#like a night ago my brother annoyed her too much so she didn't sleep in his bed and instead went to mine

[arinmoss]

you WILL look at this creature!!!!!!

[rainsoakedphoenix]

sincere gestures

pairing: f!reader x matt sturniolo - turned - f!reader x chris sturniolo

wc: ~1k

summary: matt makes no real effort to celebrate his girlfriend's birthday, so chris comes along and shows her she deserves better

warnings: little angst; matt is kind of an ass; lil fluff at the end; very little swearing

note: i'm writing this as a matt girl so please don't come for me; i don't usually care at all for the "leave him and go after his brother" trope but this is based on a dream i had a few nights ago and i just thought it would be interesting; if it makes anyone uncomfortable though i will certainly delete it---and for anyone reading my matt fic on wattpad and have been patiently waiting for an update IM GOING THERE NEXT

part 1 // part 2

Today is your birthday.

You were hanging out with your boyfriend Matt, who had texted you that morning to tell you he had a few things planned for your special day. Only once you arrived at his house, it didn't feel like your special day; it felt more like his.

You had tried not to let it show that you were disappointed; after all, you were glad to just be spending time with him and it was the thought that counted, right? But if he even noticed the way you masked your discomfort, he made no attempt to ask about your feelings.

You were currently sitting on the floor of his living room while Matt and two of his friends were sitting on the couch, eyes trained on the TV in front of them. He had invited two of his friends over as a surprise to you, knowing that they weren't really your friends. You barely even knew them, had only met them once or twice at a party. You brushed off the thought of not being able to spend any time alone together or at least with mutual friends, not wanting to make a fuss as you kept reminding yourself it's the thought that counts.

He had asked them to bring food over for dinner, and you tried to keep a thankful smile on your face as you realized it was one of your least favorite meals.

Matt knew that. Or at least you thought he did. But you tried your best to keep a positive attitude. You wouldn't let your day be ruined by such seemingly small things; at least he remembered your birthday at all, you told yourself.

Your relationship with Matt hasn't always been like this. When you first got together, he was as sweet and attentive as can be. Recently though, things had changed and you weren't sure why, or when. What you did know though was that you cried yourself to sleep some nights over him. Each attempt on your part to talk through things was met with rolled eyes, annoyed sighs, and cold shoulders.

Trying your best to focus on the TV, you felt your phone vibrate. You looked at your screen to be met with a few texts from Chris.

happy birthday i'm on my way back home to see you

You smiled at your phone, sending him a quick "thank you <3, see you soon" text.

Your loss of attention and care from Matt had you thinking of his brother on one of your sleepless nights. You felt guilty for feeling this way, what with the fact you're taken and the guy you're not crushing on is your boyfriend's brother. But you couldn't help it; you weren't sure what was going on with Matt, but he refuses to talk to you about it. You had decided you would break up with him today as soon as you could get him alone, whether he wanted to talk or not.

It wasn't too much longer after that when Chris burst through the front door. You heard feet pounding up the stairs and you all turned your attention in the direction of them as Chris came into view. His eyes immediately found yours and he took a few steps over to where you were before tackling you to the ground in a hug, causing you to giggle as you attempted to hug him back, however it proved difficult since you were pinned to the floor.

"Chris," Matt spoke lowly, "get off of her." Chris looked up at the sound of his name, his smile slowly fading as he finally noticed the seating arrangements. He spared another glance at you, before looking back at his brother.

"Why is she sitting on the floor?"

"It's where she wanted to sit, I guess." Matt shrugged his shoulders with a slight shake of his head.

"You guess?" Chris questioned, eyebrows raised. "She's your girlfriend Matt, and it's her birthday. Kinda rude you couldn't make space for her to at least sit with you."

"Chris, it's okay-" you started, but he shook his head, staring disappointingly at Matthew before taking a breath and crinkling his face.

"And what the fuck did you guys eat? It smells terrible." He turned to make his way into the kitchen, inspecting the leftovers that were still sitting on the stove. You awkwardly sat on the floor, sparing a quick glance with Matt and his friends, the former of which looked confused while Matt just glared in his brother's direction.

Chris stomped back into the living room, stopping next to you long enough to hold his hand out for you. You hesitantly reached your hand out to grab his and stood up, and Chris gently started leading you to the stairs.

"I'm taking her out." Chris started down the stairs, not even glancing at his brother.

"Whatever," Matt finally spoke up again with a roll of his eyes.

Even though you should've expected his reaction, and did, you felt your heart break further as you walked out of the house with Chris.

But the curly haired boy easily made you forget. For the rest of the day, he made sure your smile never left your face. He brought you to your favorite clothing store and let you pick out an outfit you've had your eye on for a while. He took you out to your favorite restaurant so you could eat something you actually enjoyed, dressed in your new clothes. He shared jokes with you to make you laugh, and took photos with you in a photo booth with the brightest smile on his face when you dragged him in.

He showed you your birthday is supposed to be special. He showed you that you're special; and you should know it.

He knew your relationship with Matt was over; he knew you haven't been able to talk to him about it yet. Which is why when he took you back to his house, he gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek and reassured you he was right there if you needed him.

"Thank you for today, Chris." You smiled at him, placing your hand on his over the center console. "Best day I've ever had."

His face flushed, but he smiled back at you with the same smile he looked at you with all day.

"You deserve the best."

[phoenix-writer2]

Hihi! First off all I hope you are having an excellent day / afternoon / night! Second, may I request some headcanons or scenarios of the hashiras looking up at reader (who's also a hashira) as an older sibling figure (Gender Neutral)?? If it's possible for all of them all of them, if not you can pick whoever you want! Please and thank you! ^^

hi, I have an excellent night even through I should sleep, but sleep is for the weak! 🤣 I hope you are good too.

I will try my best to do this. I never did it, so I hope you like it.

Sibling HC's

The Hashira as your younger siblings

gn!reader

pairing: all Hashira except for Gyomei because I didn't had any inspiration for him ( I'm so sorry,😫) x gn! Sibling! Reader

Warning; no overreading, writing on phone because my laptop died three days ago.

Note: I tried my best, I think it got a little bit in a other direction than you wanted to have it, but I hope you still enjoy it

Sanemi Shinazugawa

❁ would always yell at you, but softer than at others

❁ you would mercyless kick his ass every time he is rude toward you, and if his language is not your liking you would smack him on the head and he would scowl at you

❁ secretly keeps an eye on you, to prevent you from harm even if he knows that you are stronger than him

Not that he will ever say that out loud, nu uh but you will kick his ass if he shows of too much

❁ likes to challenge you in everything to show off his strength

❁ you two would mostly bicker in sibling art. Hashira meetings were always funny to look. Sometimes the Hashira would even come with popcorn only to see his ass being beaten up by you

Muichiro Tokito

❁ loves to sleep everywhere together with you, because you both love sleep

❁ he tries his best to remember almost everything you told him, even if you know he doesn't it makes you very happy

❁ he forgot something? Don't worry his first thing he will be doing is going to you and take a nap

❁ he never wants to lose you, you are his precious big sister and he would do anything for you

❁ sometimes when you really want sweets, he would even go and get some, even if he forgot it halfway, you still smile at him because he really tries his best to be your little brother

Giyu Tomioka

❁ you learned him know when you were with sabito training

❁ he would always feel comfortable around you and you always play jokes on him

❁ he absolutely loved your technique so that some of his breathing forms are inspired by you

❁ you would always ruffle his hair and he would always slap your hand away with an annoyed expression even in your older days

❁ he likes to be on missions with you, because he knows you the longest and you understand him the most, even through he mostly has an neutral expression, you always knows what's in his head

Obanai Iguro

❁ oh he would definitely mock you, but you would mock him back. No one messed with you!

❁ you would always throw insults at each other much like sanemi but obanai would be much calmer in arguing with you

❁ he often finds you overtraining yourself and brings you back, it's almost like you are the younger sibling

❁ but even in this moment you would always be there protecting him, looking that he eats good and be there when he has nightmares

❁ obanai would never open say it, but he loved being your little brother and never would he change you for anyone else

Mitsuri Kanroji

❁ she loves you with all her heart, since the day you started caring for her a

❁ would always dress up with you or give you the latest makeup tips, you were also the one who dyed her hair because it were your favorite colors ( of not ignore this part)

❁ tells you everything about her crush 🥰 while you listen and also gives her tips and you opinion (your opinion is very important for her. If you don't like something she most likely will drop it, because of you)

❁ she loves doing your hair and reading love stories together with her

❁ she will always ask you to train with her, because she admires your strength and you are her idol

Kyojuro Rengoku

❁ you could think he always is smiling, but with you his cheeks will hurt

❁ knows everything about you and you about him, example fav. Food or color

❁ would always be so happy if he sees you playing with his little brother to which you also became a big sister, and often would play with you together

❁ you helped him with his forms when he was struggling and helped him to archive to be an hashira

❁ he mostly wanted to become one because you were also one and he admires you for your talent and strength

Shinobu Kocho

❁ she loves you like she loved her dead older sister

❁ if someone hurts you, the person should run because shinobu will be pissed and hase the next poison already in her hand

❁ you often helps out in the butterfly mansion which also gets you closer to the girls there

❁ you live talking to Kanao even if she doesn't always responds

❁ you once gifted shinobu a good luck charm for her first mission and she wears it since then and never takes it of

Tengen Uzui

❁ would be so proud to be your little brother

❁ his wife's like you extremely, often even more that him 🤣 he pouts then

❁ I could totally see him fighting with his wives over who will spend the time with you today

❁ everything h me comes from a mission, he would bring you a souvenir only to see you smile and being proud of him for ending his mission with flying colors

❁ you would always be welcome at his home and so is he and his wives. You would often even have a play night where you would always win in card games

[bots-and-cons]

Just some thoughts

I'll try to get back to writing too, even though it seems tumblr ate at least one of the asks I got, though it wasn't a request. This is maybe kinda me venting again for the first time in a while. It's not really anything super-duper serious, and I'm mostly just annoyed about a hundred little things. I just love complaining on the internet lol...

If you don't want to read the rant/vent/whatever part, don't read past this

So I was at my mom's for two weeks and came back home like a week ago. The first week I was there, I was alone, since I was house/pet sitting while my mom, her husband, my two youngest siblings +some other relatives went to a cabin in the north. I didn't want to go, hence I was recruited to watch the house and cats. We had a little evening of card and board games with my two younger (but of age) brothers and my best friend, some alcohol was involved and we had in general a good time. I was also having a good time, but afterwards my BFF kept asking me if I was okay and if I was having fun. Since I drank quite a lot, I wasn't masking as much, so even though I was having a good time, there was apparently a bit of a resting bitch face situation going on with me, and by "a bit" I mean I looked like I wanted to strangle someone the whole night. Also I only slept like maybe 7 hours the previous night, which was way too little for me, so that also contributed to me being "annoyed".

It felt kinda bad that when I unmasked, even if unintentionally, it was immediately perceived as negative. It's not like this is the first time this has happened, I was always the weird kid and the whole "resting bitch face" thing has always gotten me a lot of complaints. I mask so much when I'm around other people, even family and my BFF, and when I unmask a bit or stim a little more obviously I get comments like "What are you doing?" or "Why are you acting weird?" Then I go back to trying to mask absolutely everything again and to not show any "weird behavior". It's really frustrating tbh.

Anyway, when my mom and the rest came back from the cabin, I had cleaned most of the downstairs, which is a huge fucking job because of how much stuff they have, they're all kind of hoarders. They came back in the middle of the night and when I came downstairs in the morning the kitchen had already basically exploded, and I was pretty pissed, because wtf? I kinda hoped they would be able to keep it tidy for like more than half an hour, but I apparently that was a stupid thing to expect.

My little sister had a hobbyhorse day camp thing the next week, and her best friend was also at my mom's almost the whole week. I don't like my little sister's BFF, she makes my sister act out and be stupid in general, and the friend is super entitled. Anyway, I was really stressed by Wednesday and I had a bit of a meltdown and went to cry outside while my mom was putting my youngest brother to sleep and my sister and her friend went upstairs. I was sobbing and scratching and hitting myself, because I was really fucking upset and overwhelmed. I didn't tell my mom about this, because she's stressed enough already, and I don't want to add to it.

I feel like my mom is basically a single mom most of the time, because her husband is away so much, be it because of work or because he goes to Germany for two weeks to fucking car shows. While my mom has to manage two kids alone, take my youngest brother to his summer club and my sister and her friend to their camp. It might not sound like that much, but there's a lot more I don't feel like explaining. My youngest brother is autistic and has ADHD and my mom has ADHD too, so he alone is a lot for my mom to manage. I was there for most of the time while my mom's husband was away, so she was really grateful for that. When July starts, her husband leaves for another leisure trip, and my mom has to work and figure something out for my youngest siblings, because the summer club thing ended, and they're too young to be left alone at home. My little sister can manage alone while my mom works, but I feel like she really shouldn't have to, but my sister and youngest brother CANNOT be left alone together for more than like an hour. (My youngest brother is 7 and my sister is almost 10.)

My mom can manage, but it's hard, and she doesn't get to take trips like that EVER. It's not that her husband doesn't let her, but he's very good at the whole "weaponized incompetence" thing, and I feel like my mom just feels better when she knows there's someone who's actually taking care of the kids. If she goes somewhere it's always a family trip or max one night for her alone. I feel bad for her and I try to help, but I can't really handle the kids and the mess well, so I can't be there all or even most of the time.

Again, I'm doing okay, just pretty tired. Thanks if you read, I appreaciate it :D

[setagaya-division]

ARB Birthday Special: Yorii Sakuma

~~ March 14th ~~

"Music is the thousandth of a millisecond between one note and another; how you get from one to the other - that's where the music is."

Login Lines:

*Yawns* "That was a good night's sleep... I wonder if Elliot cooked breakfast. ...Huh? What... is this?! A stack of pancakes with sprinkles and whipped cream? What's all this about? ...And what's with the lit candle? There's a note under the plate. It says, 'Happy birthday, Yorii!' ...It's my birthday?!"

"...Oh my god! It is my birthday today! Awesome! That means today is officially all about me! ...Well, everyday is all about me, but still! Now, I can do all the things I want to do with no repercussions!"

Voice Lines:

"I received a ton of letters and text messages from my fans wishing me a 'happy birthday'! My cell phone keeps buzzing me cause of all of the messages I'm getting on PROFILE. Not that I'm complaining, of course!"

"But still... hard to believe I'm 16. It feels weird. Not in a bad way, but just weird-weird, cause I don't feel 16. ...What's even weirder is that I haven't even known Mina or Elliot that long..."

"Kanra-chan called to wish me a 'happy birthday!' That just totally made my day! I'm so happy right now! Just knowing she went out of her way to do that..."

"...kind of ironic that she could do that, but my own "mother" and creator couldn't bother. Peh, what am I saying? Why would she waste her time? After all, compared to my dear older brother who my mom pays more attention to than any other of her precious "children" I'm not... perfect."

"Mina! Thanks a lot, big sis! I'm glad you're here too! I know our initial meeting wasn't the... best way to start a relationship. ...B-but, let's not drudge up old stuff! Today's a happy day! ...Aww, thanks, big sis! I care for you too!"

"So, what did you get me for my birthday?! What's this? A... star projector that doubles as a Bluetooth speaker? This is awesome, Mina! I'm definitely going to use this thing tonight when I go to sleep! I can't wait to fall asleep to music playing while looking at the stars! Thanks again, Big Sis!"

"Elliot! Thanks a lot, Big Bro! And thanks for the pancakes this morning! Those things were delicious! You should think about making those everyday! ...Aww, why not? Special occasion? Bah, who needs a special occasion when sweet stuff is involved? ...Bah, you're a party pooper, big bro. ...Wah! No! Don't take my gift back, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, really! ...Sheesh, big bro. Where's all this confidence at when you're at school, huh?"

"So... what did you give me? A... humidifier? ...For sore throats and such? ...Wow, I'm surprised you remember that, bro. That was months ago when I mentioned that! But still, thanks for this bro! I'll definitely use it when I can!"

Mina Lines:

"Happy birthday, Yorii-kun. I'm glad to see you've reached the age of 16, which is a shock in, and of, itself. ...Well, considering the trouble you get into, I'm not wrong for saying that. ...Our initial meeting? You mean when you hypnotized me and tried to get to serve you? Yes, you're right. That wasn't an ideal way to start a relationship. *Sighs* No matter how much you annoy me, I still care for you, Yorii."

"Anyway, here is your birthday gift. I saw this in a store window one night, and I'd thought you might like it. Yes, considering how much you love music and the sound of your own voice, I knew it was a smart decision to make to get it. ...You're welcome. Just don't disturb me or Elliot with your music, okay?"

Elliot Lines:

"Happy birthday, Yorii! I'm glad you liked the pancakes! I saw the recipe on the Internet and decided to make them. ...No, we cannot have them everyday. For one, eating all that sugar isn't healthy. Plus, they're only for special occasions. ...The answer is still 'no', Yorii. ...If you're going to be this way, I can always return this gift I bought you. ...That's better. And please don't mention school right now, please."

"So, you mentioned a few months earlier that your throat was hurting from all of the singing you had to do. So, I looked online and heard that using a humidifier can now only clear a sore throat, but make it easier for you to sleep, so I bought you one. I'm glad you like it, Yorii. Use it well!"

[thealiencat3]

Jealousy~ Yandere Jason Todd / Red Hood x Oc

Oc: Luna Smith

Summary: Luna liked Jason for many years. At last she got tired and moved on with non other than Tim. Her classmate. Jason's isn't okay with this~

She was Tim's classmate and also bestfriend. She met Jason through him. She didn't know why, found him interesting. She doesn't know much about him except he's being Tim's big brother and a book nerd. His front hair was white. She never knew the reason. She just liked him. He was handsome, strong, confident and tough. Yes he was mean and used a lot of dirty words, it was fine with her. After gathering so much of courage, she finally confessed him. You can imagine his reply," Wtf!! I don't date kids. Specially short girls". 'short girls' was what he never wanted to date. But she was one of them. She tried to put on heels and did everything she could and confessed him again and again but everytime, he made a new excuse to reject the blonde girl. Once it was her having straight hair, she curled it. Once, he's not into blondes and liking red hair, she dyed. Once, disliking her blue outfits which gives him Disney vibes , she unwillingly changed to yellow clothes. She stopped feeling like herself. After so many tries, yes she got tired. She stopped meeting him. She's now herself again. She was attractive for Tim. Very cute . So, he asked her out. " Hi Luna, Are you free Saturday night?" He asked. The book nerd girl looked at him with her large , sparkly eyes. Which made his heart skip a beat. "Yes" she replied. "So , I have got two movie tickets" he smiled. " Would you like to come with me?" She smiled. " Sure". "So we're on a date ?" He asked. "Yes" she replied.

Jason was gone in a long mission with Starfire and Duke. It was the right time to ask her out. She wouldn't be distracted. But unfortunately, Jason came back on Saturday afternoon. That pissed Tim off. Well, he slept all day instead of creating a mess around the house. In evening, she arrived at his house as her parents were away. She was wearing a blue dress, blue clip, white heels and silver necklace. "You're looking cute" Tim complemented. "Thanks Tim" she smiled at him, making him blush. "Whoahhh!! Our Timmy got a date" Casandra exclaimed. "And with Jay's girl" she teased. "Shut up" Tim got annoyed. " I'm not Jason's girl Cass" she laughed. Oops, wrong timing. Jason was just passing by and he overhead the conversation. "YOU F****** GOT A DATE LUNA??" he shouted. She didn't want to see him. At least not before her first date. She wasn't expecting this response either. Tim didn't want to see him at this moment too. "Yeah. We're dating Jason" Tim replied. "HUH?? YOU?? W**!! SHE'S DATING SOMEONE LIKE YOU??" Yeah. He's actually creating a mess now at the end moment. "What's wrong about him Jay?" She asked. He took a glance at her short frame. She was honestly, SO F****** CUTE!! Jason didn't take his eyes off her for a moment. Studying her carefully. Like the first edition of his 'Pride and Prejudice' he just finished a weak ago. He's maybe, trying to read the whole book again. Only in one minute. "WHAT'S WRONG?? HE'S A NERD" he shouted . She couldn't believe he's calling his own brother 'a nerd'. "I like him Jay. He's my bestfriend and boyfriend now". She replied. She was getting annoyed. She held Tim's hand. "We're late Timmy. We'll miss the movie" she said and dragged him out with her. "YOU GAVE THIS RAT A NICKNAME HOW DA..." Cassandra covered his mouth as he followed them out. "Don't worry Luna. He's just tired because of the trip. He'll be okay once he sleeps. You two enjoy" she smiled and waved at them. She gave him a good scold after they left.

"Sorry for the drama Luna. You know how Jason is" Tim apologized. "It's okay Tim .he must be tired" she tried to smile. After the movie, Tim had another surprise for her. "You actually got tickets for Dove Cameron's concert??" She exclaimed. Tim winked which made her blush. He's a way better than Jason Peter Todd. How could she not realise it before?? Otherwise, she would've made the first move.

She couldn't believe it was real. She was actually in a concert. Her parents never allowed her to went to a concert. She was smiling, dancing with Tim and singing along the crowd. Until, Tim felt something wrong with his stomach. 'those popcorns' he thought. "Uhh... Luna" he called her name. "Yes?" " Umm... Actually.... I need to use the toi..let" he said the last word with shame. Though he was the most shameless person around her, not today, it was a date. She laughed. "I think popcorns are doing their work. I'll wait for you". Tim was gone. He wondered, if he actually ate too much?? He felt suspicious. He pulled out his phone to check on her. But he got a message from Jason instead.

"JASON: How was my surprise??"

"WHAT THE HELL!!" He shouted. Only to receive a scolding from someone. "It's a public place. Stop cursing" . He apologized.

while , Luna was enjoying on her own. She almost forgot about Tim. It was dark and everybody were dancing and singing with flashlights on. She was too. Untill someone tightly grabbed her arm and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She kissed back. She was confused because the guy felt a way too taller and different. It was her first kiss. 'when did Tim became so tall?' she thought. The guy was muscular too. The kiss was becoming more and more forceful and her lips started hurting. Then he pulled away. Luna's eyes widened as she saw who it was. JASON TODD. her old crush. He was smirking at her. "JASON!!??" "It's Jay~" he corrected as he pulled her to him. "How about dancing with me? Your boyfriend is nowhere to be found" he whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "why don't you try me?" He pinned her to him and forced her to dance. The background music ,'Boyfriend' was matching with them.

she tried to walk away from him as faster as she could. At first, he rejected her again and again and now, he not only ruined her date with Tim but also he stole her first kiss. She can't believe he did this with his own brother. As they walked out, he lift her like a feather and put her on his shoulder. "Put me down JASON" she screamed. "It's Jay" . He didn't listen to her. He took her to a nearby dark corner and put her down. "Are you serious!!??" She said angrily. "Hah of course. I can't see you dating a nerd" he replied. " He's your brother!!" She finally raised voice on someone first time in her life. " What you didn't like me kissing you?? I thought you liked me Luna" he said. "I was tired Jason. I was tired of getting rejected" she said. "Well let me tell you something. Do you know everything about Tim?" He asked. " What do you mean?" She asked. " Well , I don't think Tim told you yet". "Yet what?" She asked. " Well, Tim is Red Robin" . Her eyes widened. "Are you kidding me? I'm not in a mood". He chuckled. "Well this is the truth Luna. Bruce is Batman, Dick is Nightwing , Damian is Robin and I'm Red Hood" he said. "Have you ever wondered, where Tim disappears suddenly? Hmm??" No it can't be. Tim never hid anything from me. "it doesn't make any sense. Timmy can never hide anything from me" . He got angry. He used one of his hands to grab both of her wrists and pinned her against a wall while he used his other hand to grab her waist. "Don't ever try to use his nickname on my face." He warned in a dark tone. Then he suddenly kissed het neck, biting her. "Jason~~" she tried to scream but moaned instead. "Hmm you're liking it?" He smirked and continued his work. After few moments, he pulled away, admiring the mark he made. "Beautiful" he smirked. He let go of her only to have a slap mark on his face the next moment. "JASON!!! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE??" she yelled. "BETTER!! AT LEAST THAT PIECE OF SH*T WILL REMEMBER WHO YOU BELONG TO!!" he yelled back. "I HATE YOU JASON TODD" she yelled, tears rolling down. "WHAT THE HELL LUNA!!" ..." STOP IT JASON!!" a male voice said. It was Tim. "Huh?? You?? Was that dose too low??" 'what dose??' Luna felt disgust in her stomach. "LEAVE HER ALONE!! YOU'RE TOO MUCH JASON" . "Well that's good. now tell your little girlfriend, .... Oh I forgot, my little girlfriend your true identity" he said pointing a gun on him . "JASON!!..." "DO IT!!!" Tim sighed. "Yes. I'm Red Robin. I'm sorry Luna". She couldn't believe it. Tim lied all the time. "See? I told you" Jason laughed. Tim looked down. "So Luna, you're coming with me or do you want me to do something else??" "Jason stop!!" "It's Jay to you. Remember it". "THAT'S ENOUGH OF YOU. JASON!!" "YOU LITTLE**** WANT TO FIGHT ME??" "YEAH!! COME ON RED HOOD". She didn't know what was happening. She got to know her bestfriend and her old crush are Red Robin and Red Hood. She just went on a peaceful date. But both of them looks like they're going to kill each other. She felt dizzy due to emotional stress. Since, she has hypertension due to her mother's condition during her pregnancy, doctor told her not to take too much stress. But now, she couldn't help it. Soon, everything seemed blurry . Shs tried to call Jason as he was the last person she saw before everything went black.

she opened her eyes and found herself in an apartment. way too different than her big house. the room had lots of books like hers but not her piano but weapons. She soon realised, it was Jason's room. "Good morning" she heard Tim calling her. A tray in his hands. "Tim?" He smiled sadly. He put the tray on the bed. "Yeah. It's better for you if you call me Tim. Not Timmy" he said. "Why?" She asked. "I'm sorry. You collapsed because of high blood pressure last night. It was all because of us". She didn't say anything. Just smelled the food. "You like it? Why don't you taste?" She did. It was amazing. "Is it good?" He asked. She nodded. "Well, Jason cooked if " . Jason? She never knew he's such a good cook. "Luna" Tim sighed and began," we discussed it last night and I think, leaving you with Jason would be much better. You liked him for a long time right?" He looked down. "Tim..." "Yeah we've discussed it. Now you're my girlfriend and no 'buts'. Tim will leave now" Jason went out of the kitchen. He only had his trousers on. She could finally see his scars. Scars of his sufferings. "Bye Luna. Hope you forgive me" Tim said and got up. "let him go. We'll spend time together" Jason said.

after Tim left, Jason took the spoon and fed her himself. "Why?" She asked while chewing the food. "I'm sorry for rejecting you. I never realised what I was doing." "I thought you're not into short girls" "I was kidding silly. Can't you see?? Or you want me to show you the mirror??" She shook her head. "Good girl. I love you"~

[tetsunabouquet]

Heir To The Lands Chapter 14

Arriving Before The Entrance Masterpost

Kit and Ty had been preparing themselves for their travel to Faerie. They had tracked down the Tunnel of Dewshine, a mystical cavern entrace that only opened itself on the 3rd rainy day of the month. The tunnel system led somewhere deep under the North Sea, and there were technically three caverns leading to the Tunnel of Dewshine, one located just outside of Edingburgh, one on the Dutch island Schiermonnikoog and one near Mandal in Norway. There had been a fourth entrance in Denmark, but it had been wrecked by mundane construction sites a couple of deacdes ago. Not that the Faeries had let it happen without retaliation, almost every constructive worker had been cursed with a lifetime of sickness, and the project eventually got a lot of heat from the Danish government of having been suspected to have been working with dangerous chemicals, as to explain the reason why everyone got sick. Kit and Ty had created a big sack of everything they'd need, and Ty was annoyed Kit had packed too much. "This travel is going to be long. We need to travel more lightly." Ty stated. "If it were just the two of us, I'd agree. But I have a feeling Dru won't accept getting left out, which is why I texted her to find a way to get here." Ty blinked in surprise, that Kit had just included his sister like that. He didn't knew wether he should be feeling happy Kit was so sweet to Dru, jealous of their closeness or worried about losing yet another sister in conflict. Ty pursed his lips, deciding to remain silent until he knew what to say. But one thing he could say to himself, at least, and that was how happy he was to have Kit back by his side, being friends once more.

Dru bit her lip as she stalked around the abandoned hallways. It was night, and everyone had gone to sleep. She didn't wanted to abandon everyone without saying a word, she left a detailed letter to Thais, explaining where she was going and what she was doing. Thais would cover up for her, Dru knew she would. Yet, she felt guilty for slipping out in the middle of the night like this. "You know, I wish Tavi was wrong, but clearly she was onto something." Dru nearly jumped when she heard Zeynep's voice out of nowhere, and saw the tiny girl sitting in a corner. Dru's witchlight reflected on the thick glasses of Zeynep's pair, hiding Zeynep's eyes underneath the bright sheen. "Look, tell Tavi to keep her nose out of my bussiness and pretend you haven't seen me." "Dru, I know most people see us as intimidating and don't actually really know us so heads up, Tomas is right now on cloud 9 with Thais. Your brother is autistic like Tavi, right? You probably know how they like to think in doom scenarios. Tavi went over any potential scenario that could destroy their happiness and she's made it her mission to prevent every single one of them. However, because she doesn't wants to burn any bridges with Thais' friends, I am on look-out. " Dru sighed. Were all autistic people detectives? "Alright, I really have to go Zeynep, it's important. Like, Clave investigation important?" "Important enough to send a training Shadowhunter?" "It has to do with my family, trust me, please." Zeynep pursed her lips. "I'd like to, but trusting kids going behind the backs of the Clave has gotten lots of people killed, including your sister. Know what you're getting everyone into." Zeynep emphasized before she disappeared into the directions of the bedrooms. Dru swallowed, and with a heavy heart she left for the lake, where a warlock of little important who wouldn't rat her off, was waiting with a Portal. It was time to go back to the UK.

Ty and Kit had been waiting for almost an hour until they saw Dru pop up. She could see her brother was tense, and Kit was trying very hard not to look like they had spent most of the time in awkward silence. "Are you ready to enter Faerie?" Kit asked. Dru nodded, and much to her surprise, Ty took her hand as he led her into the glittering curtain of raindroplets and cobwebs, into the Tunnel of Dewshine. Kit followed after, and the mundane world behind them as they knew, vanished from sight in the luminous cave.

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Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 43: Dead Man Walking- Jelly Roll

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter Warnings: racism against clones, depression, murder, Crosshair being a little shit

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32 rotations. 32 days and nights mostly in the rain, on a platform on Kamino. At least he'd had water.

Crosshair had been livid the entire time, cursing every name on his former squad for leaving him there… except the Jedi. Every time he started to try to talk himself into hating her, he heard her voice. 

You can always come home, Crosshair. 

But he didn't want to come home. He'd chosen the Empire, chosen to be her enemy even when Hunter told him directly that none of them were his. So why, in the weeks following his rescue from the platform where he'd been confined to his bunk to recover, did he keep thinking of her? 

The loud, annoying alarm woke him, like every morning, and he groaned faintly when he sat up. He was recovered, cleared for duty as of yesterday, but he still felt like garbage. She was right. When you're used to having someone in bed with you, sleeping alone is garbage. When had she told him that? When she was stabbed by Ventress, the day he'd snuck into the Temple to see her… the first time he'd told her he-

That's over now. Stop it. 

He got up and headed for the mess hall for breakfast, telling himself it didn't matter. He didn't love her anymore. He couldn't, not when she was a traitor. Even if he did occasionally hear snippets of her voice when he was tired. 

He sat down with his tray at the table with two regs, giving them a cursory glance. Whatever they'd been talking about died in the air, and they both just got up and moved a table over. He was used to it, the rejection from regs. He'd lived with it all his life, but… he'd always had his brothers back then. Tech would huff and point out the average IQ of the table was increased by their absence. Echo would roll his eyes and mutter under his breath that 99 would have been ashamed, while Wrecker asked too loudly why they'd want to hang out with regs anyway. Hunter would just smile a little, shaking his head like it didn't bother him. Maybe it didn't, Hunter had always looked more like a reg before the hair and tattoo. Miria would have just slid a little closer to Crosshair, because she always knew when he was upset, and put her little hand on his knee. He could practically hear her voice. "It's alright, my darling. They just can't see that shining star in you, and it's their loss."

"CT-9904 please report to Vice-Admiral Rampart's office immediately." 

Crosshair glanced up at the PA speaker. Ugh… what did that rat faced bastard want now? He got up and left his tray behind. The regs had killed his appetite anyway. 

Rampart's office looked like a monument to his ego, polished and pristine. "CT-9904. I see you've been medically cleared. How long were you on that Kaminoan platform?"

"32 rotations." Crosshair drawled. Something about the use of his CT number bugged him today. It shouldn't have, everyone here used it. But… he had the strangest desperate desire to hear his name. The name she always said, the name she'd asked him for three years ago without even wanting to hear the number. 

He was thinking too much about her again. 

"Left for dead and you still returned. Why?"

"I'm a soldier of the Empire."

The answer seemed to please Rampart. "Your loyalty is to be commended. I have a mission for you."

"What squad will I be leading?" 

Rampart snorted, and it felt knee a slap in the face. "You're not ready to play Commander again. Your new Commander will handle it. Report to the War Memorial at 0900." 

Crosshair froze, fists clenching. Back to taking orders instead of giving them… what the hell?! What did Rampart know… had he somehow found out that Crosshair lied about the Batch being dead? If he had, why was he sending him on a mission instead of executing him? 

"You're dismissed."

Crosshair stiffly nodded and headed back to his bunkroom to get his armor. What had he done wrong? 

"He knows, you know. He's trying to decide if you lied in purpose, or if you didn't know."

Crosshair jumped, reaching for his weapons as the door shut behind him and a voice rang out. 

Standing behind the door was a girl… a teenager by the look of it. She was leaning against the wall with a foot up, arms crossed casually. 

Crosshair eyed her. She was dressed in armor, similar to a clones but of a different metal he wasn't familiar with. It was painted gold and purple, with a fin on the left paldron. "Aren't you a little young to be a soldier?"

"Nah. I'm good for it." She chuckled. She had a strange accent, curling at the vowels like Coruscanti upper-class and staccato on the consonants like a Mandalorian soldier. "And I'm older than you are right now."

He huffed. "Who the hell are you, and how'd you get in here?"

"I'm Mayrin. You'll know me." She gave him a crooked smile. "And trust me. I can always find you. My ba'vodu made me a damn good tracker, and you don't really cover your tracks. I guess a ram'ser doesn't really need to, but still."

"You speak Mando’a." Crosshair started putting on his armor quickly, weirded out by her presence but sure she wasn't a threat."

"I'm Mandalorian. Funny how that works." She tucked a curl of her messy silver hair behind her ear. She wore it short, around her chin and framing a heart-shaped face and large lavender eyes. A natural tan just seemed to make them more striking. "On both sides, if you wanna get real technical. My dad's related to Manda'lor Jaster Mereel. Mom's a part of Clan Vizla."

"Huh. Bloodline." Crosshair frowned. "What are you hunting me down for?"

"Personal interest. I'm mostly just wondering how long it's gonna take you to get your head out of your shebs." She smirked. "Empire isn't doing you too many favors here, are they? Left you on that platform over a standard month, then demoted you?"

"The Empire wasn't the one that left me out there." Crosshair hissed.

"And I suppose you think it's Clone Force 99's fault?" She adjusted her stance, cocking a hip. She oozed attitude, more than any Mandalorian he'd ever met. It was at odds with the cute face. 

"They're dead." He said sharply

"Yeah right. Tell Command what you want, but you can't lie to me."

His scowl darkened. "What the fuck do you want from me?" He hissed. If this kid knew he'd lied, who else knew? He'd be up for the firing squad if it leaked. 

"Easy, tough guy. Your secret's safe with me." Mayrin laughed. "If you go down, so do I. It's not exactly in my best interests."

"So what do you want, then? I don't have anything worth blackmailing me over."

"I wouldn't call it blackmail." Mayrin shrugged. "But what I want is your company. I'll turn up whenever, and you're going to talk to me."

"And if I refuse?" Crosshair growled.

"You won't. You're lonely." Mayrin smirked. 

Crosshair huffed, securing his rifle and glancing at the chrono. He had fifteen minutes to get to the memorial. "Don't expect much conversation."

"I wouldn't dare. But tell me something?"

"Hm?" He shoved a toothpick in his mouth. 

"Why'd you lie?"

Crosshair froze. Why wouldn't be lie? The Empire would never stop hunting them if he didn't. They'd never be free or safe or- no. He wasn't supposed to care about that. "So I could stop chasing them and get on with my damn life." He finally muttered savagely and walked out the door. 

She followed him out, a half step behind. When they got to the memorial, he waited with his helmet tucked under his arm while she inspected the wall of names. "None of these are clone names." She finally said. "They all have first and last."

"What's it matter?" He shrugged. 

"Doesn't seem fair, does it? You clones did most of the fighting. Shouldn't you be remembered too?

Crosshair paused, glancing back at the rows and rows of names. All fallen soldiers, people who'd faced the same kind of hell he had and died for it. "Memorials are for the living, not the dead. Who'd bother to remember us?" He finally said bitterly.

"Your brothers." Mayrin whispered, touching the wall. 

"Crosshair." The sniper stiffened and turned as a reg Commander walked up. The man was in gray and white armor, a mourning color. Crosshair didn't recognize him until the helmet came up, revealing a scar across his left temple.

"Commander Cody. I didn't recognize you."

"A lot has changed." Cody agreed. "It's good to see you. I heard the rest of your team went rogue after Order 66 went out."

"Are you surprised?"

"Not really. Your squad was different by design." Cody said mildly. Crosshair couldn't help but think about the two regs in the mess hall, and his jaw tightened. 

"Regs have gone AWOL too."

Cody nodded. "I've heard rumors that more and more clones are… questioning the order."

"We're loyal to each other, not some Empire."

"You never even tried to come back. We'd have taken ya…"

"Incorrect. Locating you has always been the primary objective."

"There's nowhere else to go, Crosshair."

His brother's voices called through time and space, memories tinged sour by the aftermath of their escape. Mayrin was right, he was lonely. He missed the four clones, and the brave little woman whose last words haunted him constantly. 

"You can always come home."

He shoved the feeling down viciously, before it turned him into a treasonous bastard like her. "Then they're traitors. Like the Jedi."

Cody gave him a sideways glance, an unreadable expression in his eyes. Crosshair glanced over his shoulder to see what Mayrin made of the conversation, to display his resolve in case the kid thought his indiscretion about the Batch's survival was more than he'd claimed. But she was gone, vanished like she'd never been there at all. 

He frowned but didn't comment on it, turning to follow Cody to the transport. He was already regretting not grabbing the rest of his breakfast off his tray… he had a headache coming on.

Scrapping clankers felt good. It felt familiar, even if he wasn't with his old unit. Cody was competent and let Crosshair do his thing without micromanagement, which the sniper appreciated. He'd already taken out a tank with a shot directly up the barrel, a shot he was proud of. 

Top that, Wrecker. The thought gave him pause as he and Cody fought their way up a spiral staircase crawling with super commando droids. Wrecker wouldn't see that shot. None of the Batch would. They'd have been impressed, joked about it later, and Miria would have given him that doe-eyed look she reserved just for him when she whispered "Absolutely impeccable, my darling."

Maybe her memory was trying to kill him for revenge after what he'd said to her on Kamino, because the momentary distraction had him caught by the throat. His helmet was wrenched off, the sniper coughing for air as he gritted out the only name available to possibly save him today. Not his squad, to his dazed regret. He wouldn't have had to call out, if they'd been here. They always watched each other's backs… "Cody!"

The Commander turned and threw his knife through the droids head, sending it and Crosshair collapsing into the stone steps. "You okay?"

Crosshair coughed, checking his bruising throat. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Hang tight. I'll take out the tactical droid."

Crosshair handed him a mirrored puck from his hip. "I can make the shot from here. Just get me a line of sight."

Cody nodded, glancing back at another super commando approaching. "Where do you need the puck?"

"Just throw it!"

"How far?"

"As far as you can!" Crosshair hissed. Goddamn it, he wasn't used to this much talking on a mission. He and the Batch moved in sync, years of training making most communication just nods of a helmet. Cody was quick, probably the only reg he actually respected, but he wasn't his team. 

But he followed suggestions well, the hurled the puck as hard as he could. Crosshair lined up, took a breath, and fired. 

Direct shot to the tactical droid's head. "Nice throw." He muttered as Cody helped him up. 

"Nice shot." 

They walked into the belltower, guns up and ready. Over the comms, another clone was telling Cody the droids were scrapped. "Good. Fan out, find Grotton."

"There's no need." A female voice huffed from the darkness, a tall and short-haired woman stepping out with the Imperial governor in a choke hold. She had a blaster to his temple.

"Do something!" Grotton snarled. He had a high voice, suitable to a sniveling coward. 

"Easy, ma'am. Let's talk about this." Cody said calmly. "Let the governor go."

"I'm Tawni Ames. The rightful governor of Dexis. As soon as the Empire acknowledges this, Grotton and his men will be released."

"We have Imperial orders. We're not here to debate politics." Cody didn't like holding a gun on this woman. He knew she was trying to do what she thought was best. So was he. 

"If you were, you'd see how unjust your actions are." Tawni shook her head. 

"The Empire is trying to establish peace and order." Cody coaxed.

Tawni's eyes darkened. "I used to believe in peace… I even helped charter a bill with Republic and Separatist alike, that would have ended the war. But your Chancellor rejected it! That's when I knew that peace was never an option."

Cody had a snap decision to make, and years under General Obi-wan "The Great Negotiator" Kenobi's leadership. He took his helmet off and set it and his gun on the ground. "It's an option now. Let him go, and we'll negotiate for a peaceful resolution. We've both lived through one war, let's not start another." He waved for Crosshair to lower his weapon. "Do this for your people."

Crosshair slowly lowered his rifle, watching Cody from his peripheral. The Commander had his hands up, voice calm and composed. A natural negotiator.

"Where'd you learn to talk people down like that, baby girl?" Miria was curled up in his arms in their bunk, bandaging a cut on his forearm. She'd managed to talk them out of getting killed by a group of dugs on Malastare, after an ill-fated double cross by a fuel baron. He'd still caught a knife intended for her, but it was a small price to pay. 

"Fifty crechelings demanding a later bedtime will teach you a lot." She laughed, bringing his palm up to kiss it. "Obi-wan asked me to teach him, when he took Anakin as a padawan. My, that boy loves to argue."

"You're pretty good at it."

"The trick is to know what someone cares about. With little ones, it's easy. If they want to stay up late, you remind them that they'll be tired the next day and not have fun in the lesson they're looking forward to. Adults are harder, because what they care for is more complex. Those dugs were double crossing us for credits, but it's not money they love. It's their families they're providing for. Once I reminded them that their actions put those same families in danger of reprisal, they wanted to put an end to the standoff."

"How would you negotiate with me?" He smirked, pulling her closer.

"You're proud and independent, love. But you care about your brothers. And me. If you were doing something that endangered us, I'd only have to remind you." She said sincerely. 

"I was hoping you'd take your shirt off. That's more entertaining."

Miria giggled. "I suppose that might work too."

Crosshair twitched when Tawni let Grotton go. The man scrambled to Cody, eyes wide. "Well done. Now execute her!"

Cody looked stunned. "Sir, I promised a peaceful resolution-"

"You did. I didn't. Now execute her!"

Tawni sighed, resignation printed on her tired and war-weary face. "So much for peace."

Grotton was getting heated, voice raised as he threatened Cody over disobedience. Crosshair had no one left to protect but the former Marshall Commander, and the idea of Cody catching a brutal punishment turned his stomach. So he took the shot instead, and Tawni Ames slumped to the floor with a death rattle. 

Cody didn't look him in the eye as Grotton kept talking. "Put her body in the square. Let it be a warning to the rest of them."

Crosshair watched Cody’s shoulders slump, fingers twitching. He could reach out, pat his arm and tell him he'd tried at least… but he couldn't make himself do it. Instead he just turned to follow Grotton out of the belltower. They'd done what they had to do. They had their orders.

Good soldiers follow orders. 

Crosshair didn't know why he'd come back to the memorial. Maybe he was hoping to see Mayrin again, to have someone to tell his story to. It wasn't like there was a name on this wall he'd care about… the only names he'd have cared about would never be memorialized by the Empire. Not after what they'd done. 

Cody stepped up beside him, looking at the wall in silence for a while. He looked… troubled, to say the least. "This new Empire." He finally murmured. "Do you think we're making the galaxy better?"

"We're soldiers. We do what needs to be done." Crosshair drawled. 

Cody looked at the helmet in his hands. "Do you know what makes us different from battle droids? We make our own choices… and we have to live with them." He picked up his kit and turned, leaving Crosshair standing alone once again as he walked away. There was something… permanent feeling about the way he marched. Crosshair couldn't understand it, Cody was a hard-lined soldier from head to toe. The last person he'd expected to doubt anything. 

He shook his head. Cody wouldn't turn traitor. He wasn't like that… everything would be better in the morning. Maybe he'd even get to work with Cody again. Have a friend, a brother he could count on after his abandoned him. Cody was no Force 99, but it was better than nothing. 

He picked up his kit and headed to his bunk, laying his armor down and checking everywhere for any hiding sassy teenagers. Satisfied he was alone, he lay down and slipped into a restless doze. 

Why did he have to bring up what she wanted? She could never have it again, no matter how beautiful the dream was. It was stolen, ruined by filthy hands clamped tighter than a chokehold. She could focus on what she had to do, follow a path of expectation set by necessity. But want? 

"What I want won't ever be mine. I wanted to build us a home on Naboo. I wanted to keep our team together after the war. I wanted to live!” 

Her reflection in the shaving mirror was staring at her. Lavender eyes, tears in the corners, but not sorrowful. No, those eyes were angry, hotter than Mustafar. It bubbled like lava under her skin, nowhere to send it but out. And she hated that face staring back at her in the moment. That was the face that had failed. It hadn't saved those helpless younglings. It hadn't spared Anakin from the dark side. It hadn't saved the man she loved. 

Failure. Broken, useless, weak Jedi. Worse than nothing at all. 

Her fist was moving before she could stop it, hitting the image in front of her until it shattered under her hand. It should have hurt, but she couldn't even do that right. The shards warped the reflection, the red tinge in her vision going gray and listless. 

Blood welled up and rolled down her skin, the hot feeling kicking in at the wrist. Droplets trickled onto the sheets, muddy looking on the gray fabric. Another thing she ruined. Another thing she'd broken. 

The many eyes in the broken reflection widened, softened as the tears began in earnest. 

"Miri…"

"I'm sorry… I don't know what came over me."

Something was wrong with her. She was collapsing, sinking into the dark… 

How would she ever save him now? If she couldn't save herself, Crosshair was-

Crosshair’s eyes snapped open, minutes before his alarm. He lay in the dark, breathing hard as a disembodied fury he'd never felt so strongly burned across his skin. The rage wasn't his own, but he was swept up in it. 

Miria. It was Miria… something was wrong. 

He sat up slowly, rubbing his face as he shook the cobwebs from his mind. What the hell…

His knuckles ached like he'd hit something, a phantom pain the vision hadn't experienced. He examined them as the lights came up. There was a bruise between his first and second knuckle, deep and blackening. 

He elected to ignore it, putting on his gloves and armor before heading to the mess. At least he could try to eat and forget this weird Jedi shit. He was just sitting down when the PA went off. "CT-9904 please report to Vice-Admiral Rampart's office immediately."

Dammit. This time he was taking his food with him. 

He'd shoved it in his mouth before he got to the office, letting himself in. Rampart was kicked back at his desk again, and the deja vu was not lost on the clone. 

"Your actions on Dexis were most impressive. I'm sending you on another mission. Report to CC-1223 for your debrief."

Crosshair blinked. "Why not Commander Cody?"

"Cody?" Rampart snorted. Crosshair was, for a moment, confused. Didn't everyone know the man who'd been the Marshall Commander of the Third Systems Army? But… individual names had been deregulated. Of course. 

"CC-2224."

"You'll never be more than a number to them." Hunter's voice in his head was almost accusatory now. 

Rampart huffed. "Oh. It seems he's gone AWOL."

That took Crosshair by surprise. Cody? AWOL? "...I see."

"It seems clone loyalty is not as advertised anymore." Rampart mused, not missing the opportunity to compare them to commodities. "It's funny, all these clones around you seem to go missing."

Crosshair felt his fists clenching again, the bruise on his knuckles alerting him. Why? Why did everyone that might have kept the crippling loneliness at bay leave? First the Batch, then Howser on Ryloth for as annoying as he'd been, now Cody? 

"Is there a problem?" Rampart narrowed his eyes. 

"No… sir." Why did the honorific taste like ashes in his mouth? 

"Then you're dismissed."

Crosshair walked out slowly, stiff as durasteel. What the hell was wrong with him? 

During the infrequent times Miria had been on Republic flagships during the war, she'd always found herself stopping at a wall somewhere. Every ship had one, started usually in the dead of night by some brother who couldn't sleep because the bunk next to his was empty. So he'd find a unadorned expanse of wall, take his vibroblade, and carve his broken heart into the durasteel in the form of a name and CT number. At some point, it had simply become tradition to have a memorial on board. Clones left little trinkets to the fallen, paused on rotations to remember, and occasionally whispered a prayer to whatever faith the galaxy had offered them comfort in. 

Miria had always counted herself lucky there was no such wall on the Havoc Marauder. It was almost a mark of pride, in the way the guys preened about their perfect success rate. They'd never failed a mission. She'd never lost a soldier, never stood at the foot of a covered casket and bid a good man goodbye to a chorus of Mando’a. 

Maybe that pride was why the wall in front of the medbay hit her so hard. She'd gotten up early, heading for the galley to make tea and caf for the boys, when she saw it. 

It was a small shelf, mounted at about head height for her. Clearly the team had been in on it, judging by the trinkets left there. A box of toothpicks from Hunter, a detached and heavily modified rifle scope from Tech, a miniature whiskey bottle from Echo, and a single unlit cigarra from Wrecker sat tucked in Lula's lap where Omega had offered her up after Wrecker gave her the toy. The doll was listed to the side, button eyes scuffed and well-loved as it waited for someone to pull it into their arms for comfort. Etched into the wall just above the little shrine was the name. The only name, the only soldier Miria had ever lost.

Crosshair. CT-9904. 

Her knees buckled before she realized it, the Jedi sinking to the floor with a ragged little noise. Her palms pressed into the durasteel, fighting the shakes and losing. 

"Miri?" Omega whispered behind her. 

"He isn't dead…" Miria sobbed. "He isn't dead, Omega."

"I know. But… Echo thought it would help." The girl walked over, putting her hand on Miria's shoulder. "Don't cry, Miri."

Miria didn't want to cry. She wanted to scream. Crosshair wasn't dead! He didn't belong in a memorial to the fallen! She wasn't giving up on him! "This feels like surrender." She finally whispered, swallowing her tears before they could steal her tenuous breath and have her hacking up her lungs here on the floor. 

"Nobody's giving up." Omega said with an adult firmness that startled Miria. "Wrecker said, if we all left something, that maybe it would bring him back. Like a call."

Miria looked up at the shrine again through wet lashes. "A call?"

"We've tried everything else. He's got to make the choice on his own, but maybe it'll reach him. You said the Force works in mysterious ways." 

Miria wiped her cheeks. "You're… you're right, little love." She finally croaked. "I'll leave something too."

"Good. I'll turn the caf maker on, you go wash your face." Omega helped her to her feet. 

Miria shuffled to the fresher slowly, splashing cool water over her stinging cheeks before creeping back to the bunkroom. The rest of her friends were sleeping, in various states of sprawled out, so she carefully opened Crosshair’s old footlocker and pulled out the envelope of his letters. There was a small stack of blank pages at the bottom, future letters for her that he hadn't gotten to write.

She picked them and a stylus up, sitting cross-legged on the floor with the locker as a desk for a moment before pressing the ink to the page. Her handwriting might not be as good as it once was, but why should that stop her now? 

My darling,

I've read every letter you wrote me-

[lightmylyla]

my wake up. part 3.

tw: alcohol use

I made my way downstairs to greet Danny, and his friend, but I stopped in my tracks when I realized who it was.

Tall, Lanky, Auburn, brown eyes. Oh my god. It was the man who I shared the moon with 7 years ago.

It was a story I told everyone. It had always stuck with me, Amelia's party was the first and only party I have ever been to in 7 years. I never went to another one because of how terrible that night went. Aside from the story of me getting locked out, it resulted in Amelia and Danny getting sent to boarding school, and made me lose contact with her.

So I vowed to not go to any more parties.

The Tall boy didn't seem to remember me, so I pretended to not remember him either. I blanked him at first, putting all my focus on Danny, whom I hadn't seen in so long.

He was taller and more muscular, he also had more of a unique look now. With blonde streaks in his hair and a very healthy curl routine (which I would always dream he'd find.) He was still dreamy, but he's not my type anymore. Besides, Jean.

I hugged Danny so tight and we shared some kind words. He was smiley as ever, his friend standing next to him awkwardly.

His friend reached out a hand for me to shake. It was that same hand I had been met with and analyzed, only now the calluses were deeper. Almost talking over his entire hand.

I shook his hand smiling, as I was about to open my mouth he said

-I'm Sam.-

I knew.

-Lyla.-

He knew.

A few seconds of silence prolonged as me and Sam stared at each other. I felt him remember me. He brushed it off though, he must have thought I didn't remember him.

I made my way back upstairs to leave Amelia and her brother to reconcile, as I walked up I heard another pair of feet following me, I assumed it was Sam's, he had just asked Amelia where the bathroom was.

My thoughts were interrupted as my phone rang for the 4th time that night. It was Jean.

I swiftly walked into my room and shut the door, then angrily answered my phone.

-qu'elle.-

I snapped at him. He'd been disturbing me too much. I could have been asleep and he could have woken me up!

Jean was actually being nice to me, he apologized earlier and everything, saying he shouldn't have snapped and that he's going to come and see me this weekend.

I was happy, I missed him very much, it was unfamiliar being in a room without him, being in a bed without him. So maybe having him here for a weekend will help things settle in.

-Je t'aime Jean. Bonne nuit bébé.-

I put the phone down, happy that I didn't go to sleep with him still worried about towels. And just as I was laying down I heard a gentle knock at my door.

-Come in-

I quietly said, I didn't want to sound annoyed, I kind of was though. I had been trying to get to sleep for ages.

My door opened to reveal Amelia, she smiled at me.

-we're down in the living room having some drinks and talking if you want to join us? If not it's okay.-

She cautiously spoke, she remembers that I like to go to bed early.

-I would love to actually.-

I got up from my bed and followed her downstairs. I hadn't been in the living room yet, so this was the first I had seen of it. It was probably the best room in the house, definitely the room Amelia had been spending the most time in too.

There were two sofas, and a coffee table in between them. A large Tv stood above a vintage fireplace, and a lamp was the only thing illuminating the room.

Danny came in through the front door holding some cases of beer, and he placed them on the coffee table in front of me and Amelia, he must have gone to the local shop. Sam came in shortly after, he must have been in the bathroom upstairs for ages, because his hair was wet and he was wearing more comfortable clothes. I couldn't help but stare at him as he walked in.

The only thing I had figured out about him was that he must have been one of Danny's close friends, even 7 years ago. And that must have been why he was at the party that night.

I was sitting on the sofa facing the Tv. Amelia sat down next to Danny on the next sofa, leaving the only space available for Sam to be next to me. He sat there with no hesitation, because why would there be?

Amelia opened the first can, setting us off to open ours too, Amelia and Danny talked about family on the sofa, me and Sam in silence.

Eventually I decided to break the silence, I looked up at him and he caught my eye immediately.

-So you're in a band then?-

I said, curiously.

-yeah, I play bass and keys, Daniel plays drums if you didn't know.-

He smirked and looked over at Danny, who was lost in conversation with Amelia

-Yeah I knew, growing up I'd hear him playing in the basement. He's pretty good-

We were both looking at Danny now, there was an awkward silence that overhung.

Sam sighed and looked at me.

-I don't know if this will be awkward to say, but I've been trying to find you since that night.-

I turned to him confused, because I decided to pretend to not remember him.

-Don't you remember me?-

He had a saddened look on his face.

-Hm, is there anything that would jog my memory?-

I giggled. I didn't know why I was playing games with him but it was fun. I really thought he wouldn't remember me after such a short interaction for one night 7 years ago. It must have stuck with him for some reason.

-We got locked out together at her party, we were 15.- He tilted his bottle towards Amelia as he said this.

I faked surprise, I widened my eyes and patted his leg

-Yes! I remember you!-

We both laughed in relief, knowing we both defeated the overhanging thoughts surrounding us. Now is my chance to find out all I've wanted to know about this guy.

Now I knew why he was at the party, and why his fingers worked so hard. It's from the bass.

Biting my lip I tried to think of something to ask him, just anything.

-Are you staying on the couch then?-

I asked, raising my eyebrows.

-Yeah, we're staying for the month. I'm so grateful for you and Amelia letting us stay, it was either this or a hotel room with my twin brothers. I choose peace.-

He let off a nervous laugh.

I couldn't help but notice a cute quirk in the way he spoke. After a sentence he would do a small smirk and head nod, or run his fingers through his hair. It was like a habit, routine. He'd do it every time he spoke.

I realized that he looks almost exactly the same as he did when he was 15. Except now he flaunted long brown locks, and he didn't have braces. He was also taller. But his face and his voice, exactly the same.

I noticed I hadn't said anything back, so I just laughed, then I asked;

-How old are you now?-

I wanted to know if him and I were born the same year

-I'm turning 22 next month.-

My eyes widened.

-what day?-

I asked, he seemed confused.

-3rd?- he raised an eyebrow.

-No way.- I exclaimed

Our birthdays were the same day. hesitantly, I asked;

-what time were you born..-

He looked extremely confused now.

-8.00 pm, like, on the dot.-

I was speechless.

-I was born at 7:53, April 3rd 1999.-

Sam and I were born only 7 minutes apart.

We both shared a laugh and a few 'oh my gods' then we shared this new news with Danny and Amelia, who were deep in conversation. They didn't seem to care as much as us, so we both just shrugged and continued talking.

We talked about what our favorite birthdays were, he said his 13th was a good one. I said I hated my 13th. The conversation went on for what felt like hours. But I felt myself getting tired.

-I think I'm going to go to bed guys, goodnight all- I looked over at Sam -Night twin.- we laughed, and I went upstairs to my empty room. I was happy the moving van wasn't delivering my stuff until Saturday, that means I had 2 days to paint my room without worrying about ruining my furniture.

As I was trying to get to sleep, all I could think about was Sam. He seemed pretty shy. That's not how I remember him. Maybe 15 year old Sam was different. And slightly intoxicated, but I knew that Sam was in there somewhere. I just had to get it out of him.

Finally I felt myself actually start to drift. I sunk into my unfamiliar bed, and started to dream.

The next morning I was awoken by the sweetest aroma. It reminded me of when I'd go to my grandfather's house as a child, and he'd make us crepes in the morning.

I rolled out of my bed and brushed my hair, I put it in a braid going down the back of my head, then I pulled on a pair of old yoga pants and a plain white t-shirt. I knew I'd be painting my room today.

As I was putting on a pair of white socks, there was a knock at my door.

-come in.- I exclaimed, my voice still hoarse from waking up. I cleared my throat.

Amelia crept in my room quietly and sat on my bed, I looked at her and smiled.

-Sam's cute isn't he.-

She said and looked at me with intrusive eyebrows.

-Yes he's smoking hot.-

I teased, a sarcastic tone in my voice.

I knew she'd do this. Ever since we were younger Amelia has always been into girls, but she was always extremely interested in me getting a boyfriend. I liked it, because she'd always manage to find a cute guy for me. We were quite young though, so most guys were cute to me.

She rolled her eyes.

Because I had gotten into contact with Amelia while I was still living in France, she had heard Jean and knew all about him. She didn't like him, I could tell, but to be honest I don't really like him either.

-I think he likes you-

she said, playfully. As if we were young girls again.

I rolled my eyes this time, ignoring her, but a few seconds after a smile crept up on my face.

She giggled and left the room, and then I realized, if she was in here, who is cooking crepes?

Curiously I walked out of my room, which led me to the kitchen, and I saw Sam and Danny cooking and laughing, the kitchen was extremely messy. Cracked eggs everywhere, spilled sugar and milk, strawberry stems, and two empty mugs of what I assume was coffee.

I laughed at the mess, which caused them both to turn around and laugh at me as well.

-Gordon Ramsay once said, if you're kitchens not messy... the food isn't good.-

Danny expressed, waving a spatula in my direction.

I scoffed, because Gordon Ramsay definitely didn't say that.

I opened the door to the balcony and stepped out into the warm summer morning of London. I sat on a small chair that was out there and opened my phone. I had a couple of texts from Jean, as he had woken up before me.

I decided not to reply, but to just call him instead.

We chatted on the phone for a while, I told him about my plans to paint my room and he told me about how he was getting called into work that day.

Although all I cared about at that moment was why Sam was staring at me from inside.

Jean caught on and asked me why I was distracted, annoyance in my voice I told him I wasn't. Eventually he and I ran out of things to talk about. So I told him I loved him and that I had to go.

I put my phone down next to me and continued looking at the clouds, suddenly I heard the patio door slide open, barefoot Sam came out to join me. There wasn't a chair for him, so he sat on the floor and leaned against the door, which he had closed as he was coming out.

-Were you just speaking French?- He asked.

I nodded and continued to look at the clouds. I noticed he was still staring at me so I looked at him and smiled.

-Why?-

-I lived there for 7 years, I still have contacts there.-

Sam was silent, then he started to nod.

-That's cool, I've always wanted to speak another language.-

I was finding it so hard not to stare at his body. He was wearing a pair of baggy sweats and no shirt. His hair was up in a messy bun. He still had sleep in his eyes, he probably only woke up like 20 minutes before me.

We sat alone on the balcony for a while, looking at the clouds.

Fuck it.

-Do you wanna help me do something today?-

I asked him. I knew I couldn't paint my room alone.

And I also knew that Amelia and Danny would want to do something together, they hadn't seen each other in ages apparently. And asking Sam to help me with my room would allow them to be able to go out somewhere without feeling guilty.

-Yeah sure, I'm free until 4. That's when I've got to go to the pub and meet my brothers, for practise and setting up for the show at 7.-

I nodded and started,

-I need to paint my room today, and I need someone to help me pick out the colors and actually paint, are you down for it?-

I nervously touched my hair.

Sam looked at Danny from inside, then he shrugged and nodded.

-Yeah sure, I don't see a problem with that, let me just go and get ready, because it seems you're ready to leave.-

He laughed, then made his way back inside, I read his lips and he told Danny, and Danny raised his eyebrows and smiled. Probably relieved that he could go out with his sister today.

I smiled to myself on the balcony, I was happy that Sam agreed, even though I hadn't known him for long.

A few minutes later he walked back onto the balcony, wearing a summery outfit, a half buttoned white shirt with a black shirt underneath. And a pair of blue denim shorts. No shoes yet. I was scared he was never going to put any on, but he was holding a fresh cup of coffee.

We sat for another 5 minutes just talking about random things, he took the last sip from his coffee cup and we both got up to leave

[delicatetaysversion]

it's been a year since i lied to you and told you that yes ive moved on so can we please be friends again. can you really blame me? i thought getting good at suppressing our memories from that one month meant moving on. i didn't know that i would feel a lump in my throat when you called me suddenly in the middle of a sunday even tho the plan was to talk once a week and we had talked only 3 days before. i didn't know i would feel butterflies in my stomach when i heard your laugh so close to my ear, but can you really blame me for being reminded of you giggling talking about the logistics of kissing on your study table?

but it's been another year since we've talked on the phone. those memories are so distant and blurry and full of light and happiness that i can't even believe they happened to me, it feels like they happened to a different person. so you don't have to worry, because ive moved on now.

remember when i used to tell you that i miss you so much i can't think about anything else, that i spend all my day reading our old chats? and you used to say, you need to stop and there are other people in the world? well, you don't have to worry about feeling uncomfortable now. i passed the exam i failed because i was too heartbroken over you. i go to tuitions and then i go to internship and i come home so late that all i do is eat and sleep. ive been doing better these days.

and you were right, there are other people in the world. but do you know, i asked a girl to come watch barbie with me, and she made a disgusted expression and said she'd already watched it and she hated it? this happened after we shared a coffee and realising we live next to each other and finding out that she watches kdramas and i listen to kpop. so surprising isn't it? someone who probably understands toxic masculinity and gender roles are fucked up still has internalised misogyny in her? nobody can compare to you, you lecturing me about feminism in tenth standard and your little book club with assigned reading as a thousand splendid suns and you having tears in your eyes showing us harry styles with pride flags in his concerts and you being mean and blunt saying i need to talk about my internalised homophobia. im starting to think you were one in a million and i was a fool to lose you, and an even bigger fool to have had you back and then lose you again.

but do you understand now? you told me you didn't, two years ago. i asked you, don't you understand that i was going crazy dealing with my psychotic family and i was depressed and tired and couldn't talk? and you said no, you're sorry, you really don't, you don't understand how someone can not share why they're sad to the person they supposedly love the most in the world. as i was writing this, daylight by taylor swift started playing. ironic, isn't it? there are many memories ive tried to erase from that one month, but this one i cannot forget- me coming into your room the night we planned and asking you if you're sure about this and is this like an experiment thing a oh what's kissing like thing or is it a we're in love with each other thing, and you smiling softly and saying girl yes i am sure it is one hundred percent a we're in love thing.

ive been getting better at sharing my sadness with my loved ones. my parents haven't stopped fighting, my dad shouted at my mom today morning because my brother lost the car keys, but it's okay, ive learned to tune it out. he only lives here for half a month, he stays somewhere else the other half so it's been easier to bear. my sister moved out, finally. ive been sad because of it but i know she's obviously happier there so it's okay. we have a neighbor and they have this tiny tiny annoying si kid she always comes to her house after her mom scolded her to sulk and watch tv with us. how is your little sister doing? i think of her when our neighbor devil comes. and how is your mom doing? are they settling in well to the new city? and how are you doing? have you been okay? we don't have to be exes trying to be friends again. but can't we just be childhood friends (if age 15 was childhood) who drifted apart briefly but found their way back to each other? please?

but it's okay, if we can't. cause like i said, ive moved on.

[captainmalewriter]

Danny

For generations now, there's been an extraordinary gift that runs in my family. My older brother Danny inherited it when he turned 18. And now that I'm at the cusp of adulthood too, it was time for me to inherit the family gift too.

My Mom sat me down for "The Talk" when it first started manifesting. She told me the gift was lucid dreaming. It's trippy to be honest. To be dreaming while actively knowing you're dreaming is a mind boggling experience. You feel lighter, yet everytime you move you feel heavier. You feel like you're constantly moving through a thick haze, moving closer and closer to the unknown.

As the days went on, my trips happened more frequently. I mentioned this to my Mom, and she could only shrug her shoulders and say that I must be a natural at it. Although, the more it happened, the more I noticed how real it seemed. What I saw was too real, too much to just be a dream. Soon enough I connected the dots and realized that my Mom had lied to me. The gift wasn't lucid dreaming, it was astral projection. I never told her I knew though, just in case she knew of a way to suppress my gift.

Not that it mattered much. I couldn't control when my soul projected out of my body. I was just go to sleep some nights, and suddenly I was floating around while my unconcious body just laid there. I enjoyed being an unbounded soul though. It's fun to just go around and see things from an otherworldly perspective. I was just floating around my house like any other night. I went into my brother Danny's room where he was fast asleep. Or so I thought, I noticed that his body was a little too motionless to be asleep. He must've been astral projecting too. I got closer to his body. It was odd seeing Danny this way. He was so still, it was almost like he was dead!

I reached out and laid a hand on him. My hand rested on his arm, only for it to phase into him. My hand was actually inside of his body! I didn't know I could do that! Then, becoming curious, I decided to lay my entire being on top of his body. The same thing happened; I laid there for only a second or two, and then I started to sink into Danny. His body started twitching and shivering in response to taking in my soul. But it never rejected me, instead it took me in entirely. My soul aligned perfectly with Danny's body, and his potent body odor woke me up. Despite the strong smell, I realized I was now in control of his body!

That happened a week ago now. Danny was furious with me when I possessed his body. He demanded I leave immediately, but I don't know how! I've been inside his body for over a week now! Not that I'm complaining, I'm loving this new body of mine! Danny hates it though, without his body available he had to take over my body in the meantime. Mom says it's gonna be a while before she can figure out how to switch back. She says the tricky part is that my gift is still new, and hasn't had the time to properly mature. The swapback will take a while because of that.

Not that I mind it, honestly I wouldn't mind being inside Danny's body forever. In fact, I think it's time I start acting like Danny now. He's been annoying his "older brother" a lot lately. I'm gonna stick his face in my hairy, sweaty armpit to shut him up when I get back home. Time for payback for all the times he's done that to me, and I'm gonna savor every moment of it.

[moonlightflower21]

every kind of way

a/n: papa leo w his kids. i ain't written for him so long, i've forgotten everything 💀

"i've got you, my little darling. it's okay, papa's here" leo's gentle voice calmed his baby, dried tears tracked on her little cheeks. he kissed her forehead whilst he wiped the tears away. seeing her so agitated broke him a little, parenthood was difficult. it was always a new learning curve, especially because he didn't have the privilege of going out and about when his kids were fussy. the night was hard on his little girl, she was unsettled and cried at every turn. he so desperately wanted to call you but this was the first night that you'd had to yourself for a while. you needed it and he knew that, he couldn't take it away from you.

"hi sweetheart, what's going on hm?" he cooed, gently waving her little hand with his finger. it got her staring at him with her huge gorgeous blue eyes.

"you must be exhausted, you've been crying and crying the whole night. it's a wonder how you haven't managed to wake the whole of new york" he walked to the other side of the room to pick up her baby blue pacifier, chuckling at her little face.

"i wish you laughed just as loudly. your cries wound me, i wish i could take away your pain" with a soft gasp, her mouth sucked in the pacifier and her eyes closed slowly before shutting altogether. her small clenched palm on his chest loosened, snuggling in further to the turtle for warmth which he happily provided.

he gently rocked, walking to and fro very gently as to not make any sudden movements. he could hear his toddler giggling excitedly in the background, only knowing how much of a fuss he'd put up. but with time comes wisdom, leo knew little tricks to help him sleep better. a small mumble fell from the baby in his arms and he glanced down to see her deep asleep, hand wrapped around the end of his mask. his heart tugged, a moment he would treasure until the end of time. very slowly, he placed her down in her bassinet right next to the bed.

"sleep well my baby, i love you" he bends to press a few small kiss to her cheeks, gently rubbing his thumb over her forehead. god he could look at her forever and never tire from her beauty. she looked like a carbon copy of you, even thought she was half turtle.

very slowly he closed the door and searched for his toddler, picking up the toys along the way to avoid a tripping hazard.

"CATCH ME!" a young voice trilled in the air and leos arm immediately outstretched, grabbing the small body dangerously close to hitting the floor.

"hey!-" he froze as he heard shuffling on the baby mic and breathed a sigh of relief when she mumbled and fell back to sleep.

"cmon buddy, it's bedtime" leo held his small toddler in his arms, standing up to his full height.

"noo papa, pleaseee!" the little boy kicked and nudged his father, doing obviously no harm but a little annoying nonetheless.

"yeah bro pleaseeee" shooting a glare at mikey, leo continued wrapping his son in a blanket. it was leo's old blanket from the past, one that he absolutely couldn't live without. and now his son was in love with the same blanket too.

"you're tired, let's get you into bed" already yawning and rubbing his eyes, the youngest ninja fought his very hardest to stay awake. forcing his eyes open with his fingers but a short massage from leo had him in a softly chirping mess. another little sound leo made when he was relaxed and sleepy. like father, like son

and just like his sister before him, the small turtle found himself against his father's chest, snoozing away. leo gently running a finger down his back, rocking ever so slightly side to side.

"wasn't he just bouncing off of a wall like two seconds ago?" donnie chuckled, entering the room sipping his newly brewed cup of coffee.

"i swear he's got more energy than me" mikey slumped to the couch, holding a few of the toys scattered around the room.

leo rolled his eyes, smiling at his brothers comments. he looked down to see his son curled into a small ball, his whole hand wrapped around one of his fingers. it took him back to when he was a kid and did the same to splinter, his heart so full of adoration for this small creature.

"i love you" leo kissed the top of his head gently, walking back to the room to place him down.

it was the quiet and tender moments of fatherhood that tugged at leo's heartstrings, these very moments that would be forever burned into his heart. there was very little he wouldn't do for his kids, he just always hoped he could protect them as well as splinter could. it would be a struggle, they weren't normal children. he wondered howd they be in the future, would they hate their turtle heritage? would they be resentful to you and leo? would be be able to keep them safe and perfect from danger? could be a good father from underground?

but for now, glancing at his snoozing babies, he smiled to himself.

he was doing pretty well.

[sassykattery]

A Lover and a Friend, Pt. 3

Welcome to the third part of this chapter!

CW: MC is afab, she/her pronouns used. This is mostly fluff and storyline.

Themes: Jealousy (oooo wait for this one y'all), teasing (a little humor/crack), jokes about nudity, scent

Characters: all brothers (assumed), Diavolo, Barbatos, MC="You"

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It was morning. You slowly came to your surroundings, still not ready to open your eyes.

"Mm," you murmured while nuzzling into the neck of the demon you were held by. You breathed a heavy and content sigh. It was warm, cozy, familiar, and you wanted to stay forever. So, you scooted in even closer to relish the comfort, tangling your legs into the demon's. Then your eyes popped open to realize which demon exactly you were snuggling up against. You froze.

"Good morning, MC," the demon mumbled. You stared straight ahead at the neck and jaw of Lucifer. Slowly pulling back, you looked at him. He looked absolutely exhausted.

"... You look tired," is all you managed to say. You had questions but of course that was the statement you chose to say instead.

"Do I? I guess I didn't get my beauty rest," he mumbled, looking down at you over his nose with raised brows. Your mouth twitched to say something but chose to remain quiet. "You had a nightmare last night," he said.

"Oh..." is all you said. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up," you said regretfully.

Lucifer looked down at you. He could see how much better you looked after some sleep, and that was a relief to him, at least. It did ease the ache of sleep deprivation just a little. He decided to be coy.

"It's alright, you jumped right into my arms and insisted you be held all night like a baby," he said. Your face instantly reddened. You knew he was teasing. Right?

"I most certainly did not," you replied indignantly.

"Right, and you most certainly didn't nuzzle yourself into my neck a minute ago," he retorted. You opened your mouth and promptly shut it, rolling your eyes while trying to untangle yourself from Lucifer. He smirked, he loved flustering you still; you just made it so easy for him. You rolled back to your side of the bed onto your stomach and groaned into the mattress.

Lucifer smiled, remembering how much you hated mornings just like him. You often just laid there for as long as you could get away with, avoiding conversation with even him. He reached over and grabbed his D.D.D. and saw a message from Mammon.

Mammon: Match is tonight. 11pm. Heard he's going to the match but has a guy coming to The Fall to place bets.

Lucifer: Very well, let's meet later to discuss the plan in regard to this information. Thank you.

Lucifer put the device back down and looked over at you, still laying there motionless on the bed. He looked at your form, not really thinking about anything in particular, just you. His eyes followed the lines of your body, the way your shoulders and back curved, the shape of your hips that beveled into your thighs, your butt-

He averted his eyes and sighed.

"Why are you sighing? It's too early for sighing," you mumbled into the mattress.

"I didn't realize sighing had a timely occasion, I'll be sure to do it when it's appropriate next time," he replied, slightly annoyed.

That instantly rubbed on your nerves, and you turned your head to look at him but continued to lay flat on your stomach.

"You think you're funny, right?" you muttered.

"I've heard I'm hilarious," Lucifer replied.

"Said no one ever," you replied faster.

"I wasn't aware you were no one," he quipped.

"I've never said you were hilarious," you growled.

"I believe there was that one time, sans clothes, that you-" he started to say.

That finally got you riled up, "Nope! I definitely did not say you were hilarious, especially not naked!"

"Oh? And what am I when I am naked?" he teased. Your eyes widened and you turned your head the other direction and groaned again at his stupid joke. Lucifer smirked and chuckled to himself. He won.

He dropped the smile quickly and said, "The next match is tonight."

You finally hoisted yourself up off the bed and sat in the middle, legs crisscrossed and facing him. "Oh," is all you said.

"Mammon says he should be at the match itself, so there may not be a lot happening at The Fall," Lucifer said, trying to quell your fears. You nodded.

Someone tried to jiggle the doorknob at Lucifer's bedroom door, finding it to be locked. You both looked at the door, waiting to see if the person would announce themselves or try to break down the door, but neither happened. Lucifer growled at whoever was standing there and there was the sound of running footsteps down the hallway.

"Mammon?" you asked.

"Seemingly," Lucifer replied.

"Shall we get ready?" you inquired. He nodded.

You sat there collecting your thoughts and Lucifer went to his closet. You were just staring into space when Lucifer turned around.

"Do friends watch each other change clothes?" he asked, smirking, with his hands on the sash of his sleeping robe. Your head snapped back to him.

"Uhh... well I mean my friends do but..." you muttered.

"Oh? Is that right? So, I get to return the favor when it's your turn, correct?" he pulled at the sash some more. You immediately bolted and ran out of his room, slamming the door behind you. He chuckled for just a moment before returning to his more serious thoughts. He walked over to his D.D.D. and messaged the Demon Brothers group chat.

Lucifer: House meeting in 5 minutes, dining hall, all are required to attend. No arguments, no skipping.

With that, all had read it with no replies of discontent, much to Lucifer's surprise. He knew you wouldn't be downstairs for a while, so he wanted to talk to his brothers before you made your way down for breakfast. He proceeded to get dressed quickly and headed to the dining hall.

There sat all six brothers, waiting for Lucifer's arrival. He cleared his throat and sat down.

"Thank you all for coming. I need to tell you about the task that Diavolo, Mammon, Asmo, MC, and I are about to take on, but I also require your help on this as well for everyone else." Lucifer said.

"Why is MC not here?" Levi asked.

"That's what this is about," Lucifer replied. "MC will be at The Fall with Mammon and Asmo, but I need you four on standby in case things go awry tonight. She may summon any of you, you may get called one by any one of us, so be ready. Our target is apparently rather slippery, and I anticipate there being some tricks."

"Why don't the four of us just join them at The Fall?" Satan asked. "That way we mitigate the risk."

"Unfortunately, we have to try and not raise suspicion in this situation. If our target gets wind that all of you are at The Fall, he may cancel the match in favor of waiting for a quieter night," Lucifer replied. "And we have to try and make it seem like Asmo, Mammon, and MC are all just on a night out."

They all sat quietly, thinking about the situation. Eventually there were nods from everyone around the table and Lucifer took that as his answer. He explained the timing of everything to the brothers and what he and Diavolo will be doing. Just as he finished explaining this, they all heard your footsteps down the hall, finally joining for breakfast. Lucifer shot everyone a glare and they all proceeded to act natural, as if they were just having breakfast as usual.

"Good morning, MC!" Asmo said cheerfully. You looked at him with exasperation, as you usually did this early.

"Morning, Asmo, everyone," you replied. Breakfast proceeded as usual.

-

You went with Lucifer to the castle to talk about tonight's plan with Diavolo. You three had tea in the dining hall, and the conversation changed to politics that didn't quite concern you, so you went to the kitchen to see if Barbatos would accept your help with cleaning.

Occasionally, you offered to do this since you were spending so much time at the castle as of late, and you felt bad about Barbatos serving you. He appreciated your help and always accepted it. It was one of the ways he could spend time with you too, and he certainly didn't mind the politeness you demonstrated in offering, another admirable quality he appreciated about you.

Meanwhile, Diavolo and Lucifer continued talking after you left, and there was a lull in the conversation. Diavolo had been studying the both of you ever since you two walked in. It didn't pass by Diavolo that you smelled heavily of Lucifer when you gave him a hug as you arrived, and he wasn't sure what that meant. He noted how Lucifer eyed you when you left a while ago. You didn't seem upset, but you were also good at hiding it, so that wasn't a good indicator for what was happening.

"I'd like to stretch my legs, let's go for a walk around the castle, Lucifer," Diavolo suggested, standing from his chair. Lucifer inclined his head in agreement, and they went outside to the palace grounds.

After some time, walking, Lucifer finally spoke his mind:

"What is it that you didn't want MC to hear? I'd say we're out of earshot," he said neutrally.

"Ah, observant as always," Diavolo replied in equal measure. "I wanted to know how things were going between you two."

"Shouldn't it be me asking you that question?" Lucifer asked, brows furrowing.

"It should, shouldn't it? Considering she's mine, after all," Diavolo said, stopping when he said "mine." Lucifer also stopped and faced the prince. "But what I'm asking about is if everything is okay between you two?"

Lucifer remained silent, a frown lining his lips. He looked at the palace walls behind them, and said, "She wants to be friends, that's all. You don't need to feel threatened." It was bold of Lucifer to accuse Diavolo of such a thing, but it was unlike Diavolo to ask such a question so directly. He usually gathered enough information through observation and judge of character.

Diavolo took a step closer to the other demon, boring his golden eyes into Lucifer's crimson ones. "I suppose I don't need to, no. However, I want to be sure her wishes are being respected, and that none of us are crossing her boundaries," he replied, layering on thick his displeasure with Lucifer.

Lucifer looked him dead in the eye, eyebrow raised, "I assure you, she's making all the moves at the moment, my lord. I would never imagine such a thing," he retorted.

"Ah, is that right?" Diavolo challenged.

They stood there, both with arms crossed, the tension hanging in the air so thick one could cut it. Lucifer didn't reply, standing by what he had already said. It felt like an eternity as the two exchanged silent glances, seeing if the other would make a move first.

"Very well, I'll take your word for it," Diavolo finally said with a smile, relaxing his shoulders. This time Lucifer felt a little unnerved by that smile but elected to not aggravate him further.

The two returned back to the inside of the castle to hear you laughing with Barbatos as he showed you how to make Hellfire Mushroom Rolled Cigar Cookies. It brought joy to both of their hearts to see and hear you be so happy. You were nothing short of a little miracle to both of them, how easily you charmed them with just a smile, how it was so hard to ever be mad at you or ever want to stay away from you. You happened to look over and saw them watching you and Barbatos, and you waved a flour-covered hand with the biggest grin. They could have melted on the spot for you.

"Shall we prepare for this evening?" Lucifer asked, still watching you from afar.

"Let's," Diavolo agreed, doing the same.

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Kisaki Tetta Headcanons

It's a fluff, don't worry.

Kisaki Tetta

Not much of a boy other then being smart. Kisaki wasn't fear by others, but rather he was the kind of a boy that everyone knew him as a smart kid, a friend that always be the mentor in every subject. And yes, despite his delinquent criterias he has, he actually respect women.

Kisaki was taught by his mother that women are strong and independent, but they need to be protect as the society remains cruel since women are disadvantages by strenghth. He's a mommy's boy too if you ask my opinion. That's a bonus for his babe.

"Why do you obsess with her? She has a boyfriend"

Okay? And his point is still standing. No one can top Hina in his list. Kisaki likes brave and strong will woman in his life. Despite his smart ass brain, people like him can fall terrible by just a trip of a rock. (Yeah, i was a smart student before so i feel how much pressure that puts on me) Kisaki wanted a woman that whenever he talks to, he feels like he's in his heaven. Shoulders to cry, eventhough i doubt he would cry that often, laugh when he feels like he didn't need to laugh, and play around the neighborhood like an average teenagers. That's why he wanted Hina in the first place, he saw Hina as his guide angel that help him came out of the shell.

But when Hina was with Takemichi, it breaks his heart so much that he would cry every night, just thinking about them was too much for him. He thought that Hina would stay with him. But those dream of his was just a mere smoke easily blown away into thin air.

Hina probably saw Kisaki doing just fine after that because of his fame with girls was pretty normal for a smart kid. She didn't talk to him quite alot like before, because kisaki was a year younger than her and she think him as her little brother only. And she probably thought that it doesn't feel right if she kept talking with other guys while having a boyfriend too. And i bet that takemichi will get as jealous.

"What's the worst habit you want to get rid of?"

Biting skin. Kisaki is that person that bites his skin off out of nervousness, he would chew, picking skin from his fingers that sometimes he bleeds. It was a dirty habit he wanted to get rid off. Yet he couldn't help but fidgeting his fingers, he feels the rush through his blood that he needed something to calm his nerves. Tapping on the floor or table with shoes or nails annoys him a lot so, the only thing he tried to get used is chewing gum. Yup, bubble gums are his best solution to his biting habits. And the result, damn the jawline of that man is sharper than baji's knife he stab himself with hahahah.

His side profile is as gorgeous as himself. You can always steal a glimpse of him from the side because he has a perfect jawline and a beautiful cheekbones.

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Also, i think kisaki is the kind of person that sings before he went to sleep. It's like a little opening for his dream before sleeping. A smart kid with a hard frown on his face 24/7 sometimes need a therapy of his mind a bit. He would sing the song from the TV show he watched 4 hours ago, or even the song Hanma kept on repeating while they hang out.

Imagine a grown man mumble a song to sooth his nerves from a hell load of work, and he slowly drift of to sleep, unaware he just sing a classical choir. It's a cute habit that i think he would have because that man do have a lot of stuff in his mind. But if you ask him sing, he would say that he didn't follow the newest trend of song. Or say that when pigs can fly if you wanted him to sing.

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Emotions? I think kisaki was known as a numb feeling kind of a guy. Yes, since his only girl he wanted to have has been 'snatch', he felt nothing but numb. You could shoot an arrow on his forehead he still functionand do his works. Kisaki is rsrely seen to smile nor even laugh with anyone else despite being a famous smart kid in school. He thought that being emotional is a thing to have time for. And he rarely had times since he prioritises his works more than himself.

But if he does get emotional, he didn't want anyone to noticed it. Or rather say, no one actually notice his emotion other than being mad all the time. Kisaki is not fond to people comforting him when he's down. He would denied that he had a breakdown while his tear duct literally broken. Yeah, it seems about right for kisaki to react like that.

Oh my i simp for a psychotic child. But anyway, i miss kisaki so much. Wish he picks someone else other than hina. Because that man deserve the love. 😤No hate on my kisaki please.

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing: percy jackson x child of zeus!reader and jason x older sibling!reader

requested: yes!

warning: two curse words, mentions of stealing, death of a parent, and i believe that is it!

category: headcanons, fluff

a/n: i may have gotten too carried away but... i had a lot of fun writing this haha. i hope you guys like it!

pre-relationship

you and percy invented the phrase power couple but coming together took a while

your relationship dynamic would be very similar to thalia and percy's at first

you're both natural-born leaders, so you guys butt heads very often

you're more calculated and organized when it comes to things and percy being impulsive really annoyed you

he's lucky that even though he is impulsive, things somehow always work out in the end

if it wasn't for annabeth urging you guys to get along, you probably would still be at each other's neck

how did she get you guys to get along, you may ask?

she locked you guys in a storage closet :)

and said figure it out ♡

this happened after a friendly sparring practice turned into a full-on fight with your powers

annabeth insisted she wouldn't let you guys out until you declared to be friends

at the time, you were like, percy will never be my friend, ew

percy was just as annoyed

after a good hour of bickering and resisting your urge to choke him out

you guys found that you had a lot in common, actually?

huh, who would have known?

apparently annabeth

you guys talked about your life outside of camp and bonded over the worst teachers you've ever had

turns out, percy wasn't that bad

you'd never admit that out loud though

after a while, you started to feel things

were percy's eyes always that pretty?

yes, they've always been

oh look, those freckles over his nose? adorable

did you just call Percy adorable? yeah, you did… gross

you tried to deny your attraction to him

you were pretty sure this was a cruel joke from aphrodite (it was… more for your dad's than for you guys, though)

then you started noticing changes in his behavior too

now you guys were sharing blankets at the campfire when it got chilly

he even shared the blue cookies his mother sent him too

that's when you should have known he was down bad

both of you have awful sleep schedules

you hated sleeping in cabin 1

it was clearly built not to be slept in, and every few days, you found yourself having late-night conversations with percy at the docks

once the harpies snuck up on you and percy told you to get in the water with him

you didn't know how to swim, and you were kinda horrified of open water

you wanted to refuse, but you were cornered on the docks

you either jumped or got eaten

the last thing you said was that you couldn't swim before percy didn't give you a choice

he grabbed your hand and jumped in

his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you in the air bubble he had made around you guys

at first, you didn't focus on it

too busy trying to defend yourself from his teasing

he continued to mimic the way you screamed when he dragged you into the water

"wow, you can fly, but you can't swim?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to defend yourself

you called him annoying, and he playfully threatened to let you drown

you guys joked and laughed, staying a little too long underwater

after your laughter ceased, you found yourself looking into his eyes

the both of you became quiet

suddenly his arm around your waist, the way your chests were pressed against each other made you horribly flustered

and you're not sure what you were thinking

actually, you weren't thinking at all, but you leaned in and kissed him

like really kissed him, it was a proper kiss

ahhhhhh!!!

probably would have kissed him longer if the water nymphs didn't giggle, exposing their little audience

once you pulled away, they scattered, ready to gossip about what they saw

the news made it to atlantis pretty fast

after the kiss, things were so awkward

you avoided him for days, and he avoided you

annabeth felt the tension, and she was upset because just when you guys were getting along, suddenly, you guys were avoiding each other

the battle of manhattan was approaching soon and the last thing anyone wanted was for you guys not to get along

you both avoided annabeth’s questions, not ready to confess what you guys had shared

eventually, annabeth kept pressing you about what happened

you blew up and admitted that you made out with percy in the water

annabeth was speechless before she burst into laughter

you didn't understand why it was so funny at first

but then you did

the both of you laughed until annabeth said that she wasn't surprised at all

the battle of manhattan comes around, and in the urgency of the moment, you guys were able to rise to the occasion

your movements, thoughts, commands were completely coordinated

you guys were an extension of each other, kicking ass

at the end, you were both offered immortality

the offer took you back to a conversation you guys had where you spoke about how you'd never want to be immortal

the both of you exchanged looks before you simultaneously denied the gift

zeus was offended x2

after that, you guys returned to camp half-blood

the both of you were upset at the campers you've lost and trying to recover from the adrenaline of battle

you and annabeth sang percy happy birthday and the three of you sat together and ate blue cake in a comfortable silence

weeks passed, and one day, you're met with annabeth barging into your cabin asking when you and percy are going to talk about your kiss

it was the last day of camp, and she was insistent on you talking to him

you reluctantly agreed, mainly because annabeth threatened to lock you in a storage closet again

you guys sat on the dunes in silence for a while

the both of you wanted to confess, but neither knew how to do it

after some silence, the both of you spoke at the same time

you stuttered over each other and then began bickering back and forth on who should go first until you blurted out that you like him

you cringed and looked away as percy froze in his spot

it was silent for a moment before percy whispered, "I like you too."

cue your second kiss

your teeth slightly bumping with his since the both of you were smiling so much

and you swore you heard thunder in the distance even though there were clear skies

relationship

you lived in a foster home on the other side of manhattan, so you guys saw each other every weekend

you guys went on movie dates, long drives, and you would sleep over pretty often

for the spooky season, you went to haunted houses and carved pumpkins

you watched horror movies together, teasing each other when one of you jumped and tried to cover your face during the scary parts

you went to his place for Thanksgiving and you arrived early so that the both of you could help sally cook all day

you and percy put blue food coloring on the mashed potatoes

for the first time ever, you felt like you were apart of a family since sally had welcomed you with open arms

everything was going great but then december came around

the last time you saw percy, you guys were christmas shopping for his mom

your last day of school ended a few days after his, so you planned to meet at CHB

but when you got there, you found out he never arrived

you called his home from the payphone in the big house

sally was relieved to hear from you, a part of her hoping he was with you

but you both found out that neither of you had heard from him in a few days

meeting jason

you and annabeth tried everything to find him

then you got a dream from hera that the answer to where percy is was with the guy with one shoe

you arrive and you find this blonde kid and not your boyfriend; you were kinda actually very annoyed

but this blonde kid felt familiar

you weren't sure what it was, and then you heard his name — Jason Grace

surely, it was a coincidence that he shared the name of your missing brother

you were too young to remember his disappearance

the only remembrance you had of him was a picture of the both of you as toddlers sitting happily beside thalia

you always wondered who was the little boy in the photo and it wasn't until a few years ago did thalia tell you about him disappearing

you were a bit wary of him at first, especially since he had no memory of where he came from

it wasn't until he conjured lightning with his sword, did you have no doubt in your mind that he was your brother

the first night you guys spent in the cabin together was awkward

you couldn't really catch up since he didn't remember anything, so you told him what thalia told you about him and your mother

you didn't reveal him everything, not wanting to overwhelm him and you had decided to call it a night before you went into detail

you explained the rest of the story after he came back from his quest

you tried to ask him questions hoping he’d remember more, but his memory wasn't coming back fast enough

both you and jason were growing frustrated, so one day you iris messaged thalia

the both of you came up with an idea to jog jason's memory by showing him things that he enjoyed as a toddler

jason was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he went along with it

thalia recalled that the two of you really liked watching the flintstones as babies

so you and jason sat down and watched every season available on dvd

and well, it didn't work...

thalia also mentioned you both really liked sweets, so you tried to jog his memory with candy bars

you had to convince jason to sneak out of camp with you

he thought it was such a bad idea, but you reassured him he'd be fine

after reluctantly agreeing, jason and you escaped at night to buy actually steal candy bars from the closest gas station

jason panicked as he watches you shove candy bars in your sweatshirt

"we're gonna get caught"

"if you keep looking that scared, we just might," you replied a little too calmly

he tried to relax, but he just looked like he saw a ghost the entire time

on your way back, you may have electrocuted a harpy and fought a couple cyclops and all the fighting and running made you lose one of your snicker bars

you were upset, to say the least

unfortunately, after stuffing him with chocolate, that didn't work either

then you tried to show him the few pictures you were able to salvage before you were taken to the foster home after the death of your mother

jason sat in front of you on the floor as you pulled the box from under your bed

you smiled, finding an old picture of your mother, and you put it up to his face, taking in the similarities between the two

"yep, you look just like her," you confirmed as you smiled sadly

even though jason didn't know her, he felt a sense of pride when you had told him so

every time a memory would come back, you were the first person he told

when his memories with lupa came back, you were shook

and then you teased him, saying that he's basically a dog

once you threw a twig and told him to go fetch

he didn't find it as funny as you and leo did, but oh well

you also asked if he howled at full moons, and you were met with the straightest face you've ever seen on jason

it was the funniest thing ever to you

every week you guys kicked ass in capture the flag

you guys were more alike than you thought

it was guaranteed that whichever team you were on would win

in the months when the argo II was being built, you had a lot of times to bond with jason

your dynamic was really fun as you were a bit more rebellious and silly while he was a lot more responsible and mature

after the argo II departed

you reuniting with percy was something you thought about for months

you were so excited when the argo II was officially ready to fly over to camp jupiter

your pulse was thumping in your ears when you saw percy in the crowd

after months of worrying about where he was and if he was still alive, it was almost surreal to see him right in front of you

you lunged into him so hard, he stumbled back as you kissed him

just like your second kiss, the both of you were smiling so hard your teeth kept bumping against his

"i love your new look," you commented on his toga, and he snorted,

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, it's kinda hot."

the both of you laughed, content to be in each other's arms again

after getting on the argo II, you were the reason jason and percy formed some sort of a friendship

you were the mutual ground for the both of them since they had a soft spot for you

the tension between the two was something you couldn't disregard and you hated how weird it was at the beginning

if they butted heads, you tried to mend the problem

you understood both of them well enough to understand where they came from

at some point, you and annabeth thought it would be funny to lock them in a storage closet

so you did

they kept complaining to be let out but eventually, they gave in

little did they know that you were standing near the door and listening to their conversation

jason told him how you helped him a lot and all the ridiculous things you made him do

and percy shared stories of you from quests and at camp

the both of them laughed and bonded over having someone as amazing as you in their lives

"y/n is pretty great," percy smiles

"yeah, they are," jason agreed

needless to say, your heart warmed at the praise from your two favorite boys

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