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the-mandawhor1an · 3 months ago

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The present

Chapter 7 – Guided by the stars, connected by the force

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Pairing: Din Djarin x original female character

Chapter summary: Having to deal with a Dragon is hard as is. Dealing with feelings at the same time makes things more complicated for Maia and Din. Who is the real monster?

Warnings: 18+ content, MDNI! Steamy thoughts; a little awkward talk about relationships; touch-starved Din; violence (more graphic than canon, sowwy); new character introduction; A little heartbreak;

Words: 7k

A/N: Switching the Mando'a translations to be in text rather than by the end of the whole chapter.

Due to last night’s occurrences, their night had been cut short, especially so as they were to get up at sunrise. Luckily, Maia fell asleep fairly fast after she had listened to her companion’s even breathing and Grogu’s sleep-babbles for a while. It was peaceful despite the situation they had found themselves in, out in the open and dangerously close to a giant creature. Mando must have groaned or made some kind of noise while sleeping, possibly due to having to sleep in his full set of armor. It couldn't be comfortable to sleep while having metal poke you constantly.

How she came to the conclusion that he made some kind of noise? Well, her brain, fueled by all kinds of chemicals after that kiss, registered his whines and blessed her with some very pleasant dreams, perhaps even visions, about them taking things further.

She felt his rough hands discover every part of her body, gently caressing her skin. His lips would ghost over her neck, her shoulders, her chest, to land on her lips. They’d kiss greedily, his groans guttural and primal. She couldn’t see him, but stars, it felt so real, especially when he’d whisper sweet nothings into her ear, that she felt so soft and warm underneath him, caged by his body – submissive but safe, protected. His fingers were buried in her hips, hard enough to probably leave bruises, holding onto her while taking her like it was the last thing he’d ever do. When she woke up she swore she could feel him everywhere.

Maia’s head slowly rose from the tented blanket, blushing and hoping she didn’t make any noise in her sleep that would tell Mando what they had done in her dreams. She glanced over to find both him and Grogu still soundly asleep, gently snoring in unison. Part of her wished she could just cuddle up against that wide frame of his and pretend she was cold, but she needed some fresh air and distance. The memories of him clouded her mind and the last thing she now needed was him asking questions. She stood up, making as little noise as possible, and left the tent some time before sunrise. She felt surprisingly fine for getting so little sleep, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep much longer anyway. They had to leave soon and all of her thoughts raced around him.

Some of the camp was also awake already. As Maia didn’t have any means of communication, she opted to spend some time with the children. Just outside of the camp, they waited with her. Waited for? While the shadows of the tents were still over the red sand, small creatures scooted around on the lookout for water or small insects. The Tusken children showed Maia how to hunt womp rats. While the first attempt to catch one was futile and caused a fit of laughter with the young ones, the second rat met its unfortunate fate when Maia subtly waved her hand at it, causing some confusion so she could grab the rodent. Now with the small creature on her arm, calm and allowing the kids to pet it, one of the kids tried to tell her something. »I’m sorry I don’t understand,« she said. They kept making one sign over and over, growing more frustrated with every time. Finally, one grabbed her free hand and led her back inside the camp. To Mando.

When faced with the Beskar clad bounty hunter again, it felt a little awkward at first. »I guess we have a pet now,« she said with a smile and pet the womp rat on her arm. Grogu, who had seemed a little sleepdrunk upon her arrival, locked eyes with the animal and was suddenly very wide awake. Insatiable little booger. »Be careful,« Mando said. His voice was a little deeper and raspier than usual, surely from just waking up. A pain surged through her body as she was reminded of her dream, where his voice sounded just like that. »They have sharp teeth and claws.« The animal was calm, almost asleep on her arm. It wouldn’t hurt her. »The children taught me some hunting. I can take on the dragon now,« she joked a little awkwardly, hoping he didn’t register her change in behavior, or the fact that she shifted her weight from one leg to the other nervously.

Maia, why do you have to make things so awkward? she asked herself. But he didn’t pick up on the awkwardness, it seemed. »In that case I’ll kick my feet up, relax and watch you.« His helmet dipped just a tiny bit. That familiar sting appeared in her neck and she cleared her throat. »The children kept making this sign,« and as best as she could, she imitated the movements with one hand, all while the rat rested on her other arm.

»Yeah, well, um,« he stammered and shifted his weight to one foot, bending one knee slightly. »They think I’m your husband because they saw us sleep in the same tent.« Maia instantly regretted asking him, as she was certain she started blushing again.

MY HUSBAND?

One of the children approached them again and signed something to him. All he signed back was his index, pointed upwards as he moved it in front of his visor. It looked to her like it could mean ‘that’s my secret’ or something in that sense. She wondered what the kid asked, as it chuckled and left them to join the other children. She let her eyes follow the child in hopes this distraction would make her blush disappear. »That explains their laughter, at least.« It was awkward, more so because he was clearly embarrassed as well. It sounded like a perfect opportunity for a corny joke.

»I must’ve missed something yesterday,« she said with a smirk. »I don’t remember being proposed to.« And as much as she wanted the joke to land, his response choked her for just a second. »Mandalorian proposals aren’t super romantic,« he stated with a shrug. Wait. That just came out wrong, right? They didn’t… what?

»How did you sleep?« he asked her when he picked up on the return of the awkwardness. Needing a second to take a breather, Maia sat down the small rat and bit her lips when her face was out of sight. »It was okay,« she replied while she slowly rose to her feet, watching the little rat regain its senses and running to hide behind the next small dune. »I’m just … plan M anyway. You won’t want me to interfere and in the end I will do it anyway.« She turned back to face him.

»I don’t like the sound of that,« he said and leaned his helmet to the side, as she would sometimes do. He wanted to protect her, of course he didn’t like the thought of her stepping in and possibly getting hurt. She felt the dragon after all, it was massive. »I can take care of myself. I’ll be careful, don’t worry,« she reassured him. Slowly, she bent over to stretch out her back, her spine cracking in the process. »And how did you sleep?«

»Fine. But I’m not the one with the cracking bones,« Mando’s gaze practically burned into her skin as she bent down. When she straightened out her back again, Vanth stood beside them. »I never thought I’d sleep in a Tusken camp, to be honest. Wasn’t as bad as I thought.« A sudden bout of nausea rolled over her when she thought about what Vanth could see when he approached them: Her bent over.

She exhaled and closed her eyes for a second. This was not the right time to freak out. »We should get moving,« Mando insisted after Vanth shot him a grin. Men…

»I’m curious what you’ve planned,« Maia explained while they were walking towards the speeders. »The Tusken children are quite the hunters… when it comes to womp rats.« The same, broken down, rusty speeder greeted them and she was hit with the realization, that she’d have to cuddle up to Din again.

She sat behind him and exchanged a look with Grogu back in his carrier bag. The little one was excited for the new day ahead. With a soft smile on her lips she turned around and held on to her companion.

»They are great hunters, but the dragon is a different story. It’s big and hard to hunt due to it being under the sand,« Mando explained when they dashed across the dunes. While one hand held onto him by his waist, Maia’s other hand snaked up to the shoulder that was hidden from Vanth’s view. With every time Vanth would shoot her looks, she’d squeeze Din’s shoulder softly. Deep down she wondered, and she was a bit embarrassed by her own thoughts, what it would feel like to touch him without all the fabric separating them. If his skin felt as warm and soft as she imagined.

Maia was unsure of how she would call whatever she shared with Din. She obviously liked him, but his point of view was completely unclear. He kissed her, but did that mean something to him? Seeing the two like this made it easy for the Tuskens to mistake them for husband and wife. They shared a tent, she was practically glued to his back, and the Mandalorian seemed extremely comfortable with the closeness. And at least from what they could tell by the little sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him, there must’ve been something.

She wasn’t opposed to the thought of being with him. As a partner, not necessarily as his wife.

They reached the den after a short trip. A large tunnel led deep into a mountain, pitch black on the inside. Din, Vanth, a few Tuskens and Maia sat behind a rock, watching the tunnel entrance with binoculars. Vanth scanned the tunnel and scoffed. »This is where it’s supposed to be?« and without thinking, Maia practically blurted out, »It’s sleeping.« A low rumble echoed from the tunnel if one paid attention to it. The dragon’s breath.

»The Tusken said it lives in an abandoned sarlacc pit,« Mando explained. Vanth lowered the binoculars and handed them over to him. »Ridiculous, there are no abandoned sarlacc pits on Tatooine.« Mando shrugged. »They’re empty when you eat the sarlacc.«

A Tusken approached the cave with a bantha in tow. They shouted into the cave, the scream echoed for quite a while until the low hum of the dragon’s breath stopped and a low growl emerged. The beast made its way forward and instead of eating the bantha as intended, it went for the Tusken and ate them in one bite. »They usually sacrifice banthas to make the dragon sleep for longer. They’ve studied it for generations,« Mando explained after the failed attempt. Vanth scoffed »Well, that worked just as planned, huh?« He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Mando straightened his back and sighed. »Maybe they’re open to new ideas.«

They assembled around a replica of the scene before them, bones representing the dragon and pebbles to symbolize the men that they had to work this out. Maia watched from a distance, Grogu on her arm. She didn’t want to interfere with the actual plotting, so she stepped back.

Vanth tilted his head and seemed to calculate something in his mind. »The scaling is off,« he commented. Maia wasn’t sure she agreed, the dragon was gigantic. Din exchanged a few signs and grunts with a Tusken before speaking to the marshal. »The scaling is right. What we’ve seen is just the head.« While they debated whether or not the dragon was in fact this big, Grogu extended one of his hands, maybe to force-pull one of the bones towards him. Maia shielded the small green hand with hers and softly whispered to the child »not now.« He sighed and turned to look her into the eyes, pleading with her to allow him to nibble on the sun-bleached bones.

»Maybe we should retreat, then,« Vanth proposed. Maia looked down at the hand full of pebbles and commented »Maybe we should, we’re not enough, especially if bantha is off the dragon’s menu.« After a short exchange between Mando and the Tusken, more pebbles fell from the hunter’s hand and plop into the sand. Vanth appeared delighted. »That looks a lot better. What did you say?« »I told them your people will help us.« Maia looked over to Vanth, then back to Mando. She was certain the marshal would not agree with that plan at all. And as expected, he was far from delighted.

»They attacked us less than a year ago. Killed half a dozen of us by the mining camp. I'd say I took down about twice as many Tuskens,« Vanth spoke with a clear irritation in his voice. As expected, kind of. But Mando wouldn’t give up so fast. »All of you want the dragon gone. You killed some of their people, they killed some of your people. This can put an end to the fighting, once and for all. Talk to the settlers. They listen to you.«

Vanth wrinkled his forehead, but ultimately saw that was the only way. If he could actually convince his people, that is. »Guess that means: back to Mos Pelgo.«

The next few hours were a blur to Maia. The men handled the convincing, the plotting, and ultimately managed the travel back to the cave. The young brunette could not put her finger on it, but something felt uneasy to her. Maybe she was just anxious because of the sheer size of the beast. Maybe she held onto Din a little tighter when they returned to the cave.

Maybe she was overthinking the feelings that emerged when she felt Din’s lips on hers. Maybe she warmed up to the realization that Raymond might have been right about ‘the stranger’ after all. This connection she felt meant something. She couldn’t quite put a name to it yet, but the suspicion she had made her heart jump whenever she thought about it.

Din overlooked the Tuskens and Settlers as they dug out trenches in the sand to hide the explosives they had collected in Mos Pelgo. The plan sounded easy enough, although not foolproof. Lure the dragon out and then blow it up.

Maia busied herself with Grogu, hiding from the glaring suns beside the speeder bike. Every now and then, though, she caught herself staring at the Mandalorian, thinking back to what she had said about plan M. There was some mutual sympathy no one could deny, but with that the fear grew. The fear he'd do something stupid to save her.

Grogu could sense her inner turmoil and made a questioning noise. That snapped Maia back into reality and she gently pat his head. »Let's hope their plan is good enough for a 200 ton dragon.« Grogu agreed with a coo. She smiled at the child. The little troublemaker had really grown on her, she liked spending time with the child. From her peripheral, Maia could see Din approach them and her eyes rested on the black visor.

»Maia. If anything happens to me,« he sighed and extended his hand to rest it on her shoulder, thumb caressing over the fabric of her cloak. Din was worried about this dragon and while he hoped to come out of this unscathed, he had to make sure some matters were taken care of. »Will you take care of Grogu for me and help him find a Jedi? I trust you.« Maia turned her head to watch his hand, until she gently laid a hand of hers on his glove, turned back to face him and nodded.

»I promise to look after Grogu until he’s in safe hands.« A smile formed on her lips as she felt his fingers squeeze her shoulder gently. »Please don’t risk your life to kill the dragon, though. No one wants you to play hero just because you know that someone can take care of Grogu. I know I don’t.«

»I won’t play hero if you don’t implement plan M,« Din retorted, a smile audible in his voice. »It’s – just in case. Ret’lini.« »Ret’lini,« she repeated, the word rolling off of her tongue surprisingly easy. She glanced over to both of their hands, her thumb smoothing over the worn leather of his glove. Despite being out in the open, this little gesture felt so intimate – so significant. Touching him felt good. It felt natural, despite this being the first time they touched like that.

The urgency he suggested with his approach just now made her worry. Was is in the realm of possibility that he would meet his fate today? There was a chance, and if he wanted to make sure his matters were addressed, maybe she had to talk about something as well. Ret’lini.

»Let’s hope it all turns out alright. It’s obvious that I don’t want you to die and I doubt you want to die, either. But there is a slim chance it happens and I …« I won’t let you die. »Something has changed. I’m not sure what it is yet, but what I do know is that I like you, Din. I like you and I would like to repeat what happened yesterday. and maybe more. Some day.«

It was like he was frozen. His hand twitched ever so slightly under her fingers, but it took a moment for him to gather his thoughts. »That… would be nice,« was all he could muster up at first. She felt his eyes burn on her skin as he found the right words. »You’re right. Something has changed. I like you too, mesh’la.«

Mesh’la? What did it mean? She knew it was something in Mando’a and not a name-slip, and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. He liked her. Din’s hand slowly let go off her, something both seemed to dread. »We’re almost ready,« he announced.

Positioned behind the speeders, Vanth, Mando and the two non-jedi watched as the dragon did not run into the trap they had set up. While the head came out of the cave and the detonations hit something, presumably its throat, it was not enough to fatally wound the beast. Instead, they angered it. It didn’t hesitate to let its anger known, spitting acid over the settlers and Tuskens that were unfortunate enough to stand too close. They screamed as their bodies dissolved into the sand, all while the dragon retreated back into the cave and vanished. While the first attack had been short, the casualties were high and they knew: it wasn’t over.

Maia felt the giant creature burrow underneath the sand and working its way through the mountain before them. If it managed to break out somewhere at the top and spit acid again, they would lose more people, too many to make it worth all of this. One thing was certain: she was only person that could save them right then and there. If she didn’t interfere, they would die. Despite her agreement with Din to not make haste decisions, she had to act: That calls for plan M. She jumped over the speeder and sprinted forward, faster than Din could even register what was going on. Fast enough so he couldn’t stop her.

She felt his gaze burn into her as she stumbled across the sand, more jumping than actually running. Surely enough, the dragon emerged from the rock and rained more acid over the people in the valley, without any chance of evading their certain end. Maia raised her hands to shield the others from the acid with a force barrier, which Vanth and Mando took as an opportunity to attack the creature from the air. It got annoyed enough by the shots that it burrowed in the mountain once more, allowing her to catch her breath. Using the force was exhausting, causing her to sink into the sand beneath her.

Child of the force, I can feel you

a voice echoed in her mind. She looked around, no one was around that this voice could have belonged to. What was going on? Both Vanth and Din landed back in the sand a little away from her, but the dragon was still under them, still alive, still very angry. She couldn’t make out what the men said, but suddenly Vanth flew a few meters away from Din, plopped down into the sand. All the marshal and Maia could do was watch the Mandalorian grab the Bantha with the remaining explosives and get swallowed whole by the dragon.

She stared into the pit in the sand with utter disbelief. That was it? »Din, please don’t do this to me,« she whispered as tears formed in her eyes. She felt a pain form in her heart, when suddenly the dragon re-emerged from the sand, blue flickers of light shining through its skin. A scream disrupted the grieving silence as Din flew out the opened mouth of the beast. The remote for the explosives still in his hand, he activated them and the dragon blew up into pieces. the shockwave knocked all over who were too close, including Maia and Vanth. A cloud of sand got kicked up and obstructed their view for a moment. Mando landed a few seconds after the detonation, covered in saliva and other gunk from the creature’s mouth.

He landed close to Vanth and helped him back to his feet. They exchanged a few words, Vanth nodding her way, until the helmet turned to her and the sting returned. »Maia…« his voice was soft when he saw the dark trails the tears had left on her sand-stained face. His right arm flexed and she saw his fingers bend. He wanted to touch her, she could tell. »It’s okay. The dragon is dead, we can leave.« The green goop on his armor could have been more of the acid, but the urge to embrace her was palpable. He was so tense, frozen in place unsure what to do. She felt the same way, and when she stood up onto unstable legs, before he could approach her to steady her, sand got thrown his way. A lot of sand, hitting him with enough of an impact to almost push him over. The sand stuck to every last bit of moisture on his suit, practically drying him in an instant and rendering any bit of acid not dangerous to the fabric on his or her frame.

As mad as she was about his actions, the relief she felt when she saw he was unscathed made her forget that she almost lost him so fast after finding him. With wobbly steps, she ran towards him and crashed into his chest and hugged him tight enough that it hurt her. For a moment she feared he’d push her away, until one of his arms carefully wrapped around her. A display of mutual feelings, of what they had talked about before this went down. Maia felt conflicted: She liked him, it was obvious. And he liked her. But as quickly as they found each other, they could lose another just as fast.

The voice still lingered in the back of her mind.

I can feel the dichotomy in your heart. Let me help you.

She lifted her face to look into that visor. A small glare lingered in her eyes when she warned him »don’t you ever do that again.« She wiped her face with her sleeve, not cleaning it but drying the tears. He just stared at her. At least that what it felt like when the helmet didn’t move, he just breathed, his chest armor pushing into her. Maybe she crossed a line when she hugged him. Maybe he didn’t want her to display her feelings so publicly.

Reluctantly, she let go off him, sighed and walked over to the speeder to check on Grogu. The child looked at her with confusion. He felt her conflicted emotions, and also the feelings that plagued his bodyguard. As a child not much made sense to him yet, the adults behaved weird in his opinion.

It didn’t take long for Din to follow and Vanth also approached the speeder to hand over the armor. Din had taken a part of the dragon’s flesh as payment. »Thank you for your help, Mando,« the marshal addressed him first, before turning his head to the brunette. »Thank you for protecting my people. I’m sure they’re glad you risked your life for them.« Not one word fell about her powers. Perhaps he knew it was better not to mention it.

»Let’s go back to Mos Eisley,« Mando said to his companion with a nod. He and Vanth shook hands, as men did. The silver-haired only winked at the young woman, earning a warm smile in return. This time Maia sat down in front of the speeder. She didn’t want to be close to the other armor nor to the chunk of still warm meat.

Din sat behind her, holding onto her waist with one arm when she revved the engine. As soon as they were out of sight, she felt his arm tighten around her body. It’s as if he wanted to hug her, again, for longer this time, now that no one could see them. She relaxed and practically melted against his chest. His thumb stroked along the curve of her waist. Part of her wished he could take that helmet off to kiss her neck. She couldn’t see him, neither could Grogu.

She lowered the speed of their vehicle to release one of her hands from the handlebar. Her fingers grazed over his biceps, feeling the muscles flex under her touch. »You really scared me,« she complained, but softly. She squeezed him gently, earning a grunt from underneath the helmet. »I’m sorry,« he replied. »I had no time to explain.«

The speeder was now slow enough that no one had to fear falling off, gliding over the sand like it was an undisturbed water surface. Soft, almost like a caress. She leaned the side of her head against his helmet and closed her eyes just for a moment. »I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t utilize plan M either. I know, you rescued a lot of people but now they know.« She opened her eyes but looked straight ahead. Her hand wandered upwards into the back of his neck. Her fingers dipped underneath his helmet to run through his hair. »Can’t say I’m not impressed but both of us risked a lot today,« he whispered. The sudden sensation of her finger in his hair made him whimper softly. He scooted closer to her, his body molding to hers to be as close as possible.

»I couldn’t let them die. There was only one person that was capable to save them: Me. They won’t tell anyone.« His second arm moved so he could place a hand on her thigh. He squeezed her gently and rested his helmet against her head and shoulder. »Where are we going next?« she asked. »I don’t know yet. We have to find another clue.« Din most definitely was distracted by her touch, so she pulled back. They needed to be back in Mos Eisley by dawn.

Maia accelerated, the dunes flying past them and a cloud of sand following them. Slowly, the terrain changed, more and more rocks surfaced through the sand like islands in an endless ocean of red sand. The suns were slowly setting, their shadows turned longer and longer. As much as she would’ve enjoyed watching another sunset with Din, they needed to be in Mos Eisley by night.

While they looked similar, the canyons they transversed were not the same ones when they encountered the Tuskens first. Smaller lizards hid in the crevices as they zoomed past, disturbed in their basking ritual.

But lizards were far from the only living beings they would encounter on their way back. In a particular rock formation, bandits had set up a trap and Maia was running right into it. When the speeder was close, they lifted a steel wire to trip the bike, sending all passengers and the cargo flying through the air.

While Din could catch his fall with the jetpack, Grogu and Maia were less fortunate. The child landed somewhere off to the side and the brunette hit the sand and tumbled, at least one of her bones making a cracking noise in the process. There was no time to be in pain, they were under attack and Maia’s first instinct said that these were bounty hunters. Either tasked to grab Grogu – or her. Whatever the case, the child couldn’t protect himself, as opposed to the two adults. She unhooked one of her lightsabers from her belt and activated the lavender-colored blade.

Her eyes scanned the area to look for the foundling and when she saw one of the bandits draw close, she pushed forward. All regards for Din were forgotten in this moment, as he was capable to fight alone.

You’re treading on a fine line. A dance on a tightrope above an endless abyss.

With one effortless swipe of her blade she felled the first bandit while sprinting over to Grogu, a second bandit approaching. With a force-push, she threw the attacker against a rock, not caring if she had knocked him unconscious or killed him in an instant. There must’ve been at least 4, maybe 5 of them, as Din was fighting with one as well. When Maia had almost reached Grogu, a shock went through her body. »Jedi!« one of them barked. She had been tased once again, the shock making her muscles spasm and forcing her to the ground. Her saber deactivated as she let go, but the hilt now laid in the sand next to her, up to grab by anyone.��

She curled up into a ball, crying out in pain as the memories of her capture resurfaced. It drove her mad.

Don’t let the darkness enter your heart.

The bandit that had shot her with the taser picked up Grogu and retreated, allowing the one she had previously thrown to get up and approach her. His eyes darted to the metal hilt in the sand right next to her. It would be easy to kill her with that, one swipe and her pretty head would lay in the sand.

As right as the unfamiliar voice in her head was, she saw no other way in this moment but to let go. Even if it was just for a moment, she needed to keep them safe. For that she had to be alive.

So she let go.

If you lose yourself, you’ll lose him too.

She flexed the muscles in her lower arm as best she could, curling her fingers in an attempt to form a fist. Neither her ears nor her brain registered she was screaming in agony, as was the bandit, as his ribs gave in to the pressure, one after another. Maias eyes were closed, welling up with tears as she gave into the pull.

You have to learn to control yourself.

The bandit collapsed next to her and in his fall hit the cables of the taser, pulling the electrodes from her shoulder. Disoriented and on the verge of throwing up, Maia toppled over on all fours and took a few breaths, heaving once, but nothing came out. Everything around her was like a blur, but the noises of fighting had stopped. In fact, it was dead silent.

I will help you. Wait for me.

Maia sat back onto her knees and grabbed her saber, taking in a few deeper breaths as her vision cleared up. She was now so aware of the voice and she should have been concerned, but all that she felt was an undeniable aura of good. It radiated empathy, for her situation, for her inner conflict. The brunette looked up to see Grogu back on Din’s arm, safe and visibly unharmed. Still, her heart felt heavy as Din didn’t dare to take a step closer to her.

You will hurt them sooner or later.

»Are you alright?« she asked Din as she carefully got back to her feet. She knew she messed up, showing Din a glimpse of what she would’ve preferred to keep from him forever. For a second time today, she felt the urge to run over to him and hug him, but the stiffness in his body suggested he would not accept it this time. Running wasn’t possible anyway, as the leg that had been affected more by the shocks felt numb, similar to the numbness she felt on Nevarro. The dull thumping in her chest didn’t mean anything good, either. »We’re fine,« Din replied. Finally he came closer, but he approached her carefully.

Maia gathered the last bit of strength she had to not start crying. His trust was gone, it was clear with the way he approached her like she was a wild animal. »You’re hurt,« he continued. »Can you walk? We have to walk the rest, the speeder is broken and come nightfall things will get ugly out here.« As if things weren’t ugly already.

»It’s not as bad as it looks,« she lied, unconvincingly as she let out a whine when hooking her saber back onto her belt sent a sharp pain through her ribcage. One of her ribs must have broken when she landed in the sand earlier. But she was very much alive and not on the brink of death like last time. Who knows what consequences her outburst would lead up to.

Taking as much of the cargo as possible, they made their way back to Mos Eisley on foot. Din carried most of the heavy stuff, the armor, the meat, the second jet pack; while Maia carried Grogu and some of the smaller items. It wasn’t much and she felt bad for having him carry so much, but she didn’t dare to say anything. Neither said anything. The emotion that radiated off of the Mandalorian was hard to decipher for the young woman. She knew a bit of disappointment was in there, but the exhaustion after the fight and her injuries made reading him all the more difficult. It hurt her deeply, knowing she had let him down after he had lowered his guard around her. It hurt worse than her physical wounds. Grogu was mostly asleep while they walked, lulled to slumber from the exhaustion and the rhythmic, gentle sway of his carrier bag around Maia’s body.

I’m so sorry for disappointing you, Din. I hope you can forgive me until we meet again.

Back in the city, it didn’t take long to find Peli. Basically, all they had to do was follow the noise. The mechanic ushered them back to the hangar, where she could prepare the dragon meat and maybe help Mando with some intel. Grogu watched as the meat was slowly roasted by the droids, the two self-declared bodyguards stood close to each other, but not as close as Maia had wished. »Don’t get too close,« Mando warned Grogu as the small green paws dared to reach out to the flames. The helmet turned towards his brunette companion, and suddenly the air got heavy.

»Maia, we have to talk,« he announced and they both retreated further away from the droids, Grogu and Peli. His tone was firm and pained, like he forced himself to do this now despite feeling resentful that it had to be done. Peli complained about her speeder bike in the background, but the noise was easy to blur out when one’s heart was racing.

»You lost control,« he stated. Instantly, Maia wanted to say something, defend her actions, but he lifted his glove. Din wasn’t done and sighed heavily. The tears that welled in the beautiful green eyes opposite of him didn’t make this any easier. »Don’t think that I’m scared of you. Because I’m not. It’s … I …« he stammered and sighed again, rested his hands against his hips in frustration. »I’ve considered taking the helmet off. The kiss occupies my mind ever since it happened and I want to kiss you again.«

It was hard. Hard not to show much his words hurt. Yes, she was on the verge of crying, but hearing that made it so much realer. This was a farewell, she knew it. »You make me consider bending rules I never thought about breaking before. Maybe we should go our separate ways.«

There it was, the truth. His codex was important to him, she understood; more important than some feelings he had for a woman he’d known for barely three days. But the words he spoke sounded familiar. She had heard these before, but where?

»I understand,« she replied and bit her lower lip. Her voice was quivering and she felt pathetic for being so weak in this moment, but maybe he had to witness what he did to her, what pain he caused. Crying only made it worse for the both of them. »I don’t want to hurt you or Grogu just because I can’t control myself. We’re … not good for each other. As much as I want to promise you that I can better myself, this is nothing I can do while being with you. It’s for the better if our journey ends here.« She blinked a few times, hoping it would make the tears disappear without pushing them down her face.

»Someone or something calls for me. I’m not sure it’s not a trap, but it feels like it’s someone that genuinely wants to help me. I will answer that call and see where it leads. Whatever happens to me, I don’t want to be responsible for you losing your ways.«

As soon as these words left her lips, she remembered why his sounded so familiar. The vision they had shared when she healed her wound, in the cargo hold of his ship. Did that also mean, the last vision she had seen, that couple embraced in a kiss, was also them? Some time in the future?

Din nodded. Again she wished she could see his face, only to see if this affected him as much as it did her. But that was the main issue. She made him want to take the helmet off. She wanted him to take it off. »I’m forever grateful for your help,« he said, his voice slowly warming up again, getting softer. »Our paths might separate here, but maybe we’ll meet again.«

Part of her wanted to tell him. Maybe he knew, deep down, even if he couldn’t remember the visions. She smiled softly, as best as she could with still fairly tear-filled eyes. »I hope our paths lead us to a better place. I hope there are some valuable lessons waiting for me, to make me a better person. Perhaps there will be revelations in your future as well. If you realize that you need me, I won’t be far away, I promise. As long as my heart beats,« she laid her hand on her chest, right on top of her heart. »You and Grogu won’t be alone in this galaxy. It’s your choice if you want to call me or not.«

It was hard to beat the Jedi allegations when she spoke like that. But maybe she was sick of trying so vehemently to not be something that was… her.

»Be careful, mesh’la,« he spoke with a heavy heart. Again, he called her mesh’la. She could’ve asked him what it meant. She should have asked him what it meant, but maybe she liked to be in emotional limbo, not sure if she should feel flustered or insulted. Her instinct told her it was positive, in fact, it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. »Try not to ‘Plan M’ your way around the galaxy.«

»I’ll try. I’ll tell you about it when our paths cross again. I’m sure they will, when we’re ready.« She was certain they would meet again, but when and under which circumstances hadn’t yet revealed itself to her. »Take good care of Grogu and yourself, Din.« This might have been the last time that she spoke his name for a while. She looked into that visor, resisting the urge to touch the helmet, to pull him into a hug, to get any kind of last contact, because she knew, it would hurt more to let go. She turned on her heel, and every fiber of her being screamed at her to not do it. Please don’t let me leave like that, she begged him in her mind.

As if he had heard her silent plea, he grabbed her hand. »Wait.« He pulled her back, turned her in the same movement and gently leaned his helmet forward. She knew the gesture and inched closer, until her forehead felt the cold metal of his helmet. It wasn’t the kiss she had wished for, but it was a display of affection nonetheless. »Ret’urcye mhi,« Din mumbled. There was no need for a translation. The way he said it told her enough. A single sob escaped her as she closed her eyes. »May the force be with you.«

They could have hugged, let the touch linger for longer than necessary, but Maia pulled back fairly quickly. It was inevitable and waiting it out helped no one. She left the hangar, telling Peli goodbye in passing.

The last she heard from the hangar was the mechanic’s shrill voice, asking Mando what he had done to chase the girl off.

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thecrowinyourhouse · 5 months ago

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A lousy start of a day

Spot x reader chapter 4 Read on ao3

Spot looked around at his environment. He wasn't in your apartment anymore, and he didn't recognize where he was. He began walking around, trying to look for a sign that would tell him where he was.

There was rubble all over the place. Tiles on the floor were broken, windows shattered, and catwalks hanging disconnected from their supports. There were vehicles around too, but they looked like they haven't been touched in years.

Spot figured he was in a warehouse of some sort. He was about to go investigate one of the cars in the corner but he was interrupted by a noise. A scream. He's watched plenty of scary movies to recognize the source of the scream.

He started to run, not actually knowing where to. He turned a corner, not remembering there was one when he was looking around, and ran down a corridor. He made it into a giant space with machines hanging from the ceiling and scattered across the floor.

In the middle of the room he saw you tied to a chair. Your nose was broken, there were bruises around your neck, and the side of your head was bleeding. He yelled out your name and tried to run to you, but he couldn't move. He was stuck in place, seeing your eyes widen when you process he's there.

He could see your mouth open, could sense you were saying something, but he couldn't hear. From beyond the shadows he saw a figure moving, stepping closer and closer to you from behind. When it finally reached the light, Spot felt anger boil in his gut when he saw your universe's Spider-Man.

"Glad you could finally join us Spot." He said, placing his hands on the back of your chair. Spot clenched his fists. If he could move he would have punch Spider-Man till blood stained his suit.

"Let them go." Spot responded with, trying to keep his voice as still as possible. Despite his rigid posture, he was extremely worried about you. It was clear you were already hurt, and he didn't want any more harm to come to you.

"Hmmmm." Spider-Man placed a finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking.

"I don't think I will. I quite like them right where they are. In fact," he reached into a bag that seemed to have just appeared. "I think I'll keep them like this."

When he pulled back from the bag, he was holding a small device. There was a button on the top, and a screen showing 2:00 on it. It surprised Spot that it took him a few seconds to recognize it as a bomb.

Spot tried to move again, but still couldn't. He tried to yell, but found that was useless too. He watched as Spider-Man pressed the button, and the clock started counting down from 2 minutes. It made a loud BEEP BEEP BEEP sound, and Spot wished he could have covered his ears (if he could even still do something similar to that).

You opened your mouth again, and Spot could actually hear your scream. He saw tears dripping down your cheeks, and so desperately wanted to get you out of here. You kept screaming, and Spot's heart kept shattering at the sound.

"Well this was fun and all but," Spider-Man interrupted Spot's thoughts, lifting his arm towards a broken window high up in the warehouse. "I'd better get going." With that he shot a string of web towards the window, catching onto the edge of the border. He leapt out of the window, leaving Spot and you alone.

He saw the timer had hit 50 seconds left. He didn't try moving, knowing that it wouldn't work. All he could do is watch as you scream and cry, thrashing in your chair trying to escape. The beeping of the timer kept getting louder. All he could hear was beep, beep

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Spot jolted upright, blanket falling off him and to the ground. He was breathing heavily as frantically looked around. Smoke was filled your apartment, and he could hear cursing coming from the small kitchen. He got up from the couch and slowly walks towards the kitchen.

He turned the corner and saw you, throwing a cup of water into the oven, which was smoking.

"Ah shit, stupid broken oven I swear to god-"

You were cut off when you noticed Spot standing awkwardly at the edge of the kitchen. He could still hear that obnoxious beeping. He looked up at the ceiling,where the noise was coming from, and saw that your fire alarm was blinking.

'So that explains the beeping' he thought. He looked back down at you, getting a chair to stand on. You twisted the fire alarm and it stopped beeping. You got off the chair and set the piece of the alarm on the counter. You let out a deep sigh and turned towards Spot.

"Hey, sorry if I woke you! I tried making cinnamon rolls for breakfast, but forgot the oven sucks." You turned back towards the oven in question and patted the stove. Spot didn't say anything, but immediately rushed forward and hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground.

"Woah, hey! Didn't take you for a hugger." you wrapped your arms around Spot and reciprocated his firm hug. You two stayed like that for a while, just enjoyed each other's closeness. Spot never knew a hug could feel this nice.

He eventually let you go, immediately feeling empty when he does. You both looked at each other for a moment. You eventually spoke up though.

"Well, since my breakfast plans have been ruined, wanna watch some crappy movies and eat cereal?"

Spot wasn't sure he could eat, but he still nodded his head. He didn't trust his voice to sound like he didn't just have a nightmare. You smiled brightly and went to crab a bowl from a cabinet and cereal from the panty.

"You go find a movie, I'll meet you there."

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After about 4 shitty movies, you and Spot got bored. You two played some board and card games, eventually making up your own rules after getting bored (again) of the normal ones. Despite the terrible nightmare and your breakfast burning, you both had a fun morning.

As you were shuffling the card deck you talked about how a new arcade place opened up and how it would be fun for the both of you to go. Spot would love to go out with you, but he couldn't exactly just go out in public looking how he did. Plus, you deserved to go out with someone who actually had human features.

He caught himself on his inner wordings of things. "Going out?" You two were just friends and the words "going out" definitely seemed like a dating thing. Or it could be completely platonic and Spot was just overthinking things. Even if it was in a platonic way, Spot secretly wished it wasn't.

Sure, he hadn't known you long, but you were easily the nicest person he's met in his life. You didn't attack him when he broke into your apartment, you gave him money, AND you let him stay with you! Spot is always filled with a great appreciation and gratitude for you.

"Earth to Spot?" You wave a hand in front of Spot's face. He realized he had zoned out while you tried explaining the rules of the game you just made up.

"Oh, sorry."

"Did you hear a single word I said?"

Spot tried to think of a lie to say, but he couldn't think of anything. He shook his head, guilt settling into his stomach. You didn't seem bothered though, just going back to explaining the rules.

He listened this time as you explained the rules, watching your hands move while you spread out cards. He oddly liked watching your hands. The way they moved fascinated him. He wondered what else they could do.

He immediately stopped thinking about that. He didn't want to think about you like that. You were his friend who is using a lot of your time and money to help him. He was great full as it is.

You guys spent the rest of the afternoon playing games, going from board games to card games to video games. You both had fun and got to learn more about each other. You learned Spot used to be a scientist and got turned into whatever he is via an explosion (he didn't go into much detail) and he learned your first major job was at a bar and that you got thrown up on your first night.

"You know, we should definitely go to that arcade tomorrow." You muttered, your focus on Mario Kart. Spot thought about it for a moment. He really wanted to hang out with you in public, but he kind of lost his disguise before he officially began staying with you.

"Tomorrow I can but you some clothes if you want." You offer, trying to give him a smile to comfort him. You could tell something was off, he has been quiet all day. You missed his awkward blabbering.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" He tapped on his thighs, trying to get his nerves out. You noticed the movements and you smiled.

"Good. It's a date."

A/N: this probably sucked, bc I'm still in writers block, but I felt bad I haven't updated in awhile. Next chapter (whenever it comes out) will be an arcade date! Yaaay

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scriveyner · 2 years ago

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chase forever down 2/31

It took almost a full week for the bruise to fade on its own, which in normal circumstances would have allowed Atsushi all sorts of time to sort through everything that had happened. Of course, he had to turn up to work on Monday only to find out that Dazai had fucked off to parts unknown again, attempt to track him down, get shot at by a bounty (?) hunter (??) who apparently wanted Atsushi’s pelt (???) for some goddamn unknowable reason; and then Dazai had the straight nerve to show back up to work on Friday all perky like Atsushi hadn’t been put through the wringer this week by him, specifically.

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“I think, perhaps, it would be best if you laid low for a few days, Atsushi,” Kunikida said as he stood by his desk, glancing over Atsushi’s report. His other hand currently had all his weight on it, pinning Dazai’s head to the desk. “Although the bounty hunter is in custody now, and we’ve cleared everything with the government, these things have a way of escalating out of nowhere.”

“Lay low?” Atsushi repeated, because he never thought he could be considered to have a high profile in the first place, pictures of him in the paper notwithstanding.

“He means don’t tear up the streets causing a scene and fighting anyone in particular,” Dazai sang, face smooshed.

Well, laying low would give him time to do a little research in peace, although as far as he could tell there wasn’t any sort of handbook for the situation he was in. To be fair, he hadn’t checked the library to see if “So Your Mortal Enemy/Occasional Partner is a Secret Vampire” had a waiting list.

Anyway, he was fairly certain that vampires weren’t real in the first place, but that made the fact that Akutagawa-goddamn-Ryuunosuke sucked a hickey into his neck even more bizarre.

Atsushi was tempted to ask Dazai about vampires, but still remembered the absolute roasting he got about Godzilla, and kept his mouth shut.

Hey, he’d been in a giant flying whale and been witness to a member of the Port Mafia clocking an entire ability dragon full-on in the face with a skyscraper; a giant radioactive lizard popping up out of the ocean seemed like a fairly ordinary Thursday.

He’d also jerked off in front of Akutagawa-The-Possible-Vampire, and why the fuck did that just pop into his brain out of nowhere. Atsushi adjusted his courier bag, focused gamely on a cold shower, and started on his way home.

It was brilliantly sunny, the sky that perfect shade of blue with the occasional thin cloud on the horizon. It was the sort of afternoon that chased away all thoughts of despair and darkness, and it lifted his mood immensely. He decided to stop by the local shop and get some fresh vegetables, make a nice big meal, and maybe catch up on some of that sleep he’d been missing after the chaos of the past week. No more thoughts about the weirdness in his life, or the fact that thinking about Akutagawa’s eyes made him hornier than shit.

God dammit, he did it again.

Atsushi sighed, added alone time in the bathroom before Kyouka got home to the mental checklist, and headed to the grocer.

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Atsushi was deciding between two packages of meat when he saw a flash of red out of the corner of his eye that drew his attention. He glanced over to see a Rashomon head pluck a similar package out of the cooler beside him and withdraw back. Atsushi followed the Rashomon tendril to its origin, staring at Akutagawa dressed in his usual civilian clothes, dark shades and all, as he walked right past Atsushi without acknowledging him once, shopping basket in hand.

His stomach did a little flip and he snarled mentally at certain body parts to fucking behave as he left his basket on the floor and hurried after Akutagawa. “Hey!”

Akutagawa paused and glanced back over his shoulder at Atsushi, eyes shadowed completely by the glasses. “You,” Atsushi jabbed his finger at Akutagawa. “You’re a vampire!”

There was a long, long pause.

Atsushi became increasingly aware that they were in the middle of a crowded supermarket, and other customers were giving them both a significant side-eye as they passed. Akutagawa turned fully around, staring down Atsushi all the while.

“You’re an idiot,” Akutagawa said and turned to leave.

Honestly, Atsushi had expected this reveal to be a little more melodramatic than it was. It was the middle of the day, they were now outside the supermarket that was several blocks away from his place of work, and he had been the exact opposite of geared up for this confrontation.

He’d been buying dinner, for god’s sake.

Akutagawa stood in the shadow of the building, leaned back against the alley wall and arms folded as he watched Atsushi pace in front of him. He’d been remarkably accommodating in allowing Atsushi to drag him out of the building, he’d fully expected a fight, but Akutagawa simply loudly expressed his opinion of Atsushi’s mental prowess to anyone in shouting distance.

So, Akutagawa in daylight. This was already a point against the Vampire Theory, as it was still broad fucking daylight—lurking in the shadows of the building notwithstanding, as Akutagawa was a lurker by nature—and he had yet to even sizzle, never mind burst into flames.

Atsushi rubbed the spot on his neck where the mostly faded bruise still sat. “You’re a vampire,” he reiterated, with less dramatic flair, and once again Akutagawa made a noise of derision, staring at Atsushi over the rims of the dark, not-quite-sunglasses he usually wore in a small attempt to mask his identity.

A point for the “Definitely a Vampire” column, those mysterious dark glasses. He only wore them during the day, too, that Atsushi had seen…protection against the sunlight? But he was out in the sun. And he’d seen Akutagawa in daylight many, many times, all without the benefit of the dark glasses. Well. Point still sitting in the Vampire column, pending approval.

“Idiot,” Akutagawa sniffed. “Remind me why I’m entertaining your nonsense again today?”

“You are a vampire,” Atsushi insisted again, stopping in his tracks, arms folded. “You attacked me out of the blue! Don’t laugh. And you bit me.”

“Do you actually believe vampires are real, weretiger? You pulled me from my errands to make me listen to you ramble like a madman about fiction.”

“I’m not rambling!”

Akutagawa arched a brow, and Atsushi turned on his heel to pace again. “You bit me and sucked my blood!”

“Are you certain you didn’t just hit your head?”

“I have a bruise!”

Akutagawa appeared unimpressed, as Atsushi turned and yanked his collar down, displaying the now-faded, yellowish splotch on his neck. “I have no interest in your sexual conquests as such, weretiger. Are we through?”

“No, we are not through. Explain to me why your eyes turned red, and why you bit me, if you’re not a vampire.”

Akutagawa tilted his head. Looking over his glasses at Atsushi, Atsushi could see his eyes glimmering slightly in the shadows, that same reddish hue. Then Akutagawa said in that same tone that had haunted his dreams for the past week, “we are through here.”

Atsushi stared at him in response, and Akutagawa pushed his glasses back up his nose, straightening as if preparing to leave. “And where do you think you’re going?” Atsushi asked, angrily, and Akutagawa paused, a clear look of confusion crossing his features. “Did you not hear me? We aren’t done.”

The weird, vocal modulation in Akutagawa’s voice sent a frisson of electricity down Atsushi’s spine, pulling something tight in his gut again, but he suppressed the shiver. Akutagawa stared at him strangely, and said, “we’re done.”

“And that,” Atsushi waved his hand at Akutagawa. “That weird voice thing. That’s a vampire thing too, isn’t it? Some kind of,” he wobbled his hand slightly, “Jedi mind trick type thing? I can tell what you’re doing now, so it doesn’t work. And you are,” holy shit, Akutagawa really was, he wasn’t making this up in his head, “a vampire!”

Akutagawa was flat-out staring at him now, like he was a puzzle that Akutagawa couldn’t solve. “Why doesn’t it work on you?”

Atsushi took two large steps back, suddenly struck by the fact that Akutagawa was a goddamn real vampire and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do now, because they were out in daylight and vampires were supposed to catch on fire.

Well, at least this meant he didn’t have to worry about pulling his punches going forward.

Akutagawa seemed to realize what his reaction meant all at once. “I am not—” he began, a snarl in his voice, but Atsushi’s voice overrode his.

“I can’t believe you’re a goddamn shit-sucking vampire.” He’d made it to the other wall of the alley, his back flush to the brick, and was eying his exit route. “How long has this been going on? Does anyone else know? Have you killed anyone? Okay, that was a stupid question, but have you killed anyone as a vampire—?”

“SHUT UP,” Akutagawa roared, his voice crackling with energy.

Atsushi winced at the volume but was otherwise undeterred. “I will not—!”

Well, he still moved faster than Rashomon.

Atsushi bounced off the side of the building, kicking the Rashomon tendril away. Akutagawa seemed to move faster than his own ability again, catching Atsushi by the shoulder in mid-air and turning him, landing on top of him hard enough that the concrete beneath them cracked. Atsushi hurled him off, twisting, and Rashomon caught up, wrapping around his leg before he could properly defend and then they were both airborne, Atsushi winged around like a fish on a line and was unable to gain any real purchase.

He dangled by his ankle, five stories up, while Akutagawa stood crouched on the concrete lip that ringed the building just below the roof. “If I were a vampire, idiot weretiger, do you really think I would be wandering around in broad daylight?”

Oh, he better not be able to read minds, too. Atsushi bent double, trying to get at the single tendril of Rashomon around his ankle with his claws. “Maybe if you didn’t try to mess with my mind!”

The tendril shook him violently enough that he lost progress and hung for a second, head spinning. “You keep coming to the most ridiculous conclusions.”

“I wouldn’t have to come to ridiculous conclusions if you didn’t fucking lie to me!”

Akutagawa hauled him up enough so that they were eye to eye, although Atsushi was well out of swiping range for the moment. “When have I lied to you?”

Atsushi stared at him, then pointed with one tiger claw. “You. Are. A. VAMPIRE.”

He doubled up and got both his hands around the Rashomon tendril, shredding the ability in his claws. Before Atsushi could even begin to consider how he was going to handle the five-story drop, several more Rashomon tendrils shot out at him and Atsushi swung around, caught on a broad one with the pad of his foot, and used it to launch himself at Akutagawa.

Akutagawa stood up to face him, eyes a brilliant, glowing red behind his glasses. “STOP,” he roared, and Atsushi felt the word vibrate in his muscles and bone but didn’t even hesitate, spring-boarding off a Rashomon tendril and catching Akutagawa by the front of his dark coat, flipping them both up over and onto the roof properly.

Akutagawa landed on his feed, sliding on the rough pitch, and Atsushi landed in a crouch with bared teeth. “I’m going to bite you, see how much you like it!”

They stared at each other, chests heaving in near unison, the unearthly red glow finally starting to fade from Akutagawa’s eyes. “No, really, why the fuck doesn’t that work on you, anymore?”

“Your weird voice thing?” Atsushi swiped the back of his hand over his cheek, smearing the blood from where Rashomon just nicked him coming up over the edge of the roof. Akutagawa’s expression froze, eyes locked on Atsushi’s face, and Atsushi pointed at him, victorious. “Ha! Vampire!”

Akutagawa tilted his head back and stared at the sky for a second, while dragging his hand down his face, and then he finally gave up. “Fine,” he said, sounding thoroughly harassed.

Atsushi rose from his crouch, giving Akutagawa a wary look. “Fine?”

“You win, weretiger. I am a vampire. Are you happy?”

Atsushi blinked at him, not expecting capitulation in any form. “Uh.”

“No one was meant to know. Especially not you.” Akutagawa stalked forward, eyes glimmering like they were going to change colors but stayed that nebulous shade of gray. Atsushi took a step back and realized suddenly he had nowhere else to go when the back of his leg hit the edge of the roof and he stopped dead, eyes wide.

“What’s the matter?” Akutagawa asked, stopping just in front of him. “Now you’re scared of me?”

“I’m not scared of you,” Atsushi said because he wasn’t, but his body seemed to think otherwise. Akutagawa’s hand darted out, catching his chin, and turned Atsushi’s head.

“Since you’re in the know, now,” he breathed and licked the blood from Atsushi’s cheek.

Atsushi froze in place. Akutagawa’s tongue felt like lightning, warm and sharp, and he gulped air, limbs trembling. Just like that, he was hard. No, no no no no no, he thought desperately, as Akutagawa swiped his thumb over the area of the cut, but by now the flesh had already sealed over the wound.

“I hate how fucking good you taste,” Akutagawa rumbled, face still too close. “It’s not normal.”

There was something about his voice now that was resonating to Atsushi’s core. It didn’t sound any different than normal, and it certainly wasn’t that weird tone he had been trying on him earlier, but Atsushi’s breath went short and his head went fuzzy.

The corner of Akutagawa’s mouth turned up into a smirk. “Ah. There it is.”

Atsushi swallowed hard and shook his head free of Akutagawa’s hand, and Akutagawa drew back. He pushed the palm of his hand over his cheek but it came away dry, and he looked back at Akutagawa, who was now, once again, at a safe distance. “Is that it?”

The question seemed to perplex Akutagawa. “What?”

“So, you’re a vampire and you’re going to, what, lick my cheek? What the fuck did you do to me?” Atsushi shifted his stance angrily, resisting the urge to shove his hands down his pants this time. “Don’t start what you can’t fucking finish.” He tilted his jaw back and bared his throat challengingly, and Akutagawa’s eyes glimmered again.

“You don’t know what you’re offering,” he said, softly, and Atsushi spread his hands.

“How many people have you killed like this?”

The question seemed to amuse him. Rashomon rippled across his shoulders, a faint red glimmer in the sunlight, and Akutagawa tilted his head, looking at Atsushi again through his dark shades. “Fear not, weretiger. I have kept true to our accords. Yours is the only blood I intend to spill…if I feel often enough, I never have to take a life.”

Akutagawa on him, teeth bared under the moonlight flitted through Atsushi’s mind unbidden. “And what happens if you don’t feed often enough?”

The look on Akutagawa’s face told him enough, and he jerked his chin again. “Fine. Don’t feed on anyone else. Don’t harm anyone else. You have me, you want to spill my blood? You can have it.”

Akutagawa looked away, hand clenched over his mouth and breathing hard. “What’s the matter?” Atsushi challenged. “I thought you said my blood tasted good—?”

He wasn’t fast enough to see Akutagawa move, but there was suddenly a hand on his shoulder and the other on his face, tilting his head away as Akutagawa’s fangs sank into his neck, atop the previous, yellowed bruise. Atsushi gasped and staggered, but Akutagawa caught him as he collapsed, lowering him far gentler, sitting him back against the concrete lip that bordered the edge of the roof.

Akutagawa’s mouth was still on his skin, and he shifted, knee pressed between Atsushi’s spread legs. There was no way he couldn’t feel how hard Atsushi was, or the wet spot that was beginning to appear on the front of his pants and Atsushi panted, everything gone in a haze of pleasure. He was so warm, and light-headed, and when Akutagawa finally, finally lifted his mouth his breath felt like fire on Atsushi’s skin.

“You’ll be mine,” he breathed, tongue brushing over the torn flesh, Atsushi’s skin knitting whole, “and only mine?”

“Oh, fuck,” Atsushi whimpered, so hard he could think of nothing but touch. Akutagawa rumbled and pressed his knee into Atsushi’s crotch, watching him choke. Then he seemed to take pity on him, shifting enough that he was kneeling between Atsushi’s spread legs, fingers pulling at the waist of his trousers. Atsushi gazed at him blearily, and Akutagawa slipped his hand down the front of Atsushi’s pants.

Oh. Oh, Akutagawa’s hand was on his cock right now.

Atsushi’s head went back, eyes unfocused as Akutagawa palmed his trapped erection, fingers curling around his girth. He rubbed his thumb over its leaking head but made no effort to free him from his pants to bother with stroking him properly. “Just a little taste,” he murmured. “Don’t want to reward you too handsomely for being a stubborn little shit, weretiger.”

Panting aloud, Atsushi clung to his coat, held tilted back, and came anyway.

Akutagawa yanked his hand out of Atsushi’s messed pants and stared at him as Atsushi slumped back against the concrete, breathing hard. He ended up wiping his hand clean on Atsushi’s untucked shirt, and then plucked Atsushi’s phone out of his pocket while Atsushi lay, blissed out, in place.

“If I text you,” Akutagawa said, typing something into Atsushi’s phone, “you will show up.”

He was doing the weird voice thing again, it sank into Atsushi’s bones and simmered there. Atsushi moaned, and Akutagawa dropped his phone in his lap. Then he stood, dusted off his knees, and inclined his head in a small bow. “Thank you for the meal.”

That said, Akutagawa stepped up over the lip of the roof, next to Atsushi’s head, and vanished over the side. Atsushi exhaled a small laugh, pushed his hand back through his hair, and looked down at his mess, all over his clothing.

Fuck, what had he just gotten himself into?

<< Chapter 1 || Chapter 3 >>

#bungou stray dogs #smarch #shin soukoku #sskk #vampire fic #lemony fresh

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chasesylvan · 2 years ago

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Catch You Like a Snowflake

Pairing: Mountain/Dew

Read on AO3 if you would prefer :)

Dew whined, “But I don’t wanna!” he was acting like a spoiled child right now. Mountain was treating his packmate with a day out in the massive blankets of snow that fell on the Abbey grounds overnight.

“Come on, Dewdrop. This will be fun, and I’ll make sure you don’t freeze, you even have your body heat to keep you warm, I don’t, so I don’t wanna see any complaining, do you hear me, mister?” Mountain growled lightly at the ghoul who soon succumbed, “…fine, but only because I love you.” He went to find his winter clothing to make sure he stayed warm in case his body temperature decided to decrease on him. Moments later he walked out of his room looking like a giant fluffy marshmallow, “Oh my god, Dewy, you look so adorable!” Mountain went and scooped Dew into his arms and kissed all over his face until Dew was squirming his face away and nuzzled his face into the tall earth ghoul’s neck, blushing as red as a cherry.

“M’ not adorable.” Dew muttered into Mountain’s neck, sounding so small and vulnerable. Mountain loved this side of Dew, the side of Dew who wasn’t afraid to show his emotions to no one but Mountain, and occasionally Rain. “Aww, but you are, love, so cute and beautiful. My beautiful boy.” Mountain gave Dew a loving smile and placed a soft and gentle kiss to Dew’s soft lips and looked him in the eyes and nuzzled his nose with the smaller ghoul’s.

Dew blushed and wrapped his legs around Mountain’s waist and his arms around his neck. “How did I ever deserve you? Normally people would just scoff at me and give me rude looks, but you looked past that, and loved me. You don’t care about the things I do, you care about me.”

Tears started welling in both the fire ghoul and earth ghoul’s eyes, Mountain starting laughing softly, “This was supposed to be a happy day, you little gremlin.” This caused the little ghoul to start laughing and Mountain didn’t think he could fall in love with the ghoul anymore, but the small ghoul always proved him wrong. And he didn’t care whatsoever.

They eventually went outside, and Dew ended up loving it, until something happened.

Pfft.

He was hit in the back of the head by a snowball, he turned around and scoffed at Mountain, “Did you just throw a snowball at me?” He said, playfully, Mountain giggled. “So what if I did?” He said back, playfully as well. “Oh, you’re gonna get it.”

It went back and forth, snowball after snowball, until one snowball hit Dew in the balls. He dropped to the ground and curled into a ball and starting screaming dramatically, “Owww, Mountain! You’ve killed my future kits, how dare you.” He kept rolling around on the floor like a maniac until Mountain came to save the day and checked on Dew, “You’re being really dramatic right now, you know that? It didn’t even hit you that hard.” Dew sputtered and said “Yes it did! It’s gonna leave bruises on my basketballs, you dumbass!” He groaned more and more like a dramatic child who hit their arm on the edge of a table.

“Come on, drama queen. I’ll carry you inside and you can put an ice pack on it if it actually hurts that much, and I’ll make you some hot chocolate as well. How’s that sound, my love?” Dew perked up at the idea of hot chocolate, and groaned as he could still feel the pain and actually needed ice anyway, it was a pretty harsh throw, even Mountain had to agree. He picked Dew up bridal style and brought him back into the house where he saw everybody else chilling by the fire, some having hot chocolate and some reading books and a couple napping with the crackle of firewood gently swifting through the air.

“Hey guys.” Mountain announced as he walked by everyone and went to sit Dew on an unoccupied couch, and he once again groaned dramatically, “What’s wrong, Dew?” Aether asked. “Mountain pegged a snowball at me and it hit me in the dick, he’s killed my future babies.” Aether rolled his eyes at the dramatic comment and went back to reading his book. Mountain came back in the room holding an ice pack and paper towel and handed it to Dew who sat it on his lap and immediately relaxed at the coolness of it.

“You’re crazy, dude.” Swiss said, who was lying comfortably on blankets in front of the fire watching something on his phone. Dew snarled and replied with “You wanna feel the pain, asshole?” Dew got up from the couch and lunged at Swiss who immediately started protecting the jewels from Dew’s attacks, they started fighting until one of the ghouls had to physically pick Dew up and put him back on the lounge and scold him, “You do NOT lunge at people, Dew. No matter what anyone says, actions have consequences, so what you’re gonna do is sit on this couch until someone dismisses you, you’re in trouble, mister.” Rain, being the ever so stern one, put Dew in his place. Dew looked down at his lap in shame and said in a small voice, “M’ sorry, I’ll sit here and be a good boy, promise.” Rain nodded and went back to cuddle with Aether and waited for Mountain to return with Dew’s hot chocolate.

Mountain came into the room holding two mugs full of steaming hot chocolate and noticed how tense everybody was feeling. “Why is everyone feeling so tense and kinda upset?” Mountain asked out loud to the group, Aether answered with “Well, Mount, while you were gone, Swiss decided to agitate Dew and Dew replied with “You wanna feel the pain, asshole?”and so Dew lunged at Swiss trying to attack his balls, failed and so Rain had to grab Dew and now he’s in timeout on the couch waiting for his hot cocoa.” Mountain looked over to the small ghoul on the couch, pouting like a scolded child, and walked over to him and asked “Dewy, why did you decide to lunge at Swiss for?”

Dew whined and replied with, “Because he upset me! He called me crazy and so I wanted to make him feel my pain… and it got me in trouble, I’m sorry…” Dew looked down in disappointment, scared Mountain might be mad at him. Mountain quietly thanked everyone for making sure the little fire demon didn’t lash out and have a tantrum, and then storm off upset.

“Dewy, look at me.” The little ghoul looked up with glassy eyes and sniffled, Mountain kissed him on the lips and cupped his cheeks with both hands and said, “You can’t be attacking everyone, even if they make you upset. The best way to deal with that is to say “Whoever upset you, that upset me, can you not do that, please?” Can you do that for me next time, please?” Dew slowly nodded and replied with a small voice, “I will, promise. I promised Rain to be a good boy while I waited for you, have I been, Rain?” Dew asked, waiting for confirmation from Rain that he was well behaved. Rain answered, “Yes, droplet, you’ve been very well behaved for Mountain.” Dew smiled, a real smile, that the band haven’t seen in ages, hidden by rage and anger, Dew hugged Mountain and snuggled his chest while purring quietly, he pecked his lips and laughed softly. “Alright, Dew. How about you drink your hot chocolate, then we can go outside for some more playtime in the snow? And no dick shots! You hear me, Swiss?” Cirrus said sternly to Swiss. “Yes, mommy- I mean Cirrus.” Swiss said, chuckling nervously. Everybody’s eyes widened. “What was that, Swiss?” Aether giggled. Swiss quickly said “Nothing!”

“Oh my god, Swiss calling Cirrus Mommy? Never would have thought.” Rain said sarcastically and laughed. “I’m done my hot chocolate! Can we go back outside please, please?” Dew was bouncing around like a child with a sugar rush. “Yes yes, we can, baby. Have you got your winter stuff still on?” Dew made sure his coat was still on and his mittens and beanie. “Yep! I’m all good to go!”

“Alright then, let’s go!” Everyone filed out of the common room and into the winter wonderland, Rain and Swiss were building a snowman, Aether and the ghoulettes were making snow angels while Mountain and Dew were making snowballs for a massive snowball fight, but Mountain promised Dew that there would be no dick shots whatsoever. The little ghoul trusted Mountain and so they spent the rest of the day enjoying the winter with their bandmates, having the best time of their lives.

#chase writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #fluffy and tiniest bit angsty but you gotta squint #mountain x dewdrop

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clowningaroundmars · 8 months ago

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so op? turns out i love writing morales and davis family stuff. especially whenever it involves miles42

and this prompt kinda inspired me soooooo!!! lotsa words under the cut! :)

...enjoy?

After a very close call with both the Miles and Aaron of this dimension-- whatever dimension this happened to be? Miles wasn't entirely solid on the numbering system just yet-- Miles managed to somehow tear his way out from the chains that held him back and quickly talk his way out of being filleted like a fish.

"He's gotta stay here, though," Aaron leans back on the kitchen counter as casually as he did when Miles first woke up chained to the punching bag suspended in the middle of his apartment.

Turns out, it was all a big misunderstanding! Miles turned out not to be an evil doppelganger out to hunt down and replace this dimension's Miles after all. Funny that, huh.

Now, after what feels like the most intense conversation he's ever had in his entire life, Miles is highkey crashing. He's sagging down onto a chair placed near the middle of the living room, adrenaline crash coasting over him in waves.

Aaron reluctantly agreed that for now at least, this new Miles that just showed up out of nowhere didn't seem to be any threat to anyone.

For now.

Braids-Miles, on the other hand, seemed a lot more reluctant about having his clone wandering around without any restraints.

So there they were, standing around Miles who was almost nodding off as he sits in the chair, half-listening to his uncle and his dimensional variant plan on how to keep a tight leash on this other Miles (at least until they can figure out a way to get him back home to his own dimension) and half-freaking out.

There was another dimension with him in it!! His uncle was still alive in it!! And... they were both evil villains. Damn.

Well, maybe you really can't have your cake and eat it too, after all.

What a bummer...

Miles didn't know what time it was when he finally came to. He didn't even realize he ever fell asleep at all. The giant flatscreen tv next to him was still on, volume low as the usual news feed kept playing. It took him several minutes of blinking sleepily and taking in his surroundings to finally realize he was fast asleep on his uncle's couch.

The same one they spent time on together after school, whenever Miles or Aaron ever had any free time. The same one they played video games on, gossiped on, chowed down on greasy takeout while watching shitty movies on...

Stop, Miles chastised himself and groaned as he stretched out, feeling every single bruise and scrape and scratch all over his aching body. This is not your dimension... this ain't your uncle's couch.

Slowly, he sat up and lowered his feet down to the wooden floor, massaging his temples. He blearily realized he had a blanket draped over his body, and pawed at the material a bit as he yawned, pushing it to the side.

Once he recovered, he stood up and started making his way over to the kitchen sink by the windows, almost stumbling over his own feet to try and get to the faucet. Once there, he stuck his head under it, turned the water on to full blast and greedily gulped down as much as he could. In this moment, Miles didn't care that his face, neck, and front of his suit was getting drenched. He basked in the freezing cold temperature of the water, really feeling the only little bit of relief he's gotten to have since eating those platanos with Gwen on his own rooftop.

God... how long ago was that? It felt like an eternity ago. Were his parents worried about him? Were they looking for him all over Brooklyn by now? Or had no time passed for them at all since he followed Gwen into Mumbattan?

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by two heavy sneakers landing down right behind him, causing him to leap up in shock and hit his forehead on the underside of the faucet. The whole sink rattled from the force of the blow, but Miles recovered quickly and whirled around, fists raised in a defensive position.

The only sound that filled the apartment then was the metalic clinking of the pots and pans hanging above the island, and the running water of the sink.

There stood Miles' own dimensional variant, sans jacket. And more importantly, sans claws. He wore a simple long sleeve shirt but kept his cargo pants and shoes on, so maybe Miles hadn't been out for too long?

They stood in front of each other for a few tense seconds, staring at each other apprehensively before Braids finally spoke up.

"Turn that off. You drank enough."

Miles blinked, and then the puzzle piece slotted into place after a moment.

"R-right... sorry." Without taking his eyes off of Braids, he reached behind him, fumbling the knobs and swiftly shut the faucet off, quickly returning his attention back to... himself?

Well, that was weird to think about.

Braids lifted his chin and gave Miles a good once-over again before gesturing to the couch.

"You got superpowers, Static Shock?"

Miles gaped at him. "...Static Shock?"

Braids' upper lip curled as he said, "Yeah. You busted out of those chains with some lightning shit I've never seen before. Almost fried me. You got some strength to go along with them freaky powers or what?"

Not knowing where this was headed, Miles nodded slowly and wordlessly.

This seemed to be the answer Braids wanted to hear, because he then nodded approvingly and motioned for Miles to follow him.

"Help me move this couch. We pushed it out of the usual way so we could tie you up but Aaron's out gettin' us dinner now so... when he comes back, we're all on the couch."

"Right..." Miles breathed.

They both made quick work lifting the couch up from where it was haphazardly shoved to the side, blanket still on the cushions. They positioned it in front of the television, and then Braids went to go fetch a little coffee table that was also shoved off against another corner somewhere in the shadows.

Miles took this opportunity to really take in this new, dark world. He slowly turned around, drinking in every pitch-black shadow, dim light, lopsided piece of furniture, staring hard at the bits and bobs laid on almost every horizontal surface available. There were a lot of wires, tools, and a lot of metal pieces that Miles couldn't possibly imagine their uses for. What sort of world did he and his uncle Aaron create together here...?

Miles' thoughts were immediately interrupted by the rattling and whirring of the ancient-sounding elevator in the hall that seemed to echo everywhere throughout the building they were in. Then, the rusty elevator doors shuddered open, and out stepped the man of the hour himself, uncle Aaron.

No. No, not your uncle, Miles frowned as he mused, Other Me already made the distinction that my dad isn't his. So... he's right. This isn't my uncle.

His eyes locked onto Aaron's, who was also eyeing him warily as he deposited two big paper bags onto the kitchen counter and moved over to the fridge.

"Y'all set up alright?" He called over his shoulder, stooping over to fish a few cans out.

Braids piped up behind Miles. "Yeah. We're ready."

Miles glanced over to him and then returned his attention back to Aaron.

"Come get the food, then. I'll bring over the plates in a sec."

Braids dutifully marched over to the counter, collecting the bags and making his way back to the coffee table placed between the couch and television, sending daggers over to Miles with his eyes all the while.

Miles didn't know why he opened his mouth to blurt out the stupidest thing he's said in a while, but it just happened without him really thinking about it.

"Why you lookin' at me like that, man? Jesus."

Wrong move. Braids immediately bristled and threw down the small Styrofoam container he held in his hands.

"Because, fool, I dunno if you noticed but it's kinda weird to have a whole ass clone standing here in the middle of my living room out of nowhere. We missed a-- a... nevermind. We had plans tonight that you kinda ruined. And we gotta feed you out of our pockets too? This is bullshit, man."

Damn. Miles was mean in this dimension. Ow.

Before Miles could even open his mouth to shoot back a retort, Aaron's sharp tone cut through the air like a knife.

"Miles."

It was just one word, but it was issued so authoritatively that both Miles immediately jumped up and straightened their spines.

Aaron stood over the sink with metal utensils in one hand, an unopened bottle of beer in another, glaring daggers in both Miles' direction. Then, the corner of his mouth quirked up.

"...'Scuse me. I meant my Miles. C'mere."

Braids balked a bit, shoving his hands into his pockets before shuffling his sneakers over the wood. "Aaron, I didn't mean to be rude, but--"

"I said come here, didn't I? Let's have another chat."

Well, no argument there. Braids cast one last withering glare over to Miles before making his way back over to his uncle, and he took the utensils from Aaron's hand to wash them under the water as they both spoke in low, hushed tones. The running water also didn't help much with eavesdropping, even with Miles' enhanced senses.

He sighed, taking a seat back onto the couch he just woke up on, trying to keep his leg from bouncing nervously, gripping onto both of his hands. God, he was still so unbelievably wound up even after sleeping for... well, he doesn't really know how long he's been out, but from the looks of the late hour on the corner of the television he figures it's probably been a while.

2:42AM blinks back at him continuously next to the ever-scrolling ticker at the bottom of the screen, all while footage of fires ravaging Brooklyn and crimes being committed kept looping over and over in a seemingly endless news segment. But then Miles suddenly realized... no, this footage wasn't looping at all. He focused his bleary eyes on the people in the footage, all the different faces contorted into horror and fear as they ran from armed thugs or super-powered criminals wreaking havoc on the streets. These were shots of different crimes happening concurrently as the reporter droned on about the latest atrocities in the usual newsspeak accent, the clipped and professional tones contrasting horribly against the real life horrors captured by camera.

Miles sat and stared at the giant screen set not even 5 feet away with big, round eyes. He had never seen so much crime happening in his entire life, even factoring in his Spiderman-ing experiences for about a year now.

...What was this world? Was there really no Spiderman at all in this version of Brooklyn? No heroes whatsoever?

He let out a breath as he watched a woman get pinned underneath a car, before it all of a sudden blinked out and was replaced by the opening to a movie Miles didn't recognize. The volume was then muted.

He sat up, confused.

Aaron and Braids casually made their way around either side of him, with Braids carrying along a folding chair under his arm, as well as the plates and utensils in the other hand. Aaron placed two cans of soda on the coffee table next to the bags of food, and then placed his own bottle of beer on the floor before lowering himself down onto the other end of the couch. Braids unfolded his chair and sat next to the tv, a little ways away from Miles.

Maintaining their distance. Okay. Fine.

Braids pulled out a plate from the stack and started taking containers out of bags, passing Aaron a couple and popping open the others.

The flood of saliva that filled Miles' mouth upon getting hit with the smell of cheap Chinese takeout was biblical. Miles didn't even know what it was like to be absolutely starving until that very moment. He was so caught up in the intensity of finding out that he ended up going to a completely different dimension than his own, that he outright ignored his own ravenous hunger until now.

He swallowed and picked out his own plate from the pile, unsure of what to dump onto his plate first. Honestly, he could just wolf down literally everything in front of him straight out of the containers and still want seconds. But... beggars can't be choosers, and he was already on thin ice with Braids over there. Best to just wait and get his own share last. Right?

Aaron kept glancing in his direction and they finally met eyes.

"Don't tell me you ain't hungry," Aaron comments, cool as a cucumber.

Always cool as a cucumber.

Miles shakes his head. "U-uhh..."

Wow. Smooth, Morales. Very smooth.

Aaron flashes perfect teeth at him for a moment, chuckling. "They're not poisoned, if that's what you're worryin' about. I mean..." he tilts his head in a contemplative gesture, "y'know, unless the cook that's in tonight happens to be in a bad mood, that is. But I think we're in the clear tonight."

"Better not be any poison in this," Braids grumbles over on the other side of the table. He's already chowing down on his lo mein, fork full with noodles and vegetables and he's reaching over for some crab rangoons.

Aaron shakes his head as he loads his own plate with sweet and sour chicken. "Nah, his girlfriend was there while I was waiting for the food. He seemed like he was in a good mood."

Miles gawked at Aaron, then at Braids as he listened to their casual back-and-forth. "Poison?! The chef actually poisons the food sometimes? You're joking."

Both Aaron and Braids chuckle darkly, exchanging glances. Neither say a word as they sip their drinks and eat their food in amicable silence. But... there's still that tension in the air that hangs thick, still palpable. Miles decides the best way to cut it is to join his captors and just chow down with them. They're both eating this hopefully-not-poisoned-food in relative comfort, so... when in Rome, right?

Miles sighs and reaches over for the container of fried rice and serves himself a heaping pile, since neither Aaron nor Braids seem to be very interested in it. Once the food reaches his taste buds, Miles finds his hands downright impossible to stop. He's shoveling forkful after forkful into his mouth, reaching for the rangoons, the chicken, piling two eggrolls onto his plate and snatching up what remained of the lo mein and dumping it into his mouth.

He's eating like a man starved because he is a man starved.

Aaron and Braids raise eyebrows in his direction, exchanging more glances. But they chew silently and leave Miles be as he swallows down containers of food and practically licks his plate clean.

He finally leans back up to take a breath and remembers his soda. Luckily, Aaron didn't open it at all, so Miles contentedly cracked the can open and took one long swig.

After a couple of seconds, he sits back and lets out the mother of all belches.

It echoes, that's how loud it is.

Silence.

Then, Braids is the first to crack. He honest to god giggles and throws down his plate, rocking back in his chair as he laughs harder and harder, tears in his eyes.

Aaron joins him, shoulders shaking.

Miles looks between the both of them and laughs along, too. "What? I... what was I s'posed to do, just hold it in? It just came outta me! Excuse me!"

Aaron shakes his head and tilts his beer bottle against his lips, still chuckling a bit even as he takes a swig.

"Goddamn," he says as he sets the bottle back down, "you really are my nephew, huh."

At this, Braids stops laughing. "Hey! No way, unc. That guy acts like me but we still don't know who he really is or if he's even telling the truth!"

Aaron looks up at Braids and collects his plate back up again, crunching on the last half of his own crab rangoon thoughtfully.

"We can check if he's really you from another dimension. What's somethin' only you would know?"

Braids crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, I'm not sayin' it out loud, but... lemme think."

When not putting up the tough guy front, Other Miles really did act a lot like Miles. The slight wrinkle over his brow as he sat pensively in his chair, left leg jiggling the exact same way Miles' did every now and then. It was freaky, and not at all like looking in a mirror. It was way more disconcerting than that, a feeling that was uncomfortably close to the Uncanney Valley.

Finally, Braids pipes up. He leans an elbow on his knee and looks directly into Miles' eyes. "What did your dad get you for your 6th birthday? Be honest. Don't make anything up."

Hunger sated, thirst quenched, and with a slight bit of rest under him, Miles felt much more rejuvenated than he was not even a half hour before. He was in better spirits, so he humored his dimensional variant this one time.

"What, the present he gave me in front of mom at the party? Or the other secret one after he took me down to the station's garage?"

Braids perked up and Aaron smiled. "Yeah. The secret one."

"The electric scooter that mom told him not to get me. It was too big and powerful for me, and I ended up crashing into a stop sign not even like 10 minutes after getting it. I think I still have that scar on my knee from fallin' on the curb..." Miles smiles fondly, reminiscing about the panicked look on Jeff's face as he scooped up a crying Miles into his arms and made him swear on life itself to never tell Rio. They ended up getting ice cream afterwards, partly as a bribe to make sure he never breathed a word of the incident to his mother, but also to soothe a weepy Miles with a fresh bandaid on his knee and tear tracks down his cheeks.

Miles thought it was the worst thing in the world at the moment. Now? It was yet another happy memory in the sea of memories with his father.

His father... that he was supposed to save soon... shit.

He looked up from his hands after a moment and glanced over at Braids, who had a bit of a faraway look in his own eyes.

"Mmnyeah, I guess he passed the test then," Braids mumbled and shrugged.

Aaron laughed. "What, that's it? That was the big secret only y'all knew?"

Braids scoffed. "Yes. We literally never told a single soul about that, even you. Remember? You asked me about my scrape on my knee after that and I lied and said it was because I fell at the playground." Then, in a lower tone of voice: "...It also happened before all of the 3D audio/vis cameras and drones were set loose on the streets by Octavius, so not even the government knows."

Aaron shakes his head slowly, polishing off the sweet and sour sauce with a chicken finger speared onto his fork. "Mmmnah. That was when you were six? Hell nah, I'm not remembering that shit, cuz."

They both laugh like Aaron just told a funny joke and then they both look back at Miles.

"...You wanna hear a funny story?" Aaron says, apropos of nothing.

Warily, Miles says yes.

Aaron wipes his mouth with a thin napkin, swiping at his beard a couple times. "Hmmm, let's see... I got plenty of funny stories of Jeff like that, actually. Doin' stuff he wasn't supposed to, ya feel me?"

Miles leans closer, clearly interested. Behind him, Braids makes a noise.

"You do?" he says, chair creaking as he lifts a leg onto the seat and hugs his knee.

Pleased to see that he has a captive audience, Aaron swirls his beer in his sweaty glass bottle, minding the condensation and letting the moisture drip back down onto the floor. "Uh huh. Plenty."

"Well? Go on, then. Is it stuff I never heard before or what?"

"First, I gotta ask the Spider-kid here what he knows about Jeff."

Miles perks up a bit and then cocks his head. "Wait... how do you know my other name?"

Aaron grins. "Spider-kid? That what you really go by when you... uh..." he finishes off with a vague gesture at Miles' suit. Miles looks down and winces at the giant tear on his shoulder, almost leaving the red spider emblem he spray painted on his chest in tatters.

He blinks at his own insignia and almost laughs at himself. Right. The giant spider on his chest. Of course.

He clears his throat. "Uh, I mean yeah, yeah! I... I actually go by Spiderman but y'know... you were pretty close. Yeah."

Aaron nods once, casually picking at his teeth with a nail. "Ah. Spiderman. Got it."

Braids isn't nearly as gracious and snorts derisively on Miles' other side. "Spiderman? Forreal? You are very obviously not a man, bro. No offense."

Miles was quick now that he's had his needs taken care of. It helped him gather his wits about him. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. Nuh uh," he holds a finger up, "anything you say about me? You're saying about yourself. So watch it, pencil braids."

Aaron barks out a laugh. "Oh yeah. That's Miles right there. That's my nephew."

Braids sulks behind an arm placed on his knee and grumbles something unintelligible, but Miles ignores him for the time being.

"Uh, so I guess to answer your question from before... I know a lot about my dad. You mean anything specific?"

"I mean... well okay, let's start simple. When's his birthday?"

Huh. Okay.

Miles shrugs and tells him. Aaron nods.

"Cool. Just so I know, before givin' y'all this top-secret intel," he confirms, and finishes off his beer.

He smacks his lips. "Mmkay. Damn. Where do I start? I know you don't usually like me talkin' about your father after he passed an' all that..." he glances at Braids, giving him a half-apologetic look and shrugging a bit.

His nephew shakes his head, now cradling his own can of soda. "I don't talk about him around mom. Otherwise... I don't really mind. I..." he hesitated, and then continued, "I-I uh... I kinda wanna hear more about him, actually. Keeps the memory alive I guess."

Aaron nods solemnly, then smiles mischievously at both Miles.

"I'm gonna keep the memory alive by ratting out your daddy. Full stop. That man acted like a complete hardass and morally upright angel up 'til the end. But I promise y'all... that man got up to absolutely no good back when we were about your age. I promise!"

Both Miles laughed, giving each other amused glances as they sat back for the juicy stories they knew they were getting treated to.

Miles interrupted Aaron first before he got into it, though. "Before my uncle... uh, died. He told me one time... well, mentioned one day, really. He told me my dad got in tons of trouble for starting to graffiti some nasty picture of your neighbor once. Like, right next to their door and everything."

Braids almost threw himself out of his chair laughing. "Wait!! Old lady Clara, right?"

Aaron also crowed with laughter, throwing an arm over the back of the couch and getting comfortable. "The very same. So you have heard these stories, huh?"

Miles guffawed. "Ahaha... I mean, some! But tell us more!"

With the mood thoroughly changed, the tension all but melted away and now an adult man and his two nephews sat around empty containers of food, shooting the shit, tossing stories back and forth as they fondly reminisced of a relative long lost to time in this dimension.

Miles didn't even think to ask about anything surrounding the circumstances of this dimension's version of Jeff's death, not when Braids was thoroughly laughing and enjoying himself behind him. It truly was a joy to have his uncle back.

"...And," Aaron continues from his previous story, "y'all wanna know what else he did to impress that little crush of his back in sophomore year? Maaann,"

"Bruh," Braids shook his head, "spray painting her name up on the side of the school wasn't enough?"

"Nope," Aaron smirked, "he also broke into a jewelry store one night when I was out at a party. Don't tell your mom I said this actually, but he stole a whole jewelry set worth like... $5,000. I swear on my life--"

Miles sat up, eyes bulging out of his head. "He stole jewelry? After breaking into a store?"

"My dad? Jeff. Jefferson Davis." Braids held his hands up in disbelief.

Aaron bobs his head as he laughs. "The one and only. I swear to god. He just up an' stole a whole jewelry set for this damn girl who wasn't even 16 yet. Probably didn't even have a crush on him back either, but. Anyways, the call I got from moms at that time was literally the worst call I ever got in my entire life, up 'til when Rio called me when-- uh, anyways nevermind. My heart stopped when I heard the kitchen phone ring, and my friend comes on over to me and he's like... 'Ayo, Aaron? Ya mom's on the phone.' And I'm high as hell--oh, y'all better not tell Rio about this. Stay away from drugs too, by the way-- and I'm buggin' like... mom never calls. Like, ever. It's usually dad callin' on us but he wasn't even supposed to know I was out at this party, honestly. But mom knew and she's on the phone and I'm high as hell and I hear dad in the back hollering his damn lungs out, shit's gettin' tossed everywhere, crashing. And I'm like," Aaron shakes his head as he laughs here, "I'm like... 'MOM!! OH MY GOD WHAT'S HAPPENING?!'"

Both Miles are laughing along with Aaron as he mimes his exact reaction, gripping an invisible phone in one hand, other hand on his forehead, exuding peak stress in the most exaggerated way that made Miles' heart ache. He remembered his own uncle telling him crazy stories this exact same way, and he even has to wipe a tear from his eye as the overwhelming feeling of adoration fills his soul back up like a glass of juice.

"I'm just sweatin', definitely not sober, freakin' out 'cause mom's straight bawling on the phone talkin' about something... Jeff being in jail or something. By this point I'm losin' my damn mind. So boom, we go over. Dad drives down to the station, I'm runnin' like hell down the streets actually 'cause the party at my friend's place wasn't that far from the station. And when we get there? Jeff's in cuffs in a holding cell, crying."

The boys are snorting with laughter by this point.

"Crying?! Dad? Crying? Oh my god. I've never seen him cry a day in his life," Miles gasps between bouts of laughter, rocking back onto the couch cushions.

Braids is all smiles. "Did grandpa whoop his ass? Be honest."

"Oh yeah. Thoroughly whooped. That was the first time he ever got caught doing anything real bad, but believe me when I tell you that that wasn't the first bad thing he ever did. Hm hm, hell no."

"What else did he do? Don't tell me he just kept stealing stuff and sneaking out before he was even 16?!" Miles asked.

Aaron hummed, nodding again. "Yuuup. Sneaking out almost every single night, freshman year of high school. Once in senior year, I got ahold of a car from another friend and we took it out for a joyride. That put some ideas in his head, I think. 'Cause tell me why he went and hotwired a car for us afterwards?"

This time, it was Braids who exclaimed, "Jeff?! Hotwiring a car?!"

Aaron leaned back, satisfied with the twin expressions of shock in front of him. "Jefferson Davis. The very one. Loved that man to death, but. Whew."

Miles rubbed his eyes. "How is he such a hypocrite? I cannot believe this..."

"Yeah? What'd he do, ground you for shutting the fridge door too hard once?" Aaron smirks.

"I know he means well but... he straight up just grounded me for saying 'whatever' to mom by accident..." Miles grumbled.

Braids' chair squeaked as he switched legs. "Oh... well, hell no. C'mon man, you never say 'whatever' to no hispanic mom, bro. That's pretty much a death sentence right there, honestly."

"How you say 'whatever' by accident?" Aaron wondered aloud, stroking his beard.

"It... it just slipped out. I guess." Miles shrugged, not really wanting to relive that particularly embarassing moment.

"I mean to say... what were you talkin' about that 'whatever' just came out like that?"

Miles sighed deeply, taking another gulp of his soda before answering. "Uhmm. Well... me and my parents had a fight. A... a small one. But. Yeah."

Aaron nods contemplatively, continuing to stroke his beard. "He really is still alive, huh. In your universe, I mean."

"Dimension. Yeah." Miles dips his head and looks deep into his soda can for a little while as everyone digested that bit of information in companionable silence.

"...And I'm dead." Aaron says after a long bout of silence.

Miles looks up at him and they meet each other's eyes. After a bit, Miles also nods slowly. "...Yeah. Yeah, you... are. You died--"

Aaron holds a hand up, shutting him up. "Mn-mm-mn. I don't need to know. Was just wondering. That's all."

Miles takes a deep breath before saying, "Uncle Aaron... you were a real, real good uncle. I meant what I said before, when you guys had me tied up. You were... you wanted to be a good guy. And you were a great uncle. So. I guess I never said this before, but if anything happens-- I mean, whatever happens. I just want you to know... I wanted to say... thank you. Thank you. For being a great uncle to me. I will always love you." Miles didn't really know why he said all this, but when he looked back up into his uncle's eyes, he knew then that it was the right thing to say.

Aaron inhales deeply and grunts as he gets up, hands on his knees. He sniffles a bit, collecting paper plates and stacking containers onto each other. Braids moves to help, and even Miles finds himself collecting their cans, holding them together with Aaron's empty bottle in both hands. The three silently move to the trash can, and Braids turns on the sink and rinses the utensils off.

This movement is so natural, so domestic... it's like the three of them had been doing this for years. It was definitely a kind of nostalgic throwback for Miles as well, being in Aaron's apartment again after so much time. Even if this world was completely different than the world Miles grew up in, and the apartment wasn't really the same as his own uncle's cool crib, the one constant in Miles' life remained: the feeling of safety from the elements in this big, scary world that this special place always provided.

Especially as he glanced one more time out of the big windows into deep darkness and raging chaos currently ravaging the streets.

Aaron noticed Miles' contemplative gaze outside, and moved to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"So. You're not my nephew. But you're a Miles anyhow so as far as I'm concerned, you're still family. And you said you don't belong here, right?"

Miles nodded solemnly.

"Then we gotta get you to where you need to go."

Miles smiled gratefully, placing his hand on top of uncle Aaron's. "I wish I could stay... maybe get more crazy stories of my dad back when you guys were kids. But I gotta get back home now before something bad happens. My dad... Jeff. Your brother. He... he could be in very real danger soon if I don't stop this guy that's trying to tear the fabric of time and space apart right now."

Uncle Aaron nods with the same seriousness as Miles did.

"Yeah. Okay. Then I know exactly where to go."

I need a fic of Aaron ratting out all the petty crime Jeff committed as a young man to BOTH Miles cus it be funny. I just know FOR A FACT that Jefferson was either joy or dirty riding along with graffiti.

#earth 42 #miles g morales #jefferson davis #aaron davis #spiderverse #miles morales #welp that was a lot of words but by god #if i dont have feelings about The Family goddamnit!#i wrote this all in one sitting so sorry if theres bad grammar or misspellings and whatnot #i hope u enjoy op 🥺🫶🏼#i love prompts about The Family and also those deep breakdowns of the morales-davis dynamics and themes #it honest to god fills my soul up building their backstories piece by piece #i hope i managed to succeed in capturing some Family Love here #even tho aaron is shit talking jeff heavily here just know this: shit talking is aarons love language #and looping miles1610 into his gossiping session is how he shows 1610 that he cares about him ♡#soooo yeah hope any other readers enjoy as well :)

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viscerax · 2 years ago

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Hi I was wondering if you could do one where the reader and Vance we're in a relationship and the reader was killed by the grabber before Vance was and Vance was kidnapped and finds out he can communicate with the reader through the phone like finney did(and he finds out he can see them bc he hears something behind him while on the phone and it's the reader. He also gets pissed bc he can see how much the grabber hurt them when they died bc they're is blood all over them) and the reader trys to keep Vance safe and help him escape from the grabber, but ends up failing and they reunite again but they're both dead and the reader is rlly upset and blames themself bc they couldn't save him (the reader is crying and says something along the lines escape of "no, no, no, no, no! It wasn't your time yet, I couldn't save you! I'm so sorry it all my fucking fault!!") And Vance holds them close and tells them it wasn't they're fault and the tried they're best. I you don't have to though I just thought it would be a interesting scenario :)

Not Your Time

Vance didn't know how to react when he had heard you went missing. At first, he felt numb. He didn't show any kind of emotion, and everyone thought that maybe he really didn't love you.

But that wasn't true.

A few days after he had learned of your disappearance, the numbness and shock was replaced with anger. Any small thing ticked him off. He was already angry just as he was, but now, if someone even looked at him funny, they had a broken rib and a bloodied face in a matter of seconds.

No one bothered Vance. Not because they felt sad for him. No, none of them really cared. They were all just scared of him.

Vance knew they wouldn't miss him. Vance knew that when he was kidnapped, there weren't search teams for him. There weren't thousands of missing posters. He would be lucky to get two people who missed him.

Vance thought he had tried everything. He tried breaking down the door. He tried reaching the window. Nothing worked.

He laid on the rickety old bed. It looked into and stained, and felt like laying on a pile of rocks, but it was better then nothing.

The sound of a phone ringing brought him out of his daze like state.

"No. I'm just hallucinating." He mumbled as he stared at the disconnected phone wire.

The phone didn't stop ringing.

He groaned and got up, picking up the receiver, and for a moment, a sliver of hope shone in his eyes.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Vance spoke, clutching the receiver close to his ear. There was no answer. He felt all hope leave his body. "Fuck. Fuck you, fuck everything." He huffed and just before he was about to slam the phone down, he heard a soft voice on the other line.

"Vance?" He recognized that voice anywhere. He quickly pulled the receiver up to his ear, wiping away the tears that began to pricl at the corner of his eyes.

"Y/n? Is that you?" Vance felt himself get excited.

"Vance. It's me. Don't cry. Its going to be okay." You hummed. Vance felt so relieved to hear your voice.

"I'm not crying."

"Yeah you are, I can see you." You chuckled, and Vamces heart fluttered, so happy to hear that sound again.

"Y/n. Where are you? Are you in another room or something? Tell me where you are! I'll escape, and I'll come get you and then we can go and get this asshole arrested. Y/n. Please. Where are you?" Vance spoke so fast, he was excited to finally have a glimpse of hope. A chance to see you again.

There was silence on your end for a long time. "Vance. Hun." You mumbled.

Vance heard a clattering noise behind him, the sound of a soda bottle clanging against the floor. Vance turned around, and to his horror, there you stood.

You had a ghastly appearance. Your skin was pale, almost translucent. You were plastered with blood, your hair matted with crimson and dirt. Along your chest was a large gash. Vance didn't know what to say. You just stared at him.

Vance wanted to scream. To curse that monster who harmed you. He could see the bruises along your neck, arms, and everywhere else. You put up a fight. "Did he do this to you?" Vance grumbled through the receiver.

You nodded. "Vance, I'm sorry. I tried to fight. I was trying to get out through the window, but he came in right when I had finally got up there and." You felt yourself break down into tears. "Vance it hurt. It hurt so much. He took his time with me. I tried to fight. I used what you taught me. But he was to strong."

Vance felt all of his anger bubble up, and almost spill over the top. "Y/n, I'm going to kill that bastard. For you."

You shook your head. "Vance, no. Listen. I did some snooping around before he killed me. In the bathroom, there's an outlet across from the toilet. Well, on the other side there's a storage room, but you can't get in. Theres a giant freezer. If you can remove the panel from the back, you'll be in the freezer. All you have to do is break out of the freezer, and you'll be out. Find some kind of weapon out there. They have have a dog. So be careful."

Vance kept all of your instructions in mind, taking note to not forget any little bit. "I love you, Y/n."

"I love you to, Vance. So get out. For me." With that, the phone call ended, and Vance hung the phone up.

He immediately got to work. He was determined to get out. He dug and dug through the wall, and just as he was about to screw off the panel, he heard the door to the basement open.

Vance knew he was fucked. There was no possible way he could get out in time.

He put up a fight. He tried so hard to shove the Grabber off of him. But he lost. In the end, he was overpowered.

Death wasn't exactly what you thought it would be. It wasn't dark and empty. And it wasn't like heaven and hell. It was whatever you needed it to be. Whatever you thought made you the most peaceful.

Your afterlife was a big field. A field of flowers and lakes and small animals. It was peaceful. There was the most beautiful sunsets there.

Everything was disrupted one day, when you saw him.

There he was. Vance. You thoyght he had escaped. But he hadn't. He just stood there, staring blankly at the horizon.

"Vance?" You called out, walking, and then jogging, and then running towards him.

Vance turned around just in time to catch you in his arms.

Vance was to astonished to say anything at first. He just stared at you as you pressed your face against his chest, gripping the sides of his vest tightly, like if you let go he would disappear.

You started crying into his chest. Vance wrapped one arm around your waist, and used the other hand to gently run his fingers through your hair, trying to soothe you.

"Vance. I'm so sorry. I thought you'd get out. This is all my fault." Your words were filled with the most heartbreaking sorrow Vance had ever heard. "It wasn't your time, Vance. It's all my fault. If only I hadn't interfered. You would have gotten out. Vance, I-" you couldn't speak anymore. Your sobs overpowered your voice as you clung tighter to him.

Vance just stared down at you, tears welling in his eyes. "Its not your fault. That freak was going to kill me either way. None of this was ever your fault. Shh, its okay. Please, don't cry." He kissed your forehead, trying his best to comfort you, in hopes that you would calm down.

You looked up at Vance, eyes stained with tears. You weren't all bloody and beaten up like you were before. You looked just as perfect as you had before you were abducted. "Vance. I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to die yet. You were supposed to get out of there." You wiped the tears on your cheeks away, staring into Vances familiar eyes. You were so happy to finally feel something familiar, even if it meant you were both dead.

"Its not your fault, Y/n. Its that fucking dickheads fault. Don't blame yourself, please." He wiped at the corners of his eyes, still trying to put on a tough persona.

You sighed, immediately seeing through his facade. You gave him a soft smile, pressing a kiss on his lips.

"I'm just glad that I can be with you, Y/n. Even if it meant dying to get here."

#vance hopper #the black phone #the black phone x reader #black phone edit #robin arellano #finney shaw #vance hopper x reader #headcanon

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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will you let me? (m) knj.

pairing. namjoon x reader genre. smut, pwp, established relationship word count. 1.2k warnings. unprotected sex, impreg kink, dirty talk, but also kinda cute note. based off a request sent in for thirst night! i hope u enjoy the insanely short filth🤠(also my first published joon fic can i get a hell yeah, also not edited sorry)

The air is stuffy all around you, each harsh breath released only thickening it up, leaving your skin hot and your mind fuzzy. Namjoon groans into your ear, mouthing kisses along your neck, tongue trailing down your jugular before he gently nips your skin.

“God you’re so warm—fuck—so wet,” he mumbles on, rambling without a thought, too enveloped in the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock. You felt every inch of him as he fucked you, the two of you finally agreeing to not use a condom for the first time. Namjoon swears he’ll never want to put one on again.

The smack of your skin mixes in with each of your moans, your hands wrapping around him, digging your nails into his back as he rocked forward. “Ah, Namjoon,” you whimper, eyes rolling back as he starts to suck on your neck. “Harder baby, please.”

“Yeah? Feel good?” he rasps, holding himself up to stare down at you. The pink tendrils of his hair stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, and the sparkle in his eyes shows his excitement. His soft lips spread out into a smile, dimples sinking into his cheeks as he does so.

Another precise thrust has you nodding, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him closer. Namjoon could fuck you harder, could grip your hips so hard they bruised as he pistoned into you, but he liked this too much. He wants to savor the feeling of your velvety walls pulsing around him, wants to remember each of your trembled breaths when he hits your gspot, and wants to really enjoy the feeling of his hot cum filling you up.

The thought alone makes him shut his eyes, groaning deep in the back of his throat as he pictures it, imagines seeing the globs of white dripping out of you, stuffing you so much your tummy would bulge. And suddenly he wants that, his eyes fall to your stomach, seeing the way it tenses in pleasure. Namjoon wants to claim you this way, make you his in a way you’ve never been before.

“Fuck baby,” he pants, jaw slack as the thoughts flood his mind, hips snapping into yours with more determination. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A teasing laugh spills from your mouth, one of your hands coming up to cradle his face, wondering where this was coming from after the filthy words he had been spewing earlier. “You think I look beautiful covered in sweat?”

Namjoon nods like it’s the most obvious response, surging his cock deeper into you, wanting to reach as far as he could. His balls slap against your thighs from the force, making your tits bounce around and he groans once more when he imagines how they’d look if you were pregnant.

“Always look so beautiful,” he continues, cursing when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. “Look pretty when you’re stretched around my cock, fuck, bet you look pretty full of my cum too.”

His words make your skin warm up further, the thought of it sinking into your bones, already imagining how it would feel. And then he says something you never thought he would, “Wanna knock you up. Will you let me baby?”

It takes you a second to comprehend it, mind blanking as he moans above you, whimpering slightly when you fail to answer him, hips becoming more desperate. “Baby,” he whines again, feeling his release creeping up on him, needing to know if you’d be okay with him filling you up this way.

The head of his cock rubs against your walls deliciously, snapping you out of your small daze as you nod frantically. “Yes, yesyes please. Fill me up Namjoon.”

Those were the golden words he needed to hear, burying his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle, the wooden headboard slamming into the wall so hard the neighbors would surely complain. He didn’t care though, not when you cried his name so beautifully as your orgasm crept up your spine. With his close position, each of his thrusts put pressure on your clit, sensitive and needy for attention, you mewl at the friction, rutting your hips up in time with his.

“Namjoon, c-close—please don’t stop.”

“Mm, don’t worry baby, I got you.” he softly reassures you, shivering when your hands tangle themselves in his hair, nails raking along his scalp. Another few thrusts is all it takes to sends you over the edge, shouting out his name as your ears rang from the pressure. Namjoon groans in your ear as your walls spasm around his cock, milking him for his orgasm, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.

“Joonie,” you keen, feet pushing him closer to you as you mewl in sensitivity. He gasps when you pulse around him, wanting him to spill his load inside of you, needing to see him fall apart.

“Ah shit—“ he rasps, pushing himself up as he thrusts deeper into you, bulbous head of his cock just shy of reaching your cervix. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl? Let me fill you up until my pretty girl is messy, hm?”

You visibly shiver at his words, mouth dropped open in awe as you watch him, nodding along. “Please, please.”

“Fuck, take it baby.” It washes over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grows desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he feels his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his cum splash along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The feeling makes you hum, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrusts into you, making sure you take every last drop.

He falls over you like deadweight, forgetting his giant self could crush you if he wanted. His cock is still nuzzled deep within you, slowly softening as it kept the cum from leaking out. “Hey, watch the baby!” you playfully call out, giggling when he snorts against your skin, large palm sliding up your sides in a soothing manner.

“Don’t tease me.”

Your hands trail through his hair again, feeling the damp strands slowly detangle as you take your time. “You know, I could always get off birth control and we could actually try.”

He visibly perks up, brown eyes staring up at you with a certain glimmer to them that makes your heart flip in your chest. Picturing Namjoon with your child, strapped to his chest as he did things around the house, tucked into a stroller as he took him for a walk around the park, finally having a little human to fit into the baby shoes he was so obsessed with buying. You couldn’t imagine a better future.

“Really?”

“Yeah you dork, let's have a baby. Knock me up.” Your brows wiggle in time with your words, and when he slips out of you as he attacks your neck with kisses, you let out a squeal in delight.

“C’mon, we gotta practice then!” he announces in all seriousness, not caring that his cock was still soft and you had just been thoroughly stuffed by him seconds prior. But when he was determined there was no stopping him, so instead you coax him up, dragging him into the bathroom with the promise of shower sex and the freedom to be as messy as he wanted.

#ficswithluv #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #bangtansorciere #heartsforbts #bangtaninn #btscreatorscorner #namjoon smut #kim namjoon #bts smut #bts imagine #bts scenarios #new

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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago

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Under the Floorboards

(Technoblade x Reader) link to Pt. II :)

Picking up a bundle of wood you let out a soft breath, you watched as it escaped out your lips in front of you in a small cloud. Trudging through the snow you made your way back to your house, well it wasn’t really your house. A few months ago you ran into Technoblade while he was searching for a new home far away from this place called L’manburg; he told you he was in retirement and was surprised to find another person all the way out here. As a wandering adventurer, you eventually won him over with your charm, wit, and humor.

That was a joke of course.

You both started a mutual trade agreement, on your way back from the adventures you’d always take a pit stop at his place so he could see if you had anything worth trading. It started slow, he realized you would come back very late at night, and very weary. He offered you to stay the night once, then once turned into twice and before you knew it you began to stay at his place after every late-night adventure. As you spent more time together he helped you become a better fighter, and farmer and you helped him learn social skills and how to cook food that wasn’t steak.

He never told you about his time in the country of L’manburg or why he was in retirement in the first place but you didn’t mind. Everyone has their secrets and even if both of you were considered friends at this point you never pried. Not even when you’d catch him mumbling to himself about chat, or the bloodthirsty look in his eyes after he killed an animal. You kept your mouth shut out of respect, you could tell he appreciated the gesture.

You earned yourself a friendship emerald after he introduced you to his oldest friend Philza, the man treated you like you were his family. It made you feel wanted and welcome, Techno had a little smile on his face the entire interaction as the both of you bonded. In his mind he was ecstatic his two favorite people were getting along. Techno walked Philza out of the house and returned holding an emerald out to you, you knew how valuable these emerald were to him. You were in such shock and awe you almost started crying which caused him to panic.

“I’ll treasure it with my life.” You told him kissing said emerald gently, blush spread across his pale face to his pointed ears.

“I’m glad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Chat- chat stop I’m not simp.” You heard him whisper hiss softly but you ignored it, choosing to smile at him instead. He noticed and his blush only deepened. You took his hand, it was so small intertwined in his own, and squeezed it softly.

Eventually, the both of you grew closer than just friends which understandably scared the half pigman to death. You caught him mumbling to himself more frequently, especially when you both were out fighting monsters and gaining experience.

Things like: “I’m not a simp” and “Calm down I’m gonna protect her” as well as “I can’t just say that!” Were very frequent mumblings of his, your brow furrowed and after fighting a baby zombie you turned towards him,

“Hey Technoblade you doing okay?”

“Yes!” He sputtered out reassuring you that he was just fine by saving you from a Skeleton.

You two watched the sunset that same day from on top of a snowy mountain and he confessed to you. The confession was a bit rough around the edges but then again so was he, so to you, it was perfect. You took his hands to get him to stop rambling and kissed his knuckles. He made an embarrassed sound and looked away from you, you cooed teasingly at him and accepted. From then on you both were attached at the hip, well as attached as he’d let you be there was still that level of awkwardness that came with any new relationships but it was wonderful. You’d both spent hours by the fireside as he read to you, you’d help him care for Carl and get enchanted books all the while you were in awe of this magnificent and mysterious man before you.

Shaking your head smiling to yourself you trudged back to his house, the emerald around your neck bounced in tandem with your steps. Technoblade never liked leaving you alone, you reminded him constantly that you had a life before he was in it but he still seemed to be on edge. You figured it had something to do with his past so you did your best to reassure him that you’d be safe when he was away; Techo seemed to appreciate your efforts at least. Whenever he got back from what you assumed was visiting Phil (after all, Carl was gone), you were going to run him a bath and braid his hair the way he liked. Maybe you’d make him a nice dinner then you’d both fall asleep together while reading. It’d earn you some soft kisses and snuggles later, you giggled to yourself as you put away the wood. If you told anyone else this giant of a man, who you’ve seen wipe out hordes of monsters like it was nothing, loves to be cuddled at night they’d call you insane.

You wandered down into the basement to feed his cow but the sound of a blocks-breaking startled you out of your daydream. You whipped around pulling out your sword in the way Technoblade showed you and came face to face with a blonde child peeking out from the floorboards.

“What the FUCK?!” You both shrieked at one another, he moved to try and scramble back down the hole. You followed him down his ladder, you weren’t going to let this child get away with living under your boyfriends’ house so easily. You backed him into a corner and took note of his beat-up appearance and his attempts to look brave as he held up his hands. Sweat gathered on his brow but you didn’t let your guard down, before you could open your mouth to question him he began to talk so fast and loud you could barely keep up.

“OI, OI, OI, OI! LADY, LADY, LADY, CALM DOWNNNN CALM DOWN! SEE, SEE WE’RE BOTH IN TROUBLE CAUSE WE’RE BOTH STEALING- BORROWING FROM THE BLADE! THE BLADE KNOWS ME! I AM HIS LITTLE BROTHER, TOMMY, I AM SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME! THEREFOR I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG. YOU-YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, ARE A STRANGER! YOU KNOW HE’S A BLOOD GOD RIGHT? HE’LL ABSOLUTELY KILL YOU, BUT BUT! IF WE KEEP THIS BETWEEN US I WON’T HAVE TO TELL HIM ANYTHING AT ALL FAIR? SEEMS FAIR TO ME-”

You reached your hand out to cover his mouth, your eyes narrowed into slits, “Start again. Softer and slower. Techno never told me he had a brother.” You watched the eyes of the blonde widen in surprise, assumingly at the notion that you already knew Technoblade. Slowly you removed your hand from his mouth but didn’t lower your guard. He cleared his throat, swallowing tentatively.

“I’m Tommy. We’re not related by blood- who ARE you?” he pressed still completely baffled at the appearance of a GIRL who knew Technoblade. Before you could even respond to him he let out another baffled cry. “DOES HE SIMP FOR YOU!?” He shrieked pointing at you as he waved his finger around. “THERE’S NO WAY- HE DOES HOLY SHIT!” Tommy laughed as you blinked rapidly, how was he able to read all that without you even saying anything? You were trying to process who this kid was while also being stuck on the blood god thing. You felt Tommy’s arm around your shoulders suddenly as he pulled you close. “Well, Miss Blade now that we know who you are maybe we can strike a deal-“

“Absolutely Not.”

“HEY! Come on now.” Tommy whined loudly, “I need your help here! Look I’m sure you know why he’s in hiding and all...and well...I might’ve pissed the same people off and-”

“Actually no. I didn’t know that…” You spoke softly deflating a little, “He’s in hiding? From who exactly.”

A look of shock came across Tommy’s face, “You mean...you don’t know? Like about L’manburg and his betrayal.”

“Does it sound like I know? Look Tommy you seem like a nice kid really, but you need to leave-”

“Nonononnonononono. Look it’s fine, I’ve been living here for weeks now-”

“WEEKS?” You snarled a pink flush coming to your cheeks, you grabbed the boy’s arm and began to drag him up the ladders in Techno’s house. Hee was going to kill you like actually this time. You were about to throw open the door but it swung open in front of you. Techno was standing there completely bruised and bloody and you immediately dropped Tommy in favor of him.

“Oh my god Techno what happened?” You breathed out a worried breath he was about to respond before he noticed Tommy. He grabbed you by the arm and pushed you behind him guarding you with his body.

“Tommy.” He snarled as the boy once again shrieked and booked it back down the ladder Techno turned towards you, “Stay here.” Technoblade commanded you softly the look in his eyes could only be described as desperate. “Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t…” You murmured watching him disappear after the British boy, you hoped he was going to explain everything to you after he dealt with the raccoon. You could hear them shouting from down below you, you couldn’t push it off any longer you needed to get answers from him.

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Part II maybe? Lmk if there’s an interest! Cause I love this man with my whole heart! Thanks so much for reading 🥺✨ link to Pt. II :)

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years ago

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MY DEAR WIFE. I DESIRE A SEQUEL TO THE JIMMY EMPIRE FIC. I MADE THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT TO MAKE MY DEMANDS. NOW GO BE FREE. WRITE YOU FANTASTIC FANFIC WRITER YOU. -BEST SPOUSE, PURP <3

this was a popular request LMAO :D

here’s the first part

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The ringing of her communicator wakes Lizzie up late in the night. Blinking herself awake, she quickly answers it, speaking quietly so as to not awaken her sleeping fiance next to her. “Hello?”

“Lizzie, it’s Pixl,” comes the familiar British voice. “I’m so sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” Lizzie says. “Is something wrong?”

“Something’s happened with Jimmy.”

Lizzie’s heart skips a beat. “Is he okay?”

“I’ll explain everything later but I could really use your help right now. Are you able to come to the Cod Empire?”

Momentarily forgetting that Pixl can’t see her, Lizzie nods. “Of course, I’ll come over right away.”

“Thanks so much, Lizzie,” says Pixl gratefully. “See you soon.”

“See you.”

Lizzie puts down her communicator and gets out of bed. Just as she’s finished changing, her fiance stirs in his bed and murmurs, “What’s going on? Who was that?”

“Pixl,” replies Lizzie softly, secretly glad he’s awake; she wouldn’t have woken him first. “Something’s happened to Jimmy, and Pixl needs me. You okay to come over to the Cod Empire with me?”

Joel sits up in his bed, immediately more awake. “Of course, of course. Let me get dressed.”

The two fly straight over to the Cod Empire and land outside Jimmy’s house. Pixl answers the door on the first knock. “Queen Lizzie, thank you for coming,” he says gratefully. “And King Joel.”

He leads them inside. Lizzie and Joel both gasp simultaneously as they spot Jimmy lying on the bed.

Joel freezes but Lizzie dashes to his side and grasps his hand, staring down in horror at the bruises covering Jimmy’s face. “Oh my goodness! What happened to him?! Is he okay?!”

Pixl joins her on Jimmy’s other side. “He’s recovering,” he responds grimly. “You know the demon Xornoth that’s shown their face around the server lately?”

“Heard of them.”

“fWhip and Sausage seem to be around the epicentre of the whole thing. They captured Jimmy, kept him in a cell for a whole day, beat him several times, then tried to sacrifice him to Xornoth. Scott and I managed to save him but he almost died from his injuries before Scott was able to heal him somewhat with magic.”

Lizzie gazes down at Jimmy with a worried expression, gently touching his face. He stirs slightly under her touch.

After a moment, she speaks again, her tone low and dangerous. “fWhip and Sausage, you said?”

Pixl nods. “Yeah. Scott and I chased them off but I’m a little worried about them returning to finish the job. That’s why I asked you over; I could do with some help protecting him. If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Lizzie retracts her hand and presses her fist into her palm. “Hell, if either of them show their faces around here, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.”

Now Joel moves closer to the bed, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Poor Jimmy… I can’t imagine how terrified he must’ve been.”

As Pixl opens his mouth to respond, another knock at the door sounds. The three frown at each other, trying to work out who could possibly be at the door.

After a moment, Pixl heads back over to the door and answers it. His gaze darkens when he sees who’s standing there. “You’re not welcome here.”

Lizzie stiffens as she hears MythicalSausage’s voice: “I just wanted to ask how Jimmy is. And to… apologise.”

“Apologise?!” Lizzie bursts out.

Joel draws Pixl out of the way as Lizzie storms to the door and shoves Sausage backwards. “You TORTURED my friend and you think you can just walk over here and APOLOGISE?!”

Sausage scrambles back as a furious Lizzie bears down on him. “I had nothing to do with hurting him! That was all fWhip!”

“YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT BETTER?!” Lizzie bellows.

She flings out her arms and manipulates the ocean water into grabbing hold of Sausage and bringing him closer to her. “ACK!” Sausage chokes, struggling uselessly. “LIZZIE!”

“I’m going to kill you, Sausage,” growls Lizzie. “Would you rather be flung high into the air and fall to your death or drowned in salty ocean water?”

“N-Neither!”

A dark smile appears on Lizzie’s face. “Too bad. I’ve decided I’m gonna drown you.”

She lifts the water higher. His scream is abruptly cut off as the water envelopes his head, stopping him from breathing. She watches with satisfaction as his air slowly runs out.

But then Pixl’s voice comes from behind her: “Lizzie, he’s calling for you. He needs you.”

Lizzie pauses, weighing up her options. Eventually, she releases Sausage onto the dock, taking grim pleasure in the way he splutters and coughs up water. “You’re lucky this time, Sausage,” she says. She kneels down beside him and pushes her face close to Sausage’s with a menacing glare. “But if you ever, and I mean EVER, come near Jimmy again, you’re gonna wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Y-Yes!” gasps Sausage.

Lizzie steps back and lets Sausage flee, before rushing back inside and back to Jimmy’s side. Her ally is stirring, his eyelids fluttering. “L-Lizz...ie…”

“I’m here,” whispers Lizzie softly, holding his hand against her cheek to reassure him of her presence. “I’m here, Jimmy. Are you okay?”

Jimmy coughs weakly. “M-My wrists hurt.”

Frowning, Lizzie pushes down Jimmy’s sleeve, revealing the thick red marks. “Wh-What is this?!” she gasps. “Pixl?”

“It’s…” Pixl hesitates, knowing what his next words will likely cause. “They’re burn marks. He had his hands tied behind his back for most of the day in that cell.”

Joel glances sharply at his fiancee. “Uh oh.”

Thunder sounds overhead as dark clouds rapidly slide across the sky. Lizzie’s expression remains steady, but lightning flashes in her eyes. “I’ll be right back, Jimmy,” she says, her voice as steady as her expression. But it’s just an act for Jimmy’s benefit and both Pixl and Joel know it.

Neither Pixl nor Joel stop her as she storms out of the hut and takes off flying towards the Grimlands. She lands atop the outer wall, rain starting to fall from the sky.

“FWHIP!” she bellows, her voice rolling through the clouds and echoing across the land.

Seconds later, the count himself appears atop his tower, within audible distance despite the increasingly loud thunder overhead. “Queen Lizzie!” He spreads his arms wide. “How may I help you?”

A bolt of lightning strikes the very top of fWhip’s tower.

“Aha, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Ocean Queen?” fWhip laughs.

Instead of replying verbally, Lizzie lifts her arms and summons a giant wave of water from the river, sending it crashing down like a tsunami over the Grimlands.

“NO!” fWhip yells. “My villagers! You’re gonna drown my villagers!”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU TORTURED JIMMY AND TRIED TO MURDER HIM!” roars Lizzie.

fWhip stares at her for a moment as he finally remembers that Lizzie is one of Jimmy’s closest allies. “...oh…”

Shaking himself into action, fWhip dives down into his flooded village. Lizzie watches him, taking grim satisfaction in watching him flounder around in desperation. She doesn’t even realise how close he is to death until-

fWhip drowned

Lizzie quickly dissipates the flood and jumps down to look for fWhip’s items. As she’s starting to pick them up, fWhip reappears, so she retreats back to a safe distance.

“I’ll get my revenge for this, Ocean Queen,” growls fWhip. “I will not take the attempted murder of my villagers lying down.”

“I don’t give a crap,” Lizzie snaps back. “Don’t you dare think about going near Jimmy ever again, because if you do, I can promise you I will wipe your goddamn empire off the face of the world and I will NOT regret doing it.”

fWhip narrows his eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong empire. I too have the power to wipe an empire out of existence.”

“I live in the ocean. The bulk of my empire is underwater now. Your TNT will make a scratch at most.”

fWhip’s mouth opens, then closes again. After a moment, he looks away. “Fine.”

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re backing down that easily?”

“I’m being smart. You’ve no idea what’s coming, Lizzie. I do. I need to prepare. I can’t afford to be dragged into another war right now.”

As fWhip turns, he finds Lizzie extremely close to him. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close so that their faces are inches apart. “Then don’t start one,” she snarls. “Stay away from my allies.”

She shoves fWhip away and takes off again, flying back to the swamp. Part of her feels bad at the attack on fWhip’s innocent villagers but she pushes it aside. fWhip tortured Jimmy and was perfectly willing to slaughter him when he was tied up and defenceless.

Lizzie has no sympathy or mercy for a person like that.

When she gets back, Joel meets her at the door. “Lizzie, you’re back!” he gasps. “I saw the death message in chat.”

“Yes. fWhip needed to be told that I won’t tolerate him hurting my Jimmy.” Her gaze flickers from Joel to Pixl and back again. “Or any of you.”

Joel gazes at her with almost visible hearts in his eyes. “I love you so much, Lizzie.”

Lizzie can’t help a chuckle. “I love you too.”

“Guys, guys, come quick!” Pixl calls suddenly. “Guys!”

The two quickly rush to Jimmy’s beside but stop dead simultaneously when they see what Pixl is so panicked about.

A mark has appeared on Jimmy’s neck. It looks like some kind of rune, but what’s worrying about it is the fact that it’s glowing red.

“What is this?” Lizzie gasps. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know! It just appeared!”

After a few seconds, the glowing dies down, leaving only the clear black mark.

“This has got to be something to do with the demon,” says Pixl shakily. “I don’t know what or how or why, but somehow, fWhip and Sausage’s attempted sacrifice of Jimmy must’ve caused this.”

“But what can we do about it?” Joel asks. “What can we do to help?”

Pixl has no answer to this.

Nobody does.

#empires smp #pixlriffs #ldshadowlady #solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #fwhip #mythicalsausage #vaunna’s requests

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nocturnal-dreams · 4 years ago

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As Our World Caves In

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Pairing: Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader

Warnings: deep angst, death, blood, stabbing, explosions

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Part 2 here!

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Another scream left your lips as you were flown back by the impact of the wither hitting you, sending you down into a crater losing a lot of your health. You quickly drunk a health potion and started to climb out of the hole, trying to avoid the wither heads being shot at you. The screams of people you had once called your friends, some your enemies, rang in your ears.

How could Techno have betrayed you like this? He was almost like a brother to you, you two had bonded so well preparing for this war just for him to turn a blind eye at your pleads for him to help. Tommy had ran off after Techno, you losing sight of the two when one of the withers started to target you, Dream attacking you in the process.

A part of you wished Dream hadn’t just left you for dead, a part of you wished he had actually killed you. Not that you had much to live for anymore. The place you had once called home, fallen in love in, and built was destroyed. Your friends had betrayed you. All you had now was Wilbur...

Wilbur...

Where is Wilbur?

You looked around the chaos of L’Manberg, the town being torn apart by the withers that raged chaos on everyone and everything in its wake. You scrambled to what safe land you could find, eventually the land being blown up under your feet.

Calling for Wilbur, you cursed to yourself not finding him anywhere. Where had he gone off to, you were worried. You looked down at the netherstar hanging around your neck, the same netherstar that Wilbur had giving you the day he had beaten Dream and became president of L’Manberg.

Why couldn’t the days just stay that way? No wars, no withers, no chaos, just you and Wilbur running a beautiful nation. The days you and Wilbur would sit at the top of the towers, watch the sunset in each other’s arms while he would mutter words of admiration.

“Y/N?!” you slid down the hill quickly hearing your name, finding Phil standing at the top of a hill staring down at you. You picked yourself up quickly running over to the blonde man, hugging him tightly and looking him over for any wounds from the wither attack, “where is Wilbur?”

“I don’t know,” your breath was ragged, your hands shaking as you held onto Philza, “I’m scared he’s dead, he’s on his last life Phil! I can’t lose him!” You buried your face into Phil’s shoulder, tears running down your face while Phil tried to calm you the best he could and also find out where his middle son had disappeared to. Wherever Wilbur had gone however, Phil knew it wasn’t for good intentions.

You and Phil had exchanged letters for weeks leading up today, you rambling off in your letters how you were scared for Wilbur, he seemed to have been turning more insane day after day, disappearing for days at a time to somewhere. Phil was trying his best in the letters to give you comfort and to calm your mind but at the same time, he knew what his son could be capable with if he got pushed too far for too long.

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There he sat, singing to himself quietly to the words on the wall. He sat in a small wooden chair, it creaking quietly at the slightest movement and a single lantern hanging on the ceiling above him. A small but powerful button in front of him as he stared at it, going to press it but something continuing to pull him away from the button.

Well, I've heard there was a special place, Where men could go and emancipate, The brutality and the tyranny of their rulers.

“There was a special place, where men could go and emancipate,” he rambled to himself, pulling at the sleeves of his brown trenchcoat, “and there definitely was that special place that once existed, it did.”

Well, this place is real, we needn't fret, With Wilbur, Y/N, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret It's a very big and not blown-up L'Manberg

His face fell into his hands, “even with Tubbo being in charge I don’t think it can exist again, it just can’t.” He sighed loudly to himself, his hand hovering above the button that would end everything, all of his work would be over, “it’s right there, if I’m ever gonna press it then I’m pressing it now. And...” His brows furrowed for a second, slamming his hand against the wall, “the thing that I built this nation for doesn’t exist anymore! The thing I worked towards! Our dream! It doesn’t exist anymore! It doesn’t exist-”

A voice cut him off, just down the long hallway that lead to the room hidden in a small mountain stood Phil, Y/N behind him covered in bruises and burns from the wither attack. Phil was the one to speak, Y/N being too weak in that moment to even look at Wilbur, the man they had once loved, “what are you doing?”

Silence, until Wilbur spoke up quietly, not bothering to turn around to face his father, “Phil?” Phil repeated his question, “we made Tubbo president, Schlatt is gone, we won Phil.”

Phil nodded, pulling Y/N to his side not wanting them to completely break down watching the man they loved go insane, “so... You are? In L’Manberg?”

Wilbur finally turned around to face his father, noticing Y/N by his side. Wilbur looked over them, taking a second to look at just the bruises that littered Y/N’s arms and the burns on their hands.

You choked back a sob staring at Wilbur, “Wil, please just stop. Come home, come to-”

“This is home, Y/N. What are you talking about?” Wilbur asked, his head turning to the side, unable to understand why Y/N was in such a state after they had just won. He thought this was what they wanted, that they wanted L’Manberg back.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, “this?! A nation that is corrupted, people living in fear, how can you even see a future here?!” You broke free from Phil’s grasp, going over to Wilbur and grabbing him by his jacket, pulling him closely and showing him the wounds that littered your arms, legs, hands, and face, “Wilbur can’t you see that I’m in pain? The Wilbur I knew wouldn’t even allowed me to go into the battlefield!”

“Y/N...” Wilbur’s expression seemed to soften, his eyes seeming calmer and almost like he was about to break down into your arms at the slightest touch. Wilbur looked away from your pleading eyes, dodging your hand that tried to go to his face so you could make him look at you again, “alright, I will admit. Do you know what that button is?”

Y/N stayed silent, Phil nodding to Wilbur’s question, “I read your notes, I know you son. I know what that button will do.”

“Have you heard the of the song, the song on the wall.”

“My L’Manberg,” Y/N said quietly, your voice breaking as you held onto Wilbur.

“There was a special place,” Wilbur’s hands grabbed your own, prying them off of him, making you sit down in the chair in which Wilbur had once sat. Wilbur looked around the room, reading each word on the wall, “I was just saying that there was a special place that men could go but it’s not there anymore.”

“But it is there Wilbur,” you said, looking up at him from the chair in which you were now sat at, “we won it back, Tubbo is now the president, we can be happy.”

“I am so close to pressing that button!” Wilbur yelled, catching you off guard as he slammed his hands down on the wall again, staring at the button intently, “I have been here on days where I wasn’t even planning! I’ve been here like seven or eight times just wanting to press it.” Suddenly everything was making sense to Y/N, this is where Wilbur was sneaking off to at night, this is what Wilbur was marking down in his notebook that he wouldn’t allow you to read, “I’ve been here so many times-”

“And you just want to blow it all up, throw away everything you’ve worked so hard for,” Phil responded, Wilbur giving a small nod as he rested his forehead against the wall, “what you and everyone that has loved and cared about you have fought for.”

“I don’t even know if it works Phil, I tried once and someone had destroyed the redstone so who’s to say they haven’t destroyed it again,” Wilbur sighed, “I could press it and have it not work.”

“Wilbur please, just try to reconsider. We can make a new nation, with everything you stand for, it will be us in rule, no Schlatt, no Dream, just you, me, Tommy, Tubbo, and whoever else you want,” you reached for Wilbur’s hand, him pulling away from the action, “please Wil, I love you.”

Wilbur bit his lip, staring at the button, “you know Y/N, there was a saying, by a traitor.” Your heart sank to your stomach, you knew what was coming, “It was never meant to be.”

Just the small click made you go numb, he had done it, he had pressed the button.

And there it was, the giant hole in the wall showing all the work was destroyed, everything was gone. Everything, every memory, every laugh, it was all destroyed. Wilbur just smiled to himself, staring at the destruction of his nation.

“My L’Manberg Phil,” Wilbur sighed staring at the destruction, the nation torn to pieces, “my unfinished symphony that will forever be unfinished! If I couldn’t have it than no one could!”

“Wilbur! You’re insane!” Y/N cried, staring at the destruction of their once beautiful home.

Suddenly Wilbur grabbed Y/N by the arm, pulling something out of his pocket and giving it to Y/N, “kill me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at Wilbur’s request, you couldn’t murder Wilbur, you loved him. Wilbur kept going on, begging you to stab him as you held the blade in your trembling fingers, tears streaming down your face.

“But-”

“Kill me Y/N!” Wilbur had yelled, grabbing your harsher and almost shaking you as you stared at him, tears blurring your vision, “everyone wants you to do it! Look at them, the traitors Y/N, they never cared about us. I want to die, please just do it!”

“I love you!” You yelled, the diamond enchanted blade trembling in your hands, Wilbur’s hands landing on top of your own and aiming the tip of the blade towards his heart.

“You just need to push,” Wilbur said, his voice calm for someone that was about to be murdered. Yet you couldn’t do it, you just couldn’t kill him after everything he has done for you. You loved Wilbur more than anyone, he was your entire world, now he wanted you to destroy your world like he just destroyed his home, “Y/N, look at me.”

You looked up at him, your vision blurred by the tears that streamed down your face. Wilbur grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head slightly to the side and smashing his lips on your own in a passionate kiss. You clung to him, the sword dropping between you two as you held onto him, as if the entire world and chaos around both of you had paused and you two were the only ones around.

But suddenly Wilbur stopped, his hands dropping from behind your head, sinking to the floor. You tried to cling to his body the best you could but he still fell to the ground, you catching his head before it could hit the ground. You looked behind Wilbur to see Phil, tears in his eyes and a blood stained sword in his hands.

You held his head between your hands, watching the blood pour from his lips as he gave you a weak smile, “Y/N, love, you know how Dream said earlier that there was no traitor?” You nodded, holding onto Wilbur through his final moments, “he fucking lied.”

You held him tightly, watching his breathing stop and his heart that had once put you to sleep just by it’s beating had now froze. You clung to his body tightly, burying your face in his chest not bothering with the blood that would stain you. What point was there to care? The man you loved more than anything was dead, the man you had trusted had murdered him right in front of you.

“Get out,” you whispered quietly, but Phil still hearing you.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” Phil sighed, taking his hat off to help pay his respects, “but he was dangerous, I had to put an end to him. He was suffering Y/N, he was a danger to you, to everyone here, and most importantly himself. I did want I believe is best.”

“You fucking murdered him!” You yelled, holding Wilbur’s lifeless face to your chest as you cried into his brown curls, “just get out.”

“Y/N...”

“Get the fuck out!”

Phil nodded sadly, dropping the blade from his hands that was stained in Wilbur’s blood and left the room through the hole left by the explosion, leaving you to cry.

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I’m gonna go to sleep now since it’s now 1 in the morning and I’ve been writing for hours

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tulsa-trash · 4 years ago

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Night of the Rumble

WARNING(S): Swearing, mentions of violence.

Its been four hours, four excruciating hours you waited for him to call you. He attended a rumble tonight, and he promised he’d call you after to let you know he was okay. So far there has been no phone call and your anxiety was eating you alive.

A part of you wanted to go and watch just so you could know if he was okay; but then you knew you wouldn’t be able to watch him get hurt. Plus he wouldn’t let you go anyway, he didn't want you to get hurt. You laid in your bed and stared at your ceiling, there was no way you could sleep. You looked over at your alarm clock and sighed deeply when you realized it was now two-thirty in the morning.

Your mind was racing with thoughts. Is he okay? Where is he? Why hasn’t he called me yet? You were losing your mind and on on the edge of flipping out. You ran your hands over your face roughly and groaned in frustration, you couldn’t take it anymore. The suspense was killing you and you were so damn worried about him it hurt.

Your phone began to ring loudly, making you shoot up and answer it within a millisecond.

“Hello!?” Your voice rushed out into the receiver.

You heard a quiet groan before the voice spoke, “Hey, baby girl.”

Steve's voice was dry and hoarse, he sounded like he was in pain which made the fear you already felt rise within you. Thankfully he was at least alive and breathing.

“Oh my goodness, Steve. You scared the sh*t out of me! Are you okay?” You asked.

There was silence on his end for a moment, “I’m fine. Really you don’t have to worry about me, Y/N.”

“Steve you sound horrible, I know you’re not okay. What the hell happened at that damned rumble?”

He chuckled but then groaned once more, “Don’t worry, the other guys are in way worse condition than me.”

You rolled your eye’s but a ghost of a smirk found its way to your lips. He still managed to boast to you in this dire situation.

“Babe where are you? I really want to see you.” You said softly.

“B-Believe me you really don’t.” He stuttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean? Steve, I’ve been worried sick about you all night! I wanna see you!”

He went silent again, except this time for a while. The only thing you could hear was him breathing and the faint sound of other voices in the background. He was definitely at the Curtis house.

“Steve?”

You could hear him hum in response.

“Why don’t you want me to see you?” You asked, hurt evident in your tone.

He sighed, “Darlin', please don’t be sad. The main reason I don’t want you seein’ me is because I don’t want you to be upset.”

You scoffed, "I’m goin’ over there right now.”

“What!?” He exclaimed.

You got up off your bed and began to look around for an outfit, but not going far since your phone cord was not long at all.

“I’m gonna see you whether you like it or not.” You stated as you picked up a pair of jeans off the floor and slipped them on.

“How do you even know where I am?” He asked.

“I can hear the gang in the background, Steve. I’m not stupid.”

“Please don’t.” He begged into the phone.

“Nope, I’m comin'.” You said sternly.

“I don’t want you out at this time of night, Y/N. Somethin’ bad can happen I don’t want ya out on your lonesome.”

“I’m taking my parents car and driving over there right now. See you in a few.”

Before he could protest any longer you hung up, quickly throwing on a decent looking shirt and a coat. You quietly snuck down stairs and grabbed your shoes along with the keys on the way out. You were going to see him no matter what.

You knocked hard on the Curtis’ front door, you heard the chatter die down before Sodapop answered. He had a giant bruise on his left cheek and a busted lip, but he still managed to send you his classic movie star smile.

“Jesus, Soda.” You breathed out.

“I’m fine, really. It’s not as bad as it looks.” He tried to reassure you.

“Steve is here, right?” You asked worriedly.

His best friend began to laugh, “Yeah, he’s hidin’ in the bathroom.”

He moved so he could let you by and without a word you rushed past everyone to the bathroom. The door was closed, you tried opening it but to your dismay it was locked.

You lightly knocked on the door, “Steve? It’s Y/N. Can you unlock the door?”

“No.” You heard his gruff voice mumble from the other side.

You rolled your eyes, “Steve, I came all this way at two in the mornin’ to see you and you’re just gonna hide from me?”

“Yeah…” He replied.

You were beginning to get frustrated with him, you stayed up worrying all night only for him to shut you out.

“Steve…” You whimpered. “Please, let me in.”

He was breaking your heart by refusing you like this. You didn’t understand why he was scared for you to see him. He didn’t answer you at all and soon the feeling of being unwanted was washing over you.

“Whatever.” You sniffled and began to walk towards the door.

Before you even took more than three steps the bathroom door swung open. His hand grabbed your arm, stopping you. He gently tugged you into the bathroom and closed the door behind the both of you.

He kept his gaze on the ground, not wanting to face you. You looked him up and down, his clothes were completely covered in mud and his exposed skin was covered in cuts and bruises.

“Look at me.” You pleaded.

He slowly turned his head up to reveal his beat up face, you couldn't help but literally gasp. The sight of him made big fat tears roll down your cheeks, you covered your mouth try and hold in the loud sobs that escaped past your lips.

His nose was most definitely broken, it was somewhat crooked and fresh blood was trickling down onto his lips. And just like Sodapop, he had a busted lip and a bruised cheek.

He pulled you in for a bone crushing hug, you returned the affection by tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. You cried into his neck while he gently rubbed your back up and down soothingly.

“Shh, please don’t cry.” He whispered into your hair. "See, this is exactly why I ain't want you to come by. I don't like seein' you like this."

"Me!? What about you!?" You wailed into his shoulder. "You gotta stop with the fightin' Steve. It's goin' too far. Look at you!"

He stayed silent as he continued to hold your shaking body in his arms. He felt terrible, the last thing he wanted was to make you upset.

He pulled away from the hug to hold your face with his two large hands, wiping away stray tears with the pads of his thumbs. He stood there, looking into your tear filled eyes as you looked right back into his. He had wondered how he got so lucky to have you, and he was so scared of losing you.

“You can leave me if ya want.” He whispered.

It was only then you had noticed his once crooked tooth had disappeared from his mouth.

“Why would I leave you?” You asked him skeptically.

“Because I’m hideous.” He chuckled dryly.

His calloused hands dropped from your face to grip the sink so he could lean back on it. He really did mean it, he'd understand if you wanted to run away. He's a lot of work, and on top of that he believed he was even more odd looking than before. He wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to be with him anymore.

“You didn’t want me here because you were afraid I was gonna see your beat up face and break up with you?” You asked.

He nodded, a tint of pink began to creep up onto his cheeks. Steve had never felt so embarrassed and vulnerable in his life. You on the other hand, thought it was the cutest thing ever.

“Oh, Steve.” You cooed.

You stood up on your tippy toes and gently took his face in your hands, careful not to press hard on any of his wounds. You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his busted lip. He kept his arms at his sides and didn’t even muster up enough strength to kiss you back.

“Why would you wanna look at me when I’m like this? Or why would you wanna kiss me when I’m missin’ my front tooth lookin’ like a damn five year old. I never understood how you’d kiss me before with my snaggletooth never mind now.” He spoke against your lips.

You pulled away buy but kept your hands on his bruised cheeks, he finally wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you against him.

“Why are you thinkin’ like this, Steve?” You questioned him.

“I-I just…” He trailed off. He seemed to be at a loss for words, unsure of how to explain himself any further.

“I just don’t wanna lose you.” He whispered.

Your heart swelled at his words, this boy really did care about you a lot. There was no way you were going to let him go. Steve on the other hand was a nervous wreck, expressing himself made him feel completely mortified.

“I guess I’m just a p*ssy, huh?” He grumbled.

“No you’re not!” You hushed him. “Steve, caring about someone doesn’t make you a p*ssy. Look, you’re not gonna lose me. Even if you wanted to I’m not goin’ anywhere, ya hear?”

He smiled widely, showing off the brand new gap in his teeth.

“And I’m not gonna lose you either, right?” You asked him.

He shook his head, “Never.”

You loved his crooked teeth and his big nose, hell you loved everything about him. He was perfectly imperfect, nothing was going to stop you from loving him with every fiber of your being.

“I’m still pretty sure you’re gonna leave me after a week of kissin’ a toothless Steve.” He said.

“Nope, I think its hot.” You winked at him, “It makes you look real tuff.”

“Of course you’d think that.” He laughed.

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Klance angsty prompt 6 please 👀

Klangst Prompt #6

6. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever”

Summary: Lately, Lance has been stressed beyond the point of breaking… The end of the war was 3 years ago and yet, it’s not enough time to pass for Lance to feel better. Not even close. Everyone has always called him a hero. And since the day they landed back on earth, everyone has gone so far to ask for photos and autographs and all that. These days Lance is sick of it.

Or; the pressures of being the ��savior of earth’ has been building up inside of Lance, causing him to erupt on any and everyone.

Good thing he has his amazing boyfriend.

-there’s a slow start, but I PROMISE it’s klance so just keep reading!

-also galra (kitten) Keith ?? I love him

It all started with a fangirl just a few weeks ago.

Lance decided to walk to his favorite coffee shop one chilly afternoon. He woke up really late and was immediately craving something sweet yet bitter. And since he lives with most of his family, running out of coffee five days after buying a brand new pack of it is very common, especially when no one wants to buy more for whatever reason.

So there Lance was, walking down the street. Hands tucked into his blue lion hoodie (thanks to all the merch the fans of voltron have made over the years), making his way to the closest coffee shop near his home. And then he hears the high pitched squeal of a girl at least 10 feet away from him. Then 9 feet.. then 6.. then 4 because she’s literally running at him with the speed of a hundred cheetahs chasing a gazelle until she’s right there, face to face with Lance.

“Oh my god!!” She yelled, jumping up and down like some 5 year old girl getting a puppy. She was about 5’7, short brown hair and huge blue eyes that almost resembled Lance’s. She wore this giant faux fur coat and beanie to match, and her phone was IN LANCE’S FACE.

She was all over him and it was attracting others to stare their way. Lance tried to calm her down by smiling and using a little of his charm but it was just making the girl fangirl even more. So he took a picture with her to be on his way before the coffee shop got too busy. But she wouldn’t back off. Apparently she wasn’t satisfied with the picture, something about how her eyes were closed? Or how blurry it came out? Lance couldn't remember, he just wanted his coffee.

The girl kept hounding him and following him, demanding that he retake the picture with her. Lance let her down easy, saying how he needed to be someplace important and that he was running late. The girl kept pushing him. Following his every move, right on his heels. Begging, pleading with him to take more pictures because she ‘needed them,’ whatever that meant. Lance tried his hardest to be nice and polite because as a former paladin of voltron and as one of seven someone’s who have saved the entire universe, his image is everything. Without him or his former paladins, there would probably be no earth. So he stopped in his tracks and took a better picture with the girl.

He felt good to see her happy because of something that he had done. Plus he looked really good in that picture, who knew the earth’s natural lighting at 1pm could make his skin look so smooth? Once he gave his approval of the better pic, he was on his way again, hoping that the line to the coffee shop wasn’t even longer now. As he started to fast walk down the busy sidewalk, something yanked him back by the neck and he came crashing down. Literally. He fell right back on his ass and when he looked up, this same crazy girl was looming over him like a mad woman. With his blue hand-knit wool scarf dangling from her grabby hands. The anger that had been simmering in Lance’s gut was at a full blown boil and he was just about ready to explode. So.. he kinda did..

Long and embarrassing story short, Lance yelled at her. He snatched his blue scarf out of her hands so fast, it scared her, and as he rubbed his most likely bruised tailbone, he got in her face and began blaming her for the world's most horrible fan interaction. He was so angry, that he balled his fists, stomped his foot and had veins protruding out of his neck and forehead. He called her names and most likely spit in her face, but he didn’t care. And when he was done, he took a step back and examined the girl in front of him. She was folded in on herself, holding her arms close to her body as her bottom lip quivered and fat, giant tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked so.. mortified. And actually.. scared of him. Like if Lance were to say anything or move a muscle, she’d flinch.

Seconds later, Lance’s face softened into something regretful and he went out to reach for her, to apologize. But, like he knew she would, she flinched. And then hurried away like he was a mad man. All the while crying and clutching her phone to her chest. Lance felt absolutely demolished inside. He tried to go after her but his feet were glued to the cement of the sidewalk. He didn’t even want his coffee anymore.

Thankfully, there were no viral videos or photos or posts about the incident. Lance ended up tracking the girl down a few days later and showered her with all the love he could muster, even taking as many pics as she wanted and liking them on Instagram when she tagged him. But.. something inside him still felt so horrible about the incident. For a moment, Lance had realized that he genuinely hurt that girl for no real reason. He just wanted some coffee but is coffee more important than the people who are thankful and want to show their gratitude for him for everything he did with voltron? If the roles were reversed and he stayed on earth, he would be bending over backwards to let all the paladins know just how thankful he was to live another day on their planet. That girl probably had family, friends, maybe a spouse and kids, and in the midst of that horrible battle 3 years ago, she most likely thought that one of those days would be her last with them.

It broke Lance’s heart thinking about it. He really hurt her. Sure, he made it right and she forgave him, but in that single moment, he actually hurt someone enough to make them cry, to make them run away from him. It was a terrible feeling. It wasn’t Lance. He never wanted that to happen again.

And at the same time.. he.. kinda never wanted to be the savior of earth. Not really.. he just wanted to feel like he had a place in the universe, and to know that he played an important role. That he mattered.

Guess he really matters now..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered..

The second he walked through the door, his phone rang. It was a three-way call with Hunk and Pidge. Lance pressed the green button to answer and placed the phone to his ear. Immediately, Hunk starts going on and on about how much he misses Lance and when the next time they’ll see each other will be. Lance smiled at his best friend’s inability to ever take a breath between sentences and replied with a warm ‘I miss you too, buddy.’ They got to catching up as Lance ordered his garlic knots and sat down at a private booth near the back of the place. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself, especially when he got the call from his best friends.

Hunk tells him all the great things that’s been happening at the Garrison and even on the Atlas. He tells him how his restaurant is doing and how his family is doing and how Shay is doing. Pidge catches him up on things with her family, some new inventions she’s been working on, and how being the youngest teacher at the Garrison is going. Lance listens and gives his two cents on everything his friends tell him and honestly, he couldn’t be more happy for them. The way they were able to just get their lives together 3 years after the war is.. incredible. It made him think about everything he’s done since the war ended. Which wasn’t much.. he took over his family’s farm and brought it back to life, he helps out Colleen, Pidge’s mom, with medicine and finding cures to strange space illnesses with plants she has him grow on his farm, and his family’s market wouldn’t be as popular or swarming with business if he didn’t work there. Sad but true. And that’s really it. He hasn’t done much else. Nothing life changing or breathtaking like his friends.

But Hunk and Pidge don’t need to know that. So he simply replies with: “Oh, ya know.. same old, same old,” and hopes it works enough to keep the conversation flowing and follow up questions at bay. It does.

30 minutes into their conversation and Lance is starting to feel a little.. agitated. With the garlic knots consumed and digesting in his stomach, he sits in the booth, alone, listening to his friends go on and on and on about their perfect jobs and their perfect little lives. He gets lost a few times and at one point has literally no idea what they’re talking about. When he tries to ask what or who or even get the slightest details, Pidge lets out a sigh that Lance can’t help but feel like is out of annoyance. Lance sighs back and continues to stay silent because obviously he’s not getting anywhere. Why even bother putting him on a call that Hunk and Pidge could have just had on their own??

Balling his fist, Lance let out a loud, overdramatic sigh. He didn’t care if his friends heard it or how they took it. He was upset. The conversation between his two friends comes to a halt and then awkward silence. Pidge is the first to speak up with a:

“Something you wanna add, Lance?” The annoyance in her voice is very much there and Lance doesn’t miss it. He scoffs loudly and grits his teeth.

“No.” He says, voice deepening in anger.

“Oh really?” Pidge asks, poking the sleeping bear that lies dormant in lance. “Cause it sure sounds like it to me. Why don’t you stop being such a fucking child and tell us what’s bothering you this time??”

Lance damn near growls.

The line has gone quiet now. Hunk’s unsteady breathing is audible but other than that, silence. Lance digs his nails into the skin of his palms and tries to keep the angry tears in his eyes from falling down his cheeks. With a deep shaky breath, he smiles through the pain.

“You know what, Katie,” Lance spits and it makes Hunk gasp. “Fuck YOU and this stupid, shitty attitude you have all the time!”

“Oh, god..” Hunk winces.

“I don’t know what the actual fuck crawled up your ass,” Lance continues, “but I’m sick of it! I've been sick of it for years! I’m sick of keeping my mouth shut and quite frankly, I’m sick of YOU!”

Lance is standing up out of his seat now. His chest heaves up and down as the angry tears have fallen past his face and down his neck. His voice is two octaves deep from anger and the skin of his palm is bloody from how hard he’s digging his nails into it. The place has gone quiet now and Lance can feel multiple pairs of eyes on him. So much for not drawing any attention to himself.

The line is quiet. Then, the sound of a huff of breath. A small laugh.. And then:

“Wow. Nice one, McClain..” Pidge’s voice is small, but so full of something. “Go screw yourself, you asshole.”

The call ends. Whether Pidge or Hunk ended it, is unclear.

Minutes pass, and Lance is still standing in the same place with the phone to his ear. Tears are running down his face, and his Altean marks are buzzing so loud in his ears. His heart is pounding in his ribcage and ice cold sorrow runs through his veins..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered...

Now, exactly 3 months since that little incident, Lance sits alone in his home. In his childhood bedroom he can’t seem to rearrange because he’s still holding out hope that one day he’ll turn back time and be his child self and get a redo on his life. But hey, it’s better this way. After the whole dilemma with Pidge, Hunk tried to call Lance to help but ended up getting his feelings hurt. Yep. By Lance. Because Lance is a big jerk and can’t stop hurting everyone around him.

So he hasn’t talked to Pidge or Hunk since then. Mostly out of guilt and shame because those two are supposed to be his bestest friends and he hurt them. Nothing he could say or do could make up for his selfish mind and stupid mouth. Lance had this whole plan to go to Shiro about it, to get his advice so Lance could make it all better.

But Pidge being Pidge.. texted the whole thing in their group chat and.. well.. everyone saw it. Shiro, Hunk, Matt, even Keith possibly! It got so bad that Lance’s phone kept going off with alerts from everyone asking what happened and what he said. Curtis tried calling him and left a few messages. Shiro left him a long voicemail. And of course the word traveled so fast that it reached New Altea and Coran got involved. Which caused Romelle to be involved, too. She gossiped to Acxa, who told her girlfriend, who happens to be Lance’s sister, Veronica. Veronica blabbed to Rachel, who blabbed to Marco, who blabbed to Luis.. who blabbed to Lance’s dad.. WHO BLABBED TO LANCE’S MOM. And boy did she have some interesting words for him in the SEVEN, LONG voicemails asking exactly ‘what happened’and ‘why The Holt siblings were so angry with him.’

Everything escalated so fast. Lance can’t even remember what he said. Or why he said it. Since the war ended, it’s been so hard on him. Sure, it’s been hard on everyone, but for Lance it’s been different. Everyone looks up to him for some reason and expects him to do so good and be the hero they all think he is, when in reality? He was just a leg…

Exactly what did he gain from being a paladin of voltron anyway?? Get banged up and bruised almost everyday he was out there? Have people on his case, constantly reminding him how unimportant he was to the team? Pointing out all of his flaws and mistakes and focusing on those when there’s a million other good things he’s done that towers over all the bad shit?? Sure, he returned home to his family who he literally missed and cried for every single day, but he lost the love of his life in the process.

To put it all out there, Lance didn’t really gain anything. He got to travel through space, which was his dream since he was a little kid, and then space chewed him up and spit him out as some fake hero with PTSD and other trauma that will haunt him for the rest of his pathetic life.

So.. these past 3 months.

Lance has been sitting up in his childhood room.

Wishing he could use the power of Altea or something to turn back time.

And be his younger self.

His innocent self.

His happier self.

Back when he wasn’t so fucked up and had dreams and goals.

Back when everyone was proud of him.

Back to when he didn’t know who Allura was or that she even existed. Back to when Voltron didn’t exist either and everything was fucking fine.

Staring up at his ceiling, Lance counts the glow in the dark stars that he’s had up there since he was six years old. Somehow they’re still glowing and Lance is thankful for that because at 3 in the morning when the world is fast asleep and everything is pitch black, he could use the light.

It comforts him. Reminds him of a simpler, more happier time in his life.

Something sharp digs through Lance’s chest as he stares at those fake neon stars, and it hurts really bad. His breathing begins to quicken, matching the beat of his heart, and a lump finds its way up his throat. Tears pool in the rim of his eyes and spill down the corners, streaming down the sides of his face.

And they don’t stop. The stars get blurrier as Lance’s breathing gets heavier. His body begins to tremble with every hiccup of a sob that pours out of him and he’s crying so hard that his brain throbs in his head.

He curls in on himself in his bed and wraps his arms around his torso, crying uncontrollably into his space themed pillow. His Altean marks begin to buzz and glow and he can’t bring himself to care because all he wants to do is disappear.

Disappear from this game called life.

He types a text to Keith with teary eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

Message.. deleted…

As 3 in the morning turns to 4, a pod lands in the grass just a couple yards away from Lance’s farm. Boot covered feet step out of said pod and touch the wet grass waiting for them. It’s still dark out and the only light visible are the fireflies that buzz around a pair of cowboy booted feet. Those booted feet begin to walk, carrying a tall, broad, raven haired stranger up a hill to Lance’s home. The frogs and crickets seem to grow louder as the stranger in black cowboy boots makes their way to the front porch and pulls back the creaky screen door to a cold, locked doorknob. A set of keys are pulled out and a specific blue key is pushed inside the lock, turning and unlocking the door. The stranger walks in and is instantly met.. with..

Crying??

“H-Hello??” The stranger calls out. “Lance?”

The crying stops.

It’s dead quiet..

The door shuts on its own and the echo around the house is eery.

Light footsteps descend the stairs and before they know it, the stranger is being tackled to the ground in a bear hug.

“Ah-! Lance!?” They yell as the duffel bag from their hand falls to the ground.

“Keith!!” Lance yells out, voice rasped from endless crying.

Keith can immediately hear it and wraps his arms around Lance so tight, holding him close. His eyes glow yellow, something that usually happens out of fear, anger, or protectiveness, and his lips protrude to make way for his double set of fangs that are ready to bite any and everyone.

“Lance!” Keith tries to sit up but is pinned to the ground with all of Lance’s dead body weight. “Lance, honey, are you hurt? What’s wrong??”

A hand through curly brown locks and Lance’s crying dies down. He snuggles his face into Keith’s neck and hiccups through a response. Something too incoherent for Keith to make out, but he feels it has something to do with why he was told to go home ASAP.

A few weeks ago, Keith was contacted by Acxa via video chat. They talked and caught up for a few minutes before Acxa told Keith the real reason for her call. She explained that Veronica was having a tough time reaching out to Lance and that he might be in some kind of trouble. Not knowing the full extent of the story, Acxa only told Keith what she heard from Veronica and others. Fearing the worst, Keith packed up his shit and set a course for Earth as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, there were some setbacks on his way over where he had to make a few stops to tend to aliens in need because after all, that’s still his job as a blade member, but when that got finished, Keith hightailed it over. His Galra instincts wouldn't allow him to stay away for much longer anyway and having accepted his galra side a long time ago, it would have been best for everyone to let him go home.

Keith now lays in Lance’s bed, every inch of Lance’s body wrapped up around him like a snake. Keith strokes Lance’s hair soothingly and holds him close to his chest, right over his beating heart. A deep, soothing purr emits itself from Keith’s body and calms Lance’s nerves right down to the bone. Keith knows how much Lance adoreshis Galran features and at this point, Keith would do absolutely anything for Lance to feel better.

They talked about everything that happened and are now in the cuddle stage. Lance has his eyes shut, listening to Keith purr just for him. Long limbs wrapped around every inch of his boyfriend while Keith’s long nails scratch at his scalp, life is so good.

Life is so good with Keith around.

“So,” Keith says, voice as calm as ever. “What exactly did Pidge say?”

“Oh,” Lance answers, his voice quiet as a mouse. “You didn’t see the messages in the group chat?”

“No.” Keith shrugs, laying his cheek against Lance’s forehead. “Been kinda busy.. And I actually don’t understand how a group chat works.”

That rises a chuckle out of Lance as he sits up a bit to reach for his phone on the bedside dresser.

“Idiot,” he whispers with a small smile on his face and it makes Keith light up, his purring becoming a bit louder.

Lance lays back on Keith’s chest as he scrolls through the messages on his phone. When he finds the message from Pidge, Lance clears his scratchy throat and sniffs.

“From Pidgeotto,” he starts, looking at Pidge’s name in their ✨Paladudes✨ group chat. “Just an FYI lance is a.. a total fucking jackass and I am no longer friends with him..”

Keith immediately frowns at that.

Lance continues. “He can suck my big toe for all I care. I’m done with him. Have fun being a lonely loser @LanceyPants.”

“What the fuck?” Keith says, eyes glowing yellow in the dark room. “Why would she say that!?”

Lance shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes again. “Because she was right. I am a jackass..”

“Lance, no!” Keith sits up, bringing Lance with him. They sit side by side as Lance holds himself and looks down at his space blanket. He shrugs once and sniffs.

“Keith, stop,” he says, wiping a tear from his eye. “Look, I said some very hurtful things to her and she lashed out in a perfectly normal way..”

“Normal!?” Keith scoffs, grabbing Lance’s phone and rereading the message again. “Jackass? Loser?? Come on, Lance, she’s completely bullying you and you know it!”

Lance whips around with an angry expression on his face “Because I deserve it!”

The room grows quiet. Keith takes a deep breath and reaches over to grab Lance’s shoulders.

“Calm.” He says, taking a deep breath for Lance to mimic. Lance takes a deep breath with him and lets it out. Keith begins to purr again and it calms Lance even more.

“I.. Sorry..”

Keith nods. He reaches up to cup Lance’s cheek and rubs his thumb across Lance’s tear stained eye.

“You know I would never hurt anyone on purpose..” Lance sniffs. “That’s not who I am. I’m just.. I’m tired of being this symbol of everything strong and good and brave.”

“Mhm,” Keith rubs Lance’s back, leaning in closer to him to nuzzle his forehead. Lance nuzzles back and Keith’s purrs.

“I keep.. I keep hurting everyone I care about..” Lance whispers in a voice so low and fragile, it nearly shatters Keith’s heart.

“That’s not true.” Keith pulls back a little to look into Lance’s teary blue eyes. “Lance, you are the most incredible, selfless, honest person I’ve ever known. You are strong and good and brave even if you don’t mean to be. Or want to be.”

Lance pulls away and stares at his hands. Keith keeps his eyes focused on Lance.

“I know you think you hurt that fangirl from a few months ago.” Keith continues. “Or Pidge. Or Hunk. Or your parents or friend or family or whoever, but you could never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, right,” Lance shakes his head. “I already did. I hurt everyone.”

“And even if that’s true,” Keith grabs Lance’s hands in his own, “which it’s not, you’re not doing it on purpose. You have a right to your own feelings! And you have a right to speak your mind.”

“And what if that hurts people??” Lance looks up and meets teary eyes to indigo ones. “What if I accidentally hurt my mama or my sisters or brothers, or nieces and nephews because I can’t be who they want me to be, who they think I am!?”

“Lance,” Keith shakes his head.

“What if I hurt you???” Lance’s eyes go wide. He looks Keith up and down and exhales a panicked breath. “God, Keith.. wh-what if I hurt you??”

“Oh, Lancey,” Keith sighs that lovey-dovey sigh where his eyes go all big and black like a cat’s, and the purr in his chest gets louder. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever.”

Lance stares into Keith’s eyes like they’re his lifeline.

“B-but.. but what if-?”

“No more what if’s!” Keith cuts Lance off by covering his mouth with his hand. “Listen to me, Lance. Are you listening??”

Lance nods repeatedly.

“Good,” Keith smiles, all crooked and cute and beautiful. “The only person you ever need to worry about hurting is yourself.”

And there it is. The one thing Lance has been dying to hear without knowing he’d been dying to hear it. It’s like a breath of fresh air, or cool rain on a hot and sweaty day. The permission he needed but didn’t really need. He has a right to care about himself and put himself first but whenever he tries, the guilt eats him alive. Why should he care about himself when he has to care more about others???

No. That’s not the case. It’s never been the case.

“You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself,” Keith finishes, stroking the endless sea of tears that are falling from Lance’s eyes. He strokes Lance’s glowing Altean marks and leans forward to kiss one softly. Lance trembles slightly, closing his eyes to bask in the moment.

“I’m sure Pidge has gotten over it by now,” Keith reassures. “She just has too much pride to make the first more and apologize. You know how she is.”

“Y-Yeah,” Lance hiccups, nodding.

“And Hunk?” Keith scoffs. “I bet your mailbox is full of letters from him, explaining how sorry he is and hoping you’re doing alright. You know if he can’t reach you from your phone, he has other ways.”

That makes Lance smile.

“There’s probably cookies on the way right now.” He looks into Keith’s eyes, exhaling a small laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” Keith agrees, laughing that angelic laugh and showing off his perfect pearly fangs. Lance’s heart skips a fucking beat.

“And your fangirl?” Keith’s purring stops. “Well, she never should have gotten all up in your space that’s for sure. You had every right to punch her.”

“Keith!” Lance squeaks, face contorting into shock and confusion. “I-I didn’t punch her!”

“Really?” Confusion etches itself all over Keith’s features and he puts a finger to his chin. “I could have sworn I read that in your text.”

“No way, man!” Lance defends, waving his arms around. “Why would I ever in my life-!” He stops mid sentence to see the shit-eating grin plastered on Keith’s face.

“Just kiddin, lil lady,” Keith says in his best southern accent, smiling big and wide.

Lance bursts out into a fit of laughter, hitting Keith’s chest and arms and back. Keith shields himself and laughs, grabbing Lance’s arms and bringing him down onto the mattress. They fall back with Keith looming over Lance, his long raven hair surrounding their faces.

Lance stares up into those beautiful, indigo eyes and sniffs, unable to look away. He reaches up and cups Keith’s face, rubbing his thumb over Keith’s Galran stripe.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Keith asks in his softest voice, eyes roaming from Lance’s teary blue eyes to his luscious lips.

“Yes,” Lance nods, not even bothering to blink because if he does, he’ll miss Keith’s everything.

“Don’t let anyone get you down, my sweetheart.” Keith whispers, leaning in closer. “Ever.”

Lance nods.

“And if they do,” Keith’s face turns serious, indigo eyes going dark. “I’ll bite their throats out and hand them to you on a silver platter.”

“Keith,” Lance exhales, going red in the face and ears. “Holy shit, you can’t just say things l-like that.”

Keith’s hard demeanor falls as he giggles and leans in close. Before they close the gap between their lips, Lance whispers, “And hey. I thought pet names were my thing?”

And Keith kisses him to shut him up.

They kiss like they haven’t seen each other in years and it’s the greatest Lance has ever felt. Keith kisses like he’s starving for it, craving it so much more than air and it’s hot and powerful and so, so damn good.

Lance wraps his arms and legs around Keith’s body and kisses him back with fervor. He allows Keith to make him feel better, and kisses his pain away. Keith pulls away slowly, licking into Lance’s mouth before he does so. Lance lets out a small groan and smiles before he opens his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers, tucking some hair behind Keith’s ear.

“I love you, more,” Keith whispers back, settling himself between Lance’s legs. “Feeling any better?”

“A little,” Lance looks away, sniffling a little. His eyes focus back to Keith’s and a small smile appears on his kiss swollen lips. “But I know a great way you can make me feel all the way better.”

“Oh, yeah,” Keith smirks, burying his face into Lance neck to start kissing slowly. “And what’s that?”

Lance giggles like a little kid, running his hands up and down Keith’s sides. When Keith pulls back, he trails his kisses up the side of Lance’s face and stops at his Altean mark.

“Make love to me,” Lance whispers, rubbing his nose against Keith’s. “Touch me all over and hold me until the sun comes up and just.. love me. Please..”

Keith’s face softens into something full of love and adoration. He moves forward to peck Lance’s lips, then his chin, and then his other Altean mark.

“Anything you want, my sweet..” he kisses Lance’s cheek. “Beautiful..” he kisses Lance’s jaw. “Amazing.. wonderful..”

“Alright, enough!” Lance laughs, slapping Keith in the back. His cheeks are on fire as he closes his eyes when Keith starts nibbling on his neck with his fangs. A chill runs down Lance’s spine and tingles to his toes, making them curl.

Keith sits up one last time and stares at Lance like he’s the world.

“I’ll take good care of you, baby.” He says with the utmost truth in his sultry voice. “I promise. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah,” Lance nods, letting his tears fall down his face and glowing Altean marks. “Together.”

And as Keith kisses Lance so lovingly, Lance can’t help but be glad that he can’t turn back time to be his younger self. Because with Keith around, he feels all the happiness in the whole world just like he did when he was young.

-END-

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