#its onyx's fault

[matchamilk60212]

sparring practice gone wrong oop

[jestercoded]

Onyx storm spoilers in tags!!

[azsazz]

Caught Up

Garrick (Fourth Wing) x Riorson!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: When you have time, and if you like the idea can you write garrick x riorson reader? Like xaden finds them together when they are in the middle of something and is kinda angsty but fluffy end

and if you’ll write again about garrick, can you write something fluffy?

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1443

Notes: DOES NOT CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR ONYX STORM.

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You know better than to lie to your brother, but you’re so damn nervous that you do it anyway.

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” Xaden’s tone is deathly dark. Even worse, he speaks evenly, like his temper isn’t about to blow its fuse and is conversing about plans for the war that seems to be nipping on everyone’s heels.

It’s how you found solace in Garrick. On rotation with him had led to something more, soft touches, gentle teases, him stroking tresses of hair from your face after long, hard flights. You can’t remember when knowing nudges and silly jokes turned into lingering caresses and wind-blown kisses, when the chaffing comments of Uisge became sighs of finally when you grew the courage to kiss him, but you don’t want it to stop.

Speaking of your nosy, green daggertail, the eavesdropper chooses this very moment to speak. I told you this would happen. You can hear his pleasure through the bond and you grit your teeth. You so do not need this right now. Chradh owes me two sheep.

Congratulations, you respond dryly. You try to swallow past the pebble wedged into your throat under the heavy gaze of your brother, but all of the moisture has escaped your windpipe. Why don’t you go do that now?

Uisge huffs, and if you were standing in front of him, the smell of sulfur would be tying your hair in knots and you’d be blinking dust from your eyes.

You almost smile at the thought at you feel your dragon retreat from your mind.

You refocus on the moment. The moment being your brother glaring at his best friend, the one who just had his fingers hooked around into the waistband of your leathers and his other hand wound in your hair, tilting your head into the perfect position for him to twist his tongue around yours in the way that makes your knees weak—

“What the fuck were you just doing to my sister.” His words are venomous, his normally gold eyes more onyx with anger. Shadows stir restlessly at his feet and your stomach coils. Surely, he wouldn’t sic them on Garrick?

You discreetly try to peer around his shoulders to catch a peek of Violet, but she’s nowhere to be found.

You’re screwed.

Garrick’s touch was innocent, despite how it looked. As much as you would have loved to drag him back to your room, you knew there wasn’t time, already late for Battle Brief.

It was your fault, for thinking you’d be shrouded in the darkened nook. But your brother loves darkness, is made of it, and of course, he caught you.

You part your lips to try and placate Xaden, but Garrick beats you to it. “That depends, what did you see?” He doesn’t sound scared, though he should be. You’ve never met anyone more terrifying than Xaden, and with the weight he’s been carrying on his shoulders lately, this will surely drag him over the edge.

You must give it to Garrick, he doesn’t falter. He stares just as hard, and you suppose it because he knows Xaden better than even you do sometimes. You want to reach out and intertwine your fingers, needing that reassurance, but you know it isn’t the time. You know he can handle himself.

Xaden’s nostrils flare in response, his anger thinly contained.

“Garrick,” he all but growls. “Tell me I didn’t just see you with your tongue down my sisters throat.”

You cringe. When he puts it that way, it sounds bad.

But you’ve seen the way he is with Violet, the aroused looks and secretive touches that aren’t so secretive. You’ve even seen him with his tongue down her throat, and if anything, you’re even now.

You’re pretty sure Xaden wouldn’t want to hear that, though.

His teeth grind and you wonder for a fleeting moment

“I don’t lie to you.”

Xaden scoffs. “You just omit the truth.” Your heart clenches at the thread of betrayal in his tone.

Garrick shakes his head in defense, his response harsh. “You’ve never asked, and I’ve never lied.”

Your brothers scrutinize your boyfriend for a long moment. So long that you shift anxiously. This is the first time you don’t have a clue what Xaden might be thinking. It’s not a place you want to be.

Finally, he asks, “You’re loyal to her?” His words are still edged with razors, but his shoulders have lost a little tightness.

Garrick nods once. “I love her.”

Your eyes grow wide in surprise. You haven’t said that to each other before. You’ve been sharing the same sentiment this whole time and you didn’t even know it?

You swing your gaze to him in surprise, only to realize that he’s been looking at you the entire time. His hazel eyes sparkle with amusement, most likely at the utter shock on your face. He’s trying to keep a straight face under the gaze of your brother, but the corner of his mouth betrays him, twitching just slightly.

“What? You didn’t know?” He teases, and there’s no longer anyone in this hall but you and him. Nothing else matters. No one else’s opinion matters. Not Xaden’s, not Uisge’s. It’s only you and Garrick.

You shake your head lightly, biting your lip to contain your smile. Garrick has that look on his face like he wants to reach out to you, swipe that lip from between your teeth with his thumb only to bite on it himself. You shift, trying to ignore the fire that lights in your belly at the smolder in his eyes.

Maybe you will be skipping Battle Brief after all.

A clearing of a throat rips your attention away from Garrick before you can confess that you’ve been in love with him for ages. You grew up with him, always had that girlhood crush on your older brother’s best friend. You didn’t even think he noticed you, though you’re sure it was hard not to when you trailed after them like one of Xaden’s shadows.

You feel like you’re flying right now. You don’t even need Uisge anymore.

Unlikely, your bitter dragon mutters.

You return your guilty gaze to Xaden. His face is contorted, like he’s torn between acceptance and decking his best friend across the face.

Your breath is stuck in your chest. You can’t breathe as you watch the emotion flicker behind his eyes. Betrayal, confusion, pride, hurt, and what you hope is acceptance.

His gaze dances between you and Garrick. You roll your shoulders back and tilt your chin, meeting his gaze head on. You don’t need Xaden’s permission to love Garrick, but it would be nice to have your brother’s support.

Xaden must read it in your gaze, how nothing will stop you from being with Garrick, not even him. It’s how he feels about Violet. His gaze softens just a touch, enough for you to release the air from your lungs in relief. He sends a shadow your way, skittering between your fingers just like when you were young and upset, a calming notion, a discreet embrace.

His gold eyes land on his best friend. Xaden clears his throat and nods back. “Then don’t let anyone stop you,” he says, and turns on his heel, disappearing down the hall.

You jaw almost drops in shock. You don’t know what you expected, to be honest. Silent treatment would be on par for your brother, but total acceptance without even a fist thrown or a sword lifted? That…is new.

“So…” you trail off, facing Garrick. Your cheeks heat when you notice his gaze pinned on you, that devilishly handsome smirk on his face. You can’t contain your smile. “You love me?”

Disgustingly so, Uisge grumbles, and you shoo your nosy dragon away.

Garrick’s grin is blinding. It causes your heart to race in your chest. He’s intoxicating. You love him.

“More than anything,” Garrick admits, hands winding around your waist to tug you close.

You plant your hands on his chest, sliding higher to wrap around his neck as you follow him back into the shadows of your not-so-hidden nook.

You roll onto the tips of your toes. The motion doesn’t quite put you at eye-level with him, but Garrick tilts his head down and your lips almost brush. You want him, need to taste him right now. But first…

Your gaze lifts from his mouth to meet his. Fire dances in his eyes, along with a cockiness you’d swat out of him if it were for any other reason.

He already knows, but you say it anyway.

“I love you too, Garrick.”

[mapledkanata]

Second Wave of Primes!

Nexus Prime - The Star Traveller; made up of 5 Cybertronians; leads an exploration & travel fleet; an affinity for navigation; many stories of the people and places he meets; a fairly enthusiastic Prime that tries to keep his excitement under wraps; looks intense, is a big sweetspark; extensive built-in arsenal. Little Orion, when you meet someone, they never truly leave you.

Onyx Prime - The Beast; defender of the welfare of non-humanoid cyberforms; a more distant but caring Prime; starkly realistic; can speak in cyberbeast tongues; feels as though he can understand cyberbeasts better than Cybertronians; sometimes off planet to speak with other beings; works closely with Quintus & Nexus. Little Orion, in order to fight for all your people, you must learn to understand the people who are unlike you. 

Quintus Prime - The Daydreamer; works closely with Onyx; an advocate of life, no matter how small; always hopeful, encourages growth in all; sometimes needs to be pulled back from his large thoughts; keeps many organic plants; fond of going up to the surface and studying the organic life there.  Little Orion, all life need not the permission to be alive. 

Micronus Prime - The Conscience; works alongside Solus; very observant of all dynamics at play; a pretty tough cookie with a strong moral code, but light-hearted and likes to joke; believes learning through experience is the most effective way; has to hold himself back from strong arming the others' actions. Little Orion, notice the way your spark sits in its chamber.

Liege Maximo - The Strategist; charismatic and known for his words and talks; not above the shenanigans Vector may be up to; a very capable warrior who sometimes gets undermined; knows when to steel himself when needed; will make Prima sit DOWN at times. Little Orion, you are not the sum of your faults. 

Prima Prime - The Light Wielder; a bit arrogant and full of himself; worried about his appearances; looks up to Zeta; enjoys downtime in Iacon; cares deeply for Cybertron; will lay his life for his loved ones; feels deeply and is easily impassioned. Little Orion, know that your spark burns clearly in the darkest of hours.

First Wave | Second Wave | Third Wave | Extras

[lunajay33]

Been Waiting

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Summary: You and Happy have been secretly together behind your family for a year, but when the club goes into lockdown and the only room left for you is Happys dorm things start to unravel, all the secrets come out

Pairing: Happy Lowman x f!reader

Includes: Age Gap, Violence, Pregnancy

•Masterlist•

•1 Year Ago•

There was a new member to the group who was coming back after being a Nomad for awhile so Mom, the SAMCRO mother, had me help get things ready for the welcoming home party

I wasn’t as involved with the group things as my mother, father and brother are seeing as I’m still in my early twenties they wanted to keep me away from the danger and chaos

But I was always excited for a party, especially a SAMCRO party, I finished up helping with the food in the kitchen, changing into black Jean shorts, a v cut longsleeve white t shirt, black cowgirl boots, and matching silver jewelry with adorning onyx gemstones

I pull into the lot and the party is already started, members all over the place celebrating and drinking, some fighting in the ring while others watched and bet, I found mom and went to check on her

“Hey sweetheart, looking pretty nice for all these slimy guys” she smirks as she sets out some hamburgers

“Well I wanted to look my best for the new member to join the family, now where is he?” She nods as she points over to one of the fires where a man sits, eyes piercing black, sleeves of tattoos and my heart clenches in my chest, never have I seen a member like this but there was something about him that drew me in

I take a hamburger and put it on a plate and get a fresh beer, making my way over to him I sit and he turns to me not saying a word just watching…..observing

“I hear you’re the newcomer, thought I’d welcome you to the family myself!” I smile as I hand him the burger and beer, he takes it hesitantly but his shoulders seem to relax

“You a croweater?” He asks his voice raspy sending a thrilling chill through me

“What no, I’m Jax’s sister” his eyes go wide for a split second

“Didn’t know, never seen you around before” he takes a swig of the cool beer

“Yeah they’ve been hiding me away for a while now, but I’ve convinced them to let me come around more” he grunts as his eyes subtly glance over my exposed thighs

“Good”

•

After that day I started dropping by the club more just to get a glimpse of him or anything really, sure it may sound desperate but that man was all I could think about, he was so mysterious it enticed me, when you grow up in this town with guys knowing your family they weren’t too keen on trying their luck, but Happy is apart of this world

I turn the corner heading to Jax dorm to pass out, completely exhausted from cleaning up after one of the guys drunken ragers they had the night before, when I bump into a firm chest

“Shit sorry lil girl” that nickname oh god he was killing me, looking up I catch his gaze as they roam my body, he’s gotten more comfortable with me since the first night we meet, Jax told me he’s not one for trusting immediately

“No it’s my fault I’m just tired, didn’t see where I was going” I say rubbing my eyes his hands still on my shoulders

“Guys got you running around?” His voice dropping a level like he was mad

“Mom says it’s my job, I have to clean up after everyone, and the guys sure like to make a mess” I try to laugh it off but he’s not laughing

“Come you’re sleeping in my room” he leads me with no hesitance to his dorm, its clean unlike Jax’s

I sit on the bed and he throws me on of his white shirts

“Get comfortable and relax lil girl” then he was gone leaving me with so many feelings

•Present•

It’s been a year since the first moment I meet the love of my life, sure we had an age gap but I didn’t care and he didn’t either, he treated me amazingly unlike how some members treat their woman, even though Jax is my brother he’s a prick to girls, can’t keep his emotions in check, or his dick in his pants, but with Happy I never have to worry about what he’s doing when I’m not there because he’s mine and I’m his, and he reassures me every chance he gets in his own ways

I huff as I strip out of my clothes and unhook my bra as happy lays in the bed, I walk to the mirror and pull my hair back into a messy bun and pull on one of his SAMCRO shirts

“You know I love you in my shirts but your sexy as hell without them lil girl” he grunts making me laugh at his filthy mind

I crawl in next to him and he immediately wraps his arms around me, my head to his chest, I trace my finger gently over his multitude of tattoos

“Think the guys are catching on” he says as he hand lifts the bottom of my shirt resting on my lower back

“How?”

“Well before you I was all over the ladies, think they see I’m not messing around”

“Ever the ladies man, but how could they connect that I’m the only woman you want hmmm?” I tease as I brush my fingers over his cheekbone and he looks down at me

“Sooner or later someone will catch us, you’re not the quietest girl” he smirks tapping my ass

“Hey I can’t help that you fuck me just right”

“You got that right”

•

At the garage I’m sorting through some papers to help mom out since everyone’s been so busy with the white power group coming to town

Hearing the rumble of the bikes we head outside seeing the guys pull up, seeing Happy on his bike always did something to me, weak in my knees seeing him in his kutte showing his muscles and tattoos, all I want to do in that moment is run over like Tara and mom are doing but I can’t, so I just lean against the building as our eyes meet so a while

Chucky comes out of the shop with a burger in hand to see the guys, he was a little ray of sunshine around the place but when the smell of the meat hits me my stomach flips, I run to the garbage can next to the shop and empty everything I’ve eaten today

“Shit are you okay?” He asks worried, I wipe my mouth and nod trying to catch my breath, he helps guide me to the steps to the office to sit down

Looking up happy is crouched in front of me the worry written all over his face

“Sick?” He asks putting his hand on my knee and I feel a little better just at his touch

“I don’t know, just hit me I’m sure I’m fine” looking behind him I see the guys taking glances at us, confused as to why Happy cared

“They’re watching” I whisper as I place my hand ontop of his

“Don’t care right now, had to check if you’re okay” he grumbles

“Are you getting soft on me Happy?”

“Soft? Never and you know that lil girl” he smirks before squeezing my hand and heading back to the guys

I know it’s not just sickness, I’ve been late for my period for 2 months and I’m only now just realizing

I get my purse and head to my car when mom stops me

“And where are you going little lady?”

“I just need to head to the store quickly, need anything?”

“No sweetheart you go, don’t be long”

Driving to the store my mind is racing, how do I tell him? We haven’t really talked about kids, we haven’t even told anyone we’re together let alone having a baby together

I speed through the store getting the test and going to the bathroom, the ten minutes were the slowest of my life

When the timer on my phone goes off my hands are shaking as I take the test and turn it over

Two lines……I’m pregnant

•

I feel the anxiety in my body the whole day even when I’m at home alone nothing can ease me right now except the man I need to tell

The door to my place opens like every other night and it’s Happy, he throws off his boots and slumps down on the couch next to me sighing as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and kissing my temple

“You still feeling sick Angel?” He only used Angel when he was worried

“I have something I need to tell you Hap” his eyes bore into mine telling me to go on

“I wasn’t just sick, I’ve been missing my period for two months, I took a test……I’m pregnant” he was still not a single emotion on his face as his eyes went from mine to my stomach

“I know it’s a lot, we haven’t even talked about it” he gets up and he’s out the door just as quick as he came leaving me with a whole in my heart, I never thought of all his reactions he’d leave

I feel the tears pool and can’t help but let them fall, if he leaves I’ll be alone and I won’t even be able to talk to anyone about it, I just want him he’s all I’ve ever wanted and I’m keeping this little baby no matter what happens

•

I get ready for work the next day, my eyes red and puffy my hair a mess but I couldn’t bring myself to care at this moment, I walk into the shop and get to work

“Sweetheart you look like a mess, rough night?”

“You could say that” I groan rubbing my itchy eyes from all the tears I shed

She pats my shoulder and Chibs walks in dropping off another paper

“Thanks”

“Ye alright las?” He asks as he leans against the desk next to wear im sitting

“Not really Chibs, feels like my world is crumbling and I’m all alone”

“Happy?” My heart stops I look up at him with wide eyes and he just smiles

“What? I…..how did you find out”

“It’s easy, for me atleast, say the way he looks at ye, never seen him care if someone was sick before” I sigh

“Don’t tell anyone please it’s….complicated right now… have you seen him today?”

“Nah, his bike ain’t here yet” I was starting to get worried, the more time went passed the more it felt like he’s really gone

•

It’s mid day and a bunch of cars pull up, mostly woman and kids, confused I go to Jax

“What’s going on?”

“We gotta go into lockdown, zobelle is getting too cocky, can’t risk someone else getting hurt”

“Oh should I go grab an overnight bag?”

“Yeah go quick you should be fine” I left driving quickly to my place, throwing together a bag, some clothes, makeup, perfume, all the necessities

I lock up and turn bumping into a chest making me squeal in surprise

“Whyre you here alone” that gravelly voice, happy

“I…..Jax said I’d be fine to go alone…..where have you been?” I ask looking up at him with a lump in my throat, his eyes ever piercing

“Let’s get you back” he lifts me onto the back of his bike, strapping my helmet on and gets infront of me as we drive off in silence

Getting to the lot I feel so many mixed emotions, does he still love me, was this just an order to come get me

“The place is pretty filled I don’t know where you’re going to stay sis” Jax says, he always seemed to take care of everyone else before me

“She’ll stay in my room, safest place” Jax gives us both a look but nods

Happy takes my bag and we go to his room and when I step in all that doubt is gone, looking around the room my heart is filled with a joy like no other, a bassinet in the corner, a changing station with little SAMCRO blankets and beanies

“Been working on it all night” he says as he sits on the edge of the bed

I turn back to him standing between his legs and his hands come to rubs my hips

“So you want this? You wanna have this baby with me?”

“Hell yeah, when you told me I was shocked, shit I should’ve stayed but you know I’m not great with that emotional shit” I run my hands over his shoulders and he drops his head to rest on my belly

“I know but next time don’t leave me Hap, if you need to leave the room and collect your thoughts I get it but walking out on me…..I thought you were gone for good” his head snaps up as he tightens his grip

“You know you’re mine, you’re not getting rid of me now lil girl” I love when his possessive side comes out

“It’s gonna be a boy” he grumbles matter of fact

“No it’ll be a girl, I see you as a girl dad”

“Yeah we’ll see about that” he pulls me down onto the bed hovering over me

“Do we tell the others or let them guess why you have baby shit in your room and why I’m sporting a baby bump without them knowing I have an old man”

“I like sneaking you around, makes it hot”

“Oh really, well Chibs already figured us out, guess we wait to see how long it takes the rest”

•

Sitting around a table for dinner, everyone’s having chili and fries, sat next to Chibs and Happy, across from us is Jax Tigs and Tara

“Sis want a beer?” Jax asks trying to hand me one but Happy takes it instead

“Oh I’m good still feeling a bit sick” I lie as happy takes a sip of the beer like it was no big deal but the guys gave us a look

“Am I missing something here?” Tigs asks

“No?”

Chucky comes out of the back straight to Happy

“Hey happy sir, what’s with the baby stuff in your room” chucky was always scared of happy, as he should

“What the hell were you doing in my room” he growls staring daggers at him

“I…..Gemma wanted me to drop of something for y/n and she’s staying in your room” I look back at the others and I can see things click

“Wait wait wait, happy you better explain yourself” Jax groans

“It’s private” I place my hand on his thigh under the table trying my best not to smirk, everyone knows happy keeps things private so they didn’t ask much further, mostly out of fear

Looking next to me to Chibs he gives me a knowing smile of congrats, he leans in whispering

“Bit old for ye aye lassy” he laughs making me blush

“Even better”

After supper I’m feeling tired from the roller coaster of a day, deciding to head to bed early

The crew hanging around the poll tables

“I’m gonna head to bed, night guys” without a second though and almost on instinct I lean up and pull happy into a kiss and walk off not even thinking twice about it until arms are wrapped around me carrying me back to the guys, juice sits me down on the table and every is just looking at me shocked

“What? Did I do something wrong?” Happy stands across from me smirking

“You just kissed me lil girl” my face completely flushed as I look at everyone around me wanting to shrink in on myself

“Lil girl? What the hell when did you start calling her that?” Clay asks and a chill runs down my spine he was always very protective

“Look it was just a mistake, just a thank you for helping me today” I try to intervene

“You sure?” Bobby asks with a raised eyebrow

“Come on Angel just tell them” happy grumbles wrapping his arms around my waist after I jump down from the table

“Are you sure?” I ask looking up and back at him, his hands placed over my belly, he nods and grunts in agreement

“I’m Happys ol lady”

“Uuuuuuuuuh since when?” Juice asks dumbfounded

“About a year, kinda hit it off during his welcome party”

“A year? And out of everyone happy that psycho” Tigs says making happy laugh

“I like them a little crazy, plus he makes me feel like an angel”

“You better or you’re dead” clay says

“Hold up a minute……the baby shit in your room happy? Are you pregnant sis?”

“Yeah, just found out today” the guys cheer congratulating us both

“Must be pretty pussy whipped to finally settle down brother” Tigs adds making me smack him up side the head

“You’re just jealous”

“Yeah she’s all mine, you’re stuck with pass arounds, I got the best piece of ass out there” happy smirks as he smacks my ass making me blush, shit I love this man

•

It’s been a few days now of this lock down and I was going a little crazy and these pregnancy cravings were kicking in high gear

Sighing I sit at the bench outside the club waiting for the guys to get back, too many people in there and I can’t stand the constant chatter, I like my peace and I always got that with Happy

Halfsack comes out and sits across from me, he’s sweet he’s around my age so we get along well

“Who’re you feeling? Heard you’re pregnant!”

“Fine just reeeeeeeeally hungry, I want a chocolate brownie milkshake and pizza but I can’t leave” he laughs

“Want me to order it for you?”

“Please! I’ll put in a good word for you with the infamous Tacoma killer” he perks up like a little boy and whips out his phone

“I’m on it!”

We wait a while and the gates open and the guys pull into the lot just in time for Half sack to get my food coming back and placing it infront of me, a whole pizza and a large milkshake making me look ridiculous as the guys come over

“A little hungry there lassy” Chibs laughs and I look down embarrassed

Happy leans down next to me kissing my temple

“The baby has cravings and I’m hungry” I groan

“No one comments on what she eats again” happy growls as he hands me my drink and opens the box for me

“Yeah he’s totally pussy whipped”

“Watch yourself tiggy don’t think I won’t beat your ass just because I’m pregnant” I say making everyone laugh

•

It’s been 5 months and I’m about 7 months along now, today we are having the baby reveal at the club, mom insisted we celebrate since it’ll be a new member to the family, walking into the club with Happy, his hand on my lower back guiding me along, he’s become extra touchy with me since he found out I was pregnant

“Okay everyone put in your guesses on what you think the baby will be!” Mom says going around from each person

“Definitely a boy” Jax said

“Nah man Happys totally a girl dad” tig adds and chibs agrees

“I’m with Jax it’s a boy” juice cheers, Opie agrees, halfsack says it’ll be a girl, dad thinks a boy and mom does too

“From mothers intuition I think it’s a little girl”

“So I’ll have two lil girls now” happy whispers to me

“No im your lil girl, this’ll be your baby girl” he smiles rubbing my belly

“Come on you two plenty of time for that on your own time let’s find out!” Mom says motioning for us to come up, she hands us both guns, paint ball guns with a target we’re meant to shot

“Alright 3…..2….1!” We both shoot and pink paint explodes across the targets, I scream jumping into Happys arms

“I told you!!!!” I can’t believe I’m have a little girl, happy holds me close and kisses my temple

“I’m gonna protect you both for the rest of my life lil girl” and in that moment I knew he was all I’ll ever need

•

Taglist: @mamawiggers1980 @samcrosfaith

[bestruction]

Hii! Can i request Sasuke x fem uchiha reader arranged marriage? Please make it non massacred au 😄

Arranged marriage

Summary: Your father decides to marry you off to the youngest son of the Clan Uchiha, one of the most well-known and respectful families in Konoha due to its participation in the village foundation.

Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this one! Thank you for requesting and thank you @lost-and-found-jc for listening to my ideas to this scenario and correcting eventual mistakes 💜

Warnings: none, just fluff

The warm sunlight filtered through the garden’s treetops as you scattered handfuls of feed onto the dirt. Your chickens clucked happily at your feet, their small pecks and rustling feathers the only sounds accompanying your thoughts. You tried to focus on them, on the rhythm of this small task, but your mind wandered inevitably to the unwelcoming weight pressing down on your life: Sasuke Uchiha and the wedding looming closer with every passing day.

You couldn't shake off the stress that had been accumulating over the past few weeks. Every conversation with him had been a disaster so far. You two couldn't seem to find common ground and no fighting or begging would delay the ceremony any longer. You kept replaying your first meeting with him in your mind, maybe that's already where things went wrong? But honestly, you weren't the only one at fault here.

That day the morning sun filtered through the paper screen doors of the meeting hall, casting a soft glow over the polished wooden floors. You sat stiffly in your formal attire, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. Your family had already blessed the union, leaving you no say in it. Arranged marriages weren’t uncommon among the elite clans, especially when it came to ensuring the bloodline remained strong. Still, it felt suffocating.

You were about to leave behind everything you’d ever know, your family, your home, even your team. All to live in the Uchiha district, where you'd be nothing more than a piece in their political chess game. The thought made your stomach churn. Your family had the money they needed and they had the kekkei genkai your family desired. It was a simple exchange of interests. It didn't matter how much your sisters tried to comfort you by saying after giving birth to one child, you'd be free to live as you please and the marriage would only be a formality. Actually, the thought scared you even more: marry a man you don't know, sleep with him, give birth to a child, and live an empty life.

When the shoji door slid open with a whisper, the room seemed to grow colder. Two Uchiha elders stepped inside, their expressions calm and unreadable. Behind them, a figure entered the room, his presence commanding without effort.

Sasuke Uchiha.

You swallowed hard. You had heard of him, of course. The younger brother of the famed Uchiha prodigy, Itachi, and an exceptional shinobi in his own right. Your father wanted to marry you off to the oldest, but your mother convinced him the younger one was the best option since he was close in age to you. But looking at him now, you couldn't find one simple trait in his behavior that made you want to engage in a conversation with him.

He was striking, as everyone said—raven-black hair that framed his sharp features and onyx eyes that seemed to pierce through you with a single glance. He was handsome, you had to admit, but his expression was blank, and the air around him was heavy with indifference. He didn’t seem particularly pleased to be here either.

His eyes flicked to you briefly, assessing, before he sat down across from you with an elegance that felt almost rehearsed. He leaned back slightly, resting his elbow on the armrest, his posture casual but exuding confidence.

The elders talked about something you weren't interested but soon they left you two alone. It was part of the process to let you two get to know each other a bit before the ceremony. You could still hear faint voices outside, muffled by the walls, but inside, the silence was thick and oppressive. Sasuke Uchiha stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed but exuding an air of indifference. He didn’t look at you—his eyes were fixed on the far wall as though he couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge your presence.

You waited, expecting at least a polite greeting. After all, he was in your home. He had come here as a guest to finalize the details of this arrangement. The bare minimum courtesy wouldn’t hurt.

But he said nothing. Not a word.

The longer the silence stretched, the more your irritation grew, burning in your chest until it felt impossible to ignore. Finally, you straightened your back, glaring at him.

“You’re not going to say anything?” you demanded, your tone sharper than you’d intended. “Not even a ‘hello’ or ‘nice to meet you’?”

His eyes finally flickered to you, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you thought he might offer some sort of apology or explanation, but instead, his lips parted, and he said, flatly, “What’s there for me to say?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his audacity. “Excuse me?”

Sasuke tilted his head slightly as if the question genuinely puzzled him. “This is an arrangement. A duty. Talking isn’t going to change anything.”

His tone was calm, almost bored, but the bluntness of his words struck a nerve. You felt heat rise to your face, not from embarrassment but from sheer frustration.

“So that’s it?” you scoff. “You’re just going to stand there like this is some tedious errand?”

He shrugged, the motion casual enough to feel like a deliberate insult. “What else did you expect? This is a simple task for me. One my clan expects me to fulfill. I don’t see the point in making it more than that.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms as you struggled to keep your composure. “Do you even realize how rude you’re being right now? You’re in my house, meeting me for the first time, and you can’t even muster a single polite word?”

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by your growing anger. “Do you want me to lie to you?" He asks as if he is mocking you. "I'm not going to-"

"I want basic decency" You shot back not even letting him finish whatever stupid thing he had to say "Or is that too much effort for you?"

You had...A temper. He had to give you that. His eyes narrowed slightly at your words, and for the first time, his expression shifted—just a flicker of something sharp and irritated beneath the surface. “ Why waste time on pleasantries?”

“Because it’s called respect, Uchiha,” you said through gritted teeth. “So have some manners at least"

He signed, pinching the bridge of your nose, remembering Itachi told him to make a good first impression. How could you two be arguing already?

"Look, I'm not your prince charming. We don't have to act like we are in love or-"

"I know that," You said interrupting him again "But I didn't expect you to be this arrogant"

"I didn't expect you to be this annoying" He shrugged

For a moment, the room felt colder, the tension between you crackling like the air before a storm. Sasuke’s gaze locked onto yours, his onyx eyes dark and unyielding, but you refused to back down. If he thought he could intimidate you into silence, he was sorely mistaken.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the faint crunch of gravel behind you. You stiffened, glancing over your shoulder, and there he was again—Sasuke Uchiha, leaning against the garden’s wooden gate as if he owned the place. His dark hair shifted slightly in the breeze, and his posture was as casual as ever, but his piercing onyx eyes betrayed the scrutiny he cast over you.

You sighed heavily, brushing the dust off your hands before facing him fully. “Why are you here ?” you asked your tone far from welcoming.

He stepped closer “The meetings are supposed to happen more often now that the date’s set,” he said without much enthusiasm, his voice carrying the same detached coolness you were already so sick of.

“Then why aren’t you inside with the others?” you shot back, crossing your arms.

"Already trying to get rid of me? I couldn't be more lucky to have such a loving bride" He shrugged, barely sparing a glance at the chickens pecking around your feet. “Didn’t feel like being there."

You huffed. “ You never feel like doing anything, do you?”

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a faint smirk. Sasuke had learned in the past few months, you didn't back down if he pushed your buttons and some twisted part of his brain liked that about you. He respected that, the fact that you could stand your ground and tell him to "fuck off" if it was necessary instead of accepting everything like a lost puppy.

“And yet here I am, stuck with some spoiled countryside girl who spends her time playing farmer. Thrilling.”

You froze, the feed bag slipping slightly in your grip as his words hit you like a sharp jab. Spoiled? Countryside girl? The nerve of him! You narrowed your eyes at him, your temper flaring.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Uchiha. I didn’t realize feeding animals was beneath someone like you. What do you do for fun? Besides being a complete waste of my time?"

He arched a brow, widening slightly...And chuckles? So he could laugh, great, "I waste my time with you"

Your grip on the bag tightened because it didn't matter if the sun made his onyx eyes shine, or if his smile was slightly beautiful. “Tell me, does your brother behave this horribly, or is this just a special talent of yours?”

At that, something flickered across his face—a shadow of irritation, maybe even offense—but it vanished so quickly you weren’t sure you’d even seen it. He stepped closer, his dark gaze boring into yours with unsettling intensity.

“My brother doesn’t waste his time entertaining pointless questions,” he said coolly, the sharp edge to his voice unmistakable.

“Good for him,” you shot back, lifting your chin defiantly. “At least he seems like a decent person. Maybe you should take notes.”

The smirk fell from his face, replaced by a stony expression that sent a chill down your spine. Sasuke had lived his whole life in Itachi's shadow, the last thing he needed was a girl like you talking about things you didn't even understand about. For a moment, the air between you seemed to crackle with tension, and you thought he might say something sharp in return. But instead, he straightened, turning his attention back to the chickens as if you weren’t worth the effort.

“You should stick to feeding your animals,” he said, his tone calm but biting. “At least they’ll listen to whatever you have to say since they don't have a choice. ”

Before you could stop yourself, you grabbed a handful of feed and flung it at him. The grains scattered, a few landing on his sleeve and the shoulder of his dark shirt.

He froze, his eyes narrowing as he turned his head slowly toward you. “Are you crazy? ”

“Are you stupid? ,” you snapped your hands grabbing another fist of food and throwing it at him again.

He plucked off a few grains on his shoulder and threw them back at you and that made you laugh. The last thing you expected was having a chicken food fight with the son of one of the most respectful clans in Konoha.

"What are you laughing about, huh?" He asked cleaning the remaining grans on his clothes.

"We are gonna kill each other if we keep going like this after the ceremony," You said wiping away what had gotten in your hair.

For a moment, you both stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. Then, to your utter surprise, he let out a faint, humorless laugh, shaking his head slightly as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

"May the best one win?" He says offering the grains to a chicken next to his feet. "You can take them with you if you want to" You frown your eyebrows at him "To the district, you can take them" He points at the chicken.

"I wasn't planning on leaving them behind, but thank you" He kept following a chicken, trying to offer her some food and the poor animal kept running away from him "Stop chasing her, just let her come to you," You said as if it's the most simple thing ever because truly, it is.

He sat down, hand raised in the air, looking at the chicken completely lost but waiting for her.

"I'm gonna put this away" You took the feed bag to the storage room and walked back slowly just to find Sasuke surrounded by all the chickens, frozen. You didn't know if he was afraid of moving and scaring them or just didn't know he could actually move.

The second prodigy of the clan Uchiha looked...Cute? If that's a word you could use for him. He heard you chuckling softly and turned his gaze towards you, head not moving, just his eyes, glaring at your soul.

"Nothing, nothing," You said crouching down in front of him and gathering a few of the grains that you had dropped in your silly war with him to offer the animals as well "You like animals?" You asked trying to make a conversation.

"They are more honest than most people"

"I guess they are..." You said finally looking at him "You know you can move, right?"

"Of course I do" he muttered under his breath...ears blushing? He didn't know "I'm going to head back inside" Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked back toward the house, his posture stiff.

You watched him go, your heart pounding with a mix of something you couldn't quite name. As much as he annoyed you, you couldn’t deny that a small, petty part of you enjoyed riling him up.

“Arrogant jerk,” you muttered, turning back to your chickens. But even as you tried to focus on them, you couldn’t shake the strange, electric energy that lingered in the air long after he was gone.

[sarawritestories]

Hi! Can I request a xaden riorson X reader angst ?

Ask and you shall receive!

A Dragon Without its Rider is a Tragedy

Xaden Riorson X Reader

1000 Followers Celebration Post!

Summary: Xaden and you are on a mission where everything goes wrong.

Content Warning: Blood, Poisioning Main Character Death, Angst.

This is a short one but packed with Angst.

Word count 731

1000 follower Celebration Masterlist

Tags: @garricks4thwingqueen

My blood begins to burn as the poison, from the dagger currently residing in my abdomen, courses through my veins. Liam is hovering over me, his face in and out of my focus, but I’m glad it’s his face and not of the venin’s snarling face that sunk his dagger in me. When my eyes focus on the blonde’s handsome face is riddled with guilt.

I watch as a venin sneaks up behind Liam. Dagger at the ready, my feet were moving before my mind could properly think through all the options. Liam will not die today. I shoulder Liam knocking him over as the blade pierces through my flesh. I scream out in pain as I watch Venin’s grin turn into something sinister as she sinks the blade deeper into my stomach. The venin flees before Liam can kill her.

“Why would you do that for me?” He asks as I begin cough harshly. The sounds of battle erupting behind us.

The agonizing roar of my dragon floods my ears. I whimper as Liam loops his arms under mine and begins to drag me over. My limbs start to feel numb unaware of the rocks digging into my skin. Breathing is becoming difficult with every inhale, “Sloane needs you, Liam.” I wheezed. Liam gently leaning me against a tree trunk. My eyes begin to grow heavy. “Tell Xaden-“

Liam shakes his head, “Tell him yourself, he is on his way. Just stay with me.” He grips my hand lacing his fingers between mine. “You will not let go of my hand; help is coming.”

The ground shakes, as two dragons land on the ground in front of us. my Red clubtail laid her head so her nose brushed my foot.  Hang on, Little one. I groan. Glancing at the second dragon, my vision blurs, but I know that shade of blue anywhere, “Sgaeyl.” Sharp pain overtakes my body as I cry out squeezing Liam’s hand. My eyes feel extremely heavy, I allow them to close and lean my head back.

I feel a hand cup my face, fingers lightly tapping my face. “Hey, stay with me, sweetheart.” Xaden’s voice breaks through though his voice sounds like we are underwater.  My eyes creak open and for a brief moment I meet his gold fleck Onyx eyes.

“Xaden.” I whisper utilizing my vocal cords becoming a strenuous act.

He wipes my damp hair from my forehead. “Shhh, we will get you to a healer, love, I just need you to stay with me.”

“I’m …so …tired.” I whimper, “I…Need…to…tell you…” I cough and Xaden rubs my back.

“No. No goodbyes.” Xaden whispers, “We will get you help,” I note that his voice cracks. Another wave of pain causes me to wince.

“Stop…Lying…” I give him a weak smile, trying to blink.  “We…don’t…have... a lot of…Time…” I try to reach for him, but my arm won’t move. As if sensing what I want he lifts my hand and places my palm on his tan cheek.

“As your Wing Leader, I command you to live.”

“When…have… I…ever…Listened…to…you...” He laughs as tears stream down his cheeks, and he presses his forehead to mine. “I…Lo” I try to take a deep breath as chills overtake my body. “I…love…You…”

“I love you too.” Xaden presses his lips to mine. “Fuck, don’t leave me.” He sniffles.  My dragon gave a low whine...

“I’m…Sorry…” I wince once more. “Liam.” Xaden moves, so the blonde can be in my line of site. “No…Regrets…”

Liam kiss my forehead, “It’s been an honor being your friend.”

“No…The…Honor…is…mine.

Another whine from my dragon as she nudges my foot.  Hey you.

Hello, Little One. I’m sorry I could not protect you.

It’s not your…fault… I …loved…being…your..rider..

And I loved being your dragon. Close Your eyes, Little one. Don’t fight it anymore. We’ll be okay.

I lean back my head against the wall. “Hold Me.” I whisper, closing my eyes as I do. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me the burning no longer there replaced by a cool numbness, the chills.

“I don’t want to do this without you.”

I can’t even bring myself to smile. “Try…Live… Love…”

He presses his head to mine as Liam still grips my hand. Darkness consumes me, the sounds of a dragon roaring the last thing I hear before walking into the welcoming arms of Malek.

[oncasette]

heyyyy long time no see BUT could you do sailor song w rafayel for the song prompts?? much love 🪷

idk if this fits the song, but it's what came to mind. thanks for the request xx

For as long as you'd known Rafayel, you don't think you'd ever seen him so tense. Or, not tense. Contemplative, maybe. In his head.

He'd always been quick with his tongue, charismatic, teasing to a fault. Even when he was pouting, his lips seemed to form a smile just as easy, just as quick. Now, though, his brow is sewn tight and his jaw is clenched. The brush in his grip is moments away from splintering and cracking, his eyes are a hazy mix of indigo and mulberry. Watching him from the couch in his studio, you can see the tension rolling off of him in waves. Each stroke against the canvas reads violent—deep onyx and carmine marring the bleached underpainting.

His teeth clack together as he drops the paintbrush in the cup with a grunt. You'd let him stew in his "artistic frustration" for a couple of hours, now, but you figured it was a good time to try and bring him back down.

His muscles tighten as you wrap yourself around his back, joining your hands around his middle. Sea salt tinges your nostrils as you nose the nape of his neck. A kiss follows, then a trail that leads across his paint-stained shoulders. He bristles, but he lets you do as you please. Slowly, he starts to melt back into you.

"You okay?" you ask. He nods, still eyeing the piece in front of him cautiously. It's still in its early stages. You can't make out what the shapes and colors mean, just yet, but in time you're sure it'll stun you just like the others. A memory twinkles in the back of your mind. Cold, dark, blood-red and fiery night. Before you have a chance to fully grasp it, Rafayel is turning in your hold.

Hands find the curve of your jaw, tilting your eyes to his and bringing his forehead to press against yours. It's only a whisper of a breath, a brush of his lips, before he's sealing his mouth to yours and stealing all the air out of the room. One hand slides to your hip to pull you in tighter, pressing you firmly against his body. He kisses you like he's drowning, like you're the only thing tethering him to the buoy at the top of the water, like you're floating away and he can only stay afloat if he holds you tighter than the current.

You only break when your lungs start to burn.

"Raf?" you pant.

"Pomegranate," he mumbles, licking his lips.

"What?"

"You taste like pomegranate today," he says again, running the tip of his nose against yours.

"Is that a good thing?" you ask. He shrugs. The heel of his hand digs into the small of your back.

"Anything's good as long as it's you."

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

This is also me shamelessly submitting another request alongside my very NSFW one: could we get Raphael being there while Tav gives birth?

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Tav paced back and forth, hands resting on her swollen belly. Each time a contraction tore through her she would grimace, bend forward as much as possible, and bear it with whatever dignity she scrounged up. When the pain passed, she’d resume pacing.

“Mistress,” said the Infernal physician, “perhaps you should lay down -”

“No,” barked Tav. “I don’t want to lay down.”

“So you intend to wear a trench into my floors instead?” Drawled Raphael.

“Yes,” replied Tav, glaring daggers at him.

“Mistress,” the physician tried again, “it would be easier for both you and the child if you -”

“I’m not bloody laying down,” growled Tav. “I’ve been laying down for the last three months of pregnancy. I need to move around or I’m going to cut this baby out of my stomach myself.”

“You won’t change her mind,” Raphael said lightly, “she’s a stubborn creature. She’ll do things her way until she simply cannot any longer.”

The physician sighed, rubbing her eyes.

Tav’s waters had broken several hours ago – much to poor Haarlep’s horror. Raphael was away on business at the time, but as soon as word reached him that his first offspring was about to be born, he’d burst back into the house, physician in tow. The birthing room had been ready for a few days, Tav slightly exceeding her due date, so the three had sequestered inside. Now it was simply a waiting game. The physician hovered nearby. Raphael sat in a plush, comfy chair, seeming to all the world as indifferent and relaxed as usual. Only the occasional twitch of his tail gave away his potential anxiety.

It felt like the entire House of Hope, even every wailing soul within the walls, were holding their breaths. Teetering on the edge of anticipation for the ushering in of a new era: the birth of a prince.

“Ah…!” Tav stopped in her tracks. Hissed as fresh, furious pain wracked her. Different, sharper than before. It didn’t fade. “I think…argh, I think he’s coming…!”

The physician touched Tav’s belly, felt lower, between her thighs. “Yes. You’re open enough. I feel his head. You need to get into the water.”

The physician helped Tav out of her sweat-soaked nightdress and in to the bathing pool of hot water. Raphael watched intently, his onyx and ember eyes never blinking, as Tav – teeth gritted – eased herself into a sitting position, knees up and apart. The water and its soothing magic helped, but the baby wanted out, now. Demanding, just like his father, and damn was she feeling it.

“Gods…he finally decides he’s ready and he’s just going to…to rip right through me…” Tav panted. Curled her fists. Cried out as a violent contraction signalled the end, and the beginning.

“Start pushing,” instructed the physician. Tav groaned, a sound that morphed into a dull scream. Raphael stood up, crossed the room, standing close. His tail thrashed wildly but his expression remained neutral. Tav gave him a foul, pained look.

“This is your fault,” she snarled, slapping her palms on the sides of the bath. “I’ll kill you for this, I swear it.”

“Of course you will, darling,” purred Raphael.

He was not indifferent to her suffering, she knew. Part of him enjoyed it. That she was agonising to bring their – his – son into life only made her pain taste sweeter. It was the simple truth of Raphael’s nature. Something Tav had accepted long ago. Birthing this baby was the scariest thing she’d ever done, scarier than coming to terms with how she felt for a diabolical devil, that she was willing to give him her soul and her heart. Even facing down the Netherbrain didn’t compare. She was hurting and she was frightened, but Raphael was there, strong and assured and steady, and Tav knew she could get through it.

Not without one Hell of a fuss, however.

“GET THIS DAMN THING OUT OF ME!” She bellowed between screams.

“Keep pushing!” Yelled the physician.

“What do you think I’m doing?!” Tav roared back.

“Push, Tav,” Raphael intoned. Commanded. “Let our son’s life begin.”

Eventually, amidst the blood and pain and chaos, it did. A wrinkled, wet and wailing infant was placed on Tav’s chest and she, exhausted and delirious, loved him instantly and irrevocably.

“Healthy,” declared the physician, “and strong. Very strong.”

Tav tiredly adjusted her baby, who latched onto her nipple and began to suckle. His thin, ropey little tail curled. Raphael looked down at them, smug and preening with pride. He would never be the type to offer her his hand to squeeze for comfort, or become overly emotional and adoring of his new son, but he was there. He stayed. And those things mattered more to Tav than her pride would ever let her admit.

[statyx02]

okay actually more assorted moon and turtle and peril thoughts

moon and peril have pretty much no positive interaction within the arc (with the only two exceptions to my knowledge being when moon looked at peril with pity at the end of chapter 8 of escaping peril and when moon laughs at peril’s thoughts in chapter 19 of the same book) and in fact, throughout most of escaping peril moon is outright aggressive towards peril, and describes her thoughts as “disturbing”, (which is interesting given how turtle is noted to have developed violent intrusive thoughts in talons of power following his fight with chameleon-as-shapeshifter in the previous book). It seems almost out of character given her willingness to excuse winter, flame, darkstalker, etc.’s hostility, even when others tell her she shouldn’t. moon is usually portrayed as empathetic to a fault, and yet she switched to being hostile to peril in a way that contradicts their initial interactions in moon rising, especially given that moon saw peril try to save carnelian and bigtail in the fire. she has a level of disdain for her that only makes sense if we assume she’s taken winter’s opinions on her as gospel, which she notably refuses to do later for darkstalker, but i digress*

turtle does have a positive relationship with both of them, in both cases seeming to stem from his feeling of solidarity towards them and their “dangerous” powers. in the case of peril, he goes as far as to say he had considered telling peril about his animus magic, a secret he has kept from everyone his entire life, based solely on the principle that, “we’re not so different, you and i.”

the three do share a narrative similarity as well, being that they all temporarily lose their abilities in their own books. moon becomes unable to read minds when she takes the skyfire necklace from onyx, peril gives up her firescales when she accepts the enchanted pendant from chameleon, and turtle is enchanted to lose his animus magic by darkstalker. interestingly though, they all have different reactions to it. for moon, she is startled and afraid by the sudden quietness, and describes feeling as though she is drowning in silence. she is quick to pass the amulet to qibli, and feels as though she needs to sit and take in the noise after her powers return. turtles reaction is both negative and positive. while he feels that his powers being taken away is worse than his imprisonment, he describes feeling as though he has been “scoured clean” of his power. peril losing her power was a gift to her, she views it as a kindness to “no longer be herself”. she loses this mentality towards the end of the book as she works through her trauma from queen scarlet, but her initial reaction to losing her powers is still positive.

i think turtles neutral view towards his ability is what lets him relate to both moon and peril, he understands what its like to feel anxiety at the thought of that power being taken away, but he also knows why peril feels her firescales are a curse. he approaches both with a kindness and compassion that peril and moon do not show each other.

we started seeing the signs of a more positive relationship between the two towards the end of escaping peril (such as the scene in which peril burns the scroll, qibli and winter are horrified, but moon and turtle are both appreciative of peril), but unfortunately given the group is separated following darkstalker’s release, that dynamic was never explored further, i really think with how turtle cares for both of them, the three of them could have been close friends had they spent more time together

*having reread that scene i realized she’s specifically hostile to peril because she, in her thoughts, insulted qibli’s intelligence and implied it would be easy to defeat him in a fight, which feels like a strange thing to be upset about given several of her close friends (i.e. darkstalker, winter, and qibli himself) plan how they could defeat others in a fight if they had to, and have been known to insult turtle (and others), peril isnt any more hostile than they are, so moons fear of her is based almost entirely on her firescales. its somewhat reciprocated with peril’s reaction to moon’s ability, but peril was upset with turtle having assumed it to be a trap, not moon

[toreadorcaretaker]

The Beast Attacks Itself

OC x Sebastian LaCroix

Summary: Clement Gray (OC - bio here) loses a patient who looks like his sire and has a self-destructive episode. His protectiveness over LaCroix pulls him out of it. Image Source

TW: minor character death in a medical setting, thoughts of suicide, dissociation, lots of negative self-talk

The woman looks so soft even under the harsh lights of Trauma Care. Her short-cropped curls frame a face in the shape of a heart. She’s the spitting image of Sorcha, the sire whose soul sleeps dead inside of Clement Gray. And it’s been many, many minutes since she flatlined.

Ultimately, it only takes one person to wrestle the defibrillators out of Clement’s hands. But that person has to be a kindred. Clement has already bested three of his human coworkers and nearly electrocuted one of them on accident in his furious efforts to keep trying.

He gets out as soon as he realized that the woman is not coming back. Her vivid green eyes stare upward, unmoving. He doesn’t even know her name and now she’s gone, she’s gone because he was too late to help her. And Clement is an absolute hazard now.

He puts himself in the bathroom, much the way one puts hazardous waste in its proper safety disposal box.

He makes a strange noise too quiet to be a wail. Guilt presses against the back of his eyes like a physical nausea. In the mirror, his aura writhes violently with red and black pulsations. All three eyes are flooded onyx from the pupil dilation brought on by rage. He can feel his humanity slipping away, and whether it’s because of the loss of life, or because of his vicious response to his own guilt, he can’t say. But he looks at what’s in the mirror and all he can do is hate. Kill, says the beast. Kill whoever let that woman die. That would be him.

He's seen people looking this way plenty of times, and he found the beauty in it without even trying. LaCroix, for one. He doesn’t want to resent anyone for a fury like this, even himself, not ever. But here he is resenting it, and he’d better stop looking at himself or he’ll frenzy bad enough to break the glass (which is not his, and probably expensive).

At some point, he gets himself into a bathroom stall where he can’t cause a scene. At some point after that, he’s on the tile, slumped back against the wall. When did that happen? He can’t tell if there are people coming in and out of the surrounding stalls or if it’s just his imagination. It’s too chaotic inside his own head to distinguish that from the echoing footsteps around him. He’ll be useless tonight and maybe for several nights unless he does something.

Come on now. Don’t be a fucking coward who can’t even reach out for support. Do what you’d have Sebastian do. He slips something out of his pocket without looking down, still staring blankly at the stall door. A burner phone. LaCroix hates them. He’ll be glad for the excuse to throw both of theirs away.

He tries to type, “I’m not okay,” but it keeps slipping away into “are you okay” which frankly doesn’t make any sense as a first message. Instead he manages, “This a good time?”

“This had better be of the upmost urgency, Gray.” That’s a no.

Ugly thoughts break in. He’s already annoyed. He’ll hate you if you complain about your own mistakes like it isn’t your fault in the first place. He’ll hate you RIGHTLY.

No he won’t, stop it, stop thinking the worst of him. What, does no one except YOU have any mercy?

It’s not thinking the worst of him to think he’d hate your damned-to-hell self-pity. The man has taste.

He can’t tell which side of him is the beast preying on his own shame, and which is his better self. But it doesn’t matter. Clement feels something twist inside his gut again, enough pain to cut through the guilt. Just be honest. “I lost a patient.”

“I’m sorry.” Then, “It’s never easy. But such is the nature of taking responsibility for our fellow kindred. Such is life, and unlife.”

It should help, but it doesn’t. The thought of dismissing a life as easily as that sets him physically shaking. After pushing air in and out of his lungs a few times, he forces out a reply. “You’re right. But I can’t take that stance on it at the moment. Just not there yet.” That’s not the whole truth. How can he convey how bad things really are? “She wasn’t a kindred, she was human. She looked like my sire. I feel dangerous right about now.”

There’s no immediate answer. He can almost feel Sebastian’s impatience, his judgement – whether real or imagined. Suddenly it occurs to Clement that he’s not thinking about the girl anymore, he’s only thinking about himself, his own guilt, and guilt piles on top of guilt until it wrenches at him sickeningly again. Think about her, don’t think about her – it doesn’t matter. She’s dead. Nothing he can do will fix it. Nothing will help at all, except maybe to replace himself with another Salubri who won’t mess up so often. Find someone. Anyone. Go get diablerized before this can happen again.

LaCroix probably already threw away the burner phone. Maybe Clement is alone now. Better get his legs to unbend and get off the fucking floor.

He tries to send his legs the “stand up” signal. It’s not working. Not enough motivation. Why should he stand up, why should he walk out and be in public, if he’s the kind of person who lets someone die on his watch?

The phone buzzes, finally. “Forgive me, this isn’t exactly my specialty. A gentler tone is called for. What do you need?”

“No, it’s okay. I’m springing this on you like it’s nothing. You can tell me to stop talking, okay? But if you want to help, give me a task. Anything. I just want to do something. Be useful.”

There’s no hesitation this time. “Come home at once.” Clement's heart twists in desperate gratitude. The picture of Sebastian in his mind morphs: no longer scowling at the phone impatiently, but nervous, compassionate, probably pacing in front of his picture windows. How could he ever have thought otherwise? When it comes to matters between the two of them, Sebastian is really so kind.

“That’s not what I mean. Something for you.”

“I need you with me. You can’t worry me like this.” He types and erases several times. “Please.”

A switch flips instantly in Clement. “I’m coming. Destroy the phone.”

The legs are working now. He’s still zoned out badly enough that he’s losing pockets of time, but he’s moving. He’s in the hallway, saying something to his supervisor that he won’t remember later, about how he’s not fit to work at the moment. She’s far too kind in response, by his estimation. Then he’s at his locker, once again dressed in the clothes that LaCroix hugged that evening before he left for work. They still smell like his cologne.

Outside in the rain, he starts to come back to himself. He doesn’t trust himself to drive and calls a cab instead, but at least he’s not fighting his beast anymore. He’s in harmony with it. His own reflection looks back at him again, from the rain-streaked window this time. It’s still pouring off a radiant darkness. But Sebastian’s probably looks the same way right now, out of fear for his sake. How many soldiers did Sebastian lose, in how many wars? And yet the Prince deserves so much happiness.

Yes, reason is coming back now. How could Clement hurt anyone who even resembles the man he loves? He won’t, he can’t – he’ll stand against anyone who would. I am an instrument for his defense. I am needed. Fuck you if you come between Sebastian and what he needs.

The beast and the man chant in unison: Make it home for him. For him. For him. For him.

[captawesomesauce]

Thoughts at noon... (drama at the aquarium)

So they introduced a new turtle to the Shark Lagoon at the @aquariumpacific, and dude... he's been a menace... and I feel so bad for the other animals in the tank that he's obviously stressing out. It's really the delinquent tank, where they all have personalities that border on delinquent and detention worthy antics, but more than anything, they're all slow, sleepy, and silly. - Fern the zebra shark will just plop down anywhere she wants and often will get snuggled by the rays and the turtles. Now and then she'll get a bug up her butt and go digging and messing with the stuff under the sand that she isn't supposed to. Mostly she just likes to sleep. - Basalt the reticulated ray is the biggest and sleepiest animal in the aquarium. 400lbs of pure napping energy. It wants nothing more than to just lay somewhere for hours and be covered in silt and dirt. Now and then it'll go for a lap or 10 and have some fun, often it'll lay down and put one of its long sides against Fern. More than anything, all the other animals will come by and wake it up/move it now and then. But they let it sleep for a while before nudging it along. It never seems stressed just like... fine... turtle moved me... i'll just go lay over here. They never chase it or anything, just... hey.. move. - Onyx is another ray, but much smaller... pure black. Thats why we call them Onyx and Basalt... they don't really have names but color wise, that works. Onyx is a little ball of energy, and a trouble maker... loves to attack coral rocks and things under the sand, loves to tease and play with Basalt, and sometimes will bug Fern a time or two. More little kid energy than anything. - Theo and Lou are the two Olive Ridleys and they're big deal is that they sleep... a lot... They're never in the same tank together, they just switch them out now and then. Often you can find them snuggling with the Fern, or just in their little turtle cave that they like to nap in. They are unspatial as fuck. Literally just slowly gliding/crawling through the tank running into every rock, coral, and animal in there. It's hilarious watching them try and get into the cave as it's a game of left left left, NO right!!! right!! bang! Oof, never let them park your car people... it's a disaster. These guys need about 20 hrs of sleep a day, wake up, get air, swim, have fun, take a nap. That's like - their whole shtick. They know they're cute, they have main character energy, and the whole world revolves around them ... which is why it's the walls fault for not moving when they swim into it lol. - and now there is Copper. Copper is the new green sea turtle addition and the dude NEVER lays down for more than a few minutes, never seems to rest for long, and is super annoying and destructive! He has dominance issues with the olive ridley turtles and will nip/bite and bug them constantly... and I mean constantly! Like unrelentingly. He also got into it with Fern a few times, and he has a bad habit of destruction. He is literally trying to destroy the tank and yesterday we snitched on him because he tore some tank lining fabric and ate it. Oof. You can tell how stressed Theo is, the poor thing just wants to lay down and rest but every time he does, Copper comes charging at him. It's even worse late at night. There was a 10 minute turtle tornado - tur-nado where Copper and Theo went round and round and round and round and round... it was one of many long instances of the two of them not getting along. Copper seems really happy ... none of the others in the tank (animate or inanimate) seem to be though.

For the last year, Copper was kept in an isolation tank after being removed from the main exhibit where he had been a bad turtle. We felt bad for him because it was so empty in the isolation tank with just a few rays and a zebra shark or two to keep him company. But dude... it makes sense now seeing how much of a disaster zone he is!

The others are delinquents ... this guy is Juvie hall level. He's cute as hell, fun to watch when he's not being a dick, and just the coolest thing ever with the way he swims and glides and is just an awesome turtle... with a bad attitude apparently.

oof. I'll add some vids and pics in a follow up, but man Theo needs a break if Copper doesn't settle the fuck down!

[berrypass-de-murdler]

S-25 The Pruning of the Arboretum

I'm sorry about not being able to get to the community problems sooner

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Honey, despite all odds, has garnished some voters. He’s leading a clan of them to the arboretum, and Logico can’t help but be suspicious.

HONEY: EveryOOOOONE! I want to show you all the special things that you and me can do, when you end up in HONEY’S zoo!

He’s singing and called his supporters a zoo, which is a bad sign. Logico subtly creeps into the crowd, not wanting to look like he’s a voter. 

HONEY: This is the arboretum burning to the ground! It’s in a place like this where special bonds are found! With all this barren land we’ll bring a brand-new joy! So many special treats for EVERY GIRL AND SWEET GODFORSAKEN CHRIST!!

A worker has been killed. But shouldn’t he be expecting this by now?

LOGICO: Luckily I’m here! HONEY: LOGICO!!! 

Everyone applauds. The little man enjoys the attention. 

LOGICO: So why are you cutting down the arboretum?? It’s really not a good look for your campaign if you hate trees. HONEY: This place has so much potential! We’re going to hold a vote, and turn it into what the students desire most!  LOGICO: Which is…? HONEY: We’re holding a vote.

So Logico decides to talk to the students and see what they want, because he has nothing better to do at all. 

There’s a kid he’s never seen before, a chicken with lots of eyes. She’s poking around at the mysterious building. Logico had forgotten about that, the mass of stone in the center of the arboretum by the “Enter” sign. 

LOGICO: Do you know what it is? CHICKEN: It’s a bathroom, dingus.

A toilet sign is now revealed. And the other sign says “Dysentery”.

LOGICO: O-Oh… CHICKEN: My name is MAV. I know you think you’re a cool guy, but you’ll never be as cool as me! Aaahahahah. 

Logico thinks she’s a little too enthusiastic, and pops by the chainsmoking Champagne instead.

LOGICO: Hello…? CHAMPAGNE: [snort] LOGICO: What could you possibly want the arboretum cut down for? CHAMPAGNE: [spits his cig] Oh. That. Well, I’m kinda dead inside that there’s no theater place ‘round campus. I’d really love a go at that.  HONEY: [leaps out of a bush] GOOD TO KNOW!

He frantically writes that down. Logico hears a bunny noise coming from by a stump. It better not be a scared little bunny rabbit upset about losing its home, he thinks, or I’m going to kill myself.

It’s not. It’s Onyx. She’s curled up into a ball and miserable. 

LOGICO: Um- Um- H-Hello… ONYX: It was my favorite place on campus… and now it’s gone.

Logico feels odd. He can’t help but feel a bit bad for her, but he’s never taken pity on anyone before, and he certainly doesn’t know how to comfort. 

LOGICO: Hi… ONYX: I see you! Leave me be. 

Now he feels really bad. So he does the manly thing, and pouts. Staring at the ground, he notices something unusual. Engravings in the cobblestone path… letters! 

“The chicken is the daughter of President Mauve of TekCo. Do you realize what she wants?”

Everything comes to Logico in the blink of an eye, miraculously. 

LOGICO: HERRR!! MAUVE: Wuh-oh!

He chases her around until she tires out. 

MAUVE: Kay fine… but like… it’s not my fault… he… said to clear out everything… HONEY: Oh I did. I didn’t mean the people.

Logico wishes to go back to bed. Politics is ridiculous.

The end! 

Little Mauvie

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[quantumlogician]

The winds brushed between the foliage, from over the hills and down into the valleys, capturing all stray leaves in their grasp, forcing their sweet songs in colliding chimes. They sing in leaving, wishing the sun well in its journey over the horizon, capturing the fleeting rays through their crystalline outlines and scattering rainbows over the metallic surface.

Nighttime was upon them at the tail end of dusk. Megatron watched the blushing pinks of the sky melt away into lavender. Through the blanket of star dust, faraway systems && planets winked and shined in the vastness of space, sending their tidings over Cybertron. Such beauty rendered him to silent admiration, soaking in what paintings and photographs could never capture, recreate; poor mimicry in what awaited outside.

" I have been much feared and hated in my life, " said Orion. || @risingxsparks

He didn't spare him a glance. Shineless onyx digits skated over the short field of flowers he sat in, the glowing crowns amassed within the petals shifting under the manipulation.

" That isn't your fault, " he eventually said, only half certain. Would he dare speak where others seldom do? He might, for he rather be mute than to live in acquiescing silence, " it's easy to slot you in with your brothers. Mis-assume that you are no better than them; that you think like them. People are often mistrusting and cautious in all the ways that pave the path to unnecessary prejudice. "

Scratching through all the vines, he found a nest of dead petals that have longed wilted off their sepals. " It means little coming from me, I'm sure. "

What he'll say next is spoken from a pure spark. From good intentions, choosing to believe in the inherent virtue that lived in all. " I find nothing to fear nor hate about you. If there is, then they clearly don't know you. "

Tagged with a smile and purest faith. He only means to console a friend where doubt occurred.

[miasma-museum]

Onyx was sitting down in the ministries chapel in one of the pews, he was at least as big as one so he was laying down, then he heard commotion around where we was. His tail was swaying irritability

Onyx was trying to get over a little irritation he caused himself, he understood no one was really at fault but he was still irritated

"Who's there." Onyx said with an irritated tone, not looking up just laying in the pew.

The oak doors of the chapel groaned as Miasma pushed them open, the scent of burnt candle wax thick in the air. He moved through the dimly lit space, his footsteps echoing softly on the marble floor. Though the ornate altar, the stained glass windows depicting biblical scenes, and the rows of polished pews spoke of worship, Miasma was as aware of the truth behind the scenery as anyone else. This was not a space dedicated to God.

Despite this, he approached the altar. He carefully placed his Bible on the altar, its gold-leaf edges catching the flickering candlelight that never seemed to go out. He knelt, bowing his head not in submission to the entity this place honored, but in defiance. His silent prayer was a plea to God, a whisper of resistance in the heart of a corrupted place.

A sudden voice called out in annoyance, making Miasma's head snap around to locate him. Onyx laid there, sprawled across a pew. His tone like negativity radiating off him in waves. Miasma flinched at the surprise before he responded with a scoff.

"Me." He answered simply, turning back to face his Bible.

[sonicasura]

Kaijuformers, Kaiju Transformers, is what you get when one side of the war decides to ramp things and the other follows suit to survive. Should it start on the Autobot side then mostly blame the Matrix of Leadership for its decision to turn Optimus into a giant monstrous titan at some random point. The reason why or whether its permanent depends on you handle the eldritch Spark containing pacemaker.

If it occurred on the Decepticon side first, then it's fucking Shockwave whose at fault. He did make actual Predacon clones in Aligned and took over Onyx Prime's body in the comics. There's a reason why the phrase "There's Satan and then there is Shockwave" exists. Megatron just approves the idea.

Either way it would be pretty fucking scary when you think about this iteration of their war on Earth. Literal giant monster fights that is just as destructive like in actual monster movies. There would be new technology created to make this new style of war more unpredictable.

Battleground Generators that form a temporary alternate pocket dimension to avoid massive unnecessary damage or unwanted casualties. Stealth Fields to make attacks undetectable unless intercepted in time.(You know the cases where entire towns or colonies of people disappear with no explanation on their whereabouts. It's like that but as a hunting ground based attack.)

A species known for adaptation potentially taking things a step too far. Decisions that could ultimately change Cybertronians into something unrecognizable from their original forms. War is terrifying for many reasons as morals barely matter and there are no lines left to cross.

Is it really worth it when the only way forward is to discard what you once were for the power of a monster?

Edit: There's nothing Godzilla related here. I just put the GIF here cause I thought it would fit. Lol