #fellas is it weird to be proud of ya role as The Support Chara to creatives #don't wanna be Main Spotlight or whatevs #the proudly beaming Summon behind their left shoulder that's a good space to be instead #sorry headcanons just keep spilling out #here for all your rando idea generating #just fandom things #nerd streams crossing

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neverland-promises · 2 years ago

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Lmao vampire!Scott has given me such brainrot and then I found this song and now my brainrot is sooooo strong so lmao im just gonna ramble because I have so much to say sbdivjdnd

Anyways im a simple person and I adore flower husbands and im on a fh kick as well but I just have this idea that came too when Scott built his lil village and stuff like what if this is set as Scott basically reining over a decent town or somethin like that and Jimmy lives in that village with Lizzie and Joel and whatever and every so often the town gives a sacrifice so vamp Scott leaves them alone for a bit before they do it again and everyone hates it but it is what it is and ofc its time again and the town doesn't say anything and decides that lizzie is the new sacrifice for the vamp thats terrorizing them at the last minute so no one can complain ( ofc Joel and Jimmy complain this won't fly ) but ofc no one gives a shit what they say one life gone to save hundreds more is a better option well feeling like they've run out of options at the last second Jimmy shoves Lizzie outta the carriage box thing...I haven't thought that far ahead what they transport people in yet, but details sndjcjsk anyways he takes her place and he gives a promise of coming back one way or another as he's bein taken away and ofc Jimmy is well Jimmy and he didnt think this far ahead and isn't sure what he's gonna do honestly he's pretty sure he's gonna be dead before he can even form a plan

So by the time he makes it to the castle he's sweating bullets because he's gonna be eaten by a deadly vampire whats he gonna do? Fight? Its a vampire! So when he's finally face to face with this vampire the vampire is just as confused to see him ( "huh, a man? Thats new" "what?" "Never thought you humans would leave the dark ages of giving young women as sacrifices "We're in the dark ages??? You demand sacrifices to not kill the whole town! So whose really the one who still lives in the dark ages, huh?" "Hmm, fair point" ) Jimmy and Scott are very much confused by the whole thing but Scott is curious as to why he's here instead of the usual ones that get stuck with Scott and Jimmy declares that he refuses to let someone he cares about be forced to death just for a bunch of strangers and this catches Scotts attention because "wow I can't tell if you're really brave or fucking stupid i mean who willingly gives themselves up to become vampire chow"

Deciding that this could be fun and something to keep attention for a lil bit before he eventually gets rid of him Scott decides to let Jimmy live in his castle and stuff and then comes the whole thing of gettin to know each other and shit but it's Scott bein Scott so y'know he's definitely getting on Jimmys nerves and teases him as well making sure that he knows whose the one in charge

I haven't thought too far ahead of how they start to connect just yet but im also very interested in angel!sausage and vamp!Scott's interactions so maybe back in the village Lizzie is like "someone please watch over my idiot brother and that he stays safe and come home" and already Scott is on what gods shit list so maybe angel!sausage is assigned as Jimmy's guardian angel and more shenanigans ensues i haven't thought that too far ahead but I needed this outta my head before it causes me to explode ahsjfjfjsjzn

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I just think he's neat

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Can you believe this happened in real time? And live on stream? ON A SCAR STREAM?

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I don't think I'll ever get over E1!Scott or Vampire!Scott tbh

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My #1 post of 2022

Honestly Anya's lil 'heh' face really felt like it fit Martyn and I had to get this out of my system

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Yea sure I'll post this ig

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nocturnaltides · 1 year ago

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Once again, THANKS SKY~!!! THEY ALL LOOK AWESOME~!!! AND I'M BRINGIN THIS OVER HERE FOR MY, long overdue, OC PAGE~!!

Introductions in order:

Chains: A chaotic enigma? A wackadoo mechanic? A total lunatic? A cackling ghost story? She's been called many things, and not a lot of people have any idea of what her deal is. But, people do know that she lives in the outskirts of Splatsville, in a hodgepodge of scrap metal, bizarre traps, and odd, somewhat ominous, scratches on the walls that she, happily, calls her hideout. She's got a few screws loose but, if you listen closely, you might find some strange meaning in her ramblings about "what's out there"...maybe, or she might just be talkin about pickin her teeth with a tire iron, again Nowadays, she gets to put her mechanical, and other odd skills, to use since, after getting into a wild showdown with Nocchan, she tagged along with her and Riza and joined the new Squidbeak Splatoon.

Macha: A happy-go-lucky soul that grew up with big dreams of big adventures, especially after watching Nocchan fight everything the world has thrown at her. Not one to stay back and let everyone else do the hard work, Macha does her best to lend her incredible speed to those who need it, under the guise of her wandering hero alter ego: [The Golden Jet Stream: Supersonic Squid Machamon!]

Riza: Years ago, she was a top fighter who grew bored of the crowds and cameras and sought something "different" in life, which she found when she inherited the title of "Agent 3" and went off to fight countless battles that, instead of giving rise to a brave hero, awakened something merciless and cold blooded in her heart, stealing the armor of a fallen rival as a "trophy" and using her gas mask to hide her sinister smile and piercing gaze, a look that Nocchan became all too familiar with when the two clashed and Riza walked away after a heated battle that would make her a nemesis in Nocchan's eyes...This would come rushing back to her after she received news that she was to become Captain of the Squidbeak Splatoon. After having adjusted to a somewhat quiet life, she now quietly faces her demons, struggles to find peace with herself. and goes through the odd process of teaming up with Nocchan and Chains...though it's kinda hard to tell all that since she manages to keep a confident smirk on her face and keeps a habit of givin people nicknames~

Doppel: What do you get when you cross an identity crisis with a booyah bomb? You get Doppel~!! Through a freak accident, the power of a fateful booyah bomb combined with Nocchan's, temporarily, scrambled mind and mixed into a form all its own, a form that, after much anxious self discovery, dubbed herself "Doppel" Since then, she has clashed with Nocchan, multiple times, on a journey to find stability, to make sense of how she fits into the world, and to keep Nocchan from going too far and get others caught up in her shenanigans. Though she still searches for answers, she has come a long way from anxiously spending her nights staring up at the stars and wondering "why?" Now, she asks herself "why not?"

Nocchan: Having spent most of her life on the streets, Nocchan's made a habit of fighting everything in her way, all while cracking one liners and gettin into trouble, and that kind of energy has gotten her through many trials in her life: Escaping a storm that destroyed her hometown, fighting Octavio, almost destroying Wahoo World while dueling with Doppel, facing Tartar and Riza on top of the NILS statue, giant salmonid monstrosities, adding another crater to the splatlands after fighting with Chains, the list goes on. The only thing that seems to have any hope of defeating Nocchan is the fear that she might not be strong enough to protect those she cares about, a fear that almost won out when she moved to the splatlands in order to push herself to new levels...That is until Riza, someone she strived to show up, came around and asked her to join the Squidbeak Splatoon. Now, alongside two unlikely partners, Nocchan finds herself goin' up against a whole new set of challenges that, one by one, seem to be bringing back the spark she had when she first arrived in inkopolis, and there's no tellin where she'll end up next!

🎉HAPPY BIRTHDAY @deepsixsquid !!🎉

If everyone could do me a favor and go blow up his [ask box] with birthday wishes today, that'd be super cool!!

[OCs in order: Chains / Macha / Riza / Doppel / Nocchan]

#oh seas #IT'S ABOUT TIME I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO DOIN THIS #And I think this is a good start~#I have plenty more where these came from but this is good for now~#FINALLY TIME TO RAMBLE ABOUT OC'S INSTEAD OF KEEPIN IT ALL LOCKED UP

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double-knots-archive · 3 years ago

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anyway hi, i dont know if all of these have been dropped or not because some of them have been showing up and some arent?? so idk if tungle is just stupid or if i just forgot to drop stuff but

relationship tag drops A <3

#TAG DROP;#ALONE TOGETHER. || SNUFKIN&AAMU;#YOU HEAR ME. || MOOMIN&AAMU;#AN UNSUNG MELODY MINE FOR SAFEKEEPING. || SAM&ALYSSA;#YOU HOLD THE KEY THAT COMPLETES ME. || JACK&ANNELLA;#ANDALUSIA! || ACACIA&ANNELLA;#THE SUN AND MOON AS LOVERS. || MO&APRIL;#YOU LIGHT MY MORNING SKY WITH BURNING LOVE. || ZUKO&AURA;#WHO LIKES ME AND WHO HATES YOU. || CHANG&AURA;#I SEE EVERYONE GETTIN' ALL THE THINGS I WANT. || MULING&AURA;#ADDRESS THE LETTERS TO THE HOLES IN MY BUTTERFLY WINGS. || IROH&AURA;#IT'S A VICIOUS LITTLE WORLD. || SAM&AVA;#LONG LIVE THE RECKLESS AND THE BRAVE. || DEAN&AVA;#IT'S MY WORLD HE'S A-ROCKIN'! || PHINEAS&BECK;#MEANS I LOVE YOU! || ISABELLA&BECK;#HUSTLE IS PLAIN' THE GAME RIGHT. || BUFORD&BECK;#THE MATHEMATICAL POTENTIAL. || BALJEET&BECK;#WORTH ITS WEIGHT IN GOLD. || FERB&BECK;#HISTORY REWRITES ITSELF. || ARLO&ASH;#TIME AND HEARTS WILL WEAR US THIN. || AURORE&FENTON;#ORPHANS OF DRAGONSTONE. || RAYA&BAI;#YOU CAN'T REMAIN THE PREY. || NAMAARI&BAI;#BOTH HAD THE BLOOD OF THE DRAGON. || SISU&BAI;

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alipopsie · 5 years ago

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critrole pokemon au?? 👀 do you know what everyones teams are yet? & are they all trainers on their journeys or do they have different roles?

each of the nein are gym leaders in a vague approximation of a game set in wildemount! I don’t quite have full teams but I have partners and types!

fjord’s water type! - when you first fight him, his partner would be a water/dark pokemon, either a new one (serpentine?) or a variant of aegislash (emphasis on eye imagery), but late game he would have a regional variant of melotic, grass/water. his gym would be on a ship at the docks in port damali.

jester’s fairy!! - her partner is a galarian rapidash, and no one quite knows where she got it, considering she’s never been to the galar region. she claims “the traveler“ got it for her though no one knows how credible that is. her gym is at the lavish chateau. I also want her to have an alcremie for sure.

nott is poison! - honestly not quite sure what her partner would be, possibly a muk, garbodor, or serviper. maybe a regional variant or something? I do what I want. maybe it’s a new pokemon. I’d love for a button pokemon to be a thing and this is pure self indulgence babey!! her gym is somewhere in felderwin, I don’t think it’s a specific place, just the felderwin gym.

beau is fighting! - her partner’s a riolu! (later lucario) I actually sketched up a design for her but I don’t have my sketchbook rn I’ll add the sketch to this when I find it maybe? her gym is the cobalt soul monastery in zadash.

molly’s psychic type babey!!! - I’m not entirely sure of his partner either tbh. possibly gardevoir or jynx? possible it’s a regional variant too, or maybe a new pokemon?? a tarot themed pokemon cld be really cool huh. his gym is a circus tent set up in hupperdook!!

caleb’s fire type!!! - his partner is a shiny torracat! it’s one of the first ideas I had for this au. it’s always shiny it’s not a chance that he’ll have one, he just gots a shiny and honeslty he deserves it. I currently have his gym as being in rexxentrum but honestly I may move it to trostenwald (which would put him before nott in encounter order)

caduceus is ghost! - his partner is a sinistea that would late become a polteageist. I’d also love to make a ghost type mushroom pokemon, maybe even a variant of breloom? his gym is linked to shady creek run but it’s actually the blooming grove, you’d have to get through some of the savalirwood to reach him

yasha is grass!!! - not exactly sure what her partner would be, but something flowery. possibly lilligant or tsareena? her gym is not far from bazzoxan.

also he’s not really a leader but essek would basically play the role of champion? He specialises in dark types. his partner would possibly be zweilous or liepard but more likely a new pokemon? not exactly sure what but a pokemon based on dunamancy would be cool I think, especially with the geometric links I think that could be cool!

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paperstorm · 2 years ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by my girls @rmd-writes and @welcometololaland. This is a little something from the Missing Moment for 2x8

“Gettin’ a little sick of seeing you in a hospital bed,” Carlos tells him.

“I don’t do it on purpose.” TK grins and tugs at his hand, and Carlos sits carefully next to his hip, occupying the spot that TK’s mother had just vacated.

“I know.” Carlos brings TK’s hand to his mouth and kisses the heel of his palm. “I love you.”

“Love you,” TK repeats. For a moment they just look at each other, Carlos wanting to drink in the sight of everything he could have lost tonight, and TK seeming content to let him. Then TK frowns a little, and asks, “How did you figure out where we were?”

Carlos shakes his head. “That’s a really long story. I’ll tell you when you don’t have a concussion.”

“Okay.”

Slowly, Carlos licks his lips and considers whether he should speak the words that seem caught in his throat. It all worked out, in the end. His suspension has been lifted. His instincts were correct. His father – the man Carlos has spent his entire life intimidated by and whose approval Carlos has been desperate for since before he can remember – said he was proud. Told Carlos that he’s capable, that he’s a good cop. Told Carlos he knew TK was his boyfriend and smiled at him about it like he wasn’t uncomfortable, like he wasn’t putting on a mask of tolerance but truly accepted who Carlos is. Everything is okay, now, but it very much wasn’t okay earlier, and TK doesn’t know that. Carlos wonders if he should leave it that way.

“Hey.”

Carlos blinks his eyes back into focus and TK is frowning at him.

“What’s going on? Where did you just go?”

“I got suspended today,” Carlos tells him, making a snap decision. He’s trying, lately, to be better at this. He’s trying to let TK in, to let TK see all his flaws and his soft parts, because that’s what he wants from TK. Carlos wants every single bit of him, the amazing parts, the difficult parts, the parts he doesn’t like about himself, and he knows it isn’t fair to expect that and not be willing to give it in return.

“Why?” TK asks. “What happened?”

“That …” Carlos shakes his head. “Is also a long story. Sorry, I will tell you. It just doesn’t entirely matter at the moment.”

TK doesn’t look like he understands, but he tugs gently at Carlos’s hand. Carlos stands and crawls gingerly over top of him, making sure his knees are carefully placed to land on the mattress and not on TK. He settles beside him, curled into him with his arm across TK’s chest and his head sharing the one pillow. TK rubs his arm, thumb moving in a slow, comforting arc along Carlos’s skin.

“The point is, my dad … he was involved in it and he was so … disappointed in me.”

“Baby,” TK murmurs.

Carlos closes his eyes and presses his forehead against the side of TK’s face. He wishes TK weren’t injured right now for so many reasons, but in this exactly moment at the top of his list is because he wishes he could fully burrow into him without risking hurting him.

“It’s okay, it’s fixed now. And he knows about you, actually. They both do.”

TK pauses. He turns his head a degree so that his lips touch Carlos’s nose as he breathlessly asks, “You told them?”

“No,” Carlos admits. He wishes he had. He would love to be able to tell TK that he was brave enough to do that, but it wouldn’t be the truth. “They figured it out, when they saw us together.”

“Oh.” TK jostles him lightly when Carlos doesn’t continue. “Okay, and?”

“He’s okay with it,” Carlos says, still hardly daring to believe it. It sounds like a story from someone else’s life, or a daydream he’s had a million times but never believed would come true. “Said he can’t wait to meet you.”

“Carlos,” TK breathes. He squeezes Carlos’s arm. “That’s amazing, I’m so happy for you.”

“Me too. You wanna meet them, right? I mean, as my boyfriend?”

“Yes, of course I do.” TK kisses his nose. “Of course I do.”

“They’re gonna love you,” Carlos tells him, feeling glad to be in a hospital suddenly because it feels like his heart might burst.

“Duh, I’m very loveable,” TK jokes, but Carlos slides his hand up to curl around the side of TK’s neck and press his lips into TK’s cheek.

“Yeah, you are,” he agrees.

I will tag @reyesstrand and @strandnreyes (unless you've already done it in which case ignore me)

#tarlos #tag game #wip wednesday #911 lone star #paperstorm writes #911ls: missing moments

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aka-indulgence · 4 years ago

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More for @selfshipperapproved (haha yes look im brave enough to use a tag >:’) )! This time, Day 4 - Online Date !

I’m a bit unsure what it means, if it’s online date as in like.. using the apps for online dating or having a date online, but I choose the latter interpretation, so here it is! :>

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“… so she went like, ‘I need to do this, Sans. I’m going to fix it today, and you won’t stop me.’ and then i said, ‘not without the stabilizer ya aren’t!’”

Sans laughs raucously at his own story, slamming the table until the utensils shake on the plate.

You snicker, though you barely understand Sans’ story that involved scientific and technical jargon while he helped the ex-royal scientist recently. Said he was ‘lonely and bored without you,’ that he ‘needed to do all this other shit to fill in the time while you’re gone’

Which…

Ok, he might’ve been a bit melodramatic about it all, but you know even stripped of all the embellishing words, what Sans is saying is still pretty sweet.

You see Papyrus walking in the background of your video call with Sans, staring at the back of his skull and shaking his head at the camera- or, probably what he intended- you. Trying to communicate ‘I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS YOUR BOYFRIEND. HE IS A BRUTE. I CAN ASSURE YOU, I AM DISAPPOINTED WITH HIM.’

Soon after, “bro, i can see you. yer on the ca- ya know i can see my own video feed, right???”

You can’t be blamed for covering your mouth and making an ugly raspberry sound as you try (and fail) to hold back a laugh. Papyrus gives a stomp, “PERHAPS I WANTED YOU TO SEE THAT SANS, HOW STUPID DO YOU THINK I AM?”

“w-“

“NOT AS YOU, THAT’S WHAT.”

You’re still snickering while Sans makes a half growl, half grumble at his brother and waves his hand at him. “paps this is a date. with my girlfriend. a lil’ privacy?”

“HMPH.” Papyrus huffs, “I WAS HERE TO MAKE SURE YOU DON’T MESS IT UP. SHOWS HOW THANKFUL YOU ARE.”

He looks back at the camera and tells you, “HUMAN, IF SANS KEEPS ACTING LIKE A HOOLIGAN, DON’T HESITATE TO CONTACT ME. I’M SURE TO STOP HIM AT AN INSTANT.”

Sans turns around and looks like he’s about to throw a seat pillow at him, but Papyrus is already stomping off to somewhere else in the house.

“fuckin’… stupid… bro… always gettin’ in the way of my quality time with my sweetheart…” Sans starts to mutter.

You’ve known Sans and his brother long enough- even with his words, in his own weird way, you know he’s saying it affectionately.

Sans seems to remember that you are in fact, still on call with him, and you’re now laying your head on your hand watching him with a small smile on your face.

His eyelights shrink a little and- oh no, is he sweating? “shit- sorry doll, i didn’t mean t’… leave ya be fer that long, ya- ya saw what happened…”

“It’s ok, it’s ok Sans! Relax. I don’t mind seeing a comedy routine being played out for me,” you tease, and Sans surprises you when instead of groaning, he chuckles.

“so, uh… where’s yer food? has it arrived yet?” Sans asks, starting to fiddle with the bowtie on his neck (the one that Papyrus had, of course put on your boyfriend. Coming in right as Sans had sat on his chair and barely greeted you a ‘hello’, pulling the thing over his skull, letting it snap over his hoodie.

‘the fuck’r ya doin’, paps!!’

‘BE PRESENTABLE, YOU BUFFOON! IF YOU’RE GOING ON A DATE, YOU COULD AT LEAST LOOK A LITTLE BETTER THAN ‘HOODLUM’!’

‘Hahahah! Oh come on, I don’t mind Paps!’).

As if on cue, before you get to answer him, you hear a doorbell.

“That must be it right now!”

You hastily tell Sans to wait a second, shuffling over your suitcases and your strewn clothes to the door, making a quick exchange of money and ‘have a nice night!’s to the delivery person, stumbling back into your chair.

“Here you go!” you say as you take the container out in front of your laptop, “food’s arrived!”

“alright!” Sans grins as you open it up and drool a little as the steam comes out.

Pasta, your favorite kind with your favorite sauce, right in front of you.

In the video feed, Grillby’s, burger and fries on a fancy dinner plate with the set up of a restaurant’s cutlery on the side. It’s probably cold by now, but Sans had refused when you assured him he could eat- said he wanted to eat at the same time as you.

Your heart practically melted when you heard that, but all you said was “That’s… so sweet, Sans.”

Now that you could both eat though… Sans gives you a toothy grin, waving to the camera, as if he was waving to your food.

“dinner is served, my lady.” He says in an over the top tone of voice, dipping his skull dangerously close to his burger in his ‘bow’ that has you shaking in your chair from your laughter before you both start to dig in.

#sanship #sans x self-ship week 2021 #weee #day 4 #uf!sans #uf!sans x reader #and #uf!papyrus #is there too #im enjoying writing him haha #of course sans and... m... you.. too #djsfkhd

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maneskinrollercoaster · 3 years ago

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~ I Loved You For All This Time Apart ~

Pairing: Damiano David x Lea (fictional character)

Word count: 1759

Warnings: Slightly bit of swearing.

Summary: Lea makes a hard decision which has major consequences on her relationship.

The doors opened and she saw him. Damiano was standing in front of her while she walked past the gate from her plane. They haven’t seen each other for a long time. Three years passed since their breakup but they still didn’t stop loving each other.

Damiano was stubborn. When Lea told him that she wants to leave to England, he quickly protested, saying that she’s better living in Italy, in her home country, rather than being all alone in an unknown place without any family or friends.

He always wanted to impress everyone. When he was in the studio with Vic, Thomas and Ethan, everything had to be perfect. He didn’t leave the place without making sure that every sound and lyric were on point. Lea told him that he can’t overwork himself like that but he didn’t listen and stayed in the studio from dusk till dawn working his ass off till he fell asleep on the floor with papers in his tired hands.

Damiano never missed the opportunity to party. Whether it was celebrating their new albums or just a local festival, he never said no to going out with his friends. He drank a lot on the parties which made Lea angry. Once he got so drunk that Lea had to call a Taxi and literally crawl with him on her back to get him home. She was furious that night, which didn’t happen often and threatened him that they will break up if he won’t stop being so irresponsible.

She wasn’t a loud person though. She never got angry and never raised her voice. It was really hard to make her go out of control and she knew that sometimes she was too kind to everyone. Damiano always told her that she should stand up for herself more but she was too generous to see bad in people.

When she got irritated she usually closed herself in the bedroom and meditated to clear her mind. It helped her a lot and she never was the one to argue anyways. She always prefered to calm down and talk. Damiano loved how down to earth Lea was. Whenever they had a worse moment, she held his hands, stroking them gently and said: What’s bothering you, love? Let’s talk about it.

Those little moments felt like big steps until it all crashed.

One day Lea made the most important and the hardest decision. She bought a ticket to London and told Damiano that she’s leaving Italy. He tried to turn it into a joke at first but then he realized that she was serious.

What do you mean you’re leaving Italy? He asked her confused, giving her a look full of fear. He didn’t want to loose her. She was his soulmate and loosing her would mean loosing a part of him.

Baby, I want to travel, chase my dreams. There are so many opportunities waiting for me, I want to go and be happy. Her face lit up and passion in her voice made Damiano frown.

So you’re not happy with me, huh? He said and his eyes turned black. He was angry. How could she ever think of leaving him and moving to UK? Her place was next to him, in Italy.

Dami, it’s not about you. I just..

You just what? You want to leave me here alone and sacrifice everything we have! He screamed and Lea, not aware of his sudden outburst, shivered.

I’m not breaking up with you. But you have to understand, I can’t spend my whole life here, only looking at you succeed. As much as I love you and as much as I’m happy about your carrier, I want to do it for myself, I want to achieve something, be successful. I’m doing this to show myself that I’m worthy. She said and her eyes filled with tears.

Well then, I guess it’s over for us. I can’t do long distance. He said letting down his head.

So you don’t even want to try? You don’t want to put some effort and make our relationship work? Her cheeks were now wet from the tears. She looked at him full of sadness and disappointment.

You just chose.

Alright then, goodbye Damiano.

That’s when they’ve seen each other for the last time.

Since then Lea lived in London. The weather there wasn’t as amazing as in Italy but Lea found herself amazed with british culture. The people there were kind, saying thank you and I’m sorry with every occasion possible. They were helpful too. Whenever Lea entered a bookstore or coffee shop, people seemed to be willing to help with anything you’d ask them for. She felt like she could get friends with everyone there which didn’t make her feel so lonely. After a month of wandering around and gettin to know the country a little more, Lea joined a local designer house and started her career as a fashion designer and consultant. There she met Steph - her spirit guide as she used to say all the time. They started designing together and their work found its popularity around London soon after. Lea finally felt like it was her place and she for sure didn’t want to leave. Ever.

After three years she’s gotten an invitation for Alex’s wedding in Florence. Since he was like a brother to her she decided to visit her home country but soon after she got a call from him. Damiano called her at 2 am in the morning, waking her up and saying that they should meet once she arrives. At first she was shocked. They broke up on not such good terms but the truth was none of them stopped loving the other.

Damiano through all this time wrote songs about Lea. He knew that if he’d tried even a little then maybe their relationship would work. But he was a coward. He couldn’t stand a fact of long distance, being together but apart at the same time, so he decided to shut up and all his braveness vanished. His lyrics were deep and sad, all of them about being lonely, breakup and sadness. Vic, Thomas an Ethan tried to talk to him but he always shut them off, saying that he’s fine and that they shouldn’t worry. After a while he seemed to move on but when Alex called him with a wedding invitation, saying that Lea confirmed her attendance, his heart stopped. He decided to call her.

Damiano, its 2 am in the morning. What is so important you want to tell me at such a time? Lea answered her phone with a sleepy voice.

I heard you’re attending Alex’s wedding and i just.. wanted to call you to ask what are you getting them as a gift. Damiano lied which was obvious even to Lea.

For a gift? Are you out of your mind? You call me at 2 am just to ask me for a fucking gift? She said shocked at her own tone.

I uhm.. i think we should meet. You know, once you arrive. He said and brushed his hair with his palm.

We will meet at the wedding. She said harshly.

No Lea, i meant meet before the wedding. To talk.

What do you wanna talk about?

Us? He said, not being sure of her response.

Us? You want to talk about us Damiano? You said yourself you don’t want long distance and now after 3 years you want to talk about us? If it wasn’t Alex’s wedding, I’m sure you wouldn’t have called. Lea said and she was about to hang up but Damiano stopped her.

But I love you. Damiano’s words stuck in her mind making it repeat them over and over again. I’ve never stopped.

For good 5 minutes there was a silence that Lea didn’t want to break. Shock was an understatement. Of course, she hadn’t stopped loving him either but he said that out of the blue and she didn’t know exactly what to say.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.. Damiano started but was interrupted.

No, it’s okey. I just.. It’s not a conversation we should be having through the phone. She said quietly and soon after they ended their call.

And now he was standing in front of her. Dressed all in black, his hair longer than Lea has remembered and even more handsome than she saw him last time. She noticed that his jawline was more sharp and on his face she saw a slight beard.

Damiano also noticed some changes. Lea wasn’t wearing glasses like before, her hair were a lighter color than the brown hazelnut tone he loved so much but she looked really good.

Long time no see. Damiano said and a slight smile appeared on his face.

Yeah, long time indeed. She said squeezing tighter a handle of her suitcase.

They stood like this for what felt like forever when suddenly Lea felt Damiano’s arms wrapping around her tightly and pulling her closer for a warm hug. It truly felt like home. His scent of cologne mixed with cigarettes and his fingers gently stroking her back, his face buried in a crock of her neck and lips dangerously close to her skin. Lea felt his breath on her neck and sighed wrapping her arms around his torso, giving back the hug.

I missed you so much. Damiano whispered and Lea’s eyes started getting watery.

She missed him too but never wanted to admit it. Not after he decided to end this relationship because he didn’t have the courage to try and make it work from a distance.

Not long after she felt Damiano’s warm lips on hers. She didn’t expect it all and surprised but pleased with such sudden interaction she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. The kiss was sweet, full of love and missing each other but they both enjoyed it more than they both expected. After a while they pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes.

I know we have a lot to figure out and a lot to talk through but I’ve never stopped loving you. Please forgive me. Damiano said stroking Lea’s cheek with his thumb.

I loved you for all this time apart. Lea said and they both smiled at each other.

It didn’t matter for them that they were standing in each other’s embrace in the middle of the airport. What really mattered to them was that they found their way back to each other.

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Hello everyone! I’m back and I just want to explain myself that I was on vacation in London so that’s the reason of my absence. Expect some London inspired content.

ALSOOO I JUST WANTED TO THANK FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME AND I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU! ❤️

That one is not as good but i hope you enjoy it! ❤️🥰

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