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lady-pug · 4 months ago

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Anything For You

Summary: 5 times Crosshair protects you and 1 time you do the same for him.

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader

Word count: 5k

Warnings: canon-typical violence, one dude being kinda creepy at 79's

Notes: Hello hello everyone! It's been a hot minute since this series has seen an update, but after season 3 I had some inspiration (I know it has been a while since season 3 actually come out, but some things had happened that needed my sole attention, I didn’t have the time nor the energy and motivation to write for quite a while). But now I’m back!

I really hope you, dear reader, enjoy this and have fun while reading it. If you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I hope you truly enjoy this story.

Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided. Also, when describing the formal attire in topic 3 I tried to keep descriptions to a minimum so you can imagine what the reader is wearing in this scene (I’m a sucker for women in suits, but it’s up to you to imagine)

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The Batch’s mission on Taanab had gone south very quickly. The Separatists had aimed to cut the commercial lines the planet held with Coruscant, which would pose a major problem as it could possibly throw the entire Republic into starvation. So Clone Force 99 had been sent to scout the planet and possibly find Separatists spies stationed there. What they didn’t count on was being ambushed by Norulac pirates almost as soon as they tried to leave the planet.

Tech and Hunter had gone inside a facility suspected of housing the spies they were looking for, while Wrecker kept watch by the entrance, and you and Crosshair covered their shebs from a hill a few klicks away. What you didn’t expect was for Tech to take a major hit as soon as they walked out the door with the spy. In order not to compromise the mission, Wrecker pushed the cuffed nautolan back inside the compound and closed the doors behind them.

As soon as the first blaster bolt was fired, you leaped to your feet, much to Crosshair’s protests, and started running towards Tech, medkit clutched tightly under your arm. Crosshair, ever the marksman, kept shooting his Firepunch, trying to get rid of as many pirates while you pushed forward. As you approached the place where Tech had gone down you skidded to a halt, keeping your head down as to avoid the blaster fire. Slipping your hand under his armpits you dragged him across the pebbled ground (and mentally apologized for any scratches he might find on his backplate later on), taking cover behind a short wall and starting to patch him up.

What you didn’t notice, however, was the pirate approaching from behind you and Tech while you assessed his injuries, who must have either slipped unnoticed by Wrecker and Hunter or come up all the way from behind the facility. You only seemed to notice him once Tech, coming back to his senses after a stim shot, pointed over your shoulder and told you to look out. By then it was already too late, as the pirate had his vibroblade raised and ready to strike.

As you fumbled with your blaster to at least try and protect the two of you a long blaster bolt came scorching through the air, hitting the man right on his temple and sending him tumbling sideways, dead. You glanced back towards the hill you had just climbed down from, sending a nod in Crosshair’s general direction, knowing he could see you with his scope.

“Thanks for having my back, Cross.” you spoke into your commlink before resuming your work on Tech’s wound, barely catching Crosshair’s reply.

“Anything for you, Copikla.” he mumbled, going back to firing his rifle in order to help his brothers take out the remaining pirates.

The woman was definitely moving too fast for someone who allegedly had nothing to hide. And Clone Force 99 was hellsbent (more like ordered to) figure out why.

Your current mission, issued by Commander Fox of all people, albeit a stealth mission of sorts, wasn’t like anything you had ever done before. A Gran representative of Malastare, acting as a temporary substitute for Senator Ainlee Teem while the senator went back to his home planet to help calm the nerves and appease the public opinion of the citizens of Malastare about the rampage caused by the Zillo Beast, was suspected to be working for the Separatists. Afraid that an investigation lead directly by the Coruscant Guard would be too on the nose and she might try to cover her tracks, Commander Fox had surprisingly, as him and the Batch often didn't see eye to eye, requested that the Bad Batch be the ones to follow her around and figure out her intentions.

So here you and Crosshair were, following the woman a few paces behind her all throughout Coruscant busy streets. The plan of action had been to split up, Hunter and Wrecker taking the two parallel streets to the one where the woman was currently speed-walking while you and Crosshair followed behind her. Tech had stayed behind at the Guard’s headquarters, tracking the woman’s movements using the surveillance system.

As the teams were being separated Crosshair had demanded that you go with him (although ‘demand’ might be too strong of a word, as he knew Hunter, as his commanding officer, could very well tell him to shut up and take a step back, which he thankfully didn’t), internally reasoning with himself that you could very well get lost and compromise the mission, even though the knowing smirk the Sergeant had sent his way after agreeing with his suggestion told him he might have other reasons. And now he was glad he insisted on that.

As dusk fell over the city and rush hour approached, more and more people filled the streets eager to head home. This didn’t pose a problem for Crosshair as his height, greater than that of the regs (and quite greater than Hunter’s, as he often liked to tease his vod about) paired with his extraordinary eyesight allowed him to keep his eyes on the Gran woman at all times. You on the other hand weren’t so lucky, as people bumped into you and tried to squeeze their way past the both of you. Concerned you’d slip away, dragged by the sea of people, he snaked his arm around your waist, his hand lazily draped over your hip, keeping you close to his side and not letting you venture away from him.

You looked up at him, a tiny grin gracing your features.

“Thanks Cross.”

The only response you got was his grip on your hip. tightening almost imperceptibly.

“I don’t like it.”

Hunter sighed for the umpteenth time in the past hour.

“I already told you, these are our orders.” he turned towards his brother, who scowled in return.

“Why can’t one of us go in?”

“As a matter of fact, that option has been brought up to Commander Cody,” Tech chimed in, not once taking his eyes off his holopad “but he has reminded us of a crucial fact: no matter how much our phenotype might differ from that of the regs, we’re still clones. If a single slightly more enlightened individual in that ballroom catches sight of our resemblance to our mandalorian progenitor, the mission would be compromised.”

Crosshair huffed, still not convinced.

“But why does it have to be her?” he argued “Why couldn’t they have brought another natborn specialist? Or, kriff, even a senator? Senators are good at these sorts of events.”

“Senators are public figures, they would be recognized in an instant.” Hunter promptly answered “And all other female natborns were unavailable.”

“And the Seppie likes pretty women!” Wrecker laughed “I mean who doesn’t? I’m sure none of us would be able to seduce him!”

“I still don’t like it.” unsatisfied, Crosshair picked up his Firepuncher to check the scope, even though he knew for a fact it was pristine as always.

A beneficent gala was being held by the InterGalactic Banking Clan to members of the Confederacy of Independent Systems council in Cantonica. One Separatist senator, a sleazy old quacta of a man, was rumored to have information on the next course of action regarding a siege against Republic forces in Ansion. So, given the sensitivity of the mission ahead, Clone Force 99 was called in. However, none of them could go in without the risk of being recognized as members of the GAR, so they had to send in-

“How do I look?” he was buried so deep in his own thoughts he didn’t even hear the door to the fresher opening and you stepping out into the hull of the ship. As he looked up to glance at you, he thanked the maker he was already sitting down, otherwise his knees would have buckled and he would have been sent tumbling down.

You looked gorgeous.

Your hair was styled in a completely different style than you normally wore it, a few delicate pins adorning it. Some light makeup covered your face, accentuating your natural beauty. And your outfit… Crosshair had only seen you in your uniform and armor in the battlefield, or in your GAR-issued blacks around the ship. He had never seen you wearing anything like this, so formal and fitting for your exact frame.

He couldn’t even speak. He just kept staring at you, his eyes moving up and down your frame.

“You look beautiful, baar’ur’ika!” Wrecker’s booming voice brought him out of his stupor, as he shook his head.

“You really think so?” you asked, feeling a little shy “I never usually wear something so nice, this is a bit out of my comfort zone.”

“You look amazing Doc.” Hunter chimed in, nudging his brother with his elbow, his lips pulled in a knowing smirk “Doesn’t she, Crosshair?”

He was still collecting his thoughts when you turned to face him, eyes gleaming with… hope?

“Yeah,” he dared answer “yes, she does.”

You beamed at him, smiling so brightly he felt his heart skip a beat for being the reason for your happiness. He wasn’t even bothered when he heard Hunter chuckling under his breath, no doubt catching on his vod’s reaction to your presence.

As your squad started diskimbarking to start the mission, Crosshair reached out to hold you in place, his fingers gently encircling your wrist, leaving just the two of you still on the ship.

“If-” he swallowed thickly, not knowing how to say what he was thinking.

“What is it, Cross?” you turned towards him, giving him your full attention.

“I’ll be keeping watch on the roof the entire time.” he breathed out “If anything happens, if at any moment you feel like you might be in danger, comm me. I’ll find a way to get you out, Copikla.”

You smiled softly at him, turning your palm up and intertwining your fingers.

“I’ll be fine, Cross. Really. You don’t have to worry about me.” Impossible, he thought, and as if reading his mind you squeezed his hand gently “But thank you for keeping an eye out for me.”

He squeezed your hand back, lips turning up in the tiniest of smiles.

And if at a certain point during the gala, a glass of wine carefully balanced on a tray on a waiters hand spontaneously exploded, startling the waiter and making him drop the entire contents of the tray over the separatist senator as he started getting handsy with you, Hunter’s scolding for nearly compromising the mission was definitely worth it as you giggled at his antics behind the sergeants back.

79’s was certainly more packed than usual for a standard Taungsday. It seemed like most battalions were on leave at once, hence the more chaotic atmosphere and the crowd forming around the bar.

It had been forever since Clone Force 99 had shore leave scheduled on Coruscant instead of being called back to Kamino, so you intended to make the most of it. Wrecker was already a few drinks in, arm wrestling some of the boys of the 212th; Echo was catching up with some of the boys in blue, having spend so much time away from his old battalion; Tech had already gone back to the barracks to read some articles on his holopad, the weird neon green cocktail he had order right at the beginning of the night only half empty and long forgotten; and Hunter had already scurried off with a gorgeous orange Twi’lek.

Only you and Crosshair remained at the table, chatting idly, your thigh pressed against the side of his and his arm slung over the back of the seat behind you. Your heads were tilted close together in order to hear each other over the beat of the music in the club. For a moment Crosshair thought it felt weirdly… intimate, even though you weren’t actually doing anything. He’d never been this close to anyone, where he felt he could just let himself be. It was nice.

“I’m going to get another drink.” you whispered-yelled at him at one point, gesturing at his own cup “Want anything?”

He pondered for a moment, before declining with a shake of his head.

“Someone has to keep a clear head in order to babysit the lot of you.” he motioned to where Wrecker, clearly a little more than tipsy, was celebrating another victory over a shiny.

You snorted, before quickly turning around and walking towards the bar. He couldn’t help but silently watch over you, always keeping you in his line of sight.

It had become second nature to him, watching you. At first he tried to argue that it was only to ensure you didn’t do anything stupid and risk one of his brothers, but it slowly ended up becoming something he just did naturally. He wanted, no, needed, to ensure you were safe at all times, and not just on the battlefield.

As he watched you lean over the bar and signal the bartender, your back turned to him, he noticed a devarionian man quickly glance over at you from a few seats away. For a few moments nothing happened, he kept his eyes trained on you, occasionally catching sight of the devarionian from the corner of his eye.

And then the guy was moving.

He slid up next to you, standing way too close for your (and Crosshair’s comfort). The mirror above the shelfs in the bar let him see your face, and you did not seem too happy with your new company. At first you tried ignoring the man, he noticed, giving him very clipped answers and only nodding along. The guy, it seemed, couldn’t seem to take a hint, as he kept rambling on and on about something the sniper couldn’t bother reading his lips for. And the moment his hand brushed against your arm, startling you and prompting you to take a step away from the man with ‘uncomfortable’ and ‘creeped out’ written all over your face, Crosshair was out of his seat and crossing the dancefloor towards you in quick strides.

Once he approached the pair of you, you noticed him over the man’s shoulder, your face relaxing slightly at the sight of him.

“Is everything all right?” he asked, to which the devarionian turned to him seemingly undisturbed.

“Yeah, me and the lady over here were having a wonderful chat.” the devarionian dismissed him “ Now if you’ll excuse us.”

Crosshair knew he was tall. He, along with Tech, was the second tallest amongst all clones, shorter only than Wrecker. It wasn’t something he usually cared for, unless when he got to tease Hunter about his own height, which was shorter than the regs, but he knew for a fact he was taller than most people. So he decided to use this to his advantage. As his face contorted into the deepest scowl he could muster, he crossed his arms over his chest, squaring his shoulders. This meant he was absolutely towering over the man. He didn’t even have to say anything and the devarionian was already cowering.

“A-actually, I think my buddy over there is calling me over.” and he rushed off without even looking at you again.

You looked at Crosshair as he relaxed, a mixture of gratitude and a sense of residual unease written in your face.

“Thanks Cross,” you started “but I could’ve handled him. You know I can take care of myself.”

“Trust me, Copikla, I know.” he shrugged “But you shouldn’t have to.”

Your face softened at his words, and you leaned your head against his arm.

“Thank you anyway.”

His response came in the form of a wordless hum, but which carried a whole lot of meaning to it.

‘Always’.

Crosshair absolutely hated keeping watch. He would take Wrecker’s snoring and Tech’s endless tinkering over this any day. They were in hyperspace, for maker’s sake! What threat could be so dire that one of them had to stay awake and alert for hours, freezing cold as Tech refused to fix the cockpit’s heating system?

But Hunter insisted. And as their sergeant, Hunter was in charge and whatever he said goes. And so here Crosshair was, watching nothing go by bored out of his mind.

All of a sudden he heard the soft pattern of bare feet against the cold floor of the Marauder, approaching the cockpit. It couldn’t possibly be Wrecker, he could still hear his snoring from all the away from the bunks. It wasn’t Echo either, as the clanking of his mechanical legs against the durasteel floor would have given him away. It probably wasn’t Hunter, as the man was an incredibly deep sleeper, his slumber being one of the only one moments his heightened senses gave him a break. And Tech wasn’t supposed to come relieve him from watch duty for at least three more hours or so. So that left only you.

Because of this line of thought he was unsurprised when you joined him in the cockpit, dropping onto the co-pilot seat next to him.

For a moment neither of you uttered a word. He stayed silent as he took you in, noticing the way your shoulders trembled slightly and the soft sniffles you were trying to contain.

“What’s wrong?” he asked at last.

You startled, as if only now noticing his presence next to you. Once you calmed down you simply shrugged in response.

“Nightmare, ‘s all.” your voice wavered a tiny bit, but it was enough for him to notice.

Silence permeated the room once more as he thought about the situation. You clearly seemed shaken by whatever was plaguing your mind when sleeping, yet he didn’t really know how to help. He wasn’t the best with words, Hunter and even Wrecker were way better than him when it came to comforting people.

But then he paused. Thinking about Hunter reminded him of something his older brother would do whenever one of them had nightmares as cadets.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

As a kid Crosshair never took Hunter up on his offer to listen, but he would still sit with him in silence and let him wind down after the dream. Wrecker on the other hand often rambled about what had scared him and Hunter always found a solution for him. Tech often kept to himself, never mentioning when he had nightmares of his own, but he knew Hunter had his back should he ever wish to talk.

You chuckled, though it was humorless and heavy.

“You know I have worked with other clones, right?” he nodded, remembering the medical base you used to work at before joining Clone Force 99 as their field medic “I had a lot of patients there. Most we were able to treat, but… we lost a lot of them as well.”

He could only imagine the kind of toll that took on someone.

“And it’s like they weren’t even people!” you whispered, frustrated tears collecting in your eyes “There wasn’t any family we could contact to deliver the bad news, at best one of his batchmates or another brother from the same battalion. But in the end it was just… crossing numbers out of a spreadsheet.”

You took a deep breath in order to collect your thoughts.

“I see them when I fall asleep sometimes.” you smiled, but it was a sad smile, one that Crosshair didn’t think suited you at all “The ones I could save.”

Crosshair didn’t know what to say to that. How much death had you witnessed before you met the Bad Batch? Before you met him? You had your own demons haunting you, and it served to show him that them, the soldiers fighting this war, weren’t the only ones affected by it.

“Come here.” he extended a hand to you.

“What?” you looked at him, confused.

He repeated himself, and when you stood up and stopped in front of him he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, maneuvering you so your head was resting against his shoulder, your ear right above his heart.

“It’s not your fault.” he spoke into your hair “You cannot save everyone. All you can do is try.”

“What happens if I’m not able to save one of you?” he heard the terror in your voice and he couldn’t stand it.

“I won’t let that happen.”

“Cross…”

“I won’t.” he affirmed firmly “I watch over you so you can watch over us. Always.”

He could feel the tension in your body vanishing, as a comforting silence enveloped the both of you. Slowly, as your breathing slowed down and you fell back asleep, he tightened his grip on you, keeping you close to him. And you slept soundly and peacefully through the night, with Crosshair keeping guard of your dreams.

Another mission, another success. Clone Force 99 was ordered to infiltrate a Separatist base on Agamar and retrieve some sensitive information regarding the former Separatist rule over Onderon. The mission was easy (at least by the Bad Batch’s standards) and Wrecker was overjoyed over getting to blow a droid tank up. But it was time to head back to Kamino, resupply and wait for new orders.

Wrecker practically barged out of the ship as soon as the Havoc Marauder touched the hangar on Tipoca City, claiming to be starving even though he had eaten not even an hour before. Tech, Echo and you followed him to the mess hall, and Hunter headed to the commander’s office to submit the several missions’ reports he was due, promising to join the four of you later. Similarly, Crosshair mentioned stopping by the armory to grab some more reflective disks as he was running out, shooting a wink your way as you promised to save him a seat next to you on the squad’s usual table.

On the way back to their quarters following his visit to the armory Crosshair bumped into Hunter and after a few words both decided to stop by their quarters in order to leave their equipment before heading to the mess hall to meet the others. As they wandered the sterile halls of the kaminoan facility, however, an incoming transmission from Hunter’s comm made them stop short.

“Hunter, where are you?” Tech’s usually calm and collected voice came through sounding a bit… panicky. Strange, Crosshair’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his brother; Tech didn’t panic.

“Crosshair and I are on our way to our quarters, why?”

“You might want to make a detour to the medbay.” Echo’s voice came in as well. “A fight broke out in the mess hall.”

Hunter pinched his nose as Crosshair sighed in annoyance. Typical. They’ve been back on Kamino for less than a standard hour and they were already in trouble.

“What did Wrecker get up to this time?” Crosshair spoke into his brother’s comm.

Echo and Tech paused, the silence on their end stretching for a moment.

“It wasn’t Wrecker.” Tech answered.

“This time.” Echo chimed in.

A distant ‘Hey!’ was heard as Hunter and Crosshair exchanged a confused yet concerned glance before rushing through the halls. Tech and Echo were waiting for them before the closed doors that lead to the medbay.

“What happened?” Hunter asked, his tone laced with tiredness, clearly fed up with his brothers’ antics.

But before either of them could respond a pair of troopers, regs by the looks of it, walked out the doors. And they couldn’t look worse for wear; one of them had a busted lip and the other was sporting a broken nose, two large bruises already starting to climb up towards his eyes.

“Oh, look, the rest of the anomalies are here.” the one with the cut lip snickered, grimacing as the action pulled against the wound.

“How about you control your little shabuir next time, eh?” the other scoffed as they walked away “Crazy shebs medic and the genetic freaks, it’s like they were made for each other.”

As soon as the word ‘medic’ crossed the reg’s lips Crosshair was moving, busting through the doors of the medbay. What he saw made his heart clench with worry; you were sitting on a cot, holding Wrecker’s hand rather tightly as a medical droid worked on your face. Crosshair could see some caked blood on your hair as the droid cleaned the side of your forehead where it had dripped down. As the droid went over where the cut must have been you winced, to which Wrecker rubbed up and down your back.

“There, baar’ur’ika. It’s all better now.” Wrecker whispered, or at least tried to.

“Thanks, Wreck.” you smiled up at him “I’m just not used to being on the receiving end of medical care, that’s all. I’m always the one cleaning up your cuts, not the other way around.”

Crosshair was so engrossed in watching the exchange he barely heard his brothers follow him into the medbay.

“Some regs started provoking us as we were walking to our table in the mess hall.” Tech explained “She started getting agitated but we told her to just ignore it. But then… a pair of regs said something under their breaths only she could hear, and she…”

“She went ballistic.” Echo completed for Tech, who looked unsettled for once “It looked like she was out for their heads. So much so that Wrecker had to step in.”

Crosshair heard Hunter sigh behind him.

“Command is not gonna be happy with him for getting into a fight. Again.”

“Oh no,” Tech corrected “Wrecker intervened in order to pry her away from the regs. The two troopers who just walked out? That was all her doing.”

A strange sense of pride bloomed inside Crosshair’s chest and started crawling up his throat, his lips threatening to curl into a small smile. Not only were you always looking out for them on the battlefield, but also outside of it? The trust he had been building over time seemed to solidify at that very moment.

As the droid finished wrapping your injury and walked away, Wrecker finally seemed to notice them.

“Look! Crosshair and Hunter are here!”

As your eyes finally found his, you seemed to light up entirely, akin to a little kid on Life Day.

“Come on, Wrecker, let’s get you some food.” Hunter called, a barely contained sigh escaping from his lips “From what I hear you didn’t get a chance to eat yet. And I have to go back to Command and report this incident.”

Your smile turned sheepish and Crosshair couldn’t tell if you were embarrassed over the slight reprimanding tone in the sergeant’s voice or because your shenanigans had caused everyone to miss dinner so far.

As the other’s left, he sat down on the foot of your cot next to your legs, his long fingers wrapping around your ankle.

“So” he drawled out, a small smirk pulling at his lips “I hear you got yourself in trouble?”

You chuckled, to which he squeezed your ankle playfully in return.

“Yeah, I guess your affinity for trouble is rubbing off on me.”

“I mean, you were assigned to us after all, you obviously aren’t the little angel Commander Cody made you out to be.” he joked, before letting his curiosity get the better of him “What did they say anyway to make you snap like that?”

He noticed the very moment your face fell, your smile slipping off your face and your eyes turning slightly dull.

“Oh, Cross.” there was something so sad in the way you said his name that he never wanted to hear again, even if it meant he never got to hear his name fall from your lips for the rest of his life “They were so vile. First they started talking about Tech, Wrecker and Echo and they just told me to ignore it, but then…” a very soft, almost unnoticeable sheen of tears brimmed in your eyes “They started talking about you, Cross.”

The grip he had on your leg grew even tighter as he physically recoiled, taken aback.

“They started saying these awful things about you and you weren’t even there.” you stammered “They were being cruel and mean to you behind your back and I couldn’t let that slide. I just remembered what you once told me, about how the regs treated you as cadets and I just… saw red. I didn’t even think, I just acted.”

Crosshair felt his heart skip a beat. You, their sweet medic, got into a physical altercation… because of him? Because you felt the need to protect not only him, but his vode as well? You, who baked cookies and was nice to him even when he pushed you away and insulted you, broke a soldier’s nose… for him?

“I-I’m sorry.” you sighed “I know I shouldn’t have, but-”

“Would you do it again?”

Now was your turn to be taken aback.

“What?”

“If a bunch of regs ever insulted me or my brothers again,” he said slowly, the words feeling heavy on his tongue “would you defend us again, even if it meant getting hurt?”

Your lips curled up in a gentle smile, one he came to realize was reserved for him and him alone.

“I’d do anything for you, Crosshair.”

In a moment he was by your side, not even realizing he was moving. He sat on the bed by your side as you scooted over, making space for him, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His lips pressed softly on the hair on the crown of your head as he spoke.

“I won’t let you get hurt, Copikla.” he whispered, the most vulnerable he had ever been “Not on my watch, you’re never getting hurt again.”

He sighed contently as you relaxed by his side, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I promise.”

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in1-nutshell · 1 year ago

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The request was deleted on accident. But it talked about Elita One from TFA having a twin sister that was the mom friend who took her place in Archa 7. Buddy turned into Blackarachnia, but based on SG! Blackarachnia. Buddy embraces her organic form and still has the same personality. I loved the amount of potential this prompt had. I did this on the Cons reaction to Buddy. If you would like a continuation, please let me know and request it when the requests are open.

Request from @mcanon

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's twin sister taking her place as Blackarachnia

SFW, platonic, familial, angst, mentions of wounds and transformation, mentions of insecurity but nothing detailed

TFA

Buddy and Elita are spark twin.

Some of the closest sisters Cybertron had ever known.

Kup had named Elita for her air of status.

He named Optimus for his optimism.

He named Sentinel as his guarded nature.

He named Buddy because she was a buddy to everyone. No, not Buddy could befriend.

"Hahaha! What a lame name! Haha--" --Sentinel

Elita and Optimus death glaring at him.

"... But who am I to judge right guys?..." --Sentinel

Buddy loves Elita so much. But she swears that she has the braincell most of the time.

She shares it mostly with Optimus as they both watch Elita and Sentinel go outside of there comfort zone and do some questionable things.

Elita and Sentinel about to do something reckless.

Buddy and Optimus ready with the fire extinguisher and trash bags at the ready.

Then the event came at Archa 7...

Buddy and Optimus opposed going to a planet without their juristriction.

"Tell me again why we are here with you two?"-- Buddy

"Because we are the star candidates of the Elite Guard and you don't want to let them miss us."-- Sentinel

"Try again Sentinel."--Buddy

"Because you wouldn't let your twin go by herself?"-- Elita One

"Strike two Lita."--Buddy

"Because they are our dum friends and we love them too much?"-- Optimus

"That's the correct answer."--Buddy

"Can't believe it. Betrayed by my own sister."-- Elita One

"Love you too Lita."--Buddy

Then the spiders came out.

Sentinel managed to make it to the mouth of the cave and was ready to catch his friends at the opening.

Buddy and Elita downloaded Optimus's grappling hook and the three swung into the air.

They were getting closer and closer...

They were almost there...

Then Elita's download went out.

"AAAHHH!"--Elita One

"ELITA!"-- Everyone

"Gotcha!"-- Buddy

"Thanks Buddy! Wait what about your download?!"--Elita One

"Elita, Lita look at me!"--Buddy

"What--"--Elita One

"I love you guys to Cybertron and back."--Buddy

Rapid beeping sounds.

"OPTIMUS CATCH!"-- Buddy

Buddy throws Elita to Optimus as her download stops and falls back into the crumbling cave of spiders below

"BUDDY!"--Elita and Optimus

Buddy hits a support beam in the cave and it starts crumbling down on her and the spider's.

Elita is screaming for Buddy, Optimus is yelling but he knows that he has to get his remaining friends out of there now.

He doesn't know how but he managed to get a screaming Sentinel and limp Elita out of the dangers of the former cave.

Sentinel is furious for the both of them for leaving Buddy behind.

Optimus begins the scan already predicting the unlikely outcome that Buddy's signature to be online.

Elita...

Elita is frozen in horror looking at the remains of the cave. She starts the scan when Sentinel starts his.

They spend hours and hours looking.

Buddy's energon signature was no where to be seen.

The now trio returned to Cybertron with heavy sparks.

One filled with fury.

One filled with guilt.

One filled with sadness and despair.

Elita is shocked when she hears that Optimus took the blame for the venture. A part of her wanted to go straight to Magnus and tell the whole truth.

But the other part held some resentment.

If he had just caught her too...

Elita and Sentinel both continue their training in the Academy as Optimus went to do Spacebridge repairs.

Meanwhile...

Buddy had survived the fall.

As she tried to fight off the remaining spiders when she accidentally downloads it and gets bitten by the spiders.

She screams in agony as the venom slowly transformed her into something else. When it's finished the remaining spiders had left leaving Buddy alone to wallow alone in her newly transformed body.

She crawls out of the hole and starts looking around for her friends and twin.

"Sentinel? Optimus? Elita? Guys? Where are you? I'm here! I'm safe! Guys please this isn't funny! Sentinel! Optimus! Elita! Lita?! LITA?!?! PLEASE! SOMEONE?! ANYONE!?! DONT LEAVE ME ALONE!"--Buddy

Silence...

"...please... Don't go..."

Days pass and no sign of anyone. Buddy is convinced that they had left her for dead. She cries and cries until she has no more to cry... For now anyways.

She wants to hate the spiders.

She wants to blame someone.

But she knows deep down this was one her.

It takes a bit of silent reflection, Buddy comes to terms with her new body and decides to embrace her change.

Buddy knows that Cybertron is no longer an option, they would discete her without a second thought. And she was not ready to face her former Academy mates and Elita.

Maybe there was someplace out there that would accept her as she was. Maybe some bots out there in the vast universe.

It was at that moment that a Cybertronian ship had arrived.

Buddy nearly leaped for joy until she saw the insignia on the ship.

A Decepticon ship...

And the first to come down from the ship was none other than the leader himself, Megatron.

The history videos did not do his massive presence justice.

A couple more of his soldiers came down and began to talk to him.

"Why did we stop here Lord Megatron?"--Blitzwing

"Do not question our grand and glorious leader!"--Lugnut

"There was an energon spike here a few weeks ago. There has to be something here to have caused it."--Megatron

Buddy watched from a far as the Cons talked.

Suddenly a rouge spider had crawled out of the hole and started running to the Cons. Buddy didn't know what happened in that moment but she knew that no one deserves the transformation she endured, not even the worst bot in history.

She leaped out of her hiding place and pushed Megatron out of the way letting the spider to pounce on her.

"DIE SPIDER! DIE!"-- Buddy

"How dares-- What--"--Megatron

She remembered hearing a lot of shouting, but her main target was eliminating the spider once and for all.

It was a swift yet brutal death to the organic that left Buddy drenched in it's juices.

Buddy found herself face to face with several blasters. But they were all put down as soon as Megatron ordered it.

Buddy had never felt such a powerful presence, the only other bot to have a near effect was Ultra Magnus.

Buddy felt small, literally against these giants.

No one is expecting Megatron to hold out his servo to help Buddy from off her knees.

"What is your designation?"-- Megatron

"My designation is Buddy. I was a former medic for my team, but they abandoned me for dead."-- Buddy

"... Abandoned you say... And what in the case I offer you a spot in our ranks? You seem capable enough to keep up. What is your answer?"-- Megatron

"... I would like to join you and your army as you're medic."-- Buddy

"Done."--Megatron

"Master you can--"--Lugnut

"Done."-- Megatron

She is put in charge as the ships medic soon after. It's incredibly lonely and isolating at first. No Con wanting to go near her in fear of the disgusting organic body.

Buddy doesn't blame them either.

Buddy is very insecure about it but keeps it down and does her job. A job that she found out she was rather good at.

One of the first Cons to befriend Buddy besides Megatron was Blitzwing and Lugnut.

The others soon followed there after.

Megatron has respect for Buddy when a bit more of her backstory is revealed. Buddy of course never identifies the boys in her stories but, it does leave the warlord with some pity.

Over her time as the Cons medic, she becomes a confident ally,dare he say friend.

He is more than 100% willing to hurt thoughts who wronged Buddy despite what Buddy said about forgiving.

He knows part of that is a load of scrap.

He can see it in her optics.

"With all due respect Lord Megatron. But going one in one with a team of Autobots, one that had the Magnus hammer, was incredibly dumb."--Buddy

"I see that."--Megatron

"You should know better Lord Megatron. If it weren't for natural causes... It doesn't matter right now..."--Buddy

"You worry for me."--Megatron

"Of course I worry. You are our leader of course."-- Buddy

"And not because of something else?"--Megatron

"What do you mean? I don't understand..."--Buddy

"Something... Something like--"--Megatron

"Lord Megatron!"--Lugnut

"...Yes Lugnut..."--Megatron

Blitzwing s relationship with Buddy can be summarized as a sibling relationship.

Icy loves having conversations with Buddy whether work related or not.

Hothead enjoys teasing Buddy, but Primus help the vot how decides to make fun of Buddy while he's around.

It's the classic 'no one can bully my sibling but me'.

Random likes spooking and getting Buddy out of her comfort zone, but he has his limits.

Blitzwing helps Buddy create a stoic face that looks menacing and creepy.

Buddy has to fit in some how right?.

"Let's try this one more time. Show me your angry face."--Icy

"Like this angry!"--Hothead

"Like this!"--Buddy

"Aw! You look like one of those earth kitties!"--Random

Lugnut is the next one.

Lugnut had his doubts at first with Buddy and thought she was an Auto or spy for a bit.

But as soon as he is in charge of getting her updated on Con activity and see her trying, he is hooked.

Buddy is a nice colleague to talk to and rant about the greatest achievements of Lord Megatron.

"So you think that Lord Megatron would like this poem?"--Lugnut

"... Lugnut maybe you should stick with giving him some of his oil before trying the poem thing again."--Buddy

Starscteam is last on the list because he was extremely wary of Buddy.

Not just because of her organic side. But because of her kindness and gentleness. Two traits that are not commonly associated with Cons.

He does come to terms with Buddy as she listens to his rants and genuinely worries for him when he goes out of the base too long.

He has told Buddy that when he becomes leader, he'll make Buddy his Second in Command.

Buddy gently declines this offer as she still works for Megatron and that she is not leader material .

He insisted though.

"For the last time Starscteam. I am not leader material, and anyways I have nothing against Lord Megatron."--Buddy

"We will see when I am the new leader!"--Starscream

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #transformers animated #bot buddy #tfa elita one twin sister #silver aid

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breakfastteatime · 5 months ago

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Today's Fallen Order request is Aura for @nebulousdaughterofchaos

“No more, Padawan.”

Moving slow, breathing with care, Cal stands and meets his master’s gaze. “I’m okay,” he says, hoping he won’t throw up as he speaks. “I can carry on.”

He’s trembling and he doesn’t know why, cold despite the summer heat, dripping with sweat. Emotions buzz around his head, a cloud of flies eager to choke him. None of them belong to him, and yet they stick around and upset/enrage/amuse/scare him anyway.

“No.” Master Tapal crouches down despite the muddy ground. “You have witnessed enough of the past. We know what happened here. You need not endure more.”

He can! He must. “Master, I – ”

“No, Cal. Enough.”

Shoulders slumping, Cal clenches his jaw to hold in the tears. So that’s it. He’s not good enough. He’s letting everyone down – Master Tapal, the clones, the people who once lived in this cratered city. If he can’t find out where the Separatists took the planet’s rulers, what use is he at all? He’s a Jedi; it is his duty to carry on. All around, the smouldering wreckage sings to him, a howling chorus desperate for release.

He’s the only one who can hear it, see it, do anything about it. If that means watching people dying, so be it. They’re… they’re one with the Force now, right? That’s how it works? It’s okay. He can do this.

Except his eyes aren’t behaving like they should. They’re a little blurry, and he thinks maybe there’s a speck of dust stuck in one of them. It fizzes and pops, a silent lightning storm for one. A thick, cresting wave of nausea washes over him and taking a slow, deep breath does little to stop it.

Master Tapal looks at him, concerned. “You are unwell,” he says.

Cal’s hands curl into fists. “I’m fine!” He turns, ready to march away, only he can’t see. He can’t see out of one eye, and that’s messing everything up, because he’s crashed into a shattered wall and –

Master Tapal’s hand wraps gently around his shoulder. “No, Cal. You are in pain. A migraine. You have worked hard today, honoured the people who lived here. We will return to base, and you will get some rest.”

Rest? Cal shakes his head (bad idea). He doesn’t need to rest; he needs to help. “I’m okay, Master.” He holds himself tall (which is tiny, compared to Master Tapal). “I am a Jedi. I can find the right echo.”

The Force squiggles and squirms around his master. Cal waits for the inevitable.

“Alright,” Master Tapal says instead. “Focus. Try to find an echo of that carries a sense of duty. A ruler may feel fear, yes, but they will also carry the weight of their people.”

“Like you do for all the clones?” Cal asks, fingers pressed to his temples.

“Just so,” Master Tapal says.

“Okay.” Cal stares down the street, even though he can only see one side of it.

“Your eyes can deceive you,” Master Tapal reminds him.

Maybe that’s why one of them is so fuzzy right now – it’s lying to him. Never mind. He closes them, does his best to ignore the whirling lightning coiling in the darkness. He needs to let the Force guide him to the right echo, the echo of a leader, one that will carry fear but push it away with their sense of duty. The Force takes him out of his own pain and leads him on, over rubble until there, on the ground, a discarded datapad. Meeting notes. He crouches down, touches it.

The droids lead the whole assembly out of their chambers. “Where are you taking us?” she demands.

“That information is not relevant,” the large B1 intones.

“It is very relevant to me and the other senators,” she says. “What good is keeping it secret? There is no one for us to tell.”

“Your logic is sound,” the droid says. “We are taking you to our processing plant on the northern continent. We will wait there until a ship arrives to transport you to your next destination.”

Cal launches out of the memory. Hands grip him, and he’s glad, because his eyes are lying worse than ever with their swirling, flashing lights. “Master! I know where they are! The northern continent. They have a processing plant there. I – ” Pain stabs into his skull. He catches his forehead in his hands. “We should hurry.”

“I will, I promise,” Master Tapal says. “But you are going back to the outpost where you will see a medic for this migraine. Failure to do so will lead to disciplinary action, am I clear?”

Sighing, because maybe he is a tiny bit relieved he won’t have to go any further, Cal nods. His head hurts so much even his hair is tender. “Yes, Master.”

“Good,” Master Tapal leads him away. “You have done well, Padawan. Very well.”

It’s hours later when Master Tapal returns from the northern continent, the planetary leadership with him. Cal’s head hurts a lot less now (Leafy gave him the good meds), and he’s happy to see the echo paid off.

And people used to tell him psychometry made him a bad, useless Jedi.

Master Tapal rests a hand on his shoulder. “You have done well, Cal.”

#fic requests 2024 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo minific #jfo headcanon #cal kestis #jaro tapal #migraine fics are obligatory just fyi

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hunterthecharmer · 2 months ago

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Unexpected - Part 5

Summary: You work for an events company and end up being assigned as a talent handler for a 2 week long convention. Your co-worker ends up assigned to Glen Powell, but you catch his eye. Can you remain professional and keep him from knowing you're actually a pretty big fan of his?

To catch up, here is my MASTERLIST

Days have passed with the convention, with all the handlers speeding to and from all of the trailers on property to get the talent to all their events. You and Savannah had barely been able to catch up with each other and before you know it, you’re waking up on the last week of the con. It had been a great weekend, Dylan dividing his time through almost all the events offered each day. You were going to miss the banter with him and his easy going attitude.

The feedback from all the attendees was also starting to pour in, your email inbox full of them each day from Anne. It was getting you excited for the next event, which got you wondering if you’d be able to be a part of it again. You tuck it into the back of your mind, wanting to bring it up to your boss once you are back at the office.

You slip into the shower to get ready for the day, throwing on some jeans, a white flowy blouse and some sneakers before jumping on your golf cart to meet the other handlers before an event that day- everyone needed to grab and set up the materials needed for a sip and paint going on that day, that all of the talent were invited to. “Savannah! Hey, wait up!” You call after her, and you watch as she stops in her tracks, face lighting up at the sight of you.

“There you are, stranger! Get over here,” she pulls you in for a hug. “I don’t care what our guys need, you and I are not going to leave each other’s sides today!” You giggle at her playful seriousness, tugging on her elbow to grab the boxes inside the warehouse.

“I actually have a lot to tell you.” You say discreetly to her, once no one else is within earshot. Everyone is scattered around the lawn building the easels for today’s activity, setting out all the brushes and paint colors nearby. Savannah bites her lip in excitement, “Spill!”

You tell her all about your rainy night at Glen’s cabin, and how you haven’t spoken to him much since last week. Savannah is quiet for a moment, processing all you’ve said. “Look, the friend in me wants to scream to everyone here that you kissed your celebrity crush but, the coworker in me wants to smack you back to reality. What were you-” You cut her off, “I get it, I get it! I know it was risky, okay? But it isn’t like I came onto him. You know I would never do something like that. I tried to leave, but he was a gentleman to let me wait out the storm..” Your voice trails off, your mood suddenly deflating. Savannah frowns. “I just don’t want you to get hurt. Glen’s one of the nicest guys I have ever met, but we don’t know if he’s a player or not. Same goes for Dylan, and everyone else here! I hope you get where I’m coming from.” She searches your face for a response, but when you remain silent, continuing to busy yourself with setting up, she offers a wink and a nudge. “But enough with the pessimism. Was he a good kisser or what?”

You meet her eyes again, smiling wide. “The best!”

--- Savannah’s POV---

Savannah drives up to Glen’s cabin, debating whether or not her idea was a good one or not. She really cared about you, and celebrity or not, you deserved to know if he thought of you as a one nighter or actually had some type of real feelings. Once he’s on the cart, he instantly begins chatting her up, just like usual, but Savannah is quiet. “Earth to Savannah. Are you even on this planet right now?” Glen’s chuckle breaks her out of her daze, causing her to swerve the cart into the grass, pushing the break to bring them to a stop. “Glen, I’m gonna level with you here, but I need you to be honest,alright? Off the record.” She questions, eyes narrowing at him.

Glen nods, “Yeah, sure off the record. What’s going on?” he asks, clearly confused.

Savannah takes a deep breath, “When I was sick, my coworker took over your schedule and everything, right?”

Glen nods, “Right.”

She continues, “And the night your dad got sent to the hospital, you were communicated with about that in a timely manner, right?”

Glen’s eyebrows stitch together, unsure where she’s headed with this. “Yeah…”

“So, you didn’t read it online or anything, right? I just need to be sure, because I have a thread of texts regarding that night and I just don’t want it to seem like I didn’t do my job. Yes I was sick, but..if this were to be an issue I could lose my job!” Savannah fakes her reasoning for the question, trying to see if Glen will expand on how he found out, or even give more details.

Instead, he just shrugs. “No, you don’t have anything to worry about. Your coworker let me know immediately, hell she even drove through the storm to come and tell me since I didn’t hear my mom or sister’s phone calls. Trust me, you’re good.” He smiles at her, and Savannah feels her heart sink a little bit. “Okay, good. So she came to tell you the news, and that was it? She showed you all the communication from your assistant and stuff,right?” She presses a final time, hoping he’ll crack.

“Yep, she told me everything. She waited for the storm to ease up a bit and then went back to her cabin.” He replies cooly, before reaching into his back pocket for his phone to turn off his ringer, mindlessly reading his new notifications. Savannah concedes, putting the cart back into drive and returning to the path toward the event.

“Wait, did someone say something about her leaving my cabin so late? I wouldn’t want her to get in trouble for relaying the message to me. I know it wouldn’t look good for her job either.” Glen speaks up, and is looking at Savannah now, a hint of alarm in his voice. “Oh! No, no, I don’t think anybody saw her. At least, I haven’t heard anything.” She quickly replies, still mythed that he didn’t mention the kiss. Guess she had her answer.

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“Here’s your paint colors, and if you need a refill on your drink just give me a wave or something.” You pat Dylan on the back, and he grins. “Thank you, bartender. This should be a good time! I promise you this is going to look like a toddler’s masterpiece when I’m through with it.” You both laugh, your eyes landing on a certain someone as they stride across the grass, drink in hand and Savannah hot on his heels. You turn your attention back to Dylan just as the instructor turns on their microphone. “If I could get everyone’s attention, please! Helloooooo Tennessee!”

You wave goodbye to Dylan as you both giggle, the loud noise of the mic startling just about everyone on the lawn. Savannah weaves through the crowd to grab your hand, pulling you over to the chairs for the handlers. You brush past Glen, his eyes briefly meeting yours with a small smile on his lips. You return one to him before Savannah tugs you into a chair.

“I will be your art instructor for today, just want to go over a few housekeeping items.. Your materials have been all laid out for you by the lovely Ignite Team, so let’s give a round of applause for all their hard work; they’ve been out here since 7am this morning to make this space ready for you all.” Everyone applauds your team, and everyone waves to the talent on the lawn, everyone grinning from ear to ear.

“Now, the special brushes with the finer tips will be up at the front, as well as texturing tools, glitter…” the instructor continues on before switching the music on and letting everyone get started.

You turn to Savannah, “Who do you think will paint the best mountaintop?”

She smiles weakly at you, “Oh, I don’t know. Probably one of the girls…hey, want to run to the bathroom with me? Cassandra, can you keep an eye on our boys for us while we run to the restroom real quick?”

Cassandra agrees, the two of you quietly sneaking away to the restrooms down the hill.

“What’s up, everything okay?’ You question her as soon as you close the door.

Savannah swallows before placing a hand on both sides of your shoulders. “Don’t freak out on me, but I kinda sorta asked Glen about the night you guys kissed, and don’t worry I didn’t bring that up, I just acted like I was scared of losing my job over being sick to see if he’d mention anything about you.”

Your jaw drops open, heart rate quickening as you realize that whatever she is about to tell you is going to dictate your mood for the rest of the day. “And?” you ask slowly.

“He didn’t bring it up. He was concerned someone had maybe asked around or mentioned the fact that you left his cabin at such a strange hour, but…that was it. He didn’t blush or stutter or anything. It’s like nothing happened between the two of you at all.”

She shrugs before disappearing into a stall. “I actually did need to go, sorry!”

You slump against the wall, unsure of how to feel. Maybe he was just protecting the interaction? Or, it meant absolutely nothing to him and you just so happened to be at the right place at the right time. His observation rings in your ears, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Except this time, it doesn’t make your heart swell, it kind of gives you an icky feeling. What if he didn’t mean it in a sincere way, but an assuming, cocky sort of way? What if he was just fishing to boost his ego? After all, you’d like to think you had been discreet and professional this entire time when it came to interacting with him, longing glances from afar or not.

Suddenly feeling nauseous, you step out from the bathrooms to get some air, the sun shining through the gazebo overtop the building. Savannah soon appears next to you, slinging her arm over your shoulders as you both head back up the hill. “I promise I was just trying to look out for you, alright? We don’t need a replay of last year with Jeremy-” “Fair enough!” You let a laugh escape you, shaking your head. “Jeremy and Glen are not even close to being on the same level, Savannah. But I get what you’re trying to say and I love you for it.” She rolls her eyes. “The feeling of disappointment would be the same.” She states, squeezing your shoulder as you take your seats.

Everyone is watching the talent paint- some struggling, some just chit chatting while barely getting anything accomplished on their canvas, and others seemed to be thoroughly concentrated on following the instructor.

A sudden wave atop the heads in the crowd catches your eye, and you grin to see it’s Dylan trying to get your attention. You bounce over to him, taking in his progress. “Wow, not too shabby! Are you having fun?” He smiles at you from behind his black Ray Bans. “Hell yeah! Thanks for the support, I really need it for the next section. Would you mind getting me another drink please?” You take his empty cup away from him, “Sure thing! Be right back.”

You carefully maneuver through the easels, being sure not to knock over anyone’s stuff. Handing the cup to the bartender, you wait for them to make Dylan a new drink. You look out into the crowd to try and find Glen, and when your eyes land on him your cheeks heat immediately. He’s chatting up another guest, her dark hair thrown back in a fit of laughter at whatever he’s saying. They’re both leaning over their easels to talk, and you are suddenly reminded that you are very much not a gorgeous, rich celebrity model at this convention, but simply a girl from LA who is here to work. You make your way across the grass to Dylan, breezing past Glen and the mystery girl who has his attention to try and hear what they’re talking about. All you can catch is her mentioning New York City and Glen’s response is muffled by all the chatter happening around them. You drop off his drink and return to your table, Savannah shooting you a knowing look. “Want me to go over there? He probably needs a refill too.” You sigh, hands in your lap fidgeting with the fray on your jeans. “It’s fine, I’m fine. Really.”

In a huff only noticeable to you, she stands and makes a beeline for Glen. Her appearance stops their conversation, Glen putting his hands up in a gesture that he’s all set on needing another drink. Savannah completely ignores the girl as she walks back to your table. You raise an eyebrow at her. “I’m getting friend vibes. Seriously, she’s wearing a studded leather jacket with heeled boots while Glen’s wearing jeans and a hoodie.” You roll your eyes with a laugh. “So? He probably likes her style. Can we just drop it, please?”

Savannah nods and changes the subject.

Another half hour passes by, and the event is almost over. Everyone’s moving to the final details of their project, the lawn mostly quiet as everyone locks in. You decide to stretch your legs and find some interesting tools for Dylan to use, making your way over to him when a hand grabs your elbow. “Hey, could I borrow one of those?” you are jolted out of focus, head snapping behind you to see a grinning Glen Powell. “Sorry, no can do. These are for Dylan, but I think I saw Savannah at the table, just flag her down so she can grab one for you.” You smile curtly at him before wiggling out of his grasp and fast walking over to Dylan without ever looking back.

The event finally comes to an end, all of the staff swarming onto the lawn to clean up the mess. The guests disperse to the event hall to eat dinner, some milling about the property to chat.

You toss a heap of paint brushes into your trash bag, a familiar voice reappearing behind you. “Need a hand with that?” You spin around to see Glen bent over to grab some paint covered sponges, and you gasp. “No! Glen, you’re not supposed to be cleaning anything up. You go enjoy the live music in the hall!” You open the trash bag wider for Glen to successfully dunk them in, a hand running through his fluffy hair. You liked seeing it without any styling creme in it.

“Back to being professional, huh?” He squints at you as the sun shines on his face. You sigh, head leaning to the side. “I work here, remember?” You offer a small, playful smile to him as you shake the lanyard hanging around your neck, and his expression softens. “I just thought that, well..you know..” He steps closer to you, voice lowering to a whisper. It takes everything in you to step backwards from him, his cologne wafting over you. He looked and smelled so good. “You thought what? Honestly, never mind. It was late, we were both exhausted--” Glen interrupts you softly, “I was there.”

He places his hands on his hips as he stares at you, and you glance around at the other staff members cleaning up, a few of them taking notice of the two of you conversing.

“Anyway, it won’t happen again. How’s your dad doing? Is he home yet?” You ask, before continuing to collect the trash from the ground. Glen sighs before shrugging it off. “Uh, yeah..yeah he’s home. He’s gonna be just fine, thanks for asking.” He pauses for a moment as he watches you continue to clean. “What did you mean by --”

“Glen! Hey, Glen! Time to head out, you have a conference call in ten minutes!”

Savannah’s voice rings out from across the lawn, and you are grateful. You look up at Glen, a sad smile on your lips. “I’m really happy to hear that about your dad. Really. Now, go! Don’t be late for that call. Good luck!” You shoo him off, and he nods in agreement, a look of uncertainty crossing his features before he turns away to jog over toward the golf cart.

That evening is the first of many campfires that week, s’mores and hot chocolate the only two items on the menu. You change into leggings and a sweater before jumping back onto your golf cart to pick up Dylan one last time for the day.

You wait out front for him for five minutes before calling his phone, and when he doesn’t pick up you start to worry.

“Dylan? Are you ready?” You knock loudly on his cabin door, trying to peer in through the tiny window of the door. Suddenly it swings open, a very pale Dylan O’Brien standing before you, his body weight leaning on the doorframe. “Please stop yelling.” He groans, shoving his palm into his right eyelid.

You stifle a giggle, taking in his sweatpants and hoodie that cling to his body, hair a mess. “You don’t look so good buddy.” You rub his arm.

Dylan grimaces as he nods, “I think I had a few too many drinks at the event. Needless to say I need to sit the campfire out, hope that’s okay.”

“Of course, rest up! Do you need anything?”

You offer, but Dylan shakes his head. “Just go have fun, I’m going to go to bed early tonight.” He shoots you the weakest little wave before closing the door.

The debate with yourself on whether or not you should go to the fire tonight lasted about 10 seconds, the desire to see Glen winning you over. As soon as you park, you spot Savannah and join her group that’s huddled amongst one of the many firepits.

“You made it! No Dylan? Here, have a s’more!”

Savannah welcomes you, motioning toward the empty chair next to her. You greet everyone else and happily accept the dessert, savoring the gooey marshmallow and chocolate combo after the long day you’d had.

“He turned in early for the night. Isn’t it gorgeous out here?” Admiring the stars above you, the others agree.

You slowly direct your gaze from the fire in front of you to the other pits, eyes quickly finding Glen’s chair. He’s amongst a mix of men and women, but he’s so far away that you aren’t able to make out if any of them are the one from earlier or not.

A few hours pass before some of the talent begin approaching the staff to turn in for the night, Glen being one of them. You recognize his voice approaching in the distance, stomach knotting as you brace yourself to see who he’s walking with.

The tension in your shoulders dissipates when he stands next to Savannah’s chair, a male figure departing in the other direction. “Ready to roll?” He grins down at her, his green eyes landing on you for a few seconds. You want to get out of your chair and kiss him again, the flames illuminating his features. His charcoal crew neck and joggers make him look so cuddly and warm. You wonder what it’d be like to snuggle up with him.

Savannah’s voice snaps you out of your daze. “You bet! I actually need to fill the cart up with gas though, and there’s a pretty long line. Would you mind taking Glen back tonight?” She looks between the two of you, and you nod quickly as you stand, “No problem at all.”

He gestures toward the carts allowing you to lead the way, “After you.”

You shoot your friend a look from over your shoulder, mouthing ‘thank you’ to her as you fall into step with Glen.

The cicadas and crackling fires fill the air, a cool breeze sending a shiver down your spine as you drive down the dirt path.

“How was your day?” You ask him, desperate to have a non-awkward golf cart ride.

“It was awesome, I really enjoyed that painting class. Even though it’s not worthy of hanging in my house, I don’t think I did too bad of a job.” He laughs to himself as he picks at some fuzz on his sweatpants. You force a small hum in response, eyes fixed on the path ahead.

“Are we cool?” Glen speaks again, this time his entire body turning to face you in his seat, one arm extended up to hang onto the top of the cart.

As you peer over at him, the moonlight illuminates the small smile tugging at his lips. If it weren’t so dark out, you might have thought you detected some concern in his expression.

You nudge him softly, “Of course, why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well we kissed a few nights ago and ever since then I feel like we haven’t gotten to talk at all.”

You feel chill bumps rise on your arms at his statement. Did you really expect the kiss to never come up again? Maybe, but ever since you saw him getting cozy with the mystery girl from earlier your opinion had changed.

“Are you blaming me for that?” You feel him tense at the bite in your tone, his head cocking to the side. His eyes still fixated on you, he reaches over you and presses a foot to the brake abruptly, your bodies lurching forward as he turns the key to switch the cart off.

“Woah,hey! I’m not blaming you for anything.”

You scoff at his words, eyes rolling at his stopping of the cart. He seems to forget that you’re still on the clock, and very much not alone out here. A few carts pass by, the both of you offering polite waves to them. A moment passes and you remain silent, fearful of eavesdroppers.

Turning the key quickly you press down hard on the gas pedal toward Glen’s cabin.

Once there, you cross your arms over your chest. “Goodnight Glen.”

Running a hand through his hair he slides off the golf cart, the only noise between you the gravel beneath his feet as he rounds the front of the cart to crouch at the steering wheel. He places a hand on your knee, shaking it playfully. “Look at me.”

His tone is earnest and you allow your eyes to lose themselves in his.

“It was leather jacket girl, wasn't it?” he chuckles in the dark, eyebrow cocked in amusement.

“So you did notice?” You mumble, face on fire. He stands and outstretches both hands to you, and you oblige without another thought.

Glen places a hand on the small of your back to lead you up the stairs first, your mind swimming in wonder of what’s about to happen.

“Yo, Powell! Turning in so soon?”

The two of you freeze, Glen’s grip tightening on the bannister. Out of instinct, you drop on all fours. He mouths for you to go inside, slipping his key card into your palm. You nod quietly, crawling across the porch toward his front door.

Glen turns around, backing up the staircase to try and hide your body.

“Yeah man! I have an early call time in the morning. Why, what am I going to miss out on?”

The man laughs, “Your loss! We’re about to start an intense game of charades in my cabin. All good though, see you tomorrow!”

You eavesdrop from the window, giggling as Glen appears through the front door. “That was close!”

He nods as he locks the door behind him, closing the curtains. “Don’t worry, he didn’t see a thing.”

And just like that,you’re standing inches away from him in his living room again - alone.

“Fun fact for ya, I actually think leather jackets are tacky. Especially ones with studs all over them. They’re spikey and they hurt.” Glen feigns a serious face, his tone humorous.

“You’re ridiculous.” You grin wide at him as you throw both arms around his neck, tugging him even closer to you. Your confidence surprises you once again, but in this moment you’d do anything to feel his lips on yours again. He was undeniably attractive 24/7 but even more so right now as he makes you laugh. He had seen you. He knew you were jealous and yet he tried to talk to you at the event. You felt even worse for being rude to him earlier.

His arms wind around your waist as he presses his forehead to yours.

“While you were jumping to conclusions, I was admiring you look out for Dylan and everyone else around you. Watching you do your job and keep the place organized.”

Eyes shining at him as you learn that he’d been observing you, he leans in to kiss you. You relax into his grip, fisting your hands into the soft material of his crewneck.

“We’re cool now.” you say before kissing the tip of his nose. He hums in response as he kisses you one more time.

You talk with him for a good while about his schedule the next few days as well as other projects he’s slated to begin next year for work. He asks about your job back in California and you talk a bit about how you and Savannah got so close.

When the two of you start to yawn, you stand to your feet from his sofa and he groans.

“Don’t leave me!” He teases, tugging on your arm. You back away slowly, palms raised as you bite your lip. “It’s time.”

He kisses you, whispering a ‘no’ against your lips. “Will I see you tomorrow?”

You blush under his gaze and wave your phone at him. “Text me! We’ll figure it out.”

Accepting your answer, he unlocks the door and swings it open for you.

“Goodnight pretty girl.”

His compliment causes you to turn back to face him from the porch, his body leaning against the doorframe, hands in his pockets. He looks so handsome it feels like a dream.

You blow him a kiss before quietly sliding onto the golf cart to drive back to your room.

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dreamingofep · 7 months ago

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Sinned Awakening pt. 27🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, mentions of killing, ANGST, SMUT, mentions of blood/ gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.5k

A/N: Hello everyone!! Thank you for your patience! This part has a lot to uncover so get ready! Lots of new back story of Alexander and Iris and new discoveries have been made that you're not going to like...🫣Thanks for continuing to be so enthusiastic about this story!

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

The air felt tense like everyone in here was holding their breath as you and Elvis walked in the room. Elvis tells Jerry to wait outside and he gladly obliges. Iris and Alexander sit next to each other on the long couch and you go to take a seat in one of the chairs by the fireplace. Elvis doesn’t sit down, he stands right beside you and places his hand on your shoulder to try to calm you. You couldn’t completely relax though. You were too anxious to see what these people had to say or if they were even telling the truth.

You look at them expectantly, waiting for them to start the conversation. You direct your first question to Elvis instead.

“Where did you go?” You ask in a hushed tone.

He sighs heavily, seeing how much you’re hurt, and kneels next to you to get closer.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I was gone for so long…I went all over the country. I was trying to find anyone who might have a clue where I could find older vampires. Ones that would be more well-versed in such matters we are facing. I ran into dead ends everywhere I went. I went to New York, Louisiana, all the way back to California even but had found nothing. I couldn’t give up though.” He explains.

“I then went to Colorado, one of the final places I decided to stop at. I met one of my buddies I know out there, he’s also one of us. I told him what I was looking for and how I wasn’t having any luck. He knew about some old vampires that lived in the mountains, far away from any town, and were essentially recluses.” He chuckles looking at Iris and Alexander snarkily. They throw daggers back at him and stay silent.

“It wasn’t easy finding them. It took me hours to get through the mountains and get past the traps they have set up for wandering hikers,” he quips.

“Yes that’s the whole point of living out of reach of people, so no one can find us,” Alexander grumbles.

Elvis has a smile on his face and continues to speak, “Well, their traps weren’t that effective since I’m in one piece. But they did not like trespassers, they tried to hurt me and get me off their property,” he snickers. You didn’t laugh though. Every hair on your body felt like it stood up and your blood boiled. The very idea of anyone trying to hurt him made you angry beyond comprehension. You hate the idea of anyone hurting Elvis or even laying a finger on him.

You grip the arm of the chair tightly, your anger getting the best of you.

“Did either of you lay a finger on him?” You say through your teeth. They shift uncomfortably in their seats as they look at each other. They clear their throats and take a deep breath before speaking.

“Well, y/n, you have to understand, we don’t like intruders coming near us. We didn’t know who he was-,” Iris starts to explain but you don’t let her finish, your anger getting the best of you.

“What the hell are you even talking about?! He’s Elvis Presley! The most famous man on the planet!” You snap. Elvis puts his hand on yours, squeezing it lightly.

“Honey, they’re telling the truth. They had no idea who I was before telling them. They don’t own a single TV or a radio,” Elvis tells you.

You’re absolutely shocked. You had never heard of anyone before such a recluse they don’t know who Elvis is. Even his name is eye-catching and different, you can’t believe the name doesn’t even ring a bell for them.

You try to relax a bit and focus on Elvis to calm you down.

“What did you do to convince them?” You ask.

“I tried to talk to them at a distance, try to explain our situation. Nothing really convinced them til they saw my eyes. They trusted me a bit more after that. The harder part was getting them to leave with me. They aren’t exactly adventurous…” he says slyly. That earned Elvis another death glare from the both of them. You throw them the same look and they get the message.

“So do you believe us? Are you going to help us or continue to be difficult,” you question. You knew it sounded harsh, but you weren’t going to have these people in your house if they weren’t going to help you two figure out some things about your new vampire lives.

They take a deep breath before speaking and look at you both.

“Yes, we believe you. The way you protect Elvis is a huge indication that you have a bond. We just haven’t met anyone like us in a very long time,” Alexander says gently.

Considering how they are so isolated, you aren’t too surprised they haven’t been in contact with any other vampires. Let alone any other bonded ones.

You relax a bit, trying to give these people a chance and not get too upset.

“How old are you both then? When was the last time you met someone like us?” You ask.

They smile at each other and hold each other’s hands.

Iris speaks first, “I’m meant to look twenty years old but in reality, I’ve been on this earth for seven hundred and fifty years. I’m originally from Spain where my family was royalty and very powerful. I’ve only met another Chosen pair twice in my life. We are extremely rare you see,” she says directing her attention to Alexander to start talking too.

“I’m the same age too. I’m from France though. Our regions had religious tensions in these times and I was a knight fighting for my country. I was a young man then, only nineteen at the time. But I saw her face in the grand throne room and I never was the same after seeing her,” he says sweetly looking at Iris.

“Did you know she was meant to be with you? Did you feel the connection?” You ask him inquisitively.

He chuckles softly at you, “I wouldn’t know. I was just a human then. I just thought she was distractingly beautiful,” he explains.

You look back at Iris with a smug smile on her face. You don’t know why you assumed he was a vampire first but you kind of feel embarrassed for jumping to conclusions.

“Oh, I’m sorry for assuming things. How were you turned then, Iris? Did you feel the connection with him?” You ask.

“I was turned when I was on my death bed, a lot like how Elvis was from how he explained it to us. It was common at that time to catch smallpox and there was no cure. It was brutal and anyone near you would undoubtedly catch it. I didn’t want to die. I begged my mother and father to do anything. Hire someone that could cure me,” she tells you.

“At this time, it was looked down upon to go against the church's beliefs or practices. Dark magic was shunned by anyone in the country but it was still being heavily practiced. I heard from many people that there were people on the outskirts of town that would practice it and they could cure anyone that came to them. I begged my parents to get one of them to help me. I felt death closing in on me with every breath. As much as they hated the idea, they didn’t want me to die. I was engaged to a prince in England and there was too much to be lost if I suddenly passed away. They were willing to risk the chance of someone finding out that dark magic was being practiced in the palace walls.”

You were shocked by her story. She was royalty at one point and no one now knows the true story of what happened to her. All except for you and Elvis now.

Iris continues, “They found a healer and snuck him into the palace late at night. I was getting weaker by the second and barely remembered how it happened… but I remember him asking to save me. I remember how cold he was. He felt like ice to me but I thought it was because I was so weak. He leaned in close and told me he’d give me a gift, one that would let me live forever. I thought he was crazy but I permitted him to do what needed to be done to save me. I wasn’t expecting the bite, I was expecting some sort of magic spell or something. It was excruciating as you are aware of, but after the pain of the bite resided, my body felt stronger than ever.”

“He then took me away from the palace, out of the way from harming any humans, and learned how my new abilities worked with the others that lived outside of town. I learned how to control my thirst and how to feed without hurting anyone. I was gone for a month and everyone was worried sick about me. But I eventually returned to the palace and assured everyone I was fine and better than ever. I compelled most of them that I wasn’t gone as long as they remembered to help me get back into normal life.”

You and Elvis were enthralled by her story. Some of her stories paralleled Elvis’ too. They were both so desperate to live. They didn’t know the ramifications of this choice and how it would alter their entire existence. You had so many questions for them, especially how they have been living like this for so long.

“That’s truly incredible. I’m so glad you had guidance from them. What happened after all of that? Did you marry the prince after all?” You ask.

She laughs amused and shakes her head, “Well, almost. I was a few days away from marrying the prince and then he walked into my life. I knew the moment I saw him,” she blushes.

“So did I,” Elvis says softly. You look up at him in awe. It was the first time he said it to you. It was shocking to hear from his lips but it made your heart feel so happy and overjoyed.

“So you know what I’m talking about then. That instant feeling of happiness and the pull to be closer to them,” she explains to both of you. “I had that with Alexander. The second I saw him, I thought he was the most beautiful man to ever exist.”

Alexander squeezes her hand and smiles at her.

“I thought she was beautiful too. Everyone thought she was beautiful so I didn’t think much of it when I wanted to be closer to her. Thought I was just like everyone else,” he chuckles.

“When did you know it was something more?” Elvis asks.

They both look at each other and have this sly look on their faces.

Oh… you remember that moment it became so much more intense between you two.

“Well I… I invited him to my room to talk to him. His scent lured me even more and I wanted to be extra close to him. It wasn’t until I touched him… and kept touching him that I realized there was so much more here. My body wanted him to please me beyond my wildest dreams…He became my new obsession I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wanted to have him locked in my bedroom at all hours of the day. That was my plan actually, to keep him there til I had my fill and make him forget all of it. But as you know Elvis, you can’t compel them to forget anything,” she says heartily.

They both laugh at the notion and Elvis nods his head in agreement.

“Did you feel similarly with y/n Elvis?” She asks him.

He pauses and looks at you, analyzing your eyes and dragging down to your back and your chest. He takes a slow breath in before speaking.

“Yes, very similar. The pull she had on me from the start… all of that was the same. I tried not to touch her though. I didn’t want to repulse her. I tried to protect her from myself in any way I could. I was so starved I was so afraid I’d hurt her if I tried to take a bite.”

“But what changed…” Alexander asks him.

Elvis shifts uncomfortably and bites the inside of his cheek.

“Well uhh… I got upset at her… for something stupid that was my fault anyway. But something changed in me. The way I needed her…The way I needed her physically… it was so overwhelming,” he admits. He looks over at you longingly but adverts his eyes elsewhere to not be distracted. The more you learn about the first few days with Elvis will never not shock you. You didn’t know what he was feeling or what he wanted. He was smitten by you long before you accepted the truth.

Iris and Alexander exchange looks and nod their head in agreement.

“That’s how it goes. You don’t want to leave their side or anything,” Iris agrees, “I felt the same thing. It only makes it worse if you have them intimately,” she adds. You watch as Elvis squeezes your hand slightly at that comment.

“How did you tell him what you were?” You ask changing the subject.

“Once I realized I couldn’t compel him to forget anything, panic slightly set in. I knew one of our rules was for humans to never find out about our existence. It scared me and I didn’t know what to do. I went to the man who turned me, looking for guidance. I told him the problems I was facing with Alexander. He looked at me like I grew a second head. He knew the second I started to describe the feelings I had for Alexander made him my Chosen. I never heard of what that was. He had met many others like us but for them, it took centuries to meet their Chosen. After wrapping my head around that all, I went to find Alexander and told him the truth, I showed him my fangs and reassured him I wouldn’t hurt him. But I had to explain the bond, the connection we shared was more powerful than anything in this world. He accepted me for who I was and eventually let me feed on him. It seems like we got very lucky that we didn’t need to wait for centuries for each other,” she quips proudly.

Elvis looks at you lovingly, “we are lucky,” he coos.

“How did you tell her Elvis? Were you scared too?” Alexander asks.

Elvis instantly gets uncomfortable, letting go of your hand and standing back up. He fidgets with his rings, not looking at anyone in the eye when he speaks.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell her…” Elvis admits. He looks so uncomfortable telling this to these strangers in his living room.

“She walked in on me feeding off of a girl in my bed,” he admits.

Iris and Alexander exchanged shocked looks. You felt the room grow very quiet and uncomfortable. You didn’t want to relive that moment, it was hard to deal with. Everything changed in that moment. If you had actually listened to him and didn’t go in his bedroom, many things would have turned out differently in this journey… you couldn’t help but wonder the alternatives…

“How could you do that to y/n?” Alexander snaps at Elvis. Elvis shoots him a death glare, it petrifies everyone in the room.

“It’s not like I got any enjoyment out of it, believe me,” he snarls.

“But how could you still do that? You knew that y/n was meant for you and you still fed off of someone like that,” Iris presses.

“I couldn’t admit to her or myself that this sort of thing was real! I thought it was a legend! Something that happened a long time ago but doesn’t happen anymore,” he seethes. He steps away from you, seeing how his emotions are getting the best of him.

“Every time I fed off of someone, all I could think of was how she tasted! How bad I wanted her and only her. So don’t look at me like I'm some kind of ruthless monster. I hated myself for doing it. How I’d have her in my bed only hours ago and try to forget how much I needed her by drowning myself in someone else.”

It felt like your heart stopped. This new confession was shocking, to say the least. Nothing prepared you for the truth of what he might have done when you weren’t with him. His eyes looked sorrowful as he looked at you. It hurt you so much to see him be this way.

“How often would you do that…” you ask him.

He sighs heavily, “Baby please,” he whimpers.

“Just tell me. I can’t go back in the past and change it so it doesn’t matter. I just want to know the truth.” You say firmly.

“One too many times…” he says softly. Not the answer you wanted to hear but it was enough.

“I don’t know if you knew… but you’re not supposed to do that…” Iris says gently.

“Yes I’ve gathered that,” Elvis spats at her coldly.

They were looking at Elvis like he was the most vile creature they’d ever laid eyes upon. You felt your anger bubble up to the surface and snap.

“How about you tell us how to go about feeding instead of sitting there and judging him! He’s not perfect but he’s different now! So much has changed. If you’re going to judge him, you have to judge me too. I was engaged when I met him but didn’t care and let Elvis take me to his bed anyway. You’re in the twentieth century, learn to adapt,” you hiss.

Their faces are shocked by your blunt words. You weren’t going to sit there anymore as they continued to take little jabs at Elvis.

“We’re sorry for saying those things. We apologize for hurting your feelings,” Alexander says somberly.

“It’s fine,” you grumble, “can you tell us how you feed though? There isn’t any guidance in any book for us to follow,” you try to explain calmly.

“Well from what I’ve known and experienced from the different vampires I’ve met, you can feed however suits you but it’s a little different when you’re with your Chosen. As I’m sure you are aware, you only want your partner’s. Nothing is as fulfilling. You still should drink human blood every few weeks to keep your strength up and keep your hunger at bay. It can be from a human you compel but you don’t bite from anywhere but the neck. You don’t feel any need for humans other than their blood. There’s no pull to give them anything else. You make your interaction with them to feed as brief as possible. But the need for each other's blood will never go away, you’ll always be in need of one another. That’s just how your bond works.” She says. She suddenly looks at you inquisitively, analyzing your overall demeanor.

“You haven’t fed in a while. I can tell by the way your heart sounds,” she says matter-of-factly.

You’re annoyed you can’t hide anything from any vampire.

“I know. I couldn’t feed when Elvis was away. I was too nervous and didn’t have an appetite for anything,” you say defeated. She nods her head, understanding how you feel. She then looks over at Elvis too, giving him the same analysis.

“You haven’t fed either. You’re starving for her,” she tells him.

You watch as Elvis swallows harshly when he looks over at you.

“Yes of course. We’ve just been a little busy and haven’t had the time to,” he says uncomfortably. Alexander and Iris exchange panicked looks. You don’t understand why they look shocked. Elvis was saying the truth about it all.

“You haven’t fed from each other… at all?” Alexander asks. “Why aren’t you taking care of your wife?” He says looking at Elvis with disgust.

Oh no. Not good.

You stand up and step in front of Elvis and push at his chest as he looks at them with a deadly look in his eye.

“You do not get to accuse me of not taking care of my wife!” he barks over your head. “You better fucking watch it,” he growls.

“You left her unprotected and starved! Your only job for the rest of your life is to provide for her! You haven’t done that for her in this new life of hers,” he snarls at him.

“Enough! Both of you!” You snap. They both have the same reaction and look down at the floor listening to your command.

“Stop this! Stop accusing him of being a terrible man, Alexander. You know nothing about him. I have drank blood! It’s not like I’m on the brink of death. I’ve just drank from blood bags… why is this a big deal?” You ask growing increasingly anxious and frustrated.

“Well,” Iris begins to say nervously, “That’s the final step of your change, it’s to drink each other's blood, securing the bond for life. What you drank out of him while you were still human wasn’t enough. You have to be fully changed and then drink his blood to secure your bond to him.” She explains.

You feel like you just got punched in the gut. It made you feel sick that you weren’t technically bonded with him. If you hadn’t started fighting with him, you wouldn’t be facing this dilemma. Another bomb hits you in the chest as you're sitting there worried out of your mind…

You can’t feel Elvis’ emotions like you did the first day you were changed. You can hardly feel anything. You go to sit down again, needing to calm down and get a grasp on this information. Elvis grabs onto your hand and you look up at him. You expect to feel the worry roll off of him but you don’t feel much at all. It scared you half to death.

“I can’t feel you… I can’t feel anything you’re feeling like I did before… it’s so faint.” You say scared. You look back at Alexander’s and Iris’ nervous faces.

“Yeah… that’s what can happen…” she says low. “You need to bite each other and it’ll be okay. The longer you wait, the harder it is to restore your bond. You could have easily been able to be compelled by another vampire while Elvis was gone,” she says regretfully.

Alexander nods in agreement, “that’s why we don’t like to be away from each other. You made to protect your other half. It feels physically ailing to be away for long,” he says gently.

It made so much sense why you felt so lost and empty when he left. The other half of you was being ripped out of you.

“When were you turned y/n?” Iris asks.

“May 17th,” you inform. She gives you both another wide-eyed look.

“And that was the last time you drank from each other? That’s so long ago…” she says confused.

“Well, I didn’t wake up for eight days after his bite,” you start to explain.

“Eight days? That shouldn’t be possible…I don’t understand…” Iris says lost in thought. “The only way for the change to be interrupted was if someone else bit you but that can be possible…”

You feel your mouth turn dry at the memory. It feels like so long ago but it wasn’t. The last memory of Raphael biting you was excruciating and the most pain you’ve ever felt. You would always hate him even in death that he did that to you.

“I was bitten by someone else,” you squeak out. They stare motionless on the couch, looking at both you and Elvis in shock.

You hear a growl form deep in Elvis’ chest at the memory.

“Who?” They ask in unison.

“The man that bit me, Raphael, abducted her and fed off of her, multiple times. He almost killed her along with her ex-fiancé,” Elvis seethes.

Iris turns her attention to you to speak, “How many times did he bite you? Where did he bite?” She asks a little frantic.

Your head feels a bit lightheaded and you have to take a few deep breaths before speaking.

“Everywhere. His bite hurt so much. He bit deep and tore my skin so badly. I had ugly scars everywhere,” you tremble at the memory. You instinctively remember where he bit you. You had to look at those marks every day and shield them from Elvis in any way you could for months. You raise your hand up to your chest, feeling the phantom pain of where those bites were.

You freeze.

You had to be delirious with thirst or so in shock with all this new information that you could swear you feel the raised scar of the bite mark. You pull down the collar of your shirt and gasp.

A prominent scar, a bite mark was red on your chest, the exact place where Raphael bit you.

You look at Elvis horrified, you have no idea when this got here but it looks just like it did when you came back from the hospital. Elvis stares angry daggers at the scar as his breathing becomes ragged.

“How long has that been there,” Elvis hisses.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t know. I haven’t noticed it,” you say dazed thinking to remember if you noticed anything weird before. He moves your hair to expose your neck and growls loudly.

“What does this mean!” Elvis snaps at Alexander and Iris. You raise your hand to cover your neck and feel the raised scar there too. You want to cry, this was all too much.

They can’t look him in the eye, his anger was so palpable and coming off of him in heaps. It felt like it was choking you.

“We don’t know exactly. I know for a fact that no one is supposed to feed from another person’s Chosen. That is heresy and that person would be killed for their actions. No one is even supposed to touch her except you,” she explains to Elvis. She cautiously stands up and lowers her gaze.

“Do you mind if I take a closer look at your wife’s scars? I won’t touch her I swear,” she says timidly.

“Fine,” he grumbles through his teeth.

Iris makes her way to you and kneels in front of you to get a better look at the marks. You hear her suck in a sharp breath as she inspects them. You pull your shirt down to show her that mark too. She looks at you with sorrow in her eyes.

“These bites… I don’t know how you survived them while you were human. These bites were vicious and cruel. It’s like…” she trails off lost in thought. You knew what she was going to say. You thought the same thing while he was biting you.

“Like he was trying to mark me as his,” you breathe.

She stays silent and nods her head. “This is so strange… I’ve only heard of something like this happening if-,” she says but gets interrupted by Elvis.

“What does this mean? Why is this happening to her? First, she didn’t turn right away and now these bite marks are coming back? I don’t understand,” Elvis says frustratedly.

Iris stands back up and is listening in thought. She paces a bit, collecting her thoughts.

“Forgive me for the lack of clarity but… you killed Raphael for this, didn’t you? For doing all of this to her?” She asks him.

“Yes of course I did. Cut his head right off,” he growls. Iris looks at him expectantly like she’s waiting for him to say more.

She swallows harshly, “…and you staked him in the heart right?” She asks gently.

You look up at Elvis expecting to see him nodding in agreement but instead, he turns three shades paler and his knees buckle to the floor. You grab onto his shoulder and try to get him to look at you.

“Honey?” You shake him.

He looks up and for the first time in a while, his eyes look dark.

Deadly.

Vicious.

On the hunt for blood.

His breathing becomes labored and his fangs descend down.

“You’re telling me, Raphael is alive?” He hisses.

“It’s possible… and it looks like it’s true with these scars reforming on her body. He has a tie to her it seems. Only someone so cruel and vile would inflict this kind of harm,” she says lightly.

“No!” Elvis yells, his fist slamming into the wall behind him. Pieces of drywall crumble down and a large hole is left behind.

“I’m not entirely certain though. It is just a theory. It looks like a huge possibility though. He would need a lot of help to be brought back to life, but it’s possible. The only way to truly kill a vampire is to stake them in the heart, with an ash stake in particular. Certain types of wood hold mystical properties that will keep vampires dead. There is no way of resuscitating them after that and since you didn’t do that… he might be out there somewhere,” she says walking back to the couch cautiously, looking at him with his fangs exposed like he was dangerous. You had to agree though, he was dangerous when it came to protecting you. He would do anything for you and should be feared.

“I-I-I didn’t know… no one told me and none of the legends go into that sort of thing…” he says scared. You try to recall the books you had been reading and you don’t remember any specifics of how to kill a vampire. You’re sure Elvis read every book there was and read it multiple times, he wouldn’t miss that crucial piece of information.

“It’s okay Elvis, it's not a widely known thing because we don’t want everyone to know how to annihilate us off this planet. Humans have always been superstitious about us and if they knew the one thing that can kill us, it would be a very hard life to live here,” she explains

Your stomach turned and felt like you could be sick. This was the worst thing you could hear. You had some sort of tie to that wicked, cruel man all because you let him bite you while you were human. You couldn’t believe any of this. It felt like the world was closing in on you and you were drowning.

“We’ll figure out what to do together. It’ll be alright. It’s not like he knows where you live,” Alexander tried to reassure.

“Everyone knows where I live you fucking-,” Elvis starts to yell but you quickly get up and try to stop him.

“Honey stop stop! It’s alright, it’s alright. We’re going to be fine,” you say trying to calm him down, He looks at you like he doesn’t believe a word you just said. Frankly, you don’t believe a word you said either. You had no idea if it was going to be okay.

“What do we do?” Elvis asks them.

“He’s going to come looking for her eventually, so it’s best to be prepared. Keep your guys on watch and keep everyone strong. So that means you two need to feed and complete your bond. That will help you get stronger and not let him have more of a hold on her or risk her getting compelled by him in any way,” Alexander tells you both.

Iris grabs his hand and stands up again.

“We should leave you alone for now. I know you both have a lot to discuss. We’ll come back tomorrow and we can talk more,” she says softly and starts to make her way to the front door with Alexander in tow.

The front door slams and you both are standing there motionless, stuck in complete shock. Elvis looks like he’s about to collapse again. He slowly walks to the staircase and sits down on the third step. His face is in his hands and his long legs are stretched out. He looks defeated like this. Your heart dies to see him like this.

You kneel in between his legs, “Honey, I-I’m so scared,” you whimper. He looks up at you and his fangs are gone and tears fall down his cheeks.

“This is all my fault. I’m so sorry for this,” he sighs.

“No honey that’s not true-,” you try to reassure.

“No. It is. I have put you in so much danger since meeting you and even worse, I left you alone for weeks, defenseless and starving. I don’t know why I keep fucking all this up with you. I’m so sorry,” he sighs.

“I understand why you left,” you say gently, “you were desperate for answers. I’m sorry that I started a fight that drove you to leave though. I’m sorry for that. I wish you could have told me how you felt in the beginning. I didn’t know about any of that you said in the living room,” you say sheepishly.

There’s an uncomfortable silence between you two and Elvis continues to not look at you. Your heart thumps nervously, waiting for him to say anything to reassure you.

“It was too sickening to admit to you. I couldn’t look at your face when I said it,” he pauses to look at you. “I can’t take any of it back but if it changes anything, I’ve loved you the second I saw you. I was too afraid to admit it, so I did some shallow things, and I’m sorry for that,” he sniffles.

Your heart breaks as you watch him sit there. You reach for his hand and squeeze it lightly.

“We’re not perfect, but I believe you. We can’t change the past… I know your love for me has always been stronger than I can possibly imagine,” you say softly. He lets go of your hand and wipes his face.

“I’m an idiot… I can’t keep doing this to you. You’re in harm's way yet again,” he pauses and looks at you for the first time. His eyes look like he’s looking right through you, “Maybe it would be better if you forgot all of this…compel you. Send you far away until I take care of Raphael once and for all and just start over with us…” he alludes.

Your heart stops. You stare at him blankly and can’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You stumble backward, not being able to be so close to him.

“E-Elvis…NO! What are you thinking! No!” You yell at him.

“I can’t cause you any more pain! And there is bound to be more pain with Raphael around! It’s going to kill me if he hurts you again! I can’t see that again,” he cries, grabbing your arm to still you. “I can send you with Iris and Alexander, I know they’d protect you-,” he continues.

“NO! I won’t let you do that!” You yell, getting up to your feet. “If you do that, I’ll never forgive you, Elvis! I promise you that!” You seethe, tears flowing down your face.

He stands up too, looking at you intensely. You can’t help but hold your breath, too afraid of what he’s going to say next.

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to put you out of harm's way,” he trembles.

“This isn’t the solution. I would never agree to that” you cry. “I swear I won’t forgive you if you make me forget a single detail!”

“Then what is the solution?! If he hurts you, or even worse, tries to kill you, I would die too. We’re meant to be together forever, tied together in our bond…the bond that I’ve only weakened being gone so long and not letting you feed…” he says mournfully.

“Stop please, I can’t live without you either. Not even for a second! I would always feel this giant hole inside my heart if you had someone compel me to forget you. It would be the worst pain I could ever feel,” you shudder.

You step closer to him with hurt eyes and an aching heart.

“We need to figure this out together, not pushing each other away. How many times do I need to prove that to you,” you say gently. He looks at you through tear-filled eyes and breathes slowly. You can feel the mood of the room drastically shift with the way he’s looking at you. You can’t tear your eyes off of him but there’s a small part of you that still trembles in his presence.

He takes a small step closer to you, then another and another, just until your chests barely touch.

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry. I felt so hollow without you these last few weeks… I don’t know how I would last another day,” he whispers, his lips so close to yours. You feel your heart flutter again, gasping for breath in his suffocating presence.

“I know,” you breathe, closing your eyes.

He gently caresses your arms, giving you chills down your spine.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for this.” He grumbles.

His touch sparks the dimmed light inside you and you want to touch him too. He moves his face to the side of yours and runs his fingers through your hair. He sighs slowly then takes in a deep breath, taking in your scent. You feel like you could crumble at his feet. The slightest touch makes it harder and harder to breathe. His fingers slowly drag down the length of your hair and his hand snakes down to your waist. Your breath catches in your throat as he does this, not ready for his intimate touch. You feel his teeth graze your earlobe and slowly drag it down.

Lord save me.

“Baby, I ache for you…” he gasps. You pull your head away from his and you try to look in his eyes.

He flashes his golden eyes to you and makes you weak.

“Fix me,” he whimpers.

“Y-you don’t… I don’t unders-,” you tremble as you feel him pull your body flush to his.

“Make me whole again… Please,” he sighs squeezing you tighter. “Forgive me for all of it.”

Your breathing feels ragged and like an involuntary reaction, you pull at his arms to hold you tighter. He places a kiss on your cheek and you feel the heat linger there. His hand tangles in your hair again and you feel him become more desperate.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“I know, it’s okay,” you say back.

He quickly picks you up by the back of your knees and lifts you off the ground, carrying you up the white carpeted stairs. He looks at you in his arms like you’re a wounded bird he found on the side of the road. His eyes bled so much sorrow and shame. They might appear golden right now, but underneath there was this cold, blustery storm inside of them that he was battling by himself.

He pushes open the bedroom door with his back and shuts it with his foot. He walks over to the bed and places you in the middle of it. You realize this is the first time you’ve laid in this bed since coming here. You didn’t want to get in it with Elvis around. He sits next to you, observing every inch of you as you lay there. He brushes your hair off of your chest and exposes your neck to him. You instantly cover up the scar mark with your hand.

“Forgive me,” he whimpers again, pulling your hand away from your neck.

“It’s okay,” you breathe.

He scoops his hands underneath your back and gets on top of you. You can’t help but wrap your legs around his torso, wanting him closer. He grumbles delightfully, relishing in the closeness.

“Feed on me,” he says in a breathy voice, “then let me make love to you. Please,” he begs.

“Honey I-,” you begin to say but he cuts you off with a kiss. This kiss was like no other. It was meaningful, passionate, and intense with fireworks exploding in your mind when you felt his lips. Oh how you missed his lips, those perfect plush lips that have you needing more. Your hands tangle in his hair, wanting him to stay close. You breathe in his scent, realizing how much you missed that too.

“Please,” he begs.

He takes his lips off yours and covers your cheek with kisses. He stops when he reaches your neck and you freeze. You didn’t want him to look there ever again. His thumb glides gently along the scar.

“Honey I’m so sorry,” he begins to say.

“Please don’t look. It’s too much,” you whimper.

He doesn’t listen of course and starts to lift up your shirt to see the other marks. You had to look away from him, you couldn’t watch his reaction yet again to those horrendous scars. You can feel his fingertips trace over the marks in a calculated and precise manner. You sigh and try to get him to touch you anywhere else but he’s much stronger than you and won’t budge. He slowly starts to cover your torso in warm, wet kisses, trailing up to your breasts and you melt away. You feel your heart start to race, getting even weaker the longer his mouth is on your skin.

“Feed on me,” he says low as you feel his hardening length press against your core. You grumble at the sensation and moan softly. You pull his neck closer to your mouth and try to focus. You place a kiss on the spot you want to bite and hear him groan slightly. You try to get your fangs to descend and feel the pull of his scent to beckon you for more. You feel your teeth sharpen and your sensations get overloaded with need for him. You place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him closer to sink your teeth into him. You pierce his skin and he groans heavily. His blood spills into your mouth and it tastes like heaven. It’s better than you remembered and all the blood bags you drank put this to shame. He tasted so sweet yet savory. So satisfying and yet you’ll always need more.

You groan as you swallow mouthfuls, feeling so content and happy. You feel his hand slither down to the button of your pants and undo it, sliding the zipper down too. He feels your heat radiate from your core and puts his hands into your panties. You hold onto him tighter, knowing you’re going to be ultra-sensitive when he touches you. His fingers find your clit and rub it in soft, concentrated circles.

A fire ignites in you and you groan. You weren’t going to stop feeding until he told you to. You hadn’t felt pleasure like this in your entire life. It was strangely erotic, the way you wanted his body and his blood to appease the undying need for him. You hold him tighter, as you feel his finger tease your entrance. You were wetter than expected and he groans softly. You moan into his neck and carefully take your teeth out of him. Your entire body felt like it was tingling, buzzing with an electric wave that flowed between you and him.

He lifts up his head and hovers over you. His eyes drink in your needy body as you gaze at the bite mark you left on him leaking with blood. It made you thirsty again. He pulls your pants down swiftly and uncovers the remaining scars left behind.

He trails kisses up your body until he’s back at your lips.

“Can I make love to you now? Please,” He asks softly. You feel your heart fly out of your chest by the request.

All you can do is nod your head and tear at his shirt, ripping it clean off of him. He would normally make a snarky comment about how that’s his favorite shirt or something but not tonight. The mood is very different in here. He sheds his pants off and climbs back on the bed with you. His hand rubs your tummy lovingly and looks up at you with care.

“I need you,” he whimpers.

He doesn’t have to say much else to drive you crazy. You put your hands on his hips to get him closer. He gently rubs his length through your wet folds, causing both of you to groan. You were more sensitive than you were expecting. Every sense inside you was heightened and you can only imagine this is going to be like the first time he fucked you. So completely overwhelming and needy.

You watch as he teases you, covering his tip in your wetness. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan in agony. You can’t help but ball the comforter in your fist as you anticipate him entering you.

“I’m gonna love you nice and slow, okay?” He says low and sultry.

Please God yes! Please love me! That’s all I want, your brain screams.

You pop your eyes back open and nod your head yes.

That’s all you can do, there aren’t any words that can be said out loud. And with that, he pushes his cock inside you. He felt so good, it had been so long since he got to do this. His bedroom eyes are heavy with lust as he watches you underneath him.

He places a kiss on your lips, groaning as he does so. He pushes in a bit more, your entrance stretching around him as it makes you gasp.

“Oh God,” you groan into his mouth, your fingers scratching down his back.

He places a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck. These touches can send you to heaven and he knows it. He kisses you more and each one leaves you more breathless. His hips move like only he can giving you more of his cock.

There was so much urgency but also tenderness from him. The way he was loving you was like his life depended on it. Maybe it did and he needed you this much.

“I missed you,” he groans into your ear as he moves deeper inside you.

You can’t handle him, he is making you a total puddle underneath him. You continue to hold onto him tight and enjoy every second of this. Elvis places a kiss on your forehead before looking at you with a familiar glint in his eye.

He was starving.

It made your heart gallop uncontrollably and quite frankly, it made you starved too. You could wait though, you wanted to take care of him too.

“Bite me,” you whimper. He responds with a groan and plunges his length fully inside of you making you cry out for him. Your walls squeeze around him momentarily as he moves more inside of you. You need to gasp for breath as each thrust of his makes you immeasurably weak. Looking up at him stunned, he continues to gently swivel his hips into you and makes you moan his name louder. He can’t help but smirk when he watches you get physically pleased by him.

“Honey please,” you beg him, trying to get him to lean back into your neck. He doesn’t listen to your directions right away, there is this restraint to him. You sense that he’s timid and shy throughout all of this.

“I’m starved, honey. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says weakly. You claw at his arms and moan frustratedly.

“Please, just bite me. I can take it,” you groan.

His chest heaves as he looks at you and he grabs a hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. It was like a switch flipped and the mood of the room shifted dramatically. You can feel how needy he has become and how hungry he is for you.

“Fuck darlin’, I needed to hear that,” he groans. His hips grind into you harder making that coil inside you tighten with every thrust of his cock. He looks at you so intensely and keeps his slow pace that is agonizingly satisfying for you. You bare the side of your neck to him and hope he takes the hint to bite you there.

You close your eyes and feel his teeth gently sink into your neck, making you suck in a sharp breath. You don’t know what to expect but you know it wouldn’t be painful like last time. And you were right. This strange frenzy develops inside you and your pleasure skyrockets. You loved how he felt drinking from you as he buried his cock deep inside of you. You couldn’t get enough of this and you could feel how much he loved this too. Your heart soars knowing your bond together is only strengthening. Elvis groans deeply as he drinks your blood, his grip on you getting tighter.

He pauses and takes his fangs out of you.

“Oh honey, you are so delicious,” he grovels.

“Take more baby,” you tell him breathlessly.

He licks his lips slow and sultry, thrusting into you a bit faster. He concentrates on your pleasure and the faces you make because of it, wanting to see you fall apart.

“You’re mine,” he growls, "fucking mine." He goes back to sink his teeth into the top of your breast. You gasp as he squeezes and sucks on it. He quickly takes his length out of you and you groan in agony, your walls fluttering in need of him once more. He trails kisses down your breasts and moves down to your tummy, biting there and groaning. Every kiss and bite from him was so overwhelming. Pleasure skyrocketed through you and couldn’t help but cuss his name. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to mark you as his in a very apparent way. You believed it, your heart and soul knew it but for anyone else that might glance your way, he wanted them to know too. You moan his name and look down where he’s going to bite next. He examines the scar on your thigh and grumbles displeased. He takes another bite there, squeezing your thigh tightly and groaning when he tastes you.

His bite marks that he made were left leaking and spilling onto the sheets. You had to pray they would heal quickly and everything was going to be alright. Elvis licks up your thigh and looks at you once again. His eyes are much more soft and his demeanor is calmer. Lastly, he takes your wrist and bites there, grumbling to himself pleased at the taste of you.

“Thank you, honey,” he sighs, “I can feel you again. I can feel how much you loved that.” He says relieved.

“Mhmm me too,” you smile at him, feeling his heart soar with happiness and relief. You pull at his arm and make him get closer to you.

“Please, I need you,” you moan.

He gives you a soft smile, “what do you need baby?” He says low, his voice gruff and sultry.

“I need you back inside of me,” you beg.

He nods his head at you and grabs onto your hips tightly, pushing his cock into you with a groan. You cry out for Elvis and writhe under him.

“Jesus mama you feel so damn good,” he groans, continuing to thrust slow and concentrated. “So fucking wet for me.”

With the way he feels and those lust-driven words coming from his mouth, you can’t hold on much longer. You wanted him to make you come apart. He looks so good while he fucks you; his hair tussled against his forehead, the low groans he makes when his cock is deep inside you, the way he lets his head fall back to the ceiling as his eyes roll back in pleasure. His neck was perfectly bared for you to bite him. You wanted him so desperately, that it made it hard to breathe. Your hips match his thrusts, needing him to fuck you harder. You look at him with pleading eyes and it’s like he heard your thoughts when you feel him move a bit faster and rub your clit.

“Fuck yes,” you cry out.

“That’s it, baby, let me feel you come,” he beckons, thrusting deep inside you. He pins your arms down again and nips at your neck.

“Come for me, please,” he growls in your ear. “I need you.”

You gasp at his words and beg him for more. He groans deeply and fucks you harder, making you see stars. Your walls squeeze around his cock and rock into every thrust he gives you. Every limb tingles with pleasure and you moan loudly for him. It felt so different than the last time you were with him. You were so much more sensitive now and craved him like never before. He takes in a sharp breath through his teeth and moves slower in and out of you.

“FUck, sucha good girl. I want to come deep inside you now,” he groans loudly. You need him to do that, the way his body ached for you was overwhelming, and wanted him to feel pleased like never before.

You twist your arms out of his grasp and it surprises him you were able to do so. You grab onto his shoulders and push him to the side, making him lay on his back quickly. You sink down on his cock once again and groan when he fills you again. He looks up at you wide-eyed and needy. His chest heaves and he grabs onto your hips to help you ride him.

“Shit baby yes, nice and slow,” he groans, rocking your hips back and forth on him. You gasp and nod your head at him, grinding slowly on his cock.

You cup your breast in your hands and roll your nipples in between your fingers, sending a zing of pleasure through you. Elvis can’t tear his eyes off of you and you can feel him grow desperate for you. You tease him, touching yourself more and making him watch. You look down at your hardened nipples and see the blood spilling from the bite mark he made. Your finger swipes up the trail of blood and place it to his lips. He opens his mouth gladly and swirls his tongue around your finger, sucking on it to make sure he licks all of your blood clean off. He groans and his eyebrows furrow as he looks up at you. Rocking your hips more, you know he needs to come. Your heart pounds away as you watch him and you feel his cock pulse deep inside you, groaning your name as he comes. You move faster and he holds onto your hips. His hips move off the bed to meet every thrust you give him making you want to come again.

“Fuck baby… so good, so good,” he whimpers. You smile pleased that you have him so weak for you.

You lean down onto his chest and make him bare his neck to you. This incessant thirst you have for him consumes your thoughts and you take a bite from his neck, sucking his blood happily. You hear him growl low and moan your name again.

“Good girl,” he whimpers. You take a few more gulps and take your mouth off of him, needing air. You felt so light and weak and yet, stronger than ever. It was such a strange sensation and you can see Elvis feels the same. He wraps his arms around you tightly and keeps you on his chest.

You both lay like this for a while, not wanting this moment to end.

“I love you,” he whispers in your ear.

“I love you too,” you sigh.

“Everything is going to be okay,” he says softly.

“I know,” you say. You didn’t want to think about the future, you just wanted to live in this moment with him forever. You had to have hope that his words were true, everything was going to be alright and you both could have a peaceful and happy life together.

You push yourself off of him to look into those beautiful eyes of his and he smiles when he sees your face.

“The bite marks I made are healed honey,” he says pleased, rubbing his thumb gently along your neck.

“Good,” you smile. You start to get off of him to lay next to him but he stops you and keeps you on top of him.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you,” he says devilishly. You feel your heart skip a beat and he pulls you close again, covering you in kisses.

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hayanwulf · 5 months ago

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Hayan does prompts? Hell yeah! Expect me to come up to your window like in a drive-through.

I‘d like to order FrostIronStrange. We need more of that. Something like „Why can't we ever do normal people things for date night? Like dinner, or a movie? Why jump straight to axe throwing?!“

Aahhhh okay, I’m finally feeling well enough to, like, setup a routine for answering prompts. Hope y’all enjoy stalking my page.

I do not think this is what you expected when you gave me that prompt, but oh well, this is what the muse served..

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Tony scoffed. “Sedalia clearly doesn’t know how to have fun. He should let Egil set that moron’s wagon on fire.”

“Indeed,” Loki agreed all too gleefully, smirking as he cast a side glance at Stephen.

Stephen simply rolled his eyes and turned his focus back on the stage, watching the play.

Loki had written this original play himself, and this was New Asgard’s first ever literary and arts fest. Loki had pridefully relayed as such to Tony and Stephen when inviting them. And though the live performance theater stood under an open sky, the illusion magic was so seamless here that one would think they had truly been teleported to Vanaheim.

The two Vanir characters on-stage bore striking resemblance to two certain people Stephen knew... Egil was intelligent, a curious creature, always ready to learn new things, always trying to push everyone and his own limits with his acts. Sedalia was unmatched in healing and rune magic, always the wiser of the pair, always pulling Egil out of the holes he dug himself.

Tony had been commenting non-stop since the very beginning of the play, and Stephen didn’t think he had seen Loki this giddy since Thanos’ attack.

A smile grew on his face as he listened to Tony’s commentary. He was pretty sure that they were being annoying to the Asgardians sitting near them, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Soon, however, they were interrupted by a loud chorus of cheer from somewhere to the left of the theater.

Stephen and Tony turned to look what was happening, and found that there was an axe throwing competition not far away from the theater. Stephen was mildly annoyed; who would put that in a literary and arts fest?

Asgardians.

He shook his head and focused back on the stage; Tony did the same. Egil and Sedalia were being creepily stalked by a light elf in the dense forest.

“I’m calling it, it’s the third MC,” Tony said.

“You sound too confident about it,” Loki replied. “He could be the antagonist.”

“Nah. Pretty sure the antagonist is that big ugly guy we saw at first with the sob story of his planet dying.”

There were loud cheers again, interrupting their immersion. Stephen could feel irritation rising up in his chest. Tony turned to look again, Stephen didn’t even bother, his eyes fixed on the light elf who was sneaking closer and closer to Egil and Sedalia, building up a thrill scene. Tony then craned his neck further to their back, which made Stephen frown and turn around as well.

Some of the people were leaving the theater.

They were leaving to go to that cursed axe throwing competition.

Tony and Stephen shared a look, then glanced at Loki sitting on Tony’s other side. Loki’s eyes were on the stage, watching his characters, but they both knew he had to be knowing what was happening.

Stephen leaned down to whisper, “Their loss.”

Tony inclined his head in agreement. This play was a masterpiece, and anyone willing to leave it halfway was a fool.

Tony went back to rambling about the scene. “He’s not as good at hiding as he thinks he is. Sedalia clearly knows he’s there.”

“He is excellent at hiding,” Loki refuted. “This simply proves how adept Sedalia is at his magic and sensing his environment.”

On-stage, Egil was rambling much like Tony was right now, while Sedalia subtly put himself between Egil and the light elf, interpreting the new presence as a threat. His hands lit up with magic. Now he was outright glaring the light elf’s way, provoking him.

But the light elf did not move from his hiding spot, curiously observing the healer.

Sedalia raised his hand to cast a blast of magic, and then—

Loud applause boomed through the air a third time, it was so loud that it even drew the actors’ attention and they turned their heads towards the source, play and roles forgotten.

There, at the target zone, Thor stood bellowing in victory with both hands in the air. On the wooden target, the axe was lodged right on the bullseye.

The actors quickly remembered the roles they were supposed to be playing. Sedalia attacked the light elf, who got hit square on the chest and landed flat on his back.

All the actors froze at that.

Which meant that it was unscripted. Which meant that the light elf actor was supposed to dodge it, but failed.

Tony facepalmed, while Stephen just shook his head in pity for the poor performers. Loki, though..

Loki looked to be at the precipice of losing his patience, face carefully kept neutral, but eyes radiating fury.

“Forgive me,” Loki spoke, suddenly getting up from his seat, and turned to them. “I’ll return shortly.” And with that he strode away in quick steps.

Both of them called out to Loki, but their calls were not acknowledged. They turned to each other.

“What are the odds that someone will be murdered tonight?” Tony asked.

“I’d say pretty high,” Stephen replied.

They both got up in unison and ran after Loki.

It was fair bit of struggle to wade through the crowd of Asgardians now gathered around the target zone, watching and cheering. Eventually Stephen got annoyed enough that he started to fling people out of their way with magic. Tony watched him with amusement. Stephen didn’t feel bad in the least; besides they were Asgardians, they could take a bit of being flung around.

Arriving at the heart of the target zone which was empty but for a few people — a stark contrast to the large circle of Asgardians completely surrounding its boundaries — they saw Loki standing aligned to a target. Thor stood off on a side, a somewhat sheepish look on his face, as he observed Loki. Oh yeah, Thor was definitely the culprit responsible for this competition.

A man came to Loki, handing him a large axe. Loki held it, scrutinized it, then promptly tossed it away towards the sky without looking. The axe landed somewhere behind the crowd, destroying something by the sound of it. Stephen hoped no one got hurt, but there were no shouts of pain, so it was likely okay.

Loki summoned one of his blades in a hand. He let his magic flow through it, tendrils of brilliant green snaking around the blade. His weapon transformed, the hilt growing longer, the blade splitting to two that both grew out into two large, heavy, symmetrical wings. Loki’s axe looked magnificent and perfectly balanced in his grip.

He positioned himself a distance away from the target, but wait.. there was more magic. Stephen squinted, trying to guess what, exactly, was Loki aiming for here.

Hopefully not his brother.

Loki swung his axe with an impossible amount of power. It flew into the target and shattered it into pieces, but didn’t stop there. It continued, destroying the protective barrier behind it, then the backup barrier behind that, and finally crashed into a stall of weapons before its momentum died. Stephen thought he saw broken pieces of several axes scatter all over the ground from the impact.

For a moment, all of New Asgard seemed to fall in utter silence.

Then everyone cheered deafeningly loud for Loki.

(And if Stephen knew of Loki’s foul play with magic, he didn’t point it out.)

His shoulder were slightly shaking with restrained laughter as Loki haughtily made it back towards them, while Tony had that smug smile on his face that spoke ‘Good job!’

“Ah yes, axe throwing,” Tony said dryly, “How romantic. Why didn’t I think of that first?”

“Clearly your genius doesn’t extend—”

“Loki!”

The trio turned in unison to where Thor stood by the (now destroyed) stall of weapons, holding an axe which was no longer an axe; both its wings had fallen off.

“You’ve destroyed all the axes!” Thor shouted over the cheer of the crowd.

“Whaaaat? I can’t hear you!” Loki yelled back, then quickly turned to them. “It seems the play is getting postponed, how do you feel about something else for date night?”

“How about some axe throwing?” Stephen snarked.

Loki turned to see Thor rapidly approaching their group, then turned back to them and grabbed each of their arms. “Beloved, your portals could be really useful right about now.”

“Hey hey, what’s the rush?” Tony said with barely restrained laughter. “I want my turn at this now.”

“Yeah, Loki, even the Cloak wants to try.”

“Loki!” Thor was almost here.

Loki looked back at his brother once, then focused back on his partners and let his magic flow through them, preparing to teleport all three of them together. Stephen finally took pity and opened a portal under their feet, dropping them in their personal quarters in the Compound and closing it after. The last thing they saw through was Thor’s raged expression.

Tony burst out in laughter.

Loki just scowled at Stephen for a moment, feigning betrayal. The Cloak reached up for Loki with a corner and patted his cheek. Loki swatted them away in offense.

“Can we ever, for once, have a normal date night?” Tony asked, half his body lying flat on their bed when he was done with his laughing fit.

“At least this was entertaining,” Stephen commented, sitting next to him as the Cloak flew off his shoulder. “And there were no villains interrupting us.”

“I don’t know, pretty sure Thor easily qualifies for that role here.”

Stephen considered it, then agreed. “Okay, he does.”

“And he got served justice.”

Stephen snorted.

Loki was slowly pacing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a scowl on his face. He spoke nothing.

“Oh come on here pouty face,” Tony beckoned him.

“I’m not pouting,” Loki said, clearly pouting.

Tony and Stephen shared a look.

He’s a total drama queen.

Yes, he is.

They both got up and took an arm of Loki each, dragging him towards the bed.

“Y’know, we still have some other, very exciting activities for date night,” Tony whispered seductively, making Loki sit down on the bed. “Isn’t that right, Sedalia?”

“Yes, Egil,” Stephen agreed, snapping his fingers. All the windows of their room turned opaque. “And no one will be around to interrupt us for it.”

Loki huffed, his previous bad mood disappearing but still trying to be difficult about it. “Fine, only because I want to stop thinking about that oaf that sabotaged my play.”

“Oh, that’s very easy, babe,” Tony said, pushing Loki down on bed, and Stephen added, “By the time we’re done, you won’t be thinking at all.”

#frostironstrange #ironstrange #frostiron #strangefrost #hayans tumblr shorts #stephen strange #tony stark #loki laufeyson #fic #mcu fanfiction #date night got ruined #rip lokis play #poor actors #imagine being the actor in a play in middle school but then u forget your dialogue and go oh shit

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lightwise · 9 months ago

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TBB S3 E4 Recap and Reaction

- Poor Crosshair keeps getting stuck on cold planets.

- Batcher banging on the chair ready to get out 🤣🤣

- These shuttles are really interesting to me. It’s rare to see a ship that size that can be piloted by two different people.

- Baby girl, I totally understand your logic in wanting to pull the data logs to see where Tantiss actually is, but given how tactful we know Hemlock has been so far in keeping his location hidden, most likely it wouldn’t pull up anything.

- What a dreary spaceport. Feels very Andor and very like Norwegian Star Wars.

- The level of snark that Omega is giving back to Crosshair is cracking me up. We don’t see her showing this level of talking back or being sarcastic with any of the other Batchers, which proves my theory that Crosshair’s constant level of highly annoyed at everything around him brings out the sarcasm in everyone else he encounters.

- Love that his knowledge as a former imperial is coming to play to help them.

- Also love that Omega was the one to recognize that they need different clothes (and the obvious pan of the camera on the clothes hanging on the line in the first shot of the spaceport to accentuate that fact).

- Quilted clothes in Star Wars is my fave (yes more Andor parallels).

- The uplilt and little scoff that Omega gives and the look she gives Batcher after Crosshair snarls about bringing “the hound” along is PRECIOUS

- Also Cross and Omega cross their arms the same way. Okay okay I’ll never be over their dynamic here.

- Crosshair’s trucker hat/scuba apparatus is hilarious. He doesn’t look too bad though. Surely he’s at least warmer now.

- The credits negotiation omg. I love how Cross is just waiting for this to play out before he makes a move.

- YES omg are my baby girls strategy skills FINALLY coming back into play??

- Oh no no no no no this kid is going to rat them out isn’t he. You guys need to be more mindful of your surroundings!! Ahhh (okay I’m glad this didn’t happen).

- Honestly at this point Crosshair would be me as well. Just lots of very annoyed sighing.

- I love that Crosshair is getting to see all the things about Omega that the other boys know already, but he hasn’t had a chance to witness yet. We know she can wipe the floor with most people on strategy games/gambling.

- Yep nope this captain is not good news. Don’t get distracted by ranting about Imperial bribery, don’t do it, don’t….*sigh* I hate the Empire so much.

- Oh no this is so bad! I swear WHY is every imperial such a slimy self aggrandizing POS.

- Aww Crossy hunched down at almost table level ready to tear the room apart if anyone touches his baby sister. Adorable murder kitten. 😸

- Also Crosshair when all of this is over: where the HELL did you learn to gamble like that!?! Omega: 🤷🏻‍♀️😇😁

- Also also what game are they playing? Those cards are beautiful.

- Oh no they’ve found the shuttle already. Dear god this episode is so stressful!!

- CROSS!DAD IS OFFICIALLY CANON lmao

- Okay I was hoping Omega would let him win bc this isn’t going to go over well

- Whoa I didn’t actually expect him to concede. Maybe he’s not quite as slimy as I thought. Doesn’t matter though, the shuttle will give them away regardless.

- Of course. There it is. Let all the seedy businesses thrive as long as you get your fine out of it. Ugh. This is paralleling a lot of imperial activities in Rebel Rising and the Ahsoka novel as well.

- I also love how Omega uses touch with Crosshair to calm him down and communicate with him.

- Whoa I did not expect Omega to throw the credits and basically give Crosshair the choice of abandoning her or not. Nor for him to actually have to think about it for a moment.

- “My skills are being wasted” the boy does not like feeling helpless. I understand.

- This is going to give Cross some understanding of what Hunter has been going through the last few years. Especially if he ends up losing her.

- “Don’t push it” and the extra head shake after lmao.

- Geez this man is just lining his pockets every which way isn’t he. Despicable.

- “Alright, let’s try things your way” “Finally” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

- Animal stampede!

- Oh gosh is Cross going to get left behind??

- Aw he finally called her Batcher.

- We are clearly seeing how much Omega has actually been tempered by the rest of the Batchers being around her until now. The unfiltered combined powers of Omega and Crosshair at their most unhinged is maybe more than the galaxy is ready for 🤣🤣

- Also a very Andor reference with the captain being stampeded almost to death and having his gun kicked away from him in the melee

- NO WAY WE FINALLY GET AN IMPERIAL GETTING THEIR DUE BY CREATURE DEATH once again *cough cough* not a kids show

- Awwww Batcher licking Crosshair’s face. He’s so done for.

- They got away. Wow. I actually wasn’t expecting that. And with most of the money too.

- Okay. Smart girl. She did not pick Pabu.

- What an ending. Wow. So. Similar to Mando season 3 (which is also scaring me) — what the heck is the rest of this season going to be about?

- This reunion is everything. 🥹🥹🥹 the hugs. The running. The tears. The worry. The anger. The hesitation. The fear. The literal and metaphorical distance between their ships that someone will have to cross. They better not fast forward a millisecond when the next episode picks up I swear.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3

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hirazuki · 5 months ago

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I have really enjoyed reading about your fic WIPs! Would you tell me something about or post snippets from 'At Any Cost', and 'resistance', please?

Thanks so much, I'm glad you're enjoying!!! ♡

... neither of those is Tolkien, I'm afraid ^^; idk how interested you'll be in them or how much you know about these series, but here you go!

At Any Cost is a W.I.T.C.H. one-shot that's second in a canon-divergent series about what if, after obtaining Nerissa's seal, Phobos had simply split it back into its two original components, returning the Heart of Zamballa and only keeping the Heart of Meridian for himself, thus reclaiming the throne. I don't have too much written for this one unlike parts one and three that are almost complete lmao go figure

“I didn’t betray anyone,” he states. “I swore not to use Nerissa’s seal for myself, and I haven’t. I never said anything about the Heart of Meridian. I have kept my side of our bargain; will you keep yours?” Will hears Irma start to shout in protest and -- “I wasn’t talking to you.” His words are as rude as usual and his voice is as cold as ever, and he didn't even bother to look at the person he was addressing; his eyes have been trained on her this whole time. Will clenches her jaw and her fists, briefly, and then sighs. She is so damn tired. “Fine,” she relents. “However -- I’m coming with you to Meridian. In my capacity as leader of the Guardians of Kandrakar, I want to oversee the transfer of the throne to ensure it goes smoothly. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?” She throws Zambala’s pendant to Cornelia, along with a request to work on removing everyone from inside, as she walks -- stomps, more like -- towards Phobos and the portal he's opened. There is a loud, predictable cacophony -- objections to her going with him, objections to his claim; objections, all around. She barely hears it, over the beating of her heart and the pounding in her head, though her mouth makes automatic reassurances to everyone that she’ll be fine. “I wouldn’t dream of it, my dear,” Phobos replies, smirking, taking a mock bow and stepping aside. “After you.”

Resistance is a VLD fic set pre-series, which really only needs a firm hand of editing to be ready to post!

“Prince Lotor.” Lotor whirled around, drawing his blaster in one smooth move and pointing it at the source of the voice. His father’s information broker. “How did you find me?” he asked, weapon still trained on her. “Child’s play,” she replied. “If you really want to operate under the emperor’s radar, you’re going to have to do better.” Lotor frowned, ears flattening, the points of his teeth starting to show. “What do you want?” “For the moment? Safe harbor.” He cocked his head and raised a brow. “I’m on the run from the empire,” she said. “Oh, please,” he scoffed. “Do spare me the tales.” “It’s true,” she insisted, oddly calm for her predicament. “You are well beyond the reach of the Central Command Ship’s transmissions here, but if you pull up the logs on the fighter I flew in on, you will see there is a bounty on my head.” With a motion of a single hand, Lotor assigned one of the sentries in the room to go corroborate this information for him. He turned his attention back to her. “And what could you have possibly done to warrant that?” “I met with your father; spoke with him, even. The last time I’d seen him was when I had been a hopeful young recruit on Daibazaal and he visited the flight academy.” She shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “I’d heard rumors, of course; and had my own reservations about that witch that he's picked up.” Lotor slowly lowered his blaster until it hung loosely by his side, the surprise of being caught off-guard beginning to ebb away. “But with the planet’s destruction, the empire’s needs had me running mission after mission, far away from headquarters. My work required me to be constantly on the move, confirming my network, never having direct contact with the empire. I didn’t have much time to really think about what I was doing -- the empire needs quintessence on a massive scale, that much is certain -- until now,” she said, voice taking a hard edge. “I heard about the mining colony from one of my agents. I visited headquarters in person, uninvited. That is not the man I swore allegiance to.” Carefully, with painstakingly slow movements, she lowered her hood and removed her mask and looked him straight in the eye, chin raised. “I refused him and his witch any further services.” “You can’t honestly expect them to give up on hunting you,” Lotor replied, after taking a few moments to chew on her story. “You know too many of their empire’s secrets.” “Of course not. I’m a danger to them.” “And to me.” She smiled. “I don’t have to be.”

#thanks for asking!!#my writing #hira writes voltron #hira writes w.i.t.c.h.#lotor #voltron #phobos #will vandom #w.i.t.c.h.#(yes yes it's pho/will obviously come on y'all you know what i'm like XD)#fic: at any cost #fic: resistance #fic series: to the stars

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writingkeepsmewhole · 2 years ago

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Are You Afraid Of The Dark?

This is part 5 of Snow In The Dark. Been a while I know but hope you like anyway.

Fic Summary: Snow has never known who she was. Being raised in the streets made her strong but lonely. That changed when she met Jack them becoming as close as sisters. She thought she found her family. That all changes when she crashes on a planet with only one rule. Stay in the light.

Part Summary: Snow finds out about the dangers of the planet.

Riddick x OC Snow

Warnings: Language, slight abuse I think that’s it.

Let me know if you want to be tagged :P : @here4thespice

We all head towards the coring room. Johns taking the lead like it was his idea. One of Iman's boys was missing and Riddick suggested this place.

I quickly recognized the building as the one Jack tried to scare us at. We didn't get a chance to check it out before Johns called for us.

Johns shoots the chains off the doors making the doors smoothly open.

Iman rushes in, Johns telling him to go slow but not going with him.

Jack tries to follow. I quickly grab her before she can run in.

"Jack, wait. Just wait." I say her looking up at me with worry on her face.

Her eyes snap over my shoulder, her looking at something behind me.

I didn't have to turn around or ask. I could feel him behind me. My body is aware of him more than my mind has ever been aware of anything.

I take a breath to settle myself and smile at her.

She spins around to face the inside of the building, us waiting to see what happens.

Carolyn slowly steps into the doorway. All of us huddled around it as Iman moved around the room calling for the child.

I watch him walk towards a cabinet of some sort. The doors are slightly shaking. I jump when he pulls them open.

A swarm of winged beasts comes flying out, knocking him over. Johns and Carolyn quickly move to close the doors to the building, ready to trap Iman in there with them as the flying creatures rush towards us.

I feel an arm wrap around my middle pulling me back a few feet. I gasp from the sudden movement, my back being pressed into a hard chiseled chest.

The smell of him invades my senses. I don't get a chance to figure out what it is before he lets me go.

Everyone slowly moving into the room

"Iman." Johns calls out looking around. Carolyn right behind him.

Iman screams as the two of them rush over to him.

Jack rips herself from my arms running in. I follow her, stopping quickly as everyone looks at the fresh body in the closet.

It is mostly bone left. I can't help but make a face as I realize what happened. Those things ate him.

"Jack, come on." I say moving over to touch her shoulder.

"What happened?" She asks, turning around and hiding her face in my chest.

"Nothing good." I say holding her.

"We must bury him." Iman says solemnly. Him sitting on his knees in shock.

"I'll find something to wrap him with." Johns says I swear, almost sounding annoyed. Carolyn moves to comfort Iman.

"Come on, let's wait outside." I say, leading Jack outside.

Riddick leaning on the side of the building as we walk outside.

"I wanna help them." Jack says, looking at the other children.

I nod and smile at her letting her do what she needed to.

After they bring the boy out and begin their funeral I follow Riddick back inside.

Johns, Carolyn and Sharon standing on a platform over the hole in the middle of the room. Johns lighting a flare and dropping it down. It falls down deep into the ground.

"What happened?" Sharon asks.

"Other buildings weren't secure." Riddick says walking under the platform.

Him crouching down to look into the hole. His goggles pushed up on his forehead. I follow him, seeing nothing but bones at the bottom.

"So they ran here. Heaviest doors. Thought they'd be safe inside. But they forgot to lock the cellar."

I look over at him wondering how he gathered all that so fast.

Hearing footsteps I look past him seeing Sharon approaching us as Riddick puts his goggles back on.

"Here." She says taking her oxygen off and throwing it at him.

Him catching it easily.

"What, it's broken?" He asks, throwing it down on the ground.

"No, there's still a few hits."

"Actually you asshole, I'm trying to say that I'm sorry." She says surprising me since she wanted to kill him just a few hours ago.

Johns stopped behind her looking at us.

"Okay." He says as if telling us to stop talking.

"Let's bored this place up and get the hell outta here." He says motioning us to follow him.

Sharon kicks the oxygen towards Riddick, her arms crossed as she walks off.

I don't focus on what John's and Carolyn are talking about. Johns just talking about staying out of the dark. Instead I watched Riddick bend down and pick up the oxygen. Him placing it around his shoulder.

I watch his brows wrinkle up as if he's dealing with something on the inside. I quickly realize no one has ever done anything nice for him before. My heart clenched at the thought. He was a street kid just like me.

He straightens up and looks over at me. I offer him a smile which he doesn't return. Him moving over to where Carolyn is playing with a diagram of the planet we were on and the ones around it along with the three suns.

"Eclipse." She says softly.

"A total eclipse."

"You're not afraid of the dark are you?" Riddick asks, smirking.

Despite not knowing him that long I knew that smirk. The one where he knew no matter what happened he was going to be just fine.

"We need to leave before it gets dark." I say, everyone turning to look at me.

"Let's go." Carolyn says standing up and going outside. Johns quickly followed after her. The others going with them as well.

"I need to go find Jack." I say, turning to look up at Riddick.

He nods but doesn't speak. I start to turn around heading for the door but stop when his voice fills my ears.

"A lot more people are gonna die before we get off this rock. Be sure you're not one of them." He says, making me look over at him.

"I will, because I'm not afraid of the dark." I say, watching a twisted smile form on his lips.

I return it without thinking of the tug of splitting skin on my lip reminding me of Johns hitting me.

Riddick steps closer to me. His presence consumes the space around me. I almost shiver. Almost. Instead I take a deep breath, something I'm sure he noticed.

He leans into me, his face inches from mine. I have to resist the urge to close my eyes. His mouth is so close to my ear I can feel his breath.

“You should take care of who gave you that busted lip.” He whispers, his voice rumbling through me.

“Or would you like me to?” He asks, making my stomach flip. A fluttering settling deep inside it.

I just got turned on by him threatening to kill someone for me.

I take another breath through my nose to calm myself down. This time the smell of him makes my head spin.

Charcoal, spice and something I can’t quite put my finger on. But it’s enough to make me want to reach out and taste him.

Instead I clench my fist and take a step away from him.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I got it.” I say, having no intentions on killing Johns but it got my mind off of wanting to climb Riddick like a tree.

“We should get started on leaving before it gets dark.” I say, taking another step away from him.

Him looking at me, making me wish I could see his reaction but I can’t for those goggles of his.

“I’ll find you later.” I say, earning a smirk from him.

I quickly spin around and leave the building.

‘I’ll find you later?’ I question myself feeling my face heat up from embarrassment.

Trying not to think about the alpha male that is Riddick I quickly make some distance between him and me. I decided to walk around for a few minutes to clear my mind before I found Jack. I knew my face was flushed and I didn’t want her asking questions.

I don’t know how long I walked around for.

Coming around the forgotten houses I’m stopped when someone suddenly grabs my arm jerking me towards them.

I let out a grunt when my back is slammed into the mettle wall behind me.

“What the heck?” I ask looking up to see Johns glaring down at me.

“What are you two planning?”

His other hand snaps up grabbing my jaw pinning me in place. I match his glare trying to pull my face from him. He tightens his grip so hard I feel like he's going to break my jaw.

“I’ll ask you again. What are you two planning?”

“Nothing!” I yell at him.

“Don’t lie to me bitch. You are planning something with Riddick. You have been doing it since we got here.” He says a crazed look in his eyes as he pushes himself closer to me.

“Let me go.” I say clenching my jaw as he tightens his grip both on my arm and face.

“Tell me and I will.” He says his breath fanning over my face.

“Let go before I hurt you.” I say earning a laugh from me.

“We both know you’re not going to do that.” “Let. Me. Go.” I say through clenched teeth.

“Not until you tell me what I want.” He says pressing himself closer trying to intimidate me with his size.

I close my eyes feeling the darkness start to drip into my mind. Tilting my head I try to fight it, knowing Johns would be dead when I came back.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes looking back up at him. His gaze is wild and unfocused the way I’ve seen beggars on the street look. Johns was definitely a user of something and he was coming down from it.

When his finger tips dig harder into my skin I don’t stop myself from reacting this time.

With one arm free I use everything I have to hit him in the throat, at the same time my knee jerks up to hit him in the balls.

I don’t react as he drops to the ground holding both sites of impact, gasping for air as I crouch down over him.

“Touch me again and I will kill you.” I say, my heart racing.

Standing up I quickly walk away from him. This time it’s a completely different reason why I don’t go find Jack.

I slip into a nearby house hopefully away from everyone and go into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

It was small, barely big enough for the necessities. Looking in the mirror over the sink I take a shaky breath.

As the adrenaline leaves my body the ache in my jaw and arm find their way into my brain. That plus the angry red marks tells me what I already knew. They would bruise.

I take breath to calm myself, the darker side of me still hovering on the edge of my mind.

“You're okay.” I tell myself my voice barely a whisper.

“Just get off this planet, survive.” I say, calming myself down.

I stay in the bathroom for a few moments then walk out. Leaving the house I head back towards the ship.

Jack runs up to me when she sees me.

“Hey I was- what happened?” She asks when she gets close enough to see the marks on me.

“It’s nothing. For now.” I say smiling at her.

“Did Riddick-?” She starts to ask, the look I give her is enough to shut her up.

“No, the cop did this.” I say looking behind her not seeing Johns anywhere.

“Stay away from him okay?” I ask, placing my hands on her shoulders.

“Yeah, okay.” She says, nodding.

Smiling at her I rub her cheek then pull away from her walking closer to the ship, to join the rest of the group.

#riddick #chronicles of riddick #richard b riddick #riddick fanfiction #riddick x reader #pitch black fanfic #pitch black fic #pitch black #snow in the dark

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omniblades-and-stars · 2 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY or some shit I dunno I'm not your real dad.

Bare feet thumped mutely on the decking behind them, moving at a sprint.

"Shepard!"

The Commander swung around, gun raised and finger carefully poised over the trigger. There was nothing.

"Did you guys hear that?" she asked Zaeed and Jack, searching back and forth across the space in the tight, modular laboratory set up in the corpse of a Reaper.

"Nothing but our boots, Shepard," the bounty hunter assured, but still carefully checked back in the direction they had been walking even as he said so. There wasn't enough space in front or behind for anything to get moving as fast as she'd heard.

"Didn't hear shit," Jack muttered with a shrug. "Can we get a move on? This place creeps me the fuck out."

"Yeah, let's keep moving," Jane replied and narrowed her eyes, checking behind them before taking point again and moving forward into the airlock that led into the greater, open area of the Reaper ship.

The ground shifted beneath their feet, nearly throwing them off balance and onto the floor. There was the unmistakable noise of a mass effect core cycling power. Jane would know it anywhere, and she had not imagined it.

"Normandy to shore party!" Joker hailed them over the comm.

"What's going on, Joker?" Jane asked through gritted teeth, regretting every choice she had ever made that led her here, to this moment. Standing inside of a dead Reaper that was clearly not dead enough.

"The Reaper's put up a kinetic barrier. I don't think we can get through from this side."

"Stuck on a fucking Reaper ship, Shepard?" Jack asked with barely contained disbelief.

Jane pinched the bridge of her nose and counted to three before resolving, "We'll turn it off from in here, this thing has to have an off switch somewhere. Right?" Please let it have an off switch.

"Don't leave."

Shepard twisted, searching for the source of the voice in her ear.

"At the moment of activation, I detected a heat spike in what is likely the wreck's mass effect core. Sending the coordinates now," EDI answered. "Be advised, this core is also maintaining the Reaper's altitude."

"Excellent. Just what I was hoping for. We hit the power button, we fall inside of a planet," Jane responded, exasperated and worried.

Joker cut in, "And that means everyone dies. Yeah, I got it."

Shepard motioned for Zaeed and Jack to ready up as she hit the button for the airlock door. "Joker, if you get us out of here, I'll throw you a party, the kind with strippers and lots of liquor." Perhaps if she joked, the scrape of fingernails at the back of her neck and the whispers in her ear wouldn't feel so real.

"You're the best, Commander."

"Shepard."

She led the trio into the belly of the beast. The angles inside the Reaper were wrong. There was so much space between the catwalk and the vaulted ceiling, and yet the slope of the walls gave her the impression that they were closing in on them. Long, enormous cables ran along almost every surface, and bright, white light shone out from the cavernous depths. Everything was tinged with a wrongness that set her teeth on edge. They walked in the mausoleum of a cruel and uncaring god, disturbing its rest.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? Do you understand?"

Her head snapped to the side, "What did you say?"

"You're so tired. Don't leave."

"Shit, Shepard, no one's said anything. You doing okay?" Jack asked, her eyebrows raised high, not bothering to hide her concern.

Jane clenched her teeth tight enough that her jaw ached. They shouldn't be here. It was wrong. Shadows moved in the periphery of her vision and -

This time, the slap of bare feet on thin, grated metal was undeniable, real. Shepard spun on her heel and blew the screaming husk into a mess of shredded "skin" and that strange, unnatural fluid that was definitely not blood. "They're coming over the sides!" she shouted, pointing at human shapes, climbing in distinctly inhuman ways up and over safety rails.

"Aren't you tired of the fight, Shepard? Is submission not preferable to death?"

#daisy screaming into the void #i stand firm in my belief that the derelict reaper should have been way creepier #h2h

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years ago

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter II: Like A Lover, Not A Dancer

masterlist | playlist | chapter I

summary: Your album release show goes off without a hitch. For you, at least.

tags/warnings: rockstar!reader x rockstar!gn!afab!reader, mention of reader having boobs (feel free to skip that), slow burn, pining, angst, steve is impartial and the bestest best friend forever. mentions of blood/bruises/injury (non specific)

a/n: please don’t hate me i swore i’d make this one a Real slow burn but idk how imma do that without taunting us all. Please reblog to support the author!

Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Eddie’s POV

Pacing the length of his living room, Eddie talks aloud, mostly to himself, while his band mates sit along the couch, unsure how to help him out of his spiral.

“How am I supposed to mentally prepare for this? This is the biggest tour of our lives, and it’s with the one person capable of throwing me off my game. The one person that knows all of my weaknesses, everything that makes me tick. How am I supposed to be the person everyone thinks I am? They’re gonna see right through that shit.” He pivots to face his friends, and none of them can make eye contact. “Suggestions would be super appreciated right now!”

Gareth speaks then, timidly, “Ed, man, they probably feel the same way. You know all there is to know about Y/n. You’re both gonna go to extreme lengths to avoid each other just to realize neither of you have anything to worry about.”

“Yeah, my bet is you’ll be talkin’ like old friends within the first week.” Jeff chimes in. The two chuckle, until they see the expression on Eddie’s face. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, his eye twitching slightly as he attempts to keep his composure. “It’s true!” Jeff throws his hands above his head in surrender.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that, man. They broke up with me, ‘member? ‘Course ya do, I slept on your couch for a month when it happened.” His words wipe the smile from his friends’ faces. “I can’t walk around hoping and praying they’ll want anything to do with me. That can’t be who I am.” Eddie flops into the recliner across from them, defeated.

Your POV

You land in LA at 2:00PM, and are immediately rushed into a rental car, courtesy of Elektra Records. You’d been to California only once before, when you and Eddie had hit a restless phase and took a road trip to visit Will and El.

Now, though, instead of a big, dirty van, you’re in a sleek town car, on your way to The fucking Roxy to attend your band’s album release party. It feels like every sacrifice you’d made in the last two years finally makes sense! The planets have aligned, and you’re on the right path, or whatever the fuck. So why does your heart still hurt?

Robin grabs your hand, yanking you from your inner monologue. “We’re in LA, baby!” She’s hand in hand with Lilith, and Sylvie’s tucked into your left side. Steve pivots from the front seat to address you. “The party starts at ten tonight, be ready by seven. Call my room if you guys need anything, I’ll call when you have an hour left.”

You have to commend him, he’s got the mom thing down. “Yessir.” You all nod in unison, stifling the very laughter that kids would bite back after a mother’s lecture. But you appreciate him, there’s a reason you wanted him taking care of you. “Your performance is scheduled for ten thirty, we probably have fifteen, twenty minutes of leeway there though.”

Your smile is practically smacked from your face. “Our what?”

Steve looks up from his itinerary, matching your expression. “Did- did no one tell you?”

“I figured you told them!” Sylvie accuses, and Robin nods. You can perform on a whim, far over your stage fright after the hell you’d gone through. Performing has become cathartic, and you love a big audience. But Eddie was going to be in that crowd, and for some reason that scared the shit out of you.

“You’ll be fine! It’s not a full set, just three from the new album, bing bang boom you’re cutting a cake with your face on it.” He slaps his hands together to emphasize his point. As if on cue, the car pulls up to the hotel you’ll be staying at, and the doorman approaches to help with your bags.

You and Robin are sharing a room, spending the afternoon letting all your stress out as you prepare for the night.

“I just don’t get it!” You say for what feels like the hundredth time that day. “Why wouldn’t they tell us sooner?”

“My only theory,” Robin begins before blowing on her freshly painted nails, “Is that they know your history, and knew you’d try to back out if they told you. But how would they?”

They wouldn’t, you think, not to your knowledge. You never mention Hawkins, but you know Eddie does. Has he brought you up? You shake your head, shooing the thought away. “Whatever, nothing we can do now!” You pick a few clothing articles out of your suitcase, turning to Robin. “Which one?”

She smirks. “You know Eddie’s gonna be there, right?”

You shrug. “So?”

“So!” She catapults herself off the bed, taking the tight black dress between her fingers. “These will drive him fucking nuts! And I know you know that.”

You feign ignorance. Of course you’d thought about that, but why should it matter? “We’re broken up, Robin. This isn’t about him. Now which one am I gonna ruin tonight?” You hold each one up to you in the full length mirror. “The red one seems like a little too much,” You mumble, “But the black one is super nice on the melons.” You gesture to your chest, snickering.

It pulls a giggle out of Robin. “Definitely the black one, then.” She nods feverishly, and you mimic her movements, a grin stretching your mouth open.

Eddie’s POV

The joint burns in his fingers, dangerously close to singeing his hair before he snuffs it out in the ashtray. The California breeze is warm, inviting, but Eddie’s mood can’t be lifted even by the nice weather. He reluctantly returns from the patio, slamming the screen door behind him, causing Gareth to wince. “You alright, man?”

Eddie glares at his friend, who huffs a response. “You gotta get over it, Ed. Be professional, all that shit.” Gareth shrugs his jacket over a red and black flannel. “It’s not a big deal. You’re coworkers.”

“I guess,” Eddie sighs, pulling his boots on, tying the laces tightly. He swipes his hotel key from the bedside table, and follows Gareth to the elevator.

When he reaches the lobby, he stops dead in his tracks. Ten feet in front of him, behind his band mates, you stand with your own. You’re wearing a black dress with a denim jacket layered over it, and heavy black boots. Your hair falls to your shoulders, the color bright and impossible to miss. It takes all of his strength not to turn and run, but somehow he manages to stay put.

Jeff approaches him slowly, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re good, man.” His voice is tired, and it’s only the first night of a very long three months ahead. Eddie nods, ripping his eyes from the back of your head. You don’t turn around, but the tensing of your shoulders tells him you know he’s behind you. He follows behind his bandmates, stalking out of the hotel room and into the car behind the one you enter.

Your POV

You can feel his eyes on you even after you get in the car. Sylvie puts a comforting hand on your shoulder as Robin grasps your free hand. You’re so grateful for your support system, you just wish you didn’t need it so much.

You zone out for the drive, trying your best not to think about the events lined up for tonight. More so, you’re trying not to think about how you’ll avoid Eddie all night. At your own party. That he’s attending.

Your legs start to bounce as the driver pulls around the back of The Roxy. The stage manager greets you at the door as Corroded Coffin pulls up behind you. You don’t dare glance over your shoulder, ignoring every urge to look at Eddie, and immediately let your guard down.

Instead, you part ways to your separate green rooms. Even though CC isn’t performing tonight, you assume they need the space to get away from rabid fans. It makes you slightly bitter, watching them get special treatment on a night that’s supposed to belong to you.

Lilith throws herself onto the couch in the corner. “So, I took the liberty of inspecting Eddie’s demeanor so you didn’t have to.” She taunts, crossing one stockinged leg over the other.

You pivot to face your drummer, a look of what you hope is confusion written on your face. “What?” She asks innocently. “You know I’m nosey! Anyway, he was doing everything in his power not to look at you. He caught me once.”

You chuckle. “Maybe he’ll think you’re into him and move on.” You turn back to the mirror, reapplying your blood red lipstick.

“Oh, shut up!” Lilith chucks a bottle cap at you, but it lands short. “I know you’re still into him.”

“I am not!” You really aren’t sure. You haven’t spoken in two years, mostly to make sure you didn’t give back in to him. You didn’t trust your own willpower.

“Five minutes, ladies!” A stagehand peeks her head through the doorway. You and Sylvie exchange an eye roll at her assumption. It doesn’t shake you, or even offend you, being called a lady, or a woman. You know it’s not meant as an insult, but if people would just listen to your music, it’s not that hard to understand.

The DJ set ends, and he plays Sonic Youth’s Kool Thing as your walk out music, and you relish in the way the lyrics resonate: Kool Thing sittin' with a kitty / Now you know you're sure lookin' pretty / Like a lover not a dancer / Superboy take a little chance here / I don't want to, I don't think so / I don't want to, I don't think so. You peek around the corner from backstage, into a crowd of teens and young adults, some wearing your shirts, most of them already sweating.

When the song ends, the house lights dim, and the crowd gets impossibly louder. Robin throws her bass over her head, and gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Ready to knock ‘em dead?”

You smile at her, and extend it to the rest of your band. The four of you huddle together.

“Okay, guys. This is it. How we do tonight is an indication of how the tour is gonna go. Now, WHO ARE WE?”

“DEATH DANCE APPROXIMATELY!”

“I SAID, ‘WHO ARE WE?!’”

“DEATH DANCE APPROXIMATELY!”

You chant together, hyping yourselves up, building to an excited babble of voices overlapping. You grab your own guitar from a stagehand, and the four of you walk on to the stage to greet a screaming crowd.

Eddie’s POV

His eyes don’t leave you as you make your walk to your microphone. Your dress hugs every dip and curve of your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, not that Eddie has to imagine any of it. Your lips are dark, blood red, and your hair glows under the colorful lights. Your boots are thick, platform heels that lift you an extra three inches off the ground, giving the impression that you’d stomp out anyone that crosses you. Your skin is littered with tattoos, plenty more than the last time he saw you. They cover your arms and legs, heavy lines and bright colors. You look like an art piece, one Eddie could spend the rest of his life admiring.

He doesn’t recognize the song you open with, knowing it’s a new one off the album due to be released at midnight. Your voice hooks him in anyway; raspy, sounding angry, hurt, and like you’re singing right to him. Every fight you’d ever had with him, every night you’d wept in his arms, it’s all expelling from you on that stage, and he can’t help swimming in the pain it causes him.

Eddie gets it, the way a show can calm him in an instant, he can get every piece of aggression out of him without hurting anyone else. Watching you perform for the first time since breaking up is hypnotic, making his heart skip around erratically. He turns to the bartender. “Make it a double,” he calls over the music.

“What the fuck is up, LA?!” You scream when you finish your first song, and the crowd responds with shrieks. “We are Death Dance Approximately, and it’s lovely to meet you. Welcome to our album release show!” They scream again. “Please feel free to stick around until we unveil it. This is our first single, it came out last month. It’s called Pretty Boy.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. He never expected you to play the song again, let alone make it a single, but Pretty Boy had become such a staple song for both avid fans and casual listeners. Usually he can’t listen to it, but right now Eddie can’t bring himself to look away from you as you sing the song you wrote for him.

I hadn’t slept in several days, / I hadn’t been warm in weeks, / But after you had met my gaze, / I let my body breathe. / It felt less like a heart attack, / and more like coming home. / I let your body keep me warm, / so I don’t have to sleep alone. / Pretty boy, my heart is yours, / and I hope you’ll say the same, / Cause after all these lonely nights, / I just want to hear you say my name.

It’s crazy to hear the crowd sing with you, adding ambiance to your already angelic voice. Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat, and gulps his whiskey down to suffocate it. As you move into the third song, and Eddie’s about to call it a night, he’s approached by a group of what looks to be twenty somethings, girls about Dustin’s age now.

“Holy shit,” the short girl with spiky, purple hair squeaks, shouting over the music. “You’re Eddie Munson!” She covers her mouth, as if she’s spoken something forbidden.

Eddie scratches the back of his head and laughs. “Yeah, that’s me.” It’s a welcome distraction from the self torture of watching you.

“Would you sign my tits?!” a taller girl speaks, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders and her barely covered chest.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. It’s not the first time he’s been asked, but it never ceases to weird him out a little. “Uh, sure, got a marker?”

She hands Eddie a sharpie, and he signs her skin, leaning as far away from her as he can while doing so. They shout their thanks, and walk away squealing to each other. When he pivots back to the stage, you’re on your knees, singing right into the faces of the front row. What he’d do to have you that close to him again.

Your POV

You finish your third and final song of the night, leaving every ounce of your soul on the floor of The Roxy. When you’ve finished, you’re sweaty, smelly, and covered in glitter. Your makeup is smudged and running down your face, and your hair is tangled and sticking out every which way, but you’ve never felt better.

In the green room, Sylvie pops a bottle of celebratory champagne. “To our first sold out show!” You hold your glass up, and everyone clinks theirs together.

“Fucking awesome, you guys.” Steve praises, sipping his own bubbly. “I’m so proud of you guys.”

“Aw, you big sap.” Robin wraps an arm around his waist. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You join the hug, and your bandmates follow. “Thank you, Steve.” You say, quietly enough that only he hears you.

“Any fuckin’ time.” He breaks the hug with some minor objections. “Feel free to relax before making an appearance.” He checks his watch. “Just be ready before midnight, you gotta be in there for the cover reveal.”

You feel your heart speed up. The cover. Shit.

December 1985

“Whoa, dude, lemme see!” Jonathan and Eddie are examining his wounded hand. Jonathan brings his camera to his face, pointing the lense at Eddie’s clenched fist. “I’ll definitely be sure to get you this pic, might make a sick album cover.”

Eddie never did, in fact, get a copy of that picture. You did, though, and you’d made it the album cover of your debut: Tighten Up. And now you had to unveil that album in front of the man whose hand is plastered on it. Fuck.

The Roxy is thumping with loud music, now playing Mind Riot from the overhead speakers as fans mingle with each other, drinks in hand. You walk to the long table set up in front of the stage, where plenty of DDA fans grip their tour posters, waiting for you to sign. You’re still not used to the sheer amount of people in front of you, all there because of your music, your words.

“Okay, everyone!” Steve grabs the mic and makes his “I’m In Charge” announcements. “The band will be doing some signings, and copies of the albums are available to purchase. Please, don’t take too much time, I know it’s all very exciting but we have a lot of people to get to. Patience is key! Now, I know Y/n wants to address you before revealing the cover, so lemme pass the mic.” He hands you the mic, and you take a step toward your audience.

“Hey, guys!” You greet, and they respond with their loud, disorganized whoops. “Thank you so much for coming out. We hope we see you again tomorrow for our show with the CORRODED COFFIN!” The name drop gets its own applause, and you’re satisfied with the taunting. “But right now, without further adieu,” You grab the sheet that covers the canvas holding a blown up picture of the album. “TIGHTEN UP IS OUT!” You shout, and yank the cloth. There, in all its glory, is Eddie’s bloodied hand, rings and all, with the album title plastered over it in your chicken scratch. The crowd screams, and you have no time to wonder what Eddie must be thinking right now.

Eddie’s POV

What the fuck. He’s not sure if he’s seeing it right. His own hand, clenched in a fist, covered in some jock’s blood, on the cover of your debut album. He catches Gareth’s eyes, and makes an “I don’t know” face, that Gareth only returns with confusion. Eddie isn’t sure how to feel. Will people recognize his rings? Are their fans that crazy?

Before his brain can stop him, he’s walking further into the crowd, towards you. He doesn’t know what he’ll say, if he’ll even say anything. Instead, he watches you for awhile, talking to your fans like they’re your closest friends as you scribble on their posters and CDs, and pose for pictures. You look comfortable, at peace, and there’s no way he’d want to ruin that. He takes a gulp of his new drink, feeling the effects of the alcohol in his bloodstream.

“Hey,” It’s Steve, with a beer in his hand. “Sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t think it was my place. And to be fair, Y/n had no inkling you’d ever see it, especially like this.” He takes a sip, waiting for Eddie’s response.

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the clenching in his gut. “Nah, it’s cool. Really cool, actually. Didn’t know they still thought about me that much.”

Steve hands him a copy of the album. “See for yourself.”

Eddie grips the jewel case in his hands, and opens the album. The disc has the same picture printed on it, and the jacket unfolds to reveal the other picture taken that night, the one of his hand on your throat, covered with lyrics to songs titled Indiana, and Underneath Hell. He can make decent guesses as to what they’re about.

“Go say hi.” Steve shoves him a little, more playful than aggressive.

“Are you serious? I don’t wanna ruin their night.”

“You won’t,” He takes another swig, “I think it might make you both feel better. Cut the shit, get it over with. You’re gonna be stuck with each other all spring, might as well.”

Eddie downs the rest of his whiskey, letting the liquid burn his throat as the buzz takes over. Steve offers his hand, and Eddie gives him the glass. “Here goes nothin.’” He huffs, and disappears into the mob of fans. Many turn their heads, giving double takes when they realize who he is. He ignores the shouts to get his attention, not wanting to draw it away from you. Steve is only steps behind, guarding him from being grabbed at as he snakes to the front. Steve reaches the mic stand, and announces that the band is going to take a break, and to enjoy the refreshments. Eddie watches as you look from your manager, to your bandmates, and then to him.

Your POV

Eddie doesn’t look away when you meet his eyes. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and he’s chewing on his lip nervously. You look to Steve again. “What’s happening right now?”

“Would you just go say hi? Act like you know the guy a little.” He shoulders you, causing you to stumble slightly. “C��mon, the rest of you,” Steve addresses the band, “Go take a break, sit down, have some water.” Steve looks back over his shoulder, and waves Eddie over. “You two, go catch up in the green room or something. I’m not letting you both be fucking weird this entire tour. Mingle.” He’s being serious. He ushers you backstage, and finally separates himself to join your friends, leaving you alone with the only person you probably shouldn’t be alone with.

You crack open a beer and take a large gulp. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

chapter III

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lokigayforhela · 2 years ago

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Power-Hungry

TW: None

Rating: PG

W/C: 2521

A/N: Sorry for the long wait for this one! I was dreading having to write for a character that I highly dislike, and I doubt I did him much justice but I did my best! Fun fact: The planet reader is from is an actual planet from Marvel Comics (picked purely for name, no secrets to be found here). I hope this chapter was worth the wait! Enjoy!

Installment One

Installment Two

Installment Three

Installment Four

As the dust settled around you, you felt the last of the effects of the alcohol leaving your mind, your guard raising as Hela tightened her grip around your wrist, guiding you so that you were standing behind her as she shifted her hold on her weapon, now pointing it at the purple alien who seemed to be in charge of the group that had just made their way into the room.

For a long moment, there was nothing but silence, as everyone in the room seemed to be sizing each other up, save for Tivan, who seemed much more interested in seeing how this was going to play out right in front of him rather than getting involved in any way.

“You’re a long way from home, Asgardian.” The purple alien from before spoke, and you felt yourself shy away reflexively simply from the way he carried himself, as though he was the greatest thing to ever exist and everyone else should know this and respond in kind. You felt Hela’s grip tighten even further around your wrist. Despite the fact she wasn’t showing it, you knew she was just as on edge, if not more, than you were.

“That’s princess to you. Really, it’s Goddess, but you knew that already, didn’t you? Mad Titan.”

If the alien was surprised that she seemed to know who he was, he didn’t outwardly show it, even as he nodded slightly. “It seems we both know each other, then.”

“And are both after the same thing, as it were.” It was only as Hela said this that you looked more closely at the golden gauntlet that was encompassing his left hand, upon which you could see there were six little indentations on it, as though something were meant to be inlaid in each of them.

Six.

Like the drawings of those stones that Hela had mentioned she was looking for.

“Well, it seems only one of us actually possesses one. As it were.”

Your brow furrowed at his statement. Things were slowly starting to click into place in your mind, but you’d already taken note of the fact that his gauntlet held nothing in the insets made for the stones. Which meant he was either bluffing, or had the stone somewhere else. Perhaps somewhere a little safer than keeping it on him while he hunted for the others.

But to your surprise, he reached out to one of the members of his group, a creature with blue hair and two jet-black horns protruding from her head. She passed him a golden staff that was more than half her size, jagged and curved at the top and fitted with an orb that glowed blue, casting a faint, eerie light around it that made you feel off in a way you couldn’t quite understand or comprehend.

You felt Hela tense a little as he raised it, perhaps in preparation for an attack using the scepter or to ready herself to throw her already summoned weapon at him at a moment’s notice. Her grip around your wrist tightened further still, fingertips pressed firmly against your skin, and you swallowed thickly as you waited for something to happen or for the towering alien to say something.

Instead, the Collector, who you had completely forgotten was still in the room with you, made a strangled noise somewhere between fear and admiration, and everyone in the room turned to look at him.

“Almighty Thanos, you simply must tell me how you came into the possession of the Mind Stone.”

Thanos narrowed his eyes, and the Collector seemed to realize his mistake almost immediately, taking a regretful step back.

“Perhaps another time.” The calm answer would have felt less like a threat, if it hadn’t been paired with a sudden blast from the scepter, which hit Tivan and sent him tumbling to the floor in a crumpled little pile. You couldn’t tell if he was breathing.

And that made the situation all the more real.

And terrifying.

You were close enough to Hela that you could both feel and hear her breath catch as she watched the Collector lay motionless on the floor, her grip shifting around your wrist, nails digging into your skin in a way that should have hurt, but you were much too nervous to feel anything other than an overwhelming sense of dread. You couldn’t even feel yourself being drained from Hela touching you.

You allowed your gaze to linger on Hela’s face for a moment, trying to gauge how she was feeling by her expression, but she was as cool and composed as you’d ever seen, despite how tightly she was holding you and how quickly you could feel her heart beating with her back pressed against you due to your close proximity. However threatened she was feeling, she refused to show it.

“We have the Tesseract,” Hela stated firmly, with an air of confidence that left you cutting your eyes back to Thanos to see how well he handled the information.

He laughed.

A short, abrupt sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

“No. Asgard used to have the Tesseract. Your father sent it to the Terrans to keep track of. Not his smartest move.”

You glanced back at Hela in time to see her roll her eyes, and you would have smiled at the familiar gesture if you hadn’t felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest from sheer anxiety. “It’s safest with those that don’t know how to use it.”

“And much easier to get to. Thank your father for that, the next time you see him.”

Hela only scowled, clenching her jaw shut tightly as she glared at him.

Thanos seemed to be taking this momentary silence to study Hela appraisingly, and despite the fact that he wasn’t looking at you, you couldn’t help but to feel uncomfortable, shifting uneasily behind Hela, who smoothed her thumb against your wrist in a gesture that made your heart skip a beat, even as you kept your gaze on the alien towering over the both of you.

“You know, seeing as we both want the same thing, wouldn’t it make things all the more easy if we were to simply work as a team? Divide and conquer. Gather all the Stones quicker.”

Hela gave a scoff, and let go of your hand so that she could place a hand on her hip, fixing him with a gaze that you knew was meant to intimidate. You found yourself missing the feel of her hand immediately, and subsequently tried not to show it as you kept yourself positioned behind Hela so as to keep attention off of yourself.

“And why would I want to work with a Titan who believes that mass genocide is the answer to the universe’s problems?”

“Isn’t that what you do?” Thanos said the phrase flippantly, and the room was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop to the floor as Hela seethed, and this time you put your hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her before she said or did something rash.

“There’s a difference between conquering realms for their own good and murdering people for the sake of some fabled greater good.”

“The greater good is their own good.”

Hela made a disgruntled sound of disbelief. “Is it? Or is it just yours?”

Thanos said nothing to that, and was silent for so long that you were a little worried he was considering how he was going to kill her.

And then he looked at you.

“And what do you think?”

Before you could even answer, Hela stepped more directly in front of you, so that you were now entirely hidden from his gaze, her arm coming back around to shield you.

“She isn’t part of this conversation.”

“She’s present.”

“…She’s only a servant.”

The words cut you more than you wanted to admit, even though you knew she was trying to minimize your importance in whatever way she could to ensure your safety.

“And I’m speaking to her.”

As much as you knew Hela wanted to keep you protected, you feared that if she kept at it, she would get herself or the both of you killed, so you let your hand fall to squeeze hers gently before moving to step around her. Her grip lingered on your hand, and you wanted nothing more than to keep holding it for as long as she would let you, but instead you dropped it as you stepped completely in front of her, at a distance from her, but closer to her than to Thanos. You refused to put any more space between you and Hela than that. As it was, you were risking getting close enough for him to notice your powers.

As he continued to look at you with a sort of hardened curiosity, you realized he was still expecting an answer from you, and you swallowed thickly, holding your head high as you spoke. “I think that I do not have the knowledge to provide you with the answer that you seek, and therefore should say nothing on the matter.” An answer, but not what he would want to hear, and everyone in the room knew it.

“You’re interesting. Not Asgardian, like her. Somewhere else. Where?”

You hesitated, for only a moment. “Thuvria.”

“Let me guess, she conquered your planet and killed everyone there and kept you on… for what?”

You tried to keep your expression blank, despite the fact that you felt as though your heart was going to pound right out of your chest. You had to be careful with how you answered that. One wrong move, and everything was going to go horribly, completely wrong.

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t buy that.”

“Perhaps I was just in need of a servant and knew she could get the job done,” Hela piped up from behind you, and you knew her well enough by now to hear the slightest edge of fear in her voice. It stood out because you’d never heard her sound scared at all, and here she was, scared for you.

“Perhaps you were. Or perhaps neither of you are being very truthful with me.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Thanos moved before you could, and suddenly the scepter that he still had in his hand was pressed against your chest, and for a fleeting instant, your entire body froze as you expected to feel the sharp edge of it pierce through your clothing and straight through your heart.

Instead, the next moment your entire mind had thrummed to life. Though, you supposed, it wasn’t really your mind. Not anymore. Not entirely. You could still feel the ghost of yourself, of your inner dialogue and thoughts and everything that made you you, but there was… more. Something else. Like a hand pressed to the small of your back guiding you in the direction it wanted you to go, and the direction was Thanos.

Somewhere behind you, you heard Hela make a noise of distress, but you couldn’t find it in you to be that worried about it. You wanted to be worried about it. The small part of you that was still you felt like it was clawing at the rest of you that wasn’t you, trying to get enough control back so that you could turn around and look at her. With the way the rest of Thanos’ entourage had raised their weapons and pointed them behind you, you knew somewhere in there that Hela must have tried to move forward or maybe reach for you, and that they must have stopped her before she could get any further. You looked back at Thanos in time to see him nod slightly.

“There we are. Let’s try this again. What’s your name and where are you from?”

“I’m Y/N. And I’m from Thuvria.” The words came easily. With whatever else that was now taking the reins in your head, there wasn’t enough of you to give any further resistance. In fact, there was a part of you that seemed to know that even if you tried to resist, it wouldn’t go well for you and should be avoided at all costs. It was like you knew all the possible outcomes before they could even happen. Like you knew what needed to be said and done in order to remain alive.

“Tell me how you came to be in the Asgardian’s possession.”

“Y/N-” Hela started, but both you and Thanos spoke over her, voices overlapping.

“I’m not talking to you.”

“My mother told her about my powers and how she could use them to her advantage.”

Thanos seemed to perk up a little at that, giving you his full attention. “And what exactly are your powers?”

“I energize people. Recharge them, so they can be at the best of their abilities at all times.” As you spoke, you moved forward, so that you were close enough that you could feel the slow drain of energy start up as you stepped toward him.

Again, Thanos nodded slowly, considering you for a moment. “A very useful power, indeed. I can see why she’d keep you around. But you don’t have to worry about her anymore. You’ll be coming with me now.”

You wanted to say no. Wanted to scream and kick and fight and run the other direction and let Hela take care of him.

But you were not in charge anymore.

You weren’t you anymore.

And you only nodded, taking another step forward, and another, and another, until you were standing behind him, and you turned back around and, for the first time since the Mind Stone had touched you, looked at Hela.

She looked horrified, and scared, and there was a look in her eyes that you didn’t recognize, even with the enhanced knowledge that the Stone had given you, and you tilted your head as you watched her, brow furrowing.

“You don’t have to worry about her anymore, little one,” Thanos reiterated, putting a hand on your shoulder. “She can’t hurt you anymore.”

“Y/N…” Hela’s voice was soft, a mere whisper as she attempted to plead with you, and for a split second, you felt the Stone falter, and you came crashing back to yourself at the sound of your name, at the way her eyes had softened in her fear for whatever was going to happen to you. You tried to say her name, but all you could get out was a strangled little whimper. And then the moment was over, and you felt that eerie calm settle back over you as you let yourself be guided to turn around to walk with the rest of the group.

“Good luck looking for those Stones, Hela,” Thanos taunted, and you glanced back to see him hit Hela with a blast from the scepter, and she slammed back against the wall, with enough force that it crumbled and broke into pieces that came falling around her, hiding her from view.

You kept walking.

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #drama #angst #Power Source au #Power Hungry fic

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itsupermanti · 2 years ago

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A promo for something new and unexpected;

Remnant…

A world long since abandoned by its so called “gods”…Plagued by creatures of darkness, and the stage of a shadow war that has been fought for over hundreds of years…

What it’s inhabitants don’t realize, is that its conflict is nothing compared to the ones that occur among the stars…Conflicts fought by defenders of Love and Peace, who protect the smiles of the people.

What should occur, if outside forces were to reveal a great secret to a chosen select few…

Jaune(as Remnant is seen from space): Wait…You’re telling us, that all this time…

Jaune(continuing as other planets near Remnant are shown, with many dry and barren of life): Our planet existed in a place called the “Lost Galaxy”?

???: The so-called Brother gods were not what they claimed to be…

Ruby(as a flashback is shown of her and her friends being driven back by Grimm in the deserts of Vacuo): Something saved us from falling in that pocket dimension…

Ruby(as a mysterious temple is shown rising out of the desert floor): Something tells me it was for a reason…

???: You were all chosen to learn the truth, to wield great power…

Ren(as they come across 5 swords in a stone): This changes everything we’ve ever known about life beyond Remnant…

Oscar(as his eyes are drawn to a sword with a medal depicting a wolf): This is bigger than Oz’s war against Salem!

???: You were chosen to help bring an end to this chaos…

Whitley(grabbing the sword with a medal depicting an ape, his aura glowing blue): I won’t stand by while my family’s in danger and I can do something to help!

???: You now wield great galactic power, and with it, a great legacy of power!

Jaune is shown along with Ruby, Ren, Oscar and Whitley. All of them now holding the identical swords that were embedded in the stone they found in the temple, their auras glowing red, pink, green, yellow and blue respectively…

???(as the eyes on the medal depicting a lion on Jaune’s sword glow): We only hope that it will be enough to allow you to handle what the universe will throw at you…

The swords glow the same colors as their respective auras, as special bracelets appear on their wrists as they stand defiant before the herd of Grimm heading their way.

Jaune(turning the golden dial on his bracelet to red): Ready?!

Ruby+Ren+Oscar+Whitley(turning their dials to their respective colors): Ready!

Jaune+Ruby+Ren+Oscar+Whitley(holding their hands open, palms outwards, before swinging their arms out and pressing the silver button with a zigzag pattern on their bracelets): Ginga, Tensei!

The five of them are engulfed in bright flashes of light, as they undergo a…metamorphosis…

Power Ran~gers~ Lost~

The five of them are now shown wearing what appear to be colored costumes with helmets depicting a different animal.

Lost~ Galaxy~!

Yang(watching them in amazement with everyone else): Woah…

Far, far away, deep in space, to a galaxy you'll go!

Jaune(engaging the horde of Grimm before hopping and scratching the ground with his fingers, kicking up dust): GingaRed!

Jaune(standing up and swinging right arm into a thumbs up across his chest as fire rages behind him): Jaune Arc!

Power Rangers, Go! Power Rangers, Go! Power Rangers, Go!

Ren(pausing to scratch the ground like Jaune did): GingaGreen!

Ren(flashing a thumbs up as green tornado blows behind him): Lie Ren!

There, lies the key, to the answer and the powers you will know!

Whitley(managing to fight the Grimm despite having no prior fighting experience, before copying Jaune and Ren): GingaBlue!

Whitley(giving a thumbs up as a waterfall is shown behind him): Whitley Schnee!

Power Rangers, Go! Power Rangers, Go! Power Rangers, Go!

Oscar(dragging Grimm across the ground along with Ruby as they run on their hands and feet before throwing the Grimm at other Grimm and copying the others): GingaYellow!

Oscar(giving a thumbs up as yellow lightning flashes behind him): Oscar Pine!

Aaaah Rangers, Turn on the power, Power Rangers!

Ruby(copying the others): GingaPink!

Ruby(thumbs upping as a pink petals falling off a tree appear behind her): Ruby Rose!

Lost~ Lost~ Galaxy~!

Jaune(pointing towards an enraged Cinder): The legendary blade that pierces the Galaxy!

Turn on the power, Power Rangers! Lost-Lost Galaxy!

Jaune+Ruby+Ren+Oscar+Whitley(together as the others watch them): Seijuu Sentai!

Jaune+Ruby+Ren+Oscar+Whitley(as they assume a group pose): Gingaman; Remnant!

Turn on the power, Power Rangers! Lost~ Lost~ Galaxy~...Go!

Salem(witnessing the battle with her seer Grimm): Impossible!

Power Rangers~ Lost~

Lost~ Galaxy~!

Jaune(with his new helmet removed as he, the others and their friends are onboard what appears to be a space ship, addressing the voices): Who are you?

Ruby(besides her fellow leader): And what do you want from us?

???: We are defenders of life, love, peace, and the smiles of everyone…

The first three voices are revealed to have belonged to a groups of people who appear to be constantly shifting their forms, each of them a respective color.

Red(shifting between various red costumes and helmets): We are the Morphing Masters, guardians of the morphing grid.

Blue(shifting between similar blue costumes and helmets, and sometimes even genders): We are partially responsible for granting you these new powers.

Yellow(shifting between yellow costumes, and much like the Blue master, genders and gesturing towards the fourth and final voice): As for your second question, you’ll have to ask him.

The final mysterious voice reveals themselves to be a man in a fully red costume, with a high collar, gold highlights, and a badge on his chest that bears the number “45” over his left breast.

???(striking his own pose): I am the one who inherits the red souls, Akared!

Akared(crossing his arms over his chest): We have quite a lot to talk about with you all…

Akared(as various groups of people are shown in similar costumes): You have all become part of the greater universe…

Seijuu Sentai Gingaman; Remnant!

Stay tuned…

#rwby #rwby au #super sentai #power rangers #seijuu sentai gingaman #super sentai crossover au #gingaman remnant #power rangers lost galaxy #rwby jaune arc #rwby ruby rose #rwby lie ren #rwby oscar pine #rwby whitley schnee #akared

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soundcrusher · 2 years ago

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Meanwhile, in Another Universe 3

I know that I've got some other works in the making, but I had to get this one out. Even if it nearly got me to shed some tears.

Either way, I hope everyone of you will like Part 3 of this little story set in the Sentient Lost Light's Au from @cuppajj

Trigger warning: Panick attack, negative thoughts,

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It was a normal day on the Lost Light, which was surprising in its own right, considering all the things that have been going on ever since Rodimus and his crew went on this adventure.

Not that he would change anything about their adventures, no, well, maybe he would change a few things. Mostly the deaths of everyone who didn’t deserve them, but then again, what if fate would have found a different way to take them. You couldn’t escape death, it came for everyone. Sometimes, it was just slower in claiming a life, sometimes it acted faster than you would have ever expected. And then there were the times it spares someone. Someone who didn’t deserve dying after all.

But even those spared would die sooner or later. A lesson Rodimus had to learn the hard way, same as a certain youngling that has been shutting himself off, after accidentally telling him that he’s seen worse than a headless body. And it made the prime wonder just what exactly the youngling had seen with his old crew. The war was over after all, and while there were still those who couldn’t accept it, someone brought to life after their war shouldn’t know something worse than a headless body.

So, Rodimus stood outside Phoenix's room. Fist raised for a soft knock against the door to let the youngling know he had a visitor. Only Primus, and Lightlost, knows what happened last time he barged into the room without letting Phoenix know it was him and not someone else. A shudder wracked over his frame as he remembered the bright neon pink paint and golden glitter that suddenly covered his frame and took weeks to get off. At least he had a good enough excuse not to do his work and stay in his hab-suite.

Although, after a while of waiting, Rodimus took the risk and stepped into the room without waiting for Phoenix to let him in. And as he looked around to see what the youngling was up to that kept him from answering the hab-suit door, he found him with his back to the door. Sitting by the desk across from the berth. Engrossed in one of his wood carving works while singing softly to himself.

And with Rodimus not wanting to disturb the youngling’s serene moment, the prime quietly crept closer and sat down on the berth. Watching Phoenix as he delicately turned the wood they got from an organic planet into a small wooden version of the Lost Light. It was fascinating, considering Phoenix hardly spoke about the things he liked to do, let alone his hobbies. It’s always like the youngling is too scared to reveal something about him. As if he’s scared someone would take away the joys he had, and Rodimus found himself frowning at that. What kind of aft would make a youngling scared of expressing himself? Apparently one named Runningway.

Rodimus might have scoffed too loud at that though, or made a different kind of sound that caused the peaceful atmosphere to shatter and Phoenix to jump out of his chair. Brandishing his wood carving knife, ready to strike at anyone daring to come close, as a deep and furious scowl settled on his face. “The fuck you’re doing here!? How often do I have to tell you shits to stay out of my room! It’s mine! Mine!”

“Easy! It’s just me Phoenix! Just good ol’ Rodimus.” Yelled the prime in return, as he quickly raised his servos to make himself look less like a threat, and make sure he would be able to protect his face, should Phoenix decide to throw his knife. And knowing the youngling, he would have probably done that, if he hadn’t realized no-one else but Rodimus was in his room. That realization didn’t make the scowl go away though.

“And what exactly are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that I wanted to be alone.” Muttered the youngling, as he put the knife down on his desk, before crossing his arms over his chest. Fixing Rodimus with a glare that could have been considered murderous, if it wasn’t for the pout. Sometimes, Phoenix was more of a kid than the youngling wanted to admit.

“I just wanted to check up on you, especially after your small outburst at Swerves.” Started the prime while observing Phoenix tensing up even further. “It’s okay. No-one’s mad at you, we all got our bad days. Honestly, sometimes I don’t feel like getting out of my berth either, but you gotta admit, yelling at Swerve crossed the line a little bit.”

“Crossed the line? CROSSED THE LINE?!” Rodimus messed up, if Phoenix’s offended screech was any indicator. “HE crossed the fucking line! How often did I tell any of you that my past crew is off topic? Same goes for my creators!” Yelled the youngling, as he chapped a digit at Rodimus, while fixing the prime with a look that only spelled fury. And, maybe, an underlying pain the youngling isn’t ready to talk about yet. “And I gave him enough opportunities to stop talking. But he didn’t! He just kept asking, and asking, and asking! Do you know how it feels to constantly be reminded that my old crew didn’t want me?! That they abandoned me, just because I looked like the fucking prime they all hated?!”

At this point, Phoenix was trying his best to hold back his tears. He didn’t want to cry in front of Rodimus, especially when it involved his old crew or his creators. None of them deserved his tears. Well, maybe Fools Shot deserved them, but only because that old mech was the only one who treated him like an equal and not like a thing you can easily get rid of, once you no-longer need it. And yet, the youngling found himself rubbing furiously over his optics in hopes to get rid of his tears. But all he did was smear his face paint and nothing more.

“Why does no-one of you get it?! Why do you always insist on getting to know stuff?! I don’t want to tell you! I don’t want to! It’s my business. Mine! MINE! None of you deserve to know! None of you! NONE OF YOU! You will only pity me! And I don’t want your pity! I don’t want it!” Shrieked Phoenix, before his voice broke down into sobs. No. He didn’t want anyone to know. They shouldn’t know. His mama told him that no-one would want him if they knew. That they would only pity him, and nothing more. That they would just throw him away, if they knew how he felt deep down. And his mama has always been right with things like that. Even if she broke his dreams, even if she handed him over to Second Fiddle, and even if she wasn’t the best mama, she has always been right about things like this.

“Phoenix…” And as Rodimus slowly got up, as to not startle the youngling, Phoenix found himself frozen. He wanted to run. Bolt out of the room and to somewhere safer. Somewhere none of them could find him, and just cry. Maybe the vents would be an option, but they weren’t safe. Someone could find him in there and drag him out. And then they would ask him questions. They would demand answers, maybe even force him to spill everything, and the thought alone of having to share what he didn’t want others to know caused Phoenix’s frame to rattle and shake in fear, while his body slowly cramped up.

And as his thoughts kept spiraling out of control, the youngling completely missed Rodimus moving closer, until he felt the prime’s servos on his shoulder and stared into his worried optics. “Phoenix, it’s okay.” But it wasn’t okay. It was never okay. Rodimus might not see it, might not understand it, but nothing was ever okay when it came to this. And despite the primes encouraging words, Phoenix kept on spiraling deeper into this dark abyss of doubt and fear. Until he could no longer feel Rodimus’s warm and comforting servos, but rather the big, tense and cold ones of his mama. And if he strained his audials hard enough, he could hear her talking down to him. Telling him how stupid he was for growing attached to Autobots, especially after it was them who tricked his papa and took him away. And how naive he was for thinking that he could escape her.

“I told you, sooner or later you’ll be back with me.” She whispered, as she leaned closer to his face. “I might have given you to them, but you’re my son. You will always be my son.” And then, she disappeared, only to be replaced by Runningway, who continued the tirade. Mocking him for growing comfortable among enemies, before telling him how no-one ever liked him. “And I doubt your new crew likes you either. Especially the prime and that Lightlost fella.”

And after Runnningway, it was Old Man and Second Fiddle who kept on telling him the same things as Runningway. Reminding him about how useless he was, how no-one could ever like someone as him, and as they went, they were only replaced by others of his old crew. Others, who didn’t stop. No. They just kept on going, revealing every self-doubt and negative thought Phoenix had buried deep down in his subconsciousness. Beating him with their words, just like they did when he was still with them.

It was merciless, and none of them stopped as Phoenix’s legs gave out under him. With the only thing holding him up being the strong but gentle arms of someone his spiraling mind couldn’t put a face to. Everything, except the voices and faces of his mama and past crew were muddled. Blending together in his mind and turning into static, as he desperately tried to find an escape from the onslaught. But every time Phoenix managed to find a way out, a small gap in the crowd around him, his mama came and pulled him back. Reminding him that there was no escape for him.

She would always pull him back.

Until, she didn’t, and a new voice joined the onslaught. An older and kinder one.

One, Phoenix knew all too well. And as he saw his old captain push through the crowd and past his mama, the youngling noticed that the others were slowly disappearing. At first, it was Runningway, then Second Fiddle, then Old Man, and then the rest, until all that remained were Fools Shot and his mama.

However, his mama soon enough started to disappear too, as the old mech took a hold of his head and softly turned his face away from his mama. Making him look straight at him, as he told him how everything was okay.

“Remember what I told you Phoenix. Those who make you feel worthless, only do so to make themselves feel better.” And with these words spoken, Fools Shot started to disappear too, and Phoenix felt his mind start to clear, as he slowly rose from the dark abyss of his mind and back into the now.

There were still tears running down his cheeks, and trembles wrecking his body, those were the first things he could feel, but he could slowly make out other things too. Like the soft whispers of Rodimus and another mech, the small shape of a minibot, Phoenix thought it was a minibot, standing outside his room, and someone holding him. Someone, the youngling, knew all too well. And for a moment, Phoenix allowed his mind to think of nothing, as he stared up at the cartographer who looked down at him with those sad and concerned optics. Funny, from down here, Phoenix could have sworn that Lightlost looked older than they are. Maybe even older than Fools Shot.

After a while of just collecting his thoughts and calming down, Phoenix let out a soft sigh. “I… did it again, didn’t I?” Muttered Phoenix as he looked up at Lightlost with a small, nervous smile, but that soon enough turned into a slight, fearful frown as he started to say more. “I w-worried you again. Didn’t I? I’m… I’m sorry Light. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to worry anyone! I didn’t!” But before the youngling could slip back down into the dark abyss, Lightlost softly soothed the fearful spark with a soft smile and a shake of their head.

“Sweetspark, don’t talk like that.” They said, as they helped Phoenix into a more upright sitting position, while still keeping the youngling safely in their arms. “Yes, we were worried. Especially the captain, but you shouldn’t stress yourself over how we feel. Right now, your wellbeing is far more important than what we’re feeling.”

“Still… I worried you, and I blew up in Rodimus’ face without any reason. I just… he said… It just came out. I didn’t mean for it to come out!” The tears that had tried returned, as Phoenix desperately tried to explain why this happened, and how sorry he was for worrying everyone. He didn’t mean to yell at Rodimus after all, and he didn’t mean to yell at Swerve either. That’s why he shut himself off in his room. “I… I can calm down b-better… better if I’m… I’m distracting myself…” Muttered the youngling, while staring down at his trembling servos. “It helps… Yea… it helps… makes it easier… always did. Mama hated watching me do stuff, but… but it made me feel better. A lot better…”

Some would say that this might have been a ‘good opportunity’ to ask Phoenix about why he yelled at Swerve and Rodimus, as soon as they brought up his creators and old crew, but Lightlost knew better. So did everyone present in and near the room. They knew that the youngling was in a fragile state of mind, and none of them wanted to trigger another panic. So, Lightlost gave Phoenix a friendly nudge and said with a smile on their lips, “What did you do then?” as a distraction. And Phoenix's whole face lit up, despite the tears and pain still present in the youngling’s optics.

“A good thing!” Declared the youngspark, as he scrambled out of Lightlost’s embrace and back on his feet, before quickly getting to his desk. Picking up his small wood carving project and presenting it to the cartographer as if it was the most precious treasure known to their kind. And to Phoenix, it was. Especially as he sat down next to Lightlost again and placed it into their servos. “Here, it’s a small Lost Light. It’s not all that good… I’m still learning to do this and ships are still a little bit hard, but I made it myself…”

“It looks wonderful.” Lightlost said, as they carefully moved the tiny wooden version of themself in their servos. Looking at it from all angles while praising Phoenix for his craftsmanship. “To think you made this all by yourself. It must have been hard.”

“Ah… it kinda was…. There were some attempts that didn’t turn out well… They all turned out wonky, or wrong, and I didn’t want that.” Phoenix chuckled, as he pulled his knees tightly to his body and hugged them. Smiling up at Lightlost, as he explained how many attempts he made, and how most of them ended up either in the scrap pile or as something else completely. However, as the cartographer asked the youngling about why he would want to carve a Lost Light, Phoenix turned nervous again. Glancing from Lightlost to Rodimus and the other mech he now recognized as Rung, and last to the small, green mech outside his room.

But before Phoenix could say that he didn’t feel comfortable with saying why when so many were around, Rodimus beat him to it. “Well, I guess you can take it from here Lightlost. Me and Rung still have some things to discuss.” Said the prime, as he nudged/shoved the psychologist out of the room, while the green minibot corrected the captain's wrong use of grammar. And only when Phoenix was sure that no-one else was with them, and the door was closed, did the youngling let out a long sigh as his body slowly started to lose the tenseness that had settled across his shoulder plating and back. “I… well… You see…” He started nervously. “It’s… well… ehm… it’s for you… I wanted to give you a gift, you know? Because you’re always… You’re always taking care of me and… and… and you make me feel safe. I… I hardly feel like that… And… the Lost Light might be the only place I… I can call my home… So… yea…”

There was a silence between them after Phoenix finished. And as the youngling looked up at Lightlost in worry, all he saw was a soft smile on their lips, before they carefully placed the tiny wooden Lost Light down and wrapped their arms around Phoenix. Cradling the youngling close to them, as Phoenix wrapped his arms around them in return.

“Thank you for the gift, Sweetsspark. It’s wonderful.”

“Glad you like it, papa.”

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“Did you just call me the human version of sire?” Asked Lightlost with a small smirk, while Phoenix blushed in embarrassment.

“I DID NOT!”

#sentient sg/lost light #sentient lost light au #cuppajj #reg!phoenix #lightlost #sentient lost light au by cuppajj #god; writing this really made me feel some things #especially as phoenix started spiraling #tw panic attack #either way; yea; reg!tankcrusher isn't a good mom #neither is reg!old man a good mech #at least reg!fools shot is a good guy #oh well; with the way the rest of my week went; I'll go lay down in a puddle of my own emotions now #see you all later

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