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Sweet, Old Fashioned Notion -Day 2 | Netflix & Chill / Dating App- (Midnight x Reader)

Summary: You weren't one for dating apps, but your friend insisted so incessantly that you caved just to shut them up. By what you'd call dumb luck, you came across a Pro Hero's profile, and then- somehow- matched with her. At first completely skeptical, you were quickly proved wrong and pleasantly surprised by how everything turned out.

Note: This hella got away from me. I had so much fun writing this. I hope you all enjoy the spin I put on Netflix & Chill. ;) Bonus points to whoever can crack what “SVME” stands for.

Theme Song: What’s Love Got to Do With It - Tina Turner (covered by DNCE)

Reader: Gender Neutral 

Word Count: 3536

@bnha-valentines

I’ve been taking on a new direction, but I have to say...

It seemed like every decade had its defining dating program. Supposedly it was something that began online all the way back in the 1990s, and then moved to cellphones in apps like Tindr. ‘What the hell does Tindr even mean? And why’d they take out the ‘e’?’ you wondered as you watched the installation bar go from empty to full in a matter of seconds. Dating apps kept the trend of omitting letters, and the hot new one was SVME- supposedly some pretty big heroes were even using it. It didn’t take long for it to spread like wildfire, and now it seemed like everyone was on it. Hell, you were about to be on it- and that was saying a lot, since you had absolutely zero interest in something like SVME.

“Okay, so now you have to make a profile- pick the pictures of you that you like best! And write something fun and like.. Mysterious. Or sexy! Or-”

“This sounds like way more work than it’s worth,” you grumbled. Your friend rolled their eyes and snatched your phone from you.

“Fine, give it here- I’ll make your profile for you. We’re gonna get you soooo many matches!”

You groaned, looking anything but pleased by the fact that you let yourself get dragged into this. Suddenly, the overly enthusiastic person you called a friend shrieked in delight.

“(Y/N), LOOK! MATCHES!” They leaned over to you and showed you your phone. You stared blankly at it.

“That’s.. Nice, I guess?” There was still absolutely no interest in your voice. “Hey- wait- how do you even get matches?!”

“Well… you click this button to show you’re interested, and if they click it on you, then you two match and can start talking!”

“Right… ...and.. what’s your criteria for showing interest in people while you pretend to be me?”

“Oh, I’m just picking interested for everyone! We’re going for maximum matches here!” they cackled. You groaned again at their response and snatched your phone back, looking at the person on your screen. Your breath caught in your chest while your friend squealed again. “(Y/N)!!! LOOK! A HERO!!! EEEEEE!! You have to pick interested. Do it. Doooo it. Let’s see if you match with her!”

“This is the last one and we’re done, okay? I don’t want my phone going off with people I’ve never met trying to get into my pants.”

“Yeah, yeah, but what if she wants to get into your pants?”

“Not happening,” you quickly snapped back- both implying that you weren’t going to cave, but also that it was completely unlikely.

Days passed and you forgot about the app. It wasn’t on the main page of your phone and you turned off push notifications after your friend finally left you alone. You were about to check reviews for a movie when you happened to see that there was an exclamation point on the corner of SVME. Curiosity got the better of you, and you clicked the heart-shaped shield icon. As expected, there was a slew of random messages asking if you were “DTF,” whatever that meant. There were suggestive pictures, as well as lewd writings that you absolutely did not ask for, and everything was as disappointing and unappealing as you anticipated it would be.

You were just about to close the app when a banner popped up, showing that you got another message. The small icon was unmistakable- it was the hero. Even from the small picture, her dark hair captured the essence of her hero name: borderline black, with the gentle coolness of a royal, blue-based purple. Disbelief froze you, halting your walk as you stared at your phone. With skeptical hesistence, you clicked on the message. It was probably just a bot, right? A scam? Or someone pretending to be her?

“Well, hello there, lovely.~ I must say, your negligence has caught my eye. You’re the only match I’ve had who hasn’t flooded me with messages, so now I’m intrigued.~ Are you even real, (Y/N)? Or are you just part of this poor girl’s imagination?”

The screen darkened as it went to sleep since all you could do was stare at the message, reading it a few times over until it wasn’t showing anymore. Your hand dropped to your side as you started walking again. How in the world were you supposed to respond to that? Could you even be sure that it was really her? It was public knowledge that there were heros of all levels of fame and recognition on SVME but… you never expected to match with one- you didn’t even want to be on this app. Yet, there was a part of you that felt like you should at least respond to this message. Damn all the other ones! You didn’t care; you weren’t “DTF” or interested in their photos. There was nothing of real quality in those messages to you. But this one seemed different, and it honestly wasn’t because she was a hero.

When you finally had the courage and words to respond, you were met with radio silence for a few hours, leading you to assume it was all a ruse. You even turned notifications back on for this, and still got nothing. It wasn’t until you were already asleep that the haptics of your phone jarringly woke you up- the vibrations against the wood shattering the peaceful silence of your bedroom.

“Sorry to get back to you during peak witching hours, but things got a little hectic. Hero work doesn’t always submit to a schedule… but maybe we could get something else to? ;) ”

Oh, no. Part of you sincerely hoped that she wasn’t just looking for a hookup, but maybe she was. That wasn’t your style, but truth be told, it wouldn’t surprise you if it was hers and there was no fault in that. You sent a sleepy reply that you would have forgotten by morning it if wasn’t for the fact that she promptly responded back and seemed thrilled.

“Oh, you are just too darling! Are you normally up this late? I could keep you up and make it worth your while.~”

Now, it must have been because you were still half asleep, but your snark factor was uncensored. You sarcastically took her up on this, and when she asked where to meet you, you gave her a nearby address that you could see from your window.

“That’s not far from my agency! If things go well, I wouldn’t mind making a habit out of this, cutie. I’ll be there in 15- don’t keep me waiting; I’ll punish you if you do.”

You scoffed, not buying much into it. Still, you got out of bed, washed your face and made the most out of the 15 minutes she gave you to get somewhat presentable- as presentable as you could be at 02:00 and with three hours of sleep. When you were changed and more awake, you looked out your window and nearly had a heart attack. Walking into view was a woman taller than your average Japanese lady. Her dark hair was pulled back into a spiky ponytail as she glanced down at her phone, the soft glow gleaming off her signature red and horned glasses. Her sweater dress was relaxed, neckline off-center and hanging off one of her shoulders. It was no secret that she shamelessly showed a lot of skin- and while most took it at erotic face value, you greatly respected her for it. The amount of confidence it must have taken to be her would have crushed anyone else, yet she bore it all with a powerful, fun, and exciting personality.

Your phone buzzed and you looked down at it, seeing a message from the hero you previously doubted was really talking to you. There was no mistaking it now though, as you gazed at her from your window and read that she was arriving- and brought presents. With a deep breath, you grounded yourself in the moment and situation you put yourself in, bracing yourself for whatever was to come once you invited her into your apartment. You went down to meet her, drawing her eyes as you opened the main entrance of your building. She smiled widely and unabashedly, waving to you, the glow of her phone creating a curving trail of light from her gesture. Returning her smile and wave, you waited for her at the door, the excitement of actually meeting her and not being duped by a bot or a scammer waking you up and giving you renewed energy- at least for the time being.

“You’re way cuter in person, (Y/N), I could just eat you up,” she purred. The disbelief at this whole chain of events was still at the forefront of your mind, inhibiting your blush as you remained somewhat guarded.

“Am I? I’ll have to chide my friend for picking less than accurate pictures of me then,” you joked with a smirk. With an open and welcoming sweep of your hand, you invited her into the complex. The light from inside illuminated her face for you to plainly see the delight in her expression at your playful severity.

“You left a friend in charge of your profile? My, that’s so daring and bold of you,” the hero giggled, preceding you into your apartment as you opened the door for her. “And you’re so chivalrous! How’s a girl supposed to resist your charm?~”

Her playfulness made you laugh, but the sound was unexpected to her and she actually looked a bit thrown off at first. Seeing her confusion, you chuckled a bit and apologized. “I’m sorry, but if basic respect and manners are chivalrous, then you’ve been surrounded by nothing but base humanity, Midnight.”

In the warm light of your apartment, her smile somehow seemed soft and sincere. Her lips weren’t pulled back as tightly, and it naturally fell away as she took off her boots. “That seems to be where working the hero industry puts a person, doesn’t it? Around the debased, the depraved, and the deviant.” The last word came with a smirk, as if she was trying to cover up that overlookable moment of openness with her characteristic sultriness.

“I would disagree, but… well, I’m not a pro-hero, so what would I know?” You two moved from the entrance of your apartment to the living room. It was a modest apartment- nothing to gloat about, but nothing to be ashamed of either. Midnight placed the bag she brought with her on your coffee table before falling back into your couch with a happy sigh, delighted to be off her feet and reclining. You sat down next to her with a respectable distance and leaving her untouched, but giving her the full breadth of your attention.

“Really now? Disagreeing with a hero- that’s gutsy… and quite a turn on,” she chuckled nonchalantly, turning slightly so that she could face you, her knees coming up onto the couch as she tucked her legs underneath her and rested her arm on the back of your furniture. “Enlighten me, cutie. What do you know?”

You shifted your weight to engage in the conversation with her. “Well, you’re right, it’s obvious that your line of work as a hero puts you in contact with villains, criminals, and the like- but it also keeps you involved with others who share the same ideals and goals as you, doesn’t it? Even though heroes are mostly stand-alone, you’ve worked with some of the greatest, and made yourself one of them as well. I remember when you stopped Suicide Bomb years ago, and that’s just one of many highlights and tributes to your skill.” Realizing you were going off and sounding like an over-eager fan, you blushed slightly and looked away from her- only making her smile.

“Sorry. I hope that didn’t come off as creepy or something. I’m sure a lot of people try to flatter you.

But… I’m just trying to say you’re not only surrounded by the ‘debased, depraved, and deviant’ or by the heroes they juxtapose. You’re a U.A. teacher, too, which means you’re also surrounded by students with good hearts and goals in mind, and other instructors and heroes who want to help the next generation of professionals succeed. You're surrounded in pure and youthful ambition and optimism when you're at U.A. So there’s more around you than just that dark and murky part of heroics.”

Bringing your hand to the back of your neck, you rubbed it, feeling as if you’d said too much at this point. Your eyes lowered and avoided hers.

“... And what am I surrounded by right here?” she asked with a gentle yet probing curiosity. “It doesn't seem like raging hormones or lust, or even the feigned prestige of bragging rights. So what is it that your presence offers and seeks in mine?”

The question stumped you, because you honestly had no idea. You weren’t on SVME because you were looking for a partner or friends with benefits- you were hardly on there at all- hell, it wasn’t even your idea to begin with. And what did you possibly have to offer a hero who probably had everything she could ever want? A flock of fans, suitors, good looks, talent, and the means for a comfortable life? You closed your eyes and leaned back into the couch, sighing once- deeply and pensively as you thought. When you didn’t answer readily, you felt a shift in weight on the couch, and then her head against your shoulder. Your eyes half opened, glancing downing at the top of her head, taking in the way her hair bent and curled against her shoulders and neck, pushed around in its ponytail as she rested against you and the cushions.

For some reason, it felt like it’d be natural- comfortable, even- for you to tilt your head and rest your cheek against her hair, especially since you did it without even processing it as a thought. You felt her cheek move as her lips curled into what you hoped was a smile.

“If I’m honest, I wasn’t seeking anything other than satisfying my curiosity. I didn’t believe I was actually talking to you, you know? I expected someone or some program to be posing as you.” At first, your words were soft and even a bit serious, but at the end of your confession, you laughed and lifted your head to look at her with a smile. “I didn’t think about what would happen if you actually showed up.”

Midnight lifted her head, brilliantly blue eyes gazing into yours while a grin kissed her lips.

“Well, now that you’ve caught me in your trap…” she began giving you bedroom eyes, her voice a whisper that carried her lust, “what are you going to do to me?~”

You grinned with a chortle, reclining again and gazing at at her with a confidence she couldn’t resist. She crawled over on top of you and stared into your eyes, picking her next move carefully, and then gave you an uncharacteristically sweet smile as she laid down and rested her head against your chest. Was it that obvious that you had no intention of doing that with her tonight? And was she really okay with it?

“Let me show you what I can surround you with, Midnight, and what my presence can offer,” you whispered to her, bringing your hand up to brush through her hair with an affection that not only surprised her, but you as well. “From the way you were quick to fall onto the couch, you must be exhausted. What kind of scenes relax you?” Fingertips brushed through her hair, down her neck, and against her back as you closed your eyes again, listening to her voice as she gave a few examples of different scenes and scenarios that she found relaxing or calmingly pleasurable. You just barely felt the way her jaw moved as she spoke, her voice as soft as yours, the seduction from it quelled. It was strangely soothing, and as silence settled between you two, you found yourself wanting to hear more of it.

“Will you close your eyes for me?” you asked her. She nodded, and you believed her, not bothering to check. “Please wait for me to let you know when to open them again, okay?” Once again, she nodded.

Slowly the savory scent of grilled chicken, squid, fish, and other foods began to mix with the sweetness of caramel, chocolate, and crepes. It seemed to seep in from the walls around you, as did the soft noise of chattering voices, beckoning vendors, and childish laughter, all escorted by lively music. You took a deep breath, your chest rising with Midnight’s head on it, feeling her wiggle a bit on top of you, expressing her curiosity at the smells and sounds that began to occupy your apartment without saying a single word. Warmth beyond your bodies blossomed in the living room, as if you could feel the heat from the vendors’ grills, or perhaps the would-be bodies of the voices that danced around your ears. When you opened your eyes, a satisfied smile was on your lips, and your hand dared to caress her face, tucking her bangs behind her ear and then following her jawline to her chin only to retrace the path and return to her back.

“All set.”

The heroine in your arms gasped and immediately sat up when she opened her eyes, looking around her in awe. Your living room had been completely transformed in the few minutes of quiet you two shared, embraced as if you were long-time lovers. A clear night sky replaced your ceiling, dotted with hanging paper lanterns, and rows of stalls took over two of your walls that faced each other. The other walls disappeared altogether, as yukuta-clad patrons surrounded you both, crowding around food and games and walking into the distance. Midnight reached her hand out to brush the sleeve of a passerby, and it flickered with holographic static before stabilizing again. Seeing her enraptured expression captivated you. She looked so happy, and it was different than that hedonistic joy she so often wore on her face.

Once you were convinced she was comfortable with the illusion, the scene slowly began to change in front of her eyes, as if you pressed “play” and allowed the projection to continue beyond a single moment. It was like being immersed in a virtual reality- you were walking through a festival together as you two laid on the couch. But the music, the warmth, the smells- it all made it so much more convincing than any game could. You even felt a breeze from time to time. And even though you couldn't partake in the food and the games, it was enough of an experience just to walk through the streets. What you created for her was a mix of memories and imagination. The festival was reminiscent of ones you’d attended and spliced together with ones you’ve watched and seen in movies and the news.

“Hey, (Y/N), I almost forgot-” she caught your attention, and the events around you paused. You both sat up as she reached for the bag from earlier. “I brought snacks.~” From it, Midnight pulled out a box of dango. “Now we can really make this feel like a festival date,” she purred, making you blush in the process. Scooting over to her, you smiled as your arm fell around her shoulders, holding her as the festival continued, this time enjoying the same sweets others were carrying around. Instead of handing you your own skewer, the hero held the stick of dumplings up to your mouth, and you couldn’t resist her, eating the little ball of dessert she fed you.

“Midnight?”

“It’s Nemuri to you.~” She nuzzled you as you skipped straight to a first name basis.

“... Nemuri,” you corrected yourself with a fond smile, pausing to appreciate how lovely it felt on your tongue and lips. “May I take you on a proper festival date?” There was no doubt that this was a pleasant time, but your quirk was no replacement for the real thing. You two shared a gaze for a moment before she grinned.

“No.”

Your heart sharply sunk.

“I’m going to take you out on one. You’ve be so good after all.” The huskiness returned to her voice, and this time, it only made you smile broader than you had before around her. She held up another dango to your lips, and as you leaned forward to take it, she pulled the stick away and kissed you as soon as your mouth closed on a bite of air. The morning didn’t go any farther than sharing soft kisses and endearing cuddles, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep on the couch, holding Nemuri close to you as the festival illusion gave way to sweet dreams instead.

...I’ve been thinking of my own protection; it scares me to feel this way.

[renaroo]

Day 9 Ache: Pain in the Aft

Disclaimer: Transformers and related properties belong to Hasbro Warnings: Canon-typical language and violence Pairings: ChromiaxWindblade Rating: T Synopsis: Chromia finds herself taken the proverbial and literal bullet for Windblade within ten minutes of their reunion, but she can’t help but feel like it’s exactly the way things are supposed to be. ChromiaxWindblade. Sapphic September: Ache

A/N: I missed posting this on the right day the first time around so let’s doooo this. 

The terms of Chromia’s release for her crimes against Cybertron had been all but nonnegotiable. She was to hunt down the threat that had nearly destroyed the planet as well as the feeble peace between the Council of Worlds and, more importantly by Chromia’s estimates, been directly responsible for the loss of the only mech Chromia had felt her fealty toward.

Traveling by space cruiser, particularly one as small and ramshackle as what Starscream had sent her off in, was not luxurious and it was not good for peace of mind. But it was unassuming, even in the face of increased tensions between organics and nonorganic life. Which gave her cover in ways she hadn’t been looking for before.

She charged occasionally but Chromia mostly spent her time at the helm, even if autopilot was perfectly acceptable between the long trips from planet to planet.

Even though she, like any normal nonorganic, was offline while charging on a berth, it were the moments just after she came back online that she tried with everything in her to avoid. Those moments where it would take just a second too long for the world to reboot around her, and for Chromia to remember where she was and what she doing. What she was doing it for.

More than anything, she hated those moments, because it was in the flickering of those moments that she most easily forgot that Windblade was gone. That the cityspeaker under her protection had died on her watch. And that it was her fault.

Everything… Everything had been her fault.

The guilt never left Chromia, but those foul moments of being hit with the reminder of what pained her, what caused the aches which transcended through her, that Chromia hated the most.

For every second that she wasn’t miserable, that she allowed herself to be off objective, Chromia felt the ache grow larger in her spark. It felt as though she was letting Windblade and her sacrifice slowly numb her from its sharp pain. And she hated it.

Following up on her latest lead, Chromia found herself within the territory of the Black Block Consortia. Dangerous for any inorganic, to be sure, but for a Cybertronian it was a death sentence. Which made it not much different than the exile and banishment which Chromia was already suffering through.

She faced the new world with her shield raised and a set look on her face. Like most of the times she landed, she received many looks, but the further she got into the darker sides of marketplaces and the back allies littered with debris and scum, the less she stood out as a mechanical life. Especially with the newly added scrapes and dents that had been gained since she first started her hunt.

Asking around took a few hours, middling information would have cost an arm and a leg if not for the high expense associated with trade goods, something Chromia had learned quite well over the cycles.

Even then, though, news of Liege Maximo was difficult to decipher, especially in the rare instance where the ones spilling the information were actually aware enough of who they were informing Chromia of.

The fact that her quest was sending her further and further into Consortia territory was troubling enough to Chromia that she had made a log of it to be sent out with her usual transmissions. It was unlikely that any sort of alliance that could be gained between their enemies would leave Cybertron and the Council in a better place.

It also meant she was keeping an eye out for spies from the other side.

Chromia tried to keep herself alert for anything that could happen, but she knew from experience that it was a nearly impossible task.

And even then, heading back to her ship mostly empty handed, she could not have been prepared to see another Cybertronian vessel beside her own.

She stopped, uncertain and suspicious at first, then began to look for the obvious suspects. Enemies from her past, perhaps rogue Cybertronians in league with Liege Maximo, ravagers who were going to pick apart her ship for any goods as soon as they cracked the security codes on it.

She hated all the options, so she readied her shield and spear, quietly pushing forward to sidestep around her ship and catch whoever was on the other side when—

The one thing she couldn’t have expected met her.

Windblade’s perfect frame was leaned over, examining the ship’s lock and trying to determine how long it had been there judging by the clock projected for her. She held a thin finger to her lips and frowned at the information. Her wings raised and fell with a dissatisfied vent and she straightened up to full figure, hands on her hips and a soft glow from her optics.

Everything was perfect. Everything about her that had always been so meticulous, so perfect, was still in place. She looked the same as she had the day before everything on Cybertron had gone straight to the Pits.

Diplomat, spiritual leader, cityspeaker, and more — all the things that Windblade had been from the moment Chromia had been assigned to her protection to the moment that she was no more exuded from her even at the distance that Chromia was at then and there.

Chromia’s brain module all but recycled. She couldn’t possibly believe what her own optics were seeing.

Everyone knew that Windblade died protecting Cybertron. Everyone mourned her loss. The ceremonies were still ongoing even when Chromia still sat in her cell, listening to the offer for her tentative freedom from the Mistress of Flame and Starscream.

The Windblade that Chromia swore to lay her life down for and then missed her chance was long gone, spark extinguished, body a shell.

And yet she stood at Chromia’s ship, looking up and around curiously, looking like she had a fresh touchup of paint.

“Windblade,” Chromia finally breathed, dropping her shield and spear in shock.

Hearing her name, Windblade turned to where Chromia had hidden herself almost immediately and then stepped forward. Her bright blue eyes seemingly lit up as she continued walking toward her former bodyguard. “Chromia! It’s you! I had hoped that you still had the ship that Starscream told me you had, but I wasn’t certain—“

“By Primus,” Chromia vented, shook to the spark. “You’re… Windblade!”

She hesitated, looking unsure, and tilted her head. “Chromia? Are you… You look… awful, are you alright?”

“I’m…” Chromia was many things, but articulate at the moment was not one of them. She gaped at the sight of Windblade, at the sense of her, at the static of her EMF field. At all of it that was so impossibly truly Windblade.

And it made her ache at every corner, every wire and fiber of her being. In ways that she hadn’t ached since the first time after Windblade’s reported death that she had managed to charge herself on a berth.

“See! I told you! Mechs!”

It was the worst sound in the world, the sound of a snivelly bottom feeding organic and, just as Chromia had suspected in the moments leading up to it, they had managed to find and bring an entire small army of the misshapen messes that were the Black Block Consortia’s civil officers. With plasma guns that were already set to charge.

“Cybertronians! You are in Consortia territory! Your sentence for trespassing is certain death!” was snarled out just before one took aim and began to fire.

Chromia was ready to take a hit but the moment she saw the arc of the gun she realized that it wasn’t her that was being fired at. After all, her beaten up, bruised frame and peeling paint masked her far easier among other inorganic life than Windblade’s pristine paint and wide, pure eyes and highly visible transformation kibble.

There was almost no disguising jet wings.

“WINDBLADE!” Chromia cried out, diving in front of the oncoming blast without shield or spear in hand. She cursed herself for dropping them in her earlier shock.

The blast connected with Chromia’s lower half and she was blown from the course of her fall into Windblade who, of all things, caught Chromia and landed with her softly on the ground.

“Chromia, why!? I can fly!” Windblade reminded her, as if it were news.

“It’s my job to protect you,” Chromia gritted out in pain.

“You’re foolish,” Windblade replied before getting back to her feet and looking determinedly at the attacking organics. She altered the position of her wings, turning her turbines toward them and then, to Chromia’s surprise, unleashed a bellowing blast of wind from the rotation of her turbines, sucking in the air and debris from behind her and launching it at the force of a small cyclone out at the attackers. It was enough force that the organics pulled back for cover.

Which gave them the time they needed.

“Alright,” Windblade said, bending down and pulling Chromia into her much dandier arms. “We’ll take my ship then.”

“You’re alive,” Chromia stated, mystified and spark bursting with untold emotion.

“And you got shot in the aft,” Windblade countered, looking down even as she boarded the ship. “Chromia… you don’t have to protect me, you’re not my bodyguard. A bot who comes back from the dead usually can get pretty good at protecting herself.”

“Who’s the fool now?” Chromia asked, flinching as she was sat down in the seat beside Windblade’s pilot’s chair. The burns to her aft from the laser fire were fairly painful, but there was far too much more important things happening in the moment. “I didn’t jump in front of a gun to protect my cityspeaker. I jumped in front of it to protect you. Just you Windblade… because losing you already destroyed everything that made what I was fighting for out here feel utterly worthless.”

“Hold on until we’re in orbit,” Windblade said. “I can jump us an we’ll be out of danger. Then we’ll discuss feelings.”

“Frag discussion!” Chromia announced, leaning over the armrest of her chair even as they blasted through the atmosphere of the planet. “I don’t need to discuss feelings, feelings are the only things that have been on my brain more than your death since the moment I started this journey!”

Windblade pulled a displeased face as she jumped the ship. “Well, that’s depressing.”

“It’s the furthest thing from it,” Chromia said, not caring about her injury as she got up and closed the gap between them. She took hold of Windblade’s hands in her own, dancing fingers across her palms before lacing their fingers together and holding tight. Windblade was stunned, looking at Chromia in disbelief. “You’re alive. I stopped having my wildest dreams of this day happening again because it was too painful to think of how I’d never actually see you again despite them. And here you are, back and alive and looking for me. Me? As if I deserve it. As if anything could make me less deserving of you. Windblade, I love you. I loved you before I knew I could love in that way. And from the moment we left Caminus my absolute greatest fear was in losing you. It happened and I died with you. But you’re here. You’re here and I love—“

“Oh, you pain in my aft,” Windblade choked out, dropping to the floor on her knees as well and pulling Chromia into tight, gripping hug by the neck. “I’ve always loved you, too. And not only that, but you deserve every bit of my spark and more — you are a flawed creature jus like me, Chromia. Your wrath and my pride have cost us all the things we believed we desired. And now I just am so glad to have finally found you that the only thing I want to do now is make sure we never forget to say what we really mean to each other again.”

Chromia tightened her hug in return, squeezing her eyes shut happily. “I can do that,” she muttered against Windblade. “I can do that.”

[lionsongfr]

Crime and Punishment Epilogue

Part 1 / Part 2 /  Part 3 / Part 4  / Part 5

tw: abuse, death, suicidal thoughts

MoonShadow sharply raised her head at the sudden uproar coming from down the corridor. She began to unsheathe her sword as she surged forward, and then stopped a Guardian’s length away from the room entrance to listen closely.

 The sound was that of an Imperial, specifically her mistress MaidenTide, in a great rage and the sobbing of a Skydancer. She would have to be careful. She sheathed her sword, and then began to walk slowly and firmly towards the entrance. At the entrance she announced her presence with a deep bow and a forceful declaration.

“Lady Duchess of the Abyssal Acropolis and ArchPriestess of Tidelord, I stand before thee!”

MoonShadow keep her head low as she sensed the MaidenTide’s attention shift sharply to her, the killing intent rippling down her spines.  A low roar thrummed in the air and roiled into a hiss.

“What doooo you want servanttttttt?”

MoonShadow pulled off the bag from her shoulders and carefully placed the clanging package to the floor with both claws.

“I have done what you have asked of me, my Lady. This is the catch of my nets.”

The air began to cool as the Imperial’s rage dampened.

“Goooddd, rise my servant and bring them to me.”

MoonShadow swiftly rose from her bow and assessed the situation. The Skydancer servant, WillowShade, lay crouching behind MaidenTide. She had a thin trickle of blood dripping down her headfeathers and was quivering, but it looked like she could walk. What emotion to use?  Confidence. She focused on that word, that emotion, and raised her crest feathers upright with a strut. The Skydancer glanced up at her and nodded slightly. She understood. MoonShadow would divert MaidenTide’s attention and she would quietly leave. At least I hope she understand that.

 She raised the package high to MaidenTide with another short bow, and the Imperial ripped the bag from her claws. The Imperial’s voice still hissed as she opened the bag and looked upon the contents.

“Is thisss all of them?”

MoonShadow fanned her wings and bobbed her head, hoping she appeared eager to appease her lady. A show to drag attention away from Willow. 

“Yes my lady, every single bottle was caught and accounted for! Not a single one made it to its predestined clan or in the claw of another.”

She suppressed her battle hardened reactions as a large claw grabbed her by the throat and dragged her to MaidenTide’s face. She would be limp, she would be subservient…and hopefully Willow would get away.

MaidenTide’s voice rasped roughly in her ears. “It better be all of them, and the word of what liesss in them must be kept sssilent… or elssse.”

The Imperial’s claws opened and she landed roughly on the floor. She bowed deeply again with wings outstretch.

“I swear by the Spiral Keep that not one is left wanting and none know of what they hold except you and me. The secrets of this clan stay within this clan.”

She could feel the raking eyes of MaidenTide once again upon her back and she held firm in her bow. MaidenTide slide away from her and she quickly eyed around the chamber and sighed with a small bit of relief. Willow had made her escape out of the room, now to focus on saving her own hide.

Heat and flames roared from a fireplace as MaidenTide poured oil upon the fire. One by one she began to shatter the bottles and consigning the messages within to the fire. The Imperial eyed the writing of one and shook her head. MoonShadow keep her eyes on the floor as a whisper from MaidenTide reached her ears.

“My mate is a fool, a hopeless fool. But even a fool can be dangerous. It is only my love for him that keeps him and this clan safe.”

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 TideSage raised his head as he viewed out the underwater balcony. A funeral procession took place below his view. Three deepsea barges carrying his children to their final rests. The glow of the pathway orbs caught his eyes. No, not at rest, they shall never be at rest. To have the final sleep and become one with Thousand Currents is something they will never have.

He stifled a keening call in his chest, he had no right to mourn for them, to cry out for them. His body quivered with that need, but he did not deserve such a compassion, not when it had been his hand that had killed them.

His body froze as a hefty claw touched his shoulders. He turned his head briefly to see SeaQueen as the owner before going back to watching the procession. He was not surprised that she had been able to sneak up on him, she was the clan leader, and his mind had been elsewhere. But her presence had disturbed him, and he could feel his muzzle lifting slightly in a snarl.

A small chuckle arose from SeaQueen, and he coughed and bowed his head.

“My apologies, my Queen.”

Her claw lifted from his shoulder as he turned to face her. Her head fins were drooped and tears freely fell down her face.

“Please no honorifics, my friend. I understand your distress, and we are two sailors on the same boat.”

His head dropped again and his jaw tensed as tears sought his eyes.

“I should have died, not them. It should have been my soul keeping the lights of the path alight.”

He gritted his teeth and his ears flattened,

“ME, NOT THEM.”

SeaQueen’s wing curled over his back as he began to shake. Her voice a soft murmur to his quaking sobs,

“My friend, you have the heart of a Guardian. You are no seer, but you must think of the future. What would have happened if you had died in their stead? Who would then stand up to your mate’s mechanisms? Who would maintain the balance of night and day for the clan? Who shall rule the Acropolis with a fair and even claw?”

“And what would I do without you my friend?”

His breath caught in his chest and he snarled out a response,

“Someone else could do it, anyone else could do it. I am just a dragon of many, one droplet in the sea.”

SeaQueen leaned into his body and sighed.

“Aye, aren’t we all? Yet my friend, together we connect and flow. Our actions affect others for good and bad.  And yet…”

“It is cruel of me to remind you of such, when thy pain is thy own. The clan is my Charge, and I feel every pain and grief along with every joy and happiness in my scales. Before I had made my decision in this matter, I had spoken with the seers upon the many flows of the future for my actions. This...this was one of those options that would lead to least destruction. I had known this would lead you to heartbreak, but not to your death.”

A bitter thought rose into his mind and he quelled it. He would not blame SeaQueen for this, he could have changed his fate with own claws if he had acted. He could have stopped this. She had only acted with for the good of the clan, for the good of him. He would get through this, if only for the sake of his own survival.  He turned his head to nuzzle SeaQueen delicately and rose from the ground. He bowed deeply to her.

“SeaQueen, clan leader of the Clan of the Lionfish, I beg a boon from thee.”

SeaQueen rose and raised an eyebrow before raising a fist to her heart.

“What is your boon do you ask for, Duke of the Abyssal Acropolis?”

“I have been remiss in my duties to the Acropolis and as a priest, I beg of thee punishment befitting those crimes.”

“Go visit TideJewel.”

Her immediate response left him at a loss of words. TideJewel? HER?  His whiskers twitched and he shifted his feet in a mix of fear and worry.

“She is more than what you think she is. She will give thee the punishment and the truth you need.”

He looked at SeaQueen with what he hoped was a look of discomfort. A snap of her tail jolted him, and he looked into SeaQueen’s eyes, they shimmered with the glow of the stars upon the night sea. Her voice echoed with her power as water curled around them and he accepted the power with obedience.

“TideSage, as Queen of the Clan of the Lionfish, your actions have been found lacking in the upkeep of your duties as the Lord and Priest of the Abyssal Acropolis. For this you are hereby ordered into the care of TideJewel, who you shall obey and listen to her till she deems you are fit for duty.”

The power caressed his body gently and he sighed at the cool touch of the sea soaked in his scales. He bowed deeply,

“I shall do what you have commanded of me, my Queen.

                     Thank you, my friend.”

[shadowmelter]

Undyne/Alphys [Body Swap]

So here is a fluffy Undyne/Alphys body swap story for that drabble challenge thing! I hope you like it~ 

Alphys’ hands shook as she slowly carried an extremely volatile chemical of her own creation through the lab towards her workstation. She was carrying the vial of bubbling purple liquid using a set of tongs and while wearing heavy-duty gloves that she only wore when handling particularly dangerous substances. With her lab coat bound tightly around her and her goggles strapped over her glasses, she quietly and carefully made her way towards the open flame at her workstation she was planning on using to heat the vial.

Sweat dripped down her scaly forehead as she grew close to the flickering fire. She had no idea what would happen if she messed this up, but she knew it wouldn’t be pretty. This vial contained some highly condensed magic that could act unpredictably when disturbed in the wrong way. Not a single mistake could be made or else she might just get turned into an actual trashcan.

Almost there…. Almost there! She chanted in her mind as she inched closer and closer to her goal. I’m so close, just another inch or two and-

Alphys suddenly felt arms wrap around her midsection as a familiar voice shouted from behind her, “SURPRISE ATTACK, NERD!”

She let out a surprised squawk as she was then involuntarily hoisted into the air and spun around in a big circle.

“Undyne, n-no!” she cried as she lost her grip on both the tongs and the vial. Horrified, she watched in what felt like slow motion as the vial fell and shattered on the ground at their feet. When Undyne heard the glass break, she stopped spinning. The mighty fish woman was just about to open her mouth to apologize to her girlfriend when the spilled contents of the vial exploded with a loud bang, sending up a thick purple gas cloud up into the air that enveloped the both of them.

When the rolling purple clouds finally subsided, the two of them were left coughing. Undyne, who had no protective eyewear, swore loudly and rubbed her eyes with her fists.

“Holy shit, what was that?” she asked, trying to blink away the particles that got in eyes.

“That was an important experiment that you just ruined!” Alphys said in an angry huff as she pulled herself from Undyne’s arms.

“Woah,” Undyne said while holding up her hands in surrender. “Sorry Alphys, I didn’t realize...”

“We could have died,” Alphys gasped before rounding on her girlfriend and pointing a claw up at her. “You could have been turned into fish sticks!”  

“Aww, would you still love me if I got turned into fish sticks?” Undyne asked with a wink and a toothy smile.

“I… I uh… yes,” Alphys admitted, dropping her arm back down to her side.

“Okay, well since I’m NOT fish sticks, let’s go and watch some fuckin’ anime, ya cutie patootie!”

Alphys found herself getting lifted once again up into the air by her girlfriend’s strong arms. She was then carried bridal style up the stairs toward her room, too flustered by Undyne’s buff arms around her to utter any kind of protest.

…

*BEEP BEEP BEEP!*

Alphys buried herself deeper into her bedsheets as she swatted at her alarm clock, groaning, “Nooo…. Just five more minutes, please?”  Her hand flailed wildly until finally she slammed it right down on her Mew Mew Kissy Cutie alarm clock, which promptly exploded, sending plastic and metal flying all over the room.

Her eyes shot wide open in surprise. “Wh… what the heck?”

She stared at the completely destroyed alarm clock before looking down at her own hands in amazement.

But they weren’t her hands.

Her hands were yellow, cute and pudgy. The hands she was currently gawking at were a blue, clawed and appeared to have a slight bit of webbing between the fingers. She knew exactly who these hands belonged to.

“UNDYNE!” she cried, throwing off her covers as she looked frantically for her girlfriend, who was nowhere to be seen. She defiantly stayed over last night, she was sure of it!

Oh Merciful Angel, she was somehow inhabiting Undyne’s body… did that mean Undyne was in her body!? She didn’t even need to ask herself how this happened. She knew it had to have been the dropped condense magic from yesterday doing something freaky. Shoot! She knew something terrible would happen… but this? This was insane!

Alphys tried getting up, but these long bendy legs made her unsteady on her feet.

When she finally did manage to get up and take a few steps, she shook with fear.

“Ooh my gosh,” she muttered as she swayed back and forth. “I’m so high off the g-g-ground! How does Undyne even LIVE like this?”

She made her way out of the room, calling Undyne’s name and getting no response in return.

As she walked down the hall, she began to hear… singing… singing coming from the bathroom? She made her way over to the door, using the wall to keep herself steady as she walked. Yes… yes, she could definitely hear a voice singing from within the room.

Being careful not to just rip the door off its hinges with Undyne’s super strength, she turned the knob gently and let it swing wide open.

Her jaw immediately dropped.

“My milkshake brings all the girls to the yard, and they're like, it's better than yours. Damn right, it's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.”

Standing in front of the mirror stark naked staring at herself was most certainly Undyne, who had obviously been swapped into her small lizard body! Alphys screamed internally as Undyne was currently busy pushing together HER very naked yellow boobs and jiggling them around while singing that mortifying song!

Alphys’ blue fish face instantly turned red and she screeched, “UNDYNEEEE, OH MY GAWWWWD!”

Undyne stopped messing with her boobs and turned around with a bright smile on her scaly lizard face. “Woah, so you got swapped with me? That’s so rad!” she exclaimed brightly as she ran a circle around Alphys, looking her up and down.

“U-Undyne, it’s not rad! I… ohh gosh, why are y-you naked?” she stammered, covering her eyes with her hands.

Undyne stopped and frowned for a moment before smiling even wider. “Well shit, if I was gonna be trapped in your hot body, you better believe I’m gonna be checking it out every chance I get!”

Alphys, Without a second thought, scooped Undyne up into her arms, and began carrying her back to the bedroom.

“Hey, let me go!” Undyne protested, wiggling to no avail under her arm.

It was Alphys’ turn to smile. Her jagged grin stretched from gill to gill. “It s-seems the tables have certainly tu-turned haven’t they?”  Undyne just pouted at that and let Alphys carry her back to their room.

Once within the bedroom, Alphys then dumped Undyne onto the ground before flopping onto the bed with a groan.

“What are we gonna doooo..? I can’t be stuck in your body forever, Undyne!” she cried.

“Ugh, I know! I can’t be Captain of the Royal Guard with these stubby legs! Uh, no offence of course, they look smokin’ on you,” Undyne added quickly before scurrying up onto the bed so she could sit right next to her now very tall lover.

“C-can you at least put on some clothes?” Alphys pleaded, once again covering her face with her hands in mortification.

“UHhh… heck no! I got such a flat chest normally; it’s awesome to finally have something to really play with!” Undyne once again pressed her hands against her boobs and jiggled them some more, casting a cattish smirk in Alphys’ direction.

Alphys just groaned.

“Hey,” the yellow lizard whispered with a sly smile on her face. “Why don’t we make the best of this? I’m sure this is just some mumbo-jumbo magic that will wear off with time, so let’s enjoy it while we can.”

“Uh, what are you talking about?” Alphys asked slowly.

Alphys jumped slightly when Undyne suddenly straddled her with a curious look on her face. It…. it was incredibly strange to be staring up at yourself like this. Very surreal. Undyne had her face… her n-naked body… she even had her glasses. But it wasn’t her because she was trapped in Undyne’s body!

“Kiss me.”

“What!?!” Alphys squeaked.

“Aw, come on, Alphys. I wanna see if I’m just as good kisser in this body as I was in my body.”

“I can a-a-assure you that y-you are indeed a good kisser, no matter what!” Alphys’ face felt like it was burning with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns.  “N-no need to… um...” Alphys’ thoughts were stopped in her tracks as Undyne leaned forward and pressed her mouth lightly against hers.

Alphys was sure her soul left her mortal body. Her head fell back against the pillow as her brain went into overdrive.

Undyne pulled back and frowned slightly as she observed her girlfriend red hot blush across her fishy scales. “Uh… are you okay?” she asked, tapping Alphys’ head with her claw. “Did you just pass out!?”

“Alphys is a-away from her phone right now, please l-leave a message after the beep,” the dazed fish lady murmured.

Undyne snorted and kissed Alphys’ forehead. “You’re too damn cute even in my body ya nerd.”

Another coy smirk crossed Undyne’s yellow lizard face as she slid her hands under Alphys’ shirt and said, “Now show me your boobs.”

“UNDYNE!!!”