#mighty med one shots

[this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms]

Three’s Not A Crowd || Lab Rats: Elite Force ||

Requested: i’m not sure if you write polyamory but i’m dying for a chase x reader x kaz fic please😭 i’ll enjoy literally anything that comes to mind if you do end up writing one❤️❤️

You help Kaz and Chase realize their feelings for one another, not realizing that you yourself felt the same way they did for each other. Unable to ignore your feelings, you decide to avoid them until Chase comes knocking on your door and everything spills out.

Pairing: Chase Davenport x Reader x Kaz

Warnings: Angst with a fluffy end, implied fem reader but I tried keeping it gender neutral

Words: 2.9K

A/N: This has been in the works for a while now and I hope it came out good. I certainly liked it and it was my first time doing a poly ship. Hopefully I did it justice, I love trio couples and this was fun to write for.

You sighed, walking around your kitchen as you made yourself a cup of tea. Your shoulders were slumped from slouching and your feet were dragging across the floor as you walked. You sniffled, a hand reaching up to rub your nose then at your cheeks that were stained with tears. You’d been crying for who knows how long now, probably days. You couldn’t help it, you were heartbroken. You hadn’t meant for it to happen but now you were isolating yourself while you got over your broken heart. All because you had realized you had feelings for your best friends.

It happened after you finally managed to get Kaz and Chase to admit they liked each other. Then after seeing how happy, they were, you felt an ache in your heart. At first you thought it was because of how much they adored each other, after getting together they couldn’t stop showering one another with affection. Maybe it reminded you of how much you wanted something like that for yourself. But as time went on, you came to realize it wasn’t just their relationship you wanted, it was them too.

It had been so easy getting them together, the way they argued and bickered so much was so obviously from all the sexual tension they had. Chase loved giving orders and Kaz loved defying them, it was a set match from the start. All they needed was a little push from someone and that’s where you came in.

You weren’t part of the team, but you lived in the building and became friends with them. Mainly because you were one of the few people there that was their age. Not to mention the only one who didn’t avoid them simply because of their ability and status. The bionic team—well bionic and superhero, but you were told that part was secret—that lived in the penthouse floor.

You ended up befriending Bree first when you met for the first time in the elevator. You'd come back from a small shopping trip, and she noticed one of the bags you had. A bag with a pair of shoes that she had been dying to get. It struck up a conversation between the two of you that lasted all day. So much so that she took you to the penthouse and introduced you to the rest of the team. You got along with them all well but more so with Kaz and Chase. Each had something unique to them that pulled you closer.

Which is why it was so easy to see how much they were attracted to each other. The way they bickered, Kaz always had to poke the bear and Chase fell for it so easily. But no matter how much they went at it, they liked it, as if it gave them a reason to be close. Then there was the way they bonded so easily when they weren’t picking on each other. When they found a common interest, neither one saw past the other. They smiled and laughed like no one was looking, only having eyes for each other. Even when you were the one who managed to pull them together after some silly argument. When they were all smiles and laughter because you were their grounding point. They looked past you and only saw each other.

So, one day you had enough and spoke out before your mind could catch up with your mouth.

“Can you please just shut up and kiss already?” you let out, huffing in frustration.

The two guys who had been previously bickering with one another looked at you in shock. Their jaws were slacked, looking between one another and you as either one figured out what to say.

“Please, don’t look so shocked. It’s obvious you two have a thing for each other. I mean, the room practically stinks of sexual frustration each time the two of you are around each other,” you continued.

“H-Hold on? What are you trying to say? There’s no sexual frustration between us, and I certainly don’t have feelings for Kaz. I mean I like girls—women,” Chase said, obviously flustered by what you said.

“Y-Yeah, what Chase said,” Kaz followed.

You rolled your eyes, noting the way their cheeks were tinted with the smallest color of red and how the tip of Kaz’s ears were turning red. “You can like girls, idiots. Doesn’t mean you can’t like each other too.”

“I don’t like Kaz,” Chase argued, voice slightly raised in defense.

“And I don’t like Chase,” Kaz shot back.

You rolled your eyes and shot your hands up, putting an end to the conversation. “Okay, whatever, you guys don’t like each other.”

A week later, you caught them kissing in mission command and all you could do was pump your fist in victory. You totally took credit for getting them together, if you hadn’t nudged the subject, they would have never made a move. And you were happy to see your best friends together, happy that they could now express their affection in the way they truly wanted to. Then you became a third wheel whenever the three of you hung out. Since you were the one who helped them figure out their feelings for one another, they didn’t feel the need to hide them.

Which you encouraged wholeheartedly, even when the ache in your heart started. You couldn’t help but long for the way they looked at each other, something of adoration in their eyes. You felt jealousy bubble up in the back of your throat from the way Kaz would cling to Chase. Said man would roll his eyes at his childish demeaner but would welcome the affection with open arms. And you were there to witness it all.

At first, you blamed it on the fact that you were third wheeling and needed a partner of your own. The more it went on, the more you realized that you didn’t want just any partner. You wanted them, your best friends who understood you better than anyone else. You didn’t know when it happened, you’d fallen for Chase and Kaz, but it was too late now. You’d gotten them together and they were happy, and that’s all that mattered to you.

The heartache you felt only grew the more you were around them, until you slowly distanced yourself. You took to hanging out with Bree and Skylar more, that way you had a reason to avoid them. You hung out with Oliver too, but Oliver came with Skylar, another couple. Hanging out with them only reminded you of Chase and Kaz, which brought on your broken heart. So, for the most part, you avoided hanging out with them alone. It went on until you only hung out with Bree, but even that lessened. Then you just stopped coming around altogether, which brought you to now.

You hadn’t seen the team in days, maybe going on a couple weeks now. After you completely shut them off, you did everything to avoid them. Leaving at different times during the day so you’d never get caught in the elevator. Some days you’d come home late, whether staying at a library or a café to just roaming the city. They blew up your phone with text and calls the first week, trying to get you to come out. Each time you’d make up an excuse about why you couldn’t go.

“Oh, I have an important test I need to study for.” “I’m hanging out with some friends on campus.” “Sorry guys, not feeling well.”

Some days, one of them would stop by your apartment and try to coax you out. Again, you made whatever excuse you could and sometimes you didn’t even say anything. Eventually they stopped coming around, getting the message and leaving you alone. Once they did that, you stopped trying to go out, holing yourself up in your apartment. The only times you’d leave was when necessary, school, groceries and such. Even then, that was always early in the morning to continue to avoid the team.

Today was one of your days off, you were spending it trudging around your apartment. You hadn’t even changed out of the shorts and t-shirt you slept in. Your hair was a mess, you were sure some parts were knotted and sticking out. You had your cup of tea in your hand, the heat warming up your cold hands. You were only holding it though, soaking up its warmth and watching it get cold. The liquid inside stood still in your hands, for a moment, until a tear dropped inside. It created a small ripple in your mug, then another and another as your tears well once mire. You lifted your head and used one hand to wipe your face of your tears.

They continued to fall the more you wiped away at your face, as if focusing on them triggered their downfall. Your chest hurt, as if your heart was breaking all over again. Which it was. It was one of those days where you wondered if you’d done the right thing. Distancing yourself from your friends, all so you could get rid of whatever stupid feelings you had. You missed them, you missed Chase and Kaz more than anything. It wasn’t even just because of your feelings for them, they were still your friends before you so selfishly let your emotions get in the way.

You missed hanging out with them, doing stupid things together because the three of you as a group was a terribly, wonderful idea put together. But it didn’t matter now that you pulled yourself away from them.

You were lost in your thoughts until a knock at the door broke them away. You stood still in your spot, wondering if you had imagined it or not. When another knock rang out, you set your mug down and walked over to the door. You didn’t open it, instead you looked through the peephole of the door. Chase stood on the other side of the door, waiting for you to open it. You didn’t, instead you pressed your back against the wall and stayed quiet. You hoped he would go away soon. This had been the first time in a while anyone had reached out to you.

It made you cry, more than you were already crying. You had to use your hand to cover any noises that threatened to come out.

“I know you’re in there. You don’t have classes today nor any errands to run. Please, open the door,” you heard his voice say through the door.

You continued to stay quiet, knowing that eventually he’d go away.

“I just wanna talk. Please, we haven’t seen you in over two weeks. We miss you... I miss you,” he pressed, his voice softening at the end.

When you didn’t respond, you heard him sigh from the other side. You were sure he was giving up now, leaving you to be alone with your broken heart. Or so you thought until you heard the lock of your door undoing. Sometimes you hated his bionic abilities, especially the one that allowed him to manipulate the molecules of any object. Which meant a simple door lock wasn’t holding him back. Once the door was unlocked, he didn’t hesitate to open it and step inside. You were met face-to-face with Chase, whose eyes widened when he saw you crying. He was quick to rush to your side, hands on your shoulders with one sliding up to your face. His hand cupped your cheek, the way he cared for you so delicately only made you sob more.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone do something to you?” he asked, and you could tell he was doing a scan of you.

His worrying made you cry out in response, making him panic and pushing himself away from you. You immediately noticed the lack of warmth, making you want to pull him back. “Hold on, I’ll be back.”

He left immediately after, leaving you alone in your apartment where you slid down to the floor. You tucked your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you saw Chase come back, behind him Kaz followed. When he saw your face, he wore the same worried look that Chase did.

“Dude, what did you do?” he asked, looking over at Chase.

“Me? Why are you blaming me, I didn’t do anything,” Chase defended.

“Then what happened?” Kaz asked again.

“I don’t know, you moron. That’s why I went to get you, so you could help me figure it out,” Chase answered, you could hear how irked he was.

Even after becoming a couple, their bickering was still the same. It made you laugh for a second as you watched them, getting their attention. They kneeled beside you, noticing that you weren’t crying anymore. It had reduced to small sniffles and wet eyes, wiping away your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“Hey, you’re not crying anymore. That’s good,” Kaz said, giving you a goofy smile. One that almost triggered your tears again had you not been able to stop them.

“Can you tell us what’s wrong? And why you’ve been ignoring us for days?” Chase asked, his voice soft to not alarm you.

The last thing he wanted was to make you start crying again, especially since neither of them knew what was wrong. You didn’t want to say anything, but the looks on their faces caused you to spill everything. It all came pouring out, how you loved them both, and as soon as it did all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole. You didn’t look at them, scared to face them after what you’ve said. What would they think of you? Surely, they would be disgusted and leave any second now.

“You know, sometimes you can be a real idiot,” you heard Chase say.

Your head turned to look at him, confused by what he meant by that. You didn’t get to ask, instead your eyes widened when you felt a pair of lips on your own. It was Chase kissing you, his lips pressed softly to yours. You didn’t get to kiss back before he pulled away, lips feeling cold for a short second before another warmth took over. This time it was Kaz kissing you, a different feeling from Chase’s lips but still soothing all the same.

When they pulled away, you were left sitting in shock, your lips tingling from the feeling. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as you figured out what to say. In front of you, Chase and Kaz smiled at your confused demeanor.

“You could have told us,” Chase spoke first, head shaking at you, but he was still smiling so you knew it wasn’t in a bad way.

“Yeah, do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” Kaz followed.

“I don’t--I don’t understand,” you said.

“We’re saying we love you too,” Chase explained. “Have for a while, even before Kaz and I got together.”

You were still confused; how could they have liked you before when they clearly had eyes for each other? Kaz further explained it for you. “Don’t get us wrong, we still liked each other too. And we dropped hints too, before and after. Hanging around you all the time, putting you between us whenever we were sitting.”

“Although, it probably would have been better to just say something,” Chase sighed out, scratching the back of his neck. “Especially if it would have prevented you avoiding us for so long.”

Guilt racked over you as you took their words in. “I’m sorry.”

“It's okay, it's over now, but if you’ll let us, we’d really like to stay with you,” Chase said.

“Yeah, you owe us for all the lost time. You have no idea how boring it is to annoy Chase alone,” Kaz joked, earning a smile from you and a roll his eyes from Chase.

You nodded your head, and they both held a hand out to you, helping you up. They didn’t let go after you were up, instead wrapping their fingers with yours. It made your heart flutter and lips tremble, wanting to cry again. Both from happiness and feeling so stupid for ever ignoring them the way you did. They led you over to the couch and sat you down, like Kaz had said, there was a lot of lost time to make up for.

[thelittleangryitalian]

Chase: We’ve been meaning to tell you guys something. Kaz and I are dating

Bree, Skylar, Oliver and Kaz: *gasp*

Chase: Kaz why are you surprised?!

[crayonverse]

Whenever people on TikTok are like “Sebastian is the worst I hate him sm” and sit here with Seb, Expa and Scarlett being some of my favourite characters/concepts

[m-jelly]

Forgive my sins - Chapter 4

Levi x fem reader

Levi learns the truth about angels while you fight your demon cycle. Now Levi knows the truth, he isn't holding back and the two of you become intimate.

Ao3

Part 5

The heat inside you was beginning to throb and pulse, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it you couldn’t. Urges inside you were getting harder to hold back. It was that time of year again when a demon’s desires and wants were in overdrive. Normally when you were in your world, you would be very sexually active with Lucifer and showering each other with gifts and love. However, you were in the human world with your soulmate and love of your life close to you.

You fiddled with your phone and huffed a bit. “Mm.” You shivered as you fought every instinct within you. After controlling your body for a moment you finally made your way to Levi’s office in his home. “Levi.”

He jumped in his seat a little as a tidal wave of intoxicating scent washed over him from you. He inhaled deeply and felt strong urges. His pupils widened as he eyed you and said your name deeply. “Everything okay?” He inhaled again. “You smell nice.”

Your heart skipped a beat, him liking your smell meant he truly was your soulmate. “Mm, no.”

He shot to his feet and raced over to you. “What? Really? What’s wrong? Tell me.”

You felt electricity fire through you as soon as he touched you. You released a moan and leaned closer to him. “Levi…” You winced and pulled back. “Sorry, sorry. Look, I need Viktor to come over with my medication.”

“Are you sick?” He cupped your face. “Why does Viktor have to come?”

“He knows where my medication is.” You pulled back from Levi. “I need it.”

“I have medication.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s special medication for demons.” You shook a little as you fought your arousal. “About once a year demons go through a mating cycle where they are incredibly fertile, horny and loved up. They fuck a lot and are very clingy and romantic with their partner.” You gripped your phone. “I need my meds.”

“But.”

You released a long sigh. “Levi, if I don’t get these meds I will end up fucking your brains out. I know very well you don’t want to cross the line of being with a demon, even though I’m sure we’re soulmates. So, please let me call Viktor and get my meds.”

He considered the thought of having animalistic and wild sex with you, it sounded incredible and the ideas he had were exciting. However, he understood you didn’t want to start your romance as a couple by you ravaging him. Even though Levi wished to honour his teachings as much as possible, its grip on him was beginning to loosen because his heart and soul wanted you.

Levi nodded. “Call him.”

You tapped away on your phone. “It’s okay, I’ll text him the details and he should be here…”

“Darling?” Viktor’s heavy boots thudded on the floor until they stopped at the office entrance. He leaned and peeked. “I have what you need.” He wiggled a bag. “You better hurry.”

You rushed over to him. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

He glanced up and saw Levi looked irritated by how close you were with him. “You’re welcome.” He reached up and playfully tugged on your collar. “Why are you wearing this silly collar.” He glanced between you and Levi. “It’s a very weak trinket and you could easily break it.”

You gasped. “Shh.”

Levi moved closer to you. “What does he mean? What are you saying Viktor?”

“Viktor, don’t.”

Viktor placed his hand on your head. “This little cutie here is a mighty demon, she’s an ancient one and this little hunk of gold on her neck is like wet tissue to her.” He moved his hand to the side of your face and kissed your forehead. “I’ll see you soon. It’s nice to see you’re having fun and getting kinky.” He waved. “Bye, lovebirds!”

Levi processed what Viktor had mentioned, you were so powerful you could easily break the collar and bracelet connecting the two of you. This all meant you liked him so much that you were willing to be a pet to a demon hunter just so you could be close to him and get help. “You.”

You downed some pills and gulped. “Me. What about me?”

He moved even closer to you. “Is what he said true? You know, about the collar?”

“Would you be mad if I said yes?”

He caressed your cheek and watched closely to see if there was a strong reaction, but it appeared your medication had kicked in. “No. I find it rather compelling and moving. You could run from me any moment and yet you stay and endure.”

You leaned into his touch. “Maybe I rather like being your pet.”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “I don’t like those meds.”

“How so?”

He huffed. “Your reactions to my touch have reduced.”

“Well, it’s either I’m like this or I jump you and rip your clothes off.” You kissed his thumb and smiled. “This is for the best.”

He released you and watched you walk away. He called your name. “Come back.”

“I’m just getting out of your hair, you were working before I disturbed you.”

Levi followed you. “Come back.”

You glance back at him. “You don’t need me, handsome.”

He summoned the golden line between his bracelet and your necklace, wrapped it around his hand and tugged it so you slammed against his chest. “I said, come back.”

You shifted against his chest before looking up. “Someone is needy for me.”

Levi hugged you tightly against him. “I just…I don’t like you walking away from me.” He released a long sigh and mumbled thinking you wouldn’t hear. “I miss you longing for me and flustering me. Don’t you want me anymore?”

You smiled softly. “I stopped flirting massively with you because you’ve had a lot to work to do. I still want you and need you.” You grabbed his ass firmly and squeezed. “Fuck, I need you.” You pushed your hands under his shirt and began touching his back. “Mm, my perfect man.”

Levi felt the bond between you burn like a passionate blaze ready to burn everything in its path. He flinched when you bit his pec. “Ow.” He looked down at you as you playfully chewed on his plump pec. “I’m not food.”

You pressed your face against his pecs and sighed. “You’re the best food.” You pulled back and smiled when you saw Levi was blushing. “I’ll leave you to work.”

He grabbed your upper arm, your words pushing his actions and heart. “Stop leaving me.”

You gazed at him. “You don’t like the word leave, do you?”

He lowered his head and shook it. “No…” The word softly slipped from his lips.

You hummed a laugh. “Well, how about I turn into a cat and sit with you?”

“I uh…” He’d prefer it to be you, but having you in some form was better than nothing at all. “Okay.”

You patted his chest before turning into a black cat and trotting into his office. “Come on, Levi, follow the black kitty.”

He walked into his office and slumped into this chair. He flinched when you jumped and snuggled on his lap. “Uh, you…”

You purred as you got comfortable. “So warm…”

Levi reached down and petted you while he worked. He checked you after a while to see you were fast asleep. “What am I to do? I want and need you, but I shouldn’t…” He jumped when books dropped on his table. “What?”

Viktor tapped one of the books. “This will tell you all about the gods.” He glanced at Levi. “That beautiful woman is like a sister to me. So, do your best to understand us.” He moved the books a little. “This will tell you all about loving her, mating with her and our cycles. That’s probably the important one your dirty mind wants.”

Levi’s cheeks flushed. “Tch, shut up.”

Viktor chuckled. “Anyway, all this can help you understand our goal and her. Happy reading.”

Levi turned to see Viktor disappear into smoke. “Tch, I’m supposed to fight demons and yet I have one coming and going as he pleases and another using my lap as a bed.” He released a long sigh and picked up the book about the gods. “Let’s start with this.”

Levi spent hours on the books and learned so much. The gods were a community that worked together and shared the load, but it became too much so they made angels and demons. Everything worked smoothly and gods tended to treat their workers easily. However, a couple became strongly attached to demons, which Levi assumed was you, and treated them like their children. The angels became jealous of this because no god took that much love and care into them. Angels yearned for love and Lucian was the leader of the movement, which is why he went after Minerva and failed.

He sat back and sighed while processing it all. It was all so messy because the gods didn’t care for the very things they made, instead, they slacked off with work and made the things they created do all the work. The neglect and lack of love made the angels react and instead of turning their anger on the gods, they punished demons who received a bit of love from two gods. Levi didn’t like that he was killing and hunting demons just because angels were lashing out at the wrong people due to bad parenting.

The weight of the knowledge hurt and he wanted to protect you more than ever. Levi’s next goal was to spread this knowledge to his friends and start a secret uprising. He also wanted to talk to his parents because they didn’t like that Levi was killing demons, but being the loving parents they were they supported him. He also needed to work on repairing the damage he did to you with his words and actions. He was wrong.

After considering things he decided to pick up the book Viktor teased him about, an insight into you and your body. His cheeks burned as he read how your body works, what his body can do for you, that you could have children and that you thrive off of physical touch. The love between you was going to be very deep and once he crossed the line into being your lover, there was no going back and if he abandoned you, you could lose your mind.

You woke up and stretched on Levi’s lap. “Mm, that was a good nap.” You placed your paws on his desk and noticed the books, which was a contrast to all his high tech. “What have you been reading?”

“Could you become your human form?”

You puffed into black and red smoke. You shuffled on his lap and smiled. “Happy?” You picked up the book and studied them. “These are ancient banned books. If angels knew you had these you’d get a right spanking.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and squeezed. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? What are you sorry for?”

He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “For everything. For the things I’ve put you through, for the words I’ve said, for the actions I’ve done and for doing the bidding of angels.” He pressed himself against you. “You deserve better.”

You placed your hand on Levi’s. “Levi? It’s okay.” You turned around on his lap and gazed at him. “I understand. It’s hard when someone tells you the same information for so long. People who are supposed to guide you and care for you tell you information, you just trust them and believe what they do.”

“I’ll be better.”

You smiled softly. “I’ll be better as well. I should have told you all of this, but I guess I didn’t want to pressure you.” You picked up a book and admired it. “Viktor must have gotten impatient.”

“I want to do better for you.” He cupped your face. “Tell me what you need.”

You looked deep into Levi’s eyes. “That’s a dangerous request to ask of a demon.”

“Well, I want to give you everything.”

You got off his lap and hummed a laugh. “Just because you’ve read some books doesn’t mean you’ve changed your mind.”

He hurried after you. “What do you mean?”

You paused in his massive living room. “You’re saying all these things while I look like a human.” You slowly turned into your demon form making Levi gasp. You turned to face him. “Would you say the same things if I was in this form? This is the real me, Levi. If you can’t adore me as this then…”

Levi approached you and took you in before caressing your cheek. “You are the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.”

Your cheek heated up. “Wh-what?”

He leaned closer but you turned your head just in time causing him to kiss your cheek. “Who’s the one running now?”

“I just…I wasn’t prepared.” You backed up but Levi pulled you against him. “I need to prepare myself.”

Levi started kissing your horns. “Take your time. I’m ready for you.”

You squeaked and flew back from him. “My horns are sensitive.”

He licked his lips and gave you a rare smirk. “I know. Viktor gave me a very interesting book.”

You growled. “Damn Viktor.”

Levi leaned his cheek on his hand as he lay next to you in bed. Since learning the truth a week ago Levi had been very active in spreading the truth to his friends, who were now on his side. However, that whole time you’d been in your cat forth thinking over if Levi truly meant what he said about wanting to be better for you. You’d been promised so much before and it never worked out. Levi had just been gazing at you a lot and chasing you all over the apartment.

You stretched on the bed and yawned. “Mm, good sleep. I feel very recharged.”

“Really? Recharged enough to return to your demon or human form and let me kiss you?”

You jumped a little. “Wh-what?”

Levi growled a little. “I didn���t want to use this, but you’ve given me no choice.” He pressed a spot at the base of your ear making you moan and turn into your demon form. He moved fast and pinned you against the bed. “Got you.” He released a long sigh. “Finally, you’re all mine.”

You wiggled a bit, but he had your wrists pinned on either side of your head. “Levi.”

He softly moaned your name. “I want to devour you.”

Before you could speak his lips were on yours. A burst of passion and love surged through you and Levi. Levi pressed his body against yours as he deepened the kiss. The heat spread between the two of you as your tongues moved as one. Arousal began to build up and desire and needs started digging their needy claws in you both. Your legs parted so easily for him so he could nestle himself perfectly against you.

Levi released your lips and began kissing and biting your neck. “So delectable.”

You arched your back a little. “Levi.”

He released your wrists and wrapped his arms around you. He gripped one of your horns as his other massaged where your tail met your body. Everywhere Levi touched sent a fire through your body and made his throb with desire. “You’re so delicious.”

You growled as you felt a surge go through you, the suppressants were beginning to fail. You rolled over and shoved Levi against the bed. You rolled your hips slowly as you panted. “You.”

Levi looked up at you in pure awe. “Me.”

You dragged your nails down his chest causing his shirt to rip. “The things I want to do to you. My poor suppressants are struggling.”

He panted a bit. “Really?”

You hummed a laugh as your clothes slowly disintegrated. The black scales on your skin moved to cover your nipples, lift your breasts and create small panties that left little to the imagination. “Does my demon body satisfy you?”

Levi gasped and almost choked on the air. “F-Fuck.”

“Do you want me?”

Levi moaned. “Yes.”

You massaged his hips. “Do you want me?”

He grabbed your hips and thrust up against you. “Yes.”

You ripped Levi’s shirt open and saw a shimmer on him that reminded you of moonlight. “You…you’re special, I just know it.”

He whined your name. “Please, please, I want to be inside you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You…”

He blushed. “Sorry, that just came out.” He sat up and kissed you. “I want to devour you. I want to do so many things with you.” His breath hitched when you touched his erection and then slowly sank on him. “F-Fuck.”

You purred in delight. “I need you inside me too. I can’t wait for foreplay. We’ll do that another day.” You kept lowering yourself down, his thick big cock stretching you until his tip pressed your cervix. “Mm. Your cock is so perfect.”

Levi hid his face against the crook of your neck. “Your pussy is perfection. You’re so hot, soft and just…fuck…” He massaged right where your wings reached your back. “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.” He kissed and sucked your neck. “I’ll be addicted.”

You tangled your fingers in Levi’s hair and began moving up and down on him. “You’re so thick and big. You’re perfect.” You kissed Levi and sighed through your nose as you let your primal needs consume you. “I adore you, my sweet soulmate.”

Levi’s beautiful slender hands wrapped around your thighs as he began pumping up into you. Your demonic claws dragged across his muscular back and only slightly broke the skin, but the wound soon closed up with a light similar to moonlight. The two of you panted together as the pleasure throbbed inside you on a level so deep it seemed to come from your soul, maybe more. Your union, your love and your passion were written in the stars.

You threw your head back as you felt like the world was falling apart and dancing before your eyes. The magic of the world flowed like music. Your bodies moved together like shooting stars moving together across the galaxy. There was no lustful want as you moved together but only a deep love-filled bond that would never break. This was beyond anything either of you had experienced before.

You filled the room with moans as you moved together, coils tightening and close to snapping. You gazed deep into Levi’s eyes and saw the beauty within his heart and soul. The love he had for you made you stronger. Every move of his body was divine and left you hungry for more. Levi too felt his strength igniting at being with you. He wanted to forever be connected with you like this, he just hoped his incredible stamina allowed him to do what he so deeply desired.

You tapped your forehead against Levi’s. “A-Ah.” You mewled in delight as your toes clenched tightly. “Mm.” You felt the rush of pleasure, it was so palpable. “Levi.”

He ragged his tongue up your neck before sucking right where your neck so he could feel your moans. He moaned your name. “Mine.” He whispered your name. “I love you.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the declaration of love. You cried out as you felt your body snap and the rush of your orgasm consume you. You were left breathless and the hunger inside you that’s gnashed and howled inside you for centuries was now at last happy. You sat on his lap and held him as your body shook. The sweet words of your lover fluttered through your head.

You pulled back a little. “Levi? Did you mean it?”

He cupped your face. “I meant every word.”

Your cheeks heated up. “You love me?”

“I do.”

You gripped his shoulders and massaged. “I love you too.”

Levi turned with you and slammed you against the bed making you squeak. He looked down at you, your wings and hair like a halo around you. “Gods, you are so…I want to keep making love to you. I don’t ever want to stop.”

You cupped his face as you panted. “That sounds like the most wonderful thing in the world.”

He looked down at where he was connected to you. “I didn’t…”

“The suppressants are a contraceptive as well.”

He growled a little. “I’m conflicted.”

You linked your legs around him and yanked him deep into you. “It means you can fill me to the brim over and over with no worries.”

Levi wrapped his hands around your horns and pressed his arms against the bed. “You…” He bucked hard and roughly against you. “You know just what to say to me.”

You cried out as he tugged on your horns and pounded hard and fast into you. You clawed at his back and moaned in pure ecstasy, he’d gone from pure passion to now a dominating animal who needed to mate with you. You clung to your lover as he moved against you, each drag of his hips almost pulled his cock out but just before it did he would slam himself so deep that there was nothing left of him to give. It was like Levi wanted you to remember all of him, every single inch of his incredible body.

You moved your hips to meet his thrusts. Your skin tingled all over as you felt yourself connecting with your soulmate. Levi was perfection in your heart and eyes, he was everything to you and the way he moved in you was like he knew all there was to know about you. Now you were taking part in each other’s flesh it was impossible to ever think about another lover. The two of you were entwined together now and forever. It made you burn, this type of love seemed impossible and yet here you were all his.

Levi kissed you roughly and hummed in happiness. “You’re so perfect. You’re so wonderful. I love you.” He softly said your name. “I love you.” He released your horns and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you held Levi, your heart swelled with joy at hearing his words of love. “I love you.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and made them more human so you didn’t hurt him. “I love you.” You sobbed a little. “Gods, I love you.”

He panted as he kept moving deep inside you. He called your name sternly. “Don’t change to a human, don’t you dare. I want to make love to the real you. I want to cum inside the real you.”

You shivered at his words. The only parts of you that you made disappear were your wings and claws, the rest of you was all you. “I’m me. I’m like this just for you.”

“I want you to be mine.”

The possessive words from Levi made you snap, it was everything you wanted as a demon. “F-fuck.”

Levi leaned up and admired you as you came hard again from his actions. He grunted a bit as your walls fluttered and massaged him. He panted and gripped the bed. “N-Not yet.”

You grabbed Levi’s plump behind. “Please, give it to me.”

He bucked into you from your yank on him he moaned your name as he felt compelled by your command. He pressed in so deep with such a force that your hips were pushed a bit. He buried his head against the crook of your neck as he poured everything he had deep into you. His cock twitched inside you as ribbons of his hot sticking goodness filled you.

You hummed a laugh as you played with his hair. “Don’t be angry I got you to cum.”

He nuzzled his nose against your cheek. “Forgiven because it felt incredible.”

You cupped Levi’s face. “Now that emotions have calmed, do you still?”

“More than anything. I wish I read those books sooner so I could be like this with you.”

You pouted a little. “I screwed up there, huh?”

Levi chuckled. “You didn’t, you had your reasons.”

You shifted a bit but felt something. “Levi, are you still hard?”

He cleared his throat. “Yes, and I don’t know how.”

You gazed deep into his eyes and saw what looked like stars. “You are special, Levi. You’re not human.”

“Does it upset you?”

You shook your head. “No, I love you for you. I am curious though about what you are.”

He rolled onto his side with you. “I’ll talk to my parents. I want to know if I have some power that could help you.”

You gazed at Levi. “I just want to be with you.”

Levi caressed your cheek as he smiled. “I want that too, but we have a goal.”

You covered your face with your hands. “I can’t believe the power of your love has on me. I got so lost in you that I forgot about my revenge.”

Levi chuckled. “Well, now we’ll work together and I’ll give you all the loving on top.”

You moved your hands away. “I’ll give you all the love too. First, though, we need to find out what you are.”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t say that’s the first thing to do.”

You frowned. “What is it then?”

He rolled onto you. “It’s you. I want the first thing to be you.”

You purred as he started moving against you. “Levi.”

[officeofcommanderfox]

7. You're not as bad as everyone saids you are. (Reader saying to Fox)

22. If you're still wondering who left flowers at your desk I think I'm ready to put your mind at ease. (Reader surprising Fox with flowers.)

I’m excited to see how you would maneuver these into the story.

Thank you so so much for your ask @darkangel4121 and please accept my (@firstofficerwiggles) apology for the delay in the response. Life has been rather crazy for me. Big props to my co-author @imabeautifulbutterfly for keeping the ship running. But now without further ado, we give you...

The Commander & The Civvie, Chapter 6

Previous Chapter | Fic Main

Pairing: Commander Fox x female reader

Rating: T

Warnings: flirting, suggestive talk

Prompts: 7. You're not as bad as everyone says you are. (Reader saying to Fox)

22. If you're still wondering who left flowers at your desk I think I'm ready to put your mind at ease. (Reader surprising Fox with flowers.)

“This is all a big mistake! You dumb clones don’t know who I am, and when you find out, you’ll regret it!” A large man in a cheap suit was making quite the ruckus as Commander Fox marched him down the corridor.

“Get in there and keep your mouth shut if you know what’s good for you,” Fox snapped as he shoved the criminal into the holding cell. His armor was sporting new blaster marks courtesy of his latest arrest.

“Don’t act so high and mighty, clone boy, my lawyer will have me outta here before breakfast,” the sleazy gangster sneered in Fox’s direction. 

“Another Black Sun lowlife, I presume?” Thorn inquired.

“Yes, and this one is charged with assaulting a Marshall Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, so he will be going away for quite some time,” Fox announced in a voice loud enough to carry back to the man in question.

A string of rather colorful swearing answered in response.

Fox and his men had been rounding up Black Sun members and their known associates for a couple weeks now. He was determined to find the men responsible for making threats on your life. Unfortunately the slimy underworld dirtbags seemed to have a team of slimy underhanded lawyers at their disposal such that Fox felt lucky if he could get them past arraignment. But charges against a GAR officer were now being taken more seriously thanks to a new bill introduced by Senator Amidala. It often meant baiting these criminals into taking a cheap shot at him, but he felt it was worth it when it meant charges that wouldn’t be easily dismissed. 

As your boss made his way back into your shared office space, you couldn’t hold back a sound of worry,

“Oh no! More blaster scarring? I wish you’d stop making yourself a target, Commander.”

“It’s just a scratch, nothing I can’t fix,” he said with a shrug, although secretly he felt a pleasing warmth in his stomach when you fussed over him. 

You were already hurrying over to him with a fresh cup of caf and a med kit. 

Fox chuckled, “No med kit needed, Starlight, this new armor is reinforced.” 

He took off his helmet and took a deep sip of the caf, humming appreciatively as the warm liquid soothed his throat. When he looked back at you, there was a worried frown on your face and you were shuffling from foot to foot. Setting down his cup with a soft sigh, Fox held out his arms and rotated in a slow spin in front of you.

“Go ahead and look, Starlight, no serious damage, I promise you,” he stated.

You carefully inspected him, eyes darting to examine all the sensitive spots between his armor plating. There was a questionable spot on his side, but upon closer inspection. you realized it was just a loose thread from his black under armor shirt. As you heard Fox clear his throat you looked back up at him, meeting his eyes and realized just how close you were standing to him. You could smell his aftershave mixed with the scent of caf. 

“Do I need to take off my armor or maybe strip down for further inspection?” Fox asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking at you, “Tell me, Starlight, is that your plan? To finally see more of me.”

The thought of Fox stripping off his armor in front of you gave you a jolt and you suddenly felt overly warm. You surprised yourself by how much you did want to see him like that, to know exactly how well-built your commander really was. Your surprise must have shown on your face because Fox stepped a bit closer, giving you a sly little smile,

“You can ask if that’s what you want, I’m not shy,” he teased.

“I- I- n-no, I don’t need that, you look great- I mean you look uninjured,” you babbled at him.

Fox laughed as he stepped away and went back to his caf, “Thanks for checking me out.”

“I wasn’t- it wasn’t like that,” you blurt out, face burning with embarrassment

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Starlight,” he quipped before settling in at his desk.

You were making your way home still thinking about the Commander and his teasing. He had kept it up most of the day, smirking at you across the office and saying flirtatious little things to get a reaction from you, which he managed to do each time. It made you feel good, yet surprised, 

When did I start wanting him to flirt with me? 

This thought was still running through your head as you arrived at your building. There was a beautiful flower and gift shop on the ground floor, and their colorful display window caught your eye. 

“Show someone you care!” a large banner declared as it hung above several beautiful arrangements. There was one in particular, full of red and white blooms in a silver cup, that you were drawn to.

“You have a unique eye.” 

The voice pulled you from your musings, when you saw the florist, a middle aged man with a warm smile, standing at the entrance. 

“I'm sorry?”

“The arrangements. I arranged these for the boys in red. But it's not selling as well as I’d hoped.” 

“The boys in red?” 

“The Coruscant Guard. I was hoping people would purchase it and send it as a thank you for all the work those clones do. Plus I donate the profits to Dex's diner, where a clone can eat for free.” 

The smile on your lips expanded as you listened to his promotion, “That's such a brilliant idea. I work with them and I can tell you, most people don’t realize how hard and how much they work for all of us.” 

“That they do, but somehow, I don't think you were looking at the flowers with every clone in mind. You had someone specific running through your head, didn't you?”

Blood rushed to your face, as he spoke. You prayed he couldn't tell. 

“Um… yes.” You cleared your throat being as professional as you could, “The Marshall Commander personally saved me from an incident so I was thinking of getting him some flowers. Well maybe not just him.” 

“Why don't you come in and we can arrange something special for your savior,” he teased with a smile. 

Two hours later as you sat on your couch in your pjs, you couldn't help but replay the order you submitted to the helpful florist. Maybe it was a mistake to send the bouquet, after all you did send a rather large bouquet to the Commander… well, your Commander, as the florist kept insisting. You wondered if the card was enough or maybe it was too much. Was it all too much? 

Fox stood on the main floor of the Senate building with all his officers and prisoners, the air was filled with tension and anxiousness. Everyone was on edge, as they waited for news from the squad sent to investigate Fox’s office. 

“What's going on?” you asked as you finally made your way through the crowd, once you had been redirected from the Guard building entrance. 

“There you are!” Fox exclaimed in relief. 

“Commander, what's going on?”

He held up his finger as he commed Thorn, once he informed Thorn you were safe, he turned his attention back to you. 

“We're dealing with a possible incendiary device.” 

“Oh my gods.” Your hand moved to cover your mouth, as the shock from what Fox said caused you to open wide. “What happened? Did the Black Sun send a threat? Was it a mailed package? Or did someone leave a suspicious looking bag?”

“No. They're too clever for that. They sent flowers.” Fox reported, making the innocent word sound sinister.

“Eep...” a little yip left your lips as you blinked your eyes a few times trying to register what he just said. “Did you say flowers?”

“Hold on,” Fox held up his hand, as Thorn came from the joint corridor between the Guard building and the Senate building, carrying a rather large bouquet of flowers. As you suspected it was the very same bouquet you had sent to the Commander. 

You swallowed slowly, hoping no one was looking at you and noticing the look of horror on your face as it dawned on you that you were the reason for the evacuation. If the ground would open up and swallow you whole in this moment, that would just be fantastic. Or a heart attack, better yet, a heart attack would be better. They could just bury you with the flowers and no one would be wiser.

Come on, heart. Just start attacking.

“All clear, Commander. There were no incendiary devices, it was just–,” Thorn snorted as his mouth shifted fighting the laughter, “Flowers. Ahem! For you.” He passed Fox the bouquet of flowers and the card. 

Fox felt his face flush beet red, he didn’t know what joker thought this would be a hilarious prank, but the last thing he needed was 500 pairs of eyes watching him and asking a bunch of questions. He straightened up, turned his head and used his Commander voice. “All right. You heard the man. All clear. What are you waiting for?” He ordered his men back upstairs, and led by example, by moving towards the first lift available. It had nothing whatsoever to do with the fact he needed to be alone or avoid the curious glances directed toward him and his flowers. 

As everyone began heading towards the elevators, you remained grounded in your spot, blinking back the tears and shock that you were single-handedly responsible for this debacle, not to mention, the embarrassment of the man you admired in front of his men and what felt like at least half the senate. You closed your eyes praying for sweet death. 

“It's all good, mesh'la.” Thorn chuckled, “I think this is yours.” He passed you the invoice. Your eyes drifted to the piece of flimsi, your eyes focusing on that one spot, the one part that shone as bright as the sun, your name, “It was stuck to the bottom of the bouquet. Don't worry I won't say anything.” Thorn continued to chuckle as he left you standing there really hoping you’d die of embarrassment now.

Fox kept the bouquet on his desk, turning the card in his hand over and over, wondering who in the haran would have sent him flowers.

At first, he imagined it could’ve been Senator Amidala, a sort of, keep-up-the-good-work type of encouragement, or maybe he thought this was just a treat from her, but she had no idea what he was referring to. Then he considered it might have been one of his clone brethren, a vain attempt to try and humiliate him, but they all denied it. Wolffe especially seemed offended at such a childish prank, and Cody wasn't going to let him live it down any time soon. Rex, well he couldn’t stop laughing for a good five minutes.

He had spent a whole day on this and nothing. Not one clue. The card itself held a rather cryptic, albeit bemusing, message. There was no name of the flower shop either on the card nor the flowers themselves, and there had been no record of the delivery, which had led to his original assumption that these flowers were ill-intended. 

“Ahem! Commander” your voice was barely above a whisper, so it was no wonder that Fox didn't react right away. “Commander.” Your voice rang through a little louder this time.

Fox shifted his eyes away from the flowers and focused on you, 

“Oh, Starlight. Sorry. This day has been weird, and my mind is all over the place.” 

He cleared his throat and put the card down, giving you his undivided attention, “Anyway, what can I do for you?” 

You stepped in, closing the door behind you, as you began fidgeting with the hem of your top, “Um, I need to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes briefly wondering if telling him the truth was the right thing to do. Obviously, it was. After the mess you caused this morning, not to mention his own embarrassment, he had a right… no, he deserved to know the truth. 

“Commander, if you're still wondering who left flowers at your desk, I think I'm ready to put your mind at ease.” 

“Sorry, ready to put my mind at ease?”

You nodded, trying to avoid looking into his warm, tender eyes, “Please don't be upset. But it was me.” 

Fox's eyes widened, “You?” 

“You're not as bad as everyone says you are.” 

His eyes went from his Starlight to the card he received with the flowers. There was the message just as she had quoted, word for word. 

A million questions ran through his mind, and yet rather than asking a thing, he started laughing. He laughed so hard tears came to his eyes and his cheeks ached. It was the most enthusiastic laugh you’d heard in a long time, and it was certainly the happiest you’d ever seen your Commander. He held his forehead as his elbow rested on the desk while he shook his head. 

“Starlight, only you could cause an incident on such a colossal scale.”

“I'm sorry. I never imagined–,” 

“Did you mean it?” He cut you off. 

“Sorry?” 

“Did you mean what you wrote?” 

“Every word.” 

He nodded as he stood walking over to you, gently cupping your cheek, “You… you baffle me.” He gently stroked your cheek, the shock and surprise of his actions written all over your face, which only made him smile brighter, “Starlight. Have dinner with me.”

Send Commander Fox an ask and continue the story!

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[bananaactivity]

Ignoring my poll and doing Everything on it

except the mighty med thing 😓

Lmao just a quick color 💀

I dunno why I did this but I decided that the bionic island shouldn’t have the little Olympic Games ring shit. That’s just for the Davenports so the students get a BI ( also all the bionic solders get scars chaise I’ll make everyone BUT Crane a sweetheart.

here’s the draft for the comic script lemme know whatcha think:

Opening on Falafel Phil location on the strip

Marcus/ Bree/ Leo walk into the location

Zoom in on Arthur in the booth with MBL in the background Bree: “ Oh Joy… Arthur is here.”

Side view that shows all people in the booth ( Arthur/ Brody/ Kai) Arthur: “ Do they have Valet parking here? Someone get Phil on that I feel like he's missing an opportunity with this kind of cuisine.”

Marcus pops up next to Arthur’s side of the booth excitedly Marcus: “ Hey! Art-”

Marcus pauses and stares at something across the booth, Arthur looks as well

Zoom in on Kai's face with exaggerated anime in-love effects ( Hearts, sparkles, Rose petals) while he has a resting bitch face

Wide screen of Arther in the booth with Marcus staring next to him ( still sparkling around his face) Leo and Bree standing and Kai and Brody sitting on the other side of the booth

Same wide shot. Leo: “ Sup Art… Arts uhh… Friends?” Bree: “ Yeah Art since when have you had friends?”

Zoom in on Arther slightly agitated Arther: “ Ha. Ha. Davendorks.”

Arthur: “ Leo. Bree. These are my friends…”

Front view of Kai and Brody in their booth Arther: “ Kai Brewer and Brody Carlson.” Brody: “ Hey brochachoes.” Kai: “Whats up?”

Zoom in on Arthur again Arther: “ Where are Adam and Chase?” Bree (off-screen) : “ You mean Meat-Head and Boy Genuis?”

Zoom in on Bree Bree: “ I dunno, they wandered off like usual. Probably arguing about something stupid.”

Zoom in on Marcus whos sat in the booth across from Kai Marcus: “ Ya Know for a place called Falafel Phils I was expecting something more exciting~”

Wide Shot of them all looking at Marcus

Wide Shot Bree: “ Not even five minutes in and Marcus is already sizing up the local hotties.”

Diagonal shot of Kai and Marcus looking at each other

Shot of Kai leaning on his hand Kai: “ Exciting? It's Falafel Phil not Firework Phil.”

Shot of Marcus copying Kais pose Marcus: “ Yeah well I was hoping that the food would be as interesting as the patrons…”

Kai shot smirking Kai: “ Flattery wont get you extra sauce…”

Half shot of both from the side Marcus: “Maybe some sides then?” Kai: “I wager you're so full of yourself that you dont need any extra sides.”

Double portrait shot of Marcus one laughing one wiping tears away Marcus: “ HAHA. Are you always so hard to chat up or is it just me?”

Shot of Kai smirking Marcus ( off-screen): “ What you don't like my charm?” Kai: “ Charm Huh? Maybe I just like my conversations with more… flavor.”

Full shot of both from the side Marcus: “ Lucky you Im specially seasoned” Kai: “ I can see they added extra corn to your batch…”

Marcus shot Marcus: “ What Like you're a multi-course fine dining experience?”

Kai drinks a soda Kai: “ Yep. And that’d make you the fast food option~”

Marcus steals Kai drink (side shot) Marcus: “ So what? You don't have a taste for that kinda stuff?”

Side shot Kai: “ I didn't say that much, Im eating here arent I? But who knows if you have the pallet for a more complex experience like fine dining?” Marcus: “ Id definitely like to expand my horizons~”

Kai and Marcus side view staring shot

Full shot of everyone Kai and Marcus still staring at each other

Full shot Bree: “Can we fucking order and get outta here?!”

end

Hope you don't mind how this reads this is how I write comic scripts its different from fics which i write like a basic book lol. For comic scripts i have to write what the panels look like on a basic level. Usually i write an idea then write words then i draw some quick sketches of the whole thing and then write out that stuff on an actual doc

[thelonelybrilliance]

thelonelybrilliance/TolkienGirl: My Year in Fanfic

In addition to posting a nice even number of unique fics for AO3 scrolling purposes (60), I also launched some ambitious projects, finally wrote a few one-shots for my favorite small fandoms, and completed some megafics. The Silmarillion Gold Rush AU (cc: @abadpoetwithdreams and @wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey) is steadily progressing. @mapleymood and I are bringing The Summer I Turned Pretty into the realm of literature 😉. And my endless analysis of Friday Night Lights with @itspileofgoodthings has produced yet more fictional musings.

Without further ado:

COMPLETED MULTI-CHAPS:

Pharmakós - An epic, entirely original saga that took several years to complete (started in 2021). In our Gold Rush retelling of The Silmarillion, the Finwean cousins (Maedhros, Fingon, Finrod) lead a diplomatic delegation to Doriath, only to encounter unexpected friends and foes under Elu Thingol's roof

The Figurehead - My take on Stranger Things Season 5, with Steve/Nancy as the heart and soul. Picks up right where Season 4 left off (started in 2022)

with unbroken rhythm - Estrela waits in Mithrim. But Mithrim itself is not unchanging, and unlikely news has a way of finding its mark (Gold Rush AU)

here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist - Maedhros, finding his voice (Gold Rush AU)

WIP MULTI-CHAPS:

crooked love (in a straight line down) - Broken promises, distant memories... Taylor Jewel and Jeremiah Fisher should have nothing in common but mutual resentment. Why do they share a growing understanding instead? (The Summer I Turned Pretty crack-treated-seriously sequel, with @mapleymood)

nativity scenes - An ongoing look at the first memories around each Finwean grandchild's birth (with @abadpoetwithdreams and @wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey, Gold Rush AU)

To the Young Who Want to Die - Sequel to Pharmakós; a not-entirely-triumphant return to Mithrim (Gold Rush AU)

Penetralium - A different sequel to Pharmakós; Melkor Bauglir moves house, licks his wounds, and regroups (Gold Rush AU)

ONE-SHOTS (by fandom):

The Silmarillion

Gold Rush AU 2024 Installments

Red Rising

born to raise the sons of earth - She’s proven Eo right. And it wasn’t because of me. It wasn’t because of love. It was because it was the right thing to do, and because mighty Kavax was more a father to her than her own ever was. (Mustang, pre-series & Morning Star)

Lights that do mislead the Morn - If she didn’t love him, why learn him? (Mustang/Cassius, Morning Star)

Swan Song - It’s only now, loitering at the threshold of the med-bay, that Mustang can admit she’s been avoiding this moment. She’s afraid of her brother. She’s afraid of losing Darrow—and the future she’s trying to safeguard for them both. For Pax, her deepest thoughts whisper, half-haunted that even the voices in her head can be heard by listening ears intent on betrayal. She’s afraid of the war turning inward, ally against ally. She shouldn’t be afraid of the man in the bed. (Mustang/Cassius, Morning Star)

looking for an easier world - How I miss them—the friends whose lives have marched on without me. (Cassius, Dark Age)

worth no less than a brother - Today, instead of Aurae’s ministrations and musical voice, I have a bloodydamn Bellona with coffee-breath aiming hits at every part of my body that hasn’t already sustained major trauma. (Darrow & Cassius, Light Bringer)

Wasteland - He is not a man on a journey. He is not a man who can afford to fail. (Diomedes, Dark Age)

Imperative - “I wonder how he shall bear death,” Roque muses. He selects a grape to pluck. How he can eat them after Fitchner—“Even after everything, I wonder that.” (Cassius & Roque, Morning Star)

we can still hear the sound of the surf (though we shall land no more) - Kalindora told me to trust this man, who holds a wicked, serrated blade over my chest and purses his lips as if deep in thought. (Lysander & Atlas (& Cassius), Light Bringer)

A Deep-Sworn Vow - “You think I’m a man?” “I think you’re a pissant little boy possessed by a demon.” (Victra/Sevro, Morning Star)

forgetting is a kind of mercy - Even with her heart carefully armored by layers of fierce temper and her tongue as sharp as one of her blades, it is her turn to be compassionate, because it is my mother who is dead. (Pax & Electra, Dark Age)

the dead do not suffer the living to pass  - Three lives, three passages. (Julian, Pax, Cassius, Red Rising)

Friday Night Lights

Clear Eyes - Season 2 Codas (ongoing - 11/15 completed)

in what distant deeps or skies - Smash and Tim go on an adventure (s1)

I lie to myself all the time (but I never believe me) - Like a bruise, is hope. You have to come around to its existence, its tenderness. (Tim, Jackie, Bo, s1)

you know it might be worth it for once - Come into my life, she was saying, like he’d never left it. (Tim/Tyra, s5)

The Queen's Thief

had chosen thus to fling his soul - “This will be the last journey, I promise,” she murmured, after a moment. “Another mark beside my name,” he said lightly. (Gen & Helen, pre-Queen of Attolia)

we insist on love (when all we want is mercy) - Every power that Eugenides knew—and some, maybe, that he didn’t—had brought him here, alone at the foot of a secret stairwell, waiting for a queen who wasn’t his. (Gen/Irene, Queen of Attolia)

a swing in prime - The truth of his loneliness was the only thing he could never tell her. Honesty stopped short when checked by love. (Gen/Irene, King of Attolia)

neutral islands - Helen did not know whether she ought to take note of her own enjoyment of Sophos’ company… yet enjoy it she did. (Helen/Sophos, A Conspiracy of Kings)

a kind of contentment - Eugenides, Kamet, and promises kept. (Gen & Kamet, flashback connected to Thick as Thieves)

A Shop for Killers

Dragonfly - Amidst all her learning—their learning—about how to be people who shared a roof and pretended not to share a history, Jian was the only witness to the slow development of her uncle’s real self. (Jeong Jinman & Jeong Jian)

Gethsemane - One does not walk into hell and expect a favorable outcome. (Jeong Jinman & Jeong Jian)

Pride and Prejudice

just as they used to be then - “I have commissioned a Mr. Plimer to come and take your portraits while you are at home,” Mr. Darcy said, seeming satisfied with the explanation he had received. “He is an accomplished miniaturist, and I believe the small table in my room will be amply improved by the addition of your three faces, if you will oblige me.” It was a compliment that could not but bear a sting. (Darcy & Wickham, pre-canon)

Mara, Daughter of the Nile

behold thou my heart (which grieveth for thee) - Sheftu had plucked hope like a flower, even while he should have heeded its thorn. (Mara/Sheftu, missing scene post-canon)

The Witch of Blackbird Pond

like rain carrying the memory of lightning - Confound the girl, but she’s in every sky and storm, in every wave and calm. (Kit/Nat, Nat POV missing scene)

White Collar

Patchwork Man - Back in the world, new anklet and old digs—it doesn’t have to be perfect to be too good to be true. Because that’s the heart of the matter, isn’t it? When you slip the noose, the world doesn’t become a kinder place, and it certainly doesn’t stop turning. (Neal & Peter, s2)

Once Upon a Time

parallels - It’s a bad day to be Emma Swan, sure. But it’s also a bad day to be an overly self-assured, literally underhanded pirate. (Captain Swan, s2)

The Office/Friday Night Lights

the drop-dead dream (the chosen one) - In which Michael Scott does not mourn his stepdad (unless he does), and has his life changed at a Dillon Panthers game (unless he doesn't).

[roo-bastmoon]

Friday Thirst

Buy and stream GOLDEN! Regularly vote for our Jimin! And please be kind to one another.

I am obsessed with this 19-second clip.

This is an manip/edit I saw floating around Twitter and Pinterest, and it made me banshee screech with a mighty need for a K-drama like this, so I'm sharing it now in the hopes someone can point me toward the creator so I can follow? Or is this AI? (If this is Ai, I'm gonna have to sit down and cry a bit.)

BONUS MIMI CUTENESS

I've got a nasty head cold so now that I did my buying and first listen to Golden, I officially declare that Hate You and Shot Glass of Tears are my favorites, but Standing Next to You makes me want to boogie woogie. Well done.

I'm gonna take some strong cold meds, let the playlists stream, and rest up. Please be gentle and kind with each other, puppykitties. Spend your energy wisely and follow your bliss.

Love, Roo

[justaitttybittybug]

Hey my asks are open if anyone wants to send me requests for moodboard, headcanons, outfit boards, one shots.

The fandoms I'm in are:

-Spiderman any version.

-Into/across the spiderverse.

-Sanders Sides.

-Boymeetsworld.

-Girlmeetsworld

-Sweet tooth.

-Labrats.

-Labrats elite force.

-Mighty med.

-My little pony all versions.

-Teenage mutant ninja turtles all verions.

-Percy Jackson(I'm only on the first book so far and I watched the series so I might be a bit bad at this one)

I'll try my best to do fandoms I don't know but I can't promise it will be good. Feel free to request something from a fandom not on this list I might know it also the fandom list on my main acount counts for this one too here's my main acount so you can check that out, Main account:@justalittlerascal

I will choose to ignore requests for things that make me uncomfortable

But yeah feel free to send requests I'll do my best to do them correctly:)

[angelwiththeblue-box]

clothes sharing ….

i acknowledge that this has been sitting in my askbox for like two years however we're moving on from that (also this is so much longer than intended <3)

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Chase was very particular about clothes. The texture had to be right, the size had to be right, it couldn't be too thick, and he couldn't layer certain clothes. He specifically re-tailored his mission suit so he could wear it without feeling like he wanted to rip it off. (He did appreciate the almost tank top design, with the leather cutting off at his shoulders to give way to a stretchier fabric. Still protective and more mobility.)

It wasn't like he was insistent about his clothes being a certain way just to be obnxious, he knew how people already saw him, no need to add fuel to the fire, it was just... how he was.

So when Kaz came around and started wearing his shirts (not on purpose or in any sort of malicious way, he just... grabbed the first shirt he saw, whether it was Oliver's or Chase's, and called it good) Bree shot him a look, wondering why he was letting Kaz do this, knowing that the shirt might be different after Kaz took it off, it would feel different, or be stretched out.

Unfortunately, Chase was very gay and Kaz looked really cute in Chase's clothes. (This was, to be clear, long before they started dating. Chase had a tendency to fall fast, feelings slamming into him like a bullet train and Kaz in his shirts was not helping said feelings.)

It was fall. Not cold weather, but cold enough that it warrents a jacket. Chase was the smartest man alive, he checked the temperature before the five of them went out. (It wasn't anything fancy, one of Skylar's friends was having a birthday party, it was mostly superheroes, but a couple of bionic heroes made the invite list, and a few regular people too, normos as the Mighty Med trio call them)

He had a good outfit for the day temperature, but as night fell and Chase and Kaz were heading back to the tower, the cold was starting to seep into his bones. (Oliver was hanging out with a couple of superheroes, and Skylar and Bree had beelined for the dance floor the moment they arrived.) Kaz leans on Chase as they walk down the streets, city life filling the silence the way it never did back in Mission Creek. Their hands brush together and a spark shoots up Chase's arm, and he's suddenly thankful for the darkness so Kaz doesn't see his face heat up.

"You cold?" Kaz asks, his shoulder nudging Chase's, and Chase shakes his head, trying to hid his shivering. "Chase."

"A little. But it's fine, we're almost at the Tower anyway." Chase says. (They still had about twenty more minutes of walking. Chase didn't mind the walk, he liked hanging out with Kaz. He wasn't as big a fan of the cold. Curse his California blood.)

"It's not fine, c'mon Chasey, you told me you'd tell me things!" Kaz whines. Technically, he told the team he'd let them in when he started feeling like... well like shit, but apparently it can be applied to feeling kind of cold too.) "Here, take my jacket." Kaz pulls off the sweater he's wearing, a dark maroon that complemented the white button up he had on underneath.

Chase immediately protests, "Kaz, Kaz, no, I'm fine."

"Liar." Kaz shoves the sweater into Chase's arms and works on cuffing the sleeves on the button up, one of his burn scars curling down his arm. "Chase, if you don't take the fucking sweater I will light myself on fire, so please just put on the sweater."

"Kaz-"

"Chase." Kaz's voice softens and he rests a hand on Chase's arm. "It's okay to let people help you, you know."

Chase nods, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He pulls on the sweater, preparing for the scratchy feel that certain sweaters have, but it doesn't. It's soft and worn out, and the sleeves are long enough that he won't pull on them. Chase knows, logically, that it was just luck that Kaz wore a sweater that Chase could stand to put on his body, but in his traitorous heart, he can't help but wonder if Kaz-

"I can feel your brain working from here, Smarties. I did notice your aversion to fabrics, I'm not an idiot." Kaz shoots him a smile, one that lights up the city and Chase wants to melt. "Now, c'mon." Kaz holds out his hand to Chase, who takes it with a small smile. "I think maybe we should have a movie night, just us. You warming up, Chasey?"

Chase nods, the heat emanating from Kaz better than any sweater.

[lab-trash]

Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thanks to @amethystviolist  for tagging me! Who didn't actually tag me, but had an open tag, and I wanted to participate because it seemed fun.

How many works do you have on AO3?

80, which is actually a little more than I thought.

What's your total AO3 word count?

Oh boy, okay... 393,764. That took a lot of time.

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

How 5 People Found Out About Kaz and Chase, And How One Person Somehow Didn't (Kase, 557)

Folded Feelings (Michie, 484)

Beanies (Michie, 471)

5 Times Kaz and Chase Were Affected by Their Neurodiversities, and 1 Time They Thought They Were, but Weren’t (Kase, 403)

Voice Mails (Kase, 359)

By the way, totally egrigious that Beanies isn't number one tbh

Do you respond to comments?

If I feel like I should. Some comments just aren't comments that need responding to, but if it's a question/confusion I'll definitely try to respond

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

100% Grief. Grief is my headcannon of Pete's way of coping with the deaths and disappearance in his life, and it's definitely my angstiest fic, period. Except maybe (No) Thanks For The Memories, but that one has a happy ending.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, so I'm not really sure how to answer this. Maybe r/TrueOffMyChest, just because it's kind of a rollercoaster to get there?

Do you write crossovers?

I have written exactly one crossover in my life, and it was a Wizards of Waverly Place x Suite Life On Deck Crossover: Max and Zack Through Wizards of Waverly Place. I stand by shipping them, quite frankly.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes, ironically on one of my most Kudos'd fics, 5 Times Kaz and Chase Were Affected by Their Neurodiversities, and 1 Time They Thought They Were, but Weren’t. I received hate for not making Chase outright autistic. This was written at a time where I wasn't even comfortable labelling myself as autistic, simply because I didn't know enough about it. And it's like, I feel like I'd rather be safe and write something ambiguously, than be specific and potentially misrepresenting.

Do you write smut?

I have, yes. I don't have much to say about that.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so, but that would be awesome

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically no, but I am credited on a fic as a co-writer.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Probably Kase. I'm just so attached to them at this point. They mean so much to me. They're the ship that like, I would be happiest if they became canon, or even if any of the actors said they ship it, that would be awesome. I feel like I can't say Michie, even though I do love it, because I'm deeply ashamed of the fact that I like it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I feel like I won't finish most of my WIPs; the only one I really feel like I'll get close to finishing is Beanies, because it's pretty planned out in my head. But the one I want to finish the most, by far, is Villain Arcane. I love Villain Arcane so much, and I really wish I had the motivation to finish it.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I'm really pretty good at writing dialogue, to the point that I've noticed some of my fics are primarily dialogue with little explanation around it. Which I don't mind to an extent, but it can be a bit much. I also think I'm really good at capturing the original writing of a character, especially for Mighty Med. Like, I've written Horace like twice and both of them it's like, I genuinely think I wrote him well, and that's a big thing for me (I generally don't praise my own writing)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting/Planning things. Like, I find it really difficult to come up with conflict and conflict resolution. That's why I strive with one-shots and 5+1 fics, because there's a structure and it's not long enough that I need to make the plot complicated.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I struggle with it. I don't headcannon many characters as bilingual, so it's not really a big deal, but the thing I'm thinking of specifically is sign language. Because sign language is very cut and dry, there aren't filler words and stuff, so I'm not sure how to write it. Like, do I add the filler words to make it more comprehensible, or do I write as direct of a translation as I'm able to with my limited knowledge?

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Oh, uhhh. I think I've technically written for Lautski before, just very vaguely so I guess that doesn't count. Oh! Jason x Kyle x Brenda x Ruth (x Caitlyn). There's a fic in my drafts about how their polycule ended up getting together, but I've not been able to finish it, primarily because I get distracted with other projects.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Oh, that's tough. As I mentioned, I love Villain Arcane, but that's more of a love for the concept (which isn't even mine) than it is for the writing. I think it's a tie between Her and Beanies. Her isn't even that well written, and it's kind of a dumb idea, but it just means so much to me. Shout out to (No) Thanks For The Memories, which is probably my favourite lref fic, probably because I love Kaz so much.

This was fun, I kind of wish there were more questions. Now to tag folks. No pressure, you don't have to play. @snove101 @angelwiththeblue-box @24-guy , and anyone else who wants to participate, I'm cool if you credit me as tagging you.

[mortallychoppedgalaxy]

Hello! I've decided to start writing fanfics for the public now! Been doing it for a while but never shared/posted, so I figured I'd get some practice in with requests and what-not before I try to fully-fledged fics that I can be happy with enough to post. I may post these on an AO3 account I share with a friend.

Send me an ASK with your request and I'll get to it as soon as I can.

FANDOMS (Please note the characters, as I mostly write fics centred (Meaning from their POV or whoever's POV is focused on them.) around specific ones, but just ask and I'll see what I can do. It's fine if they share the spotlight with another character, as long as they're featured mainly in the prompt. I mainly write angst or hurt/comfort, but fluff is perfectly fine.)

Soul Eater (DTK, Blackstar, Lord Death. Will write Deathstar.)

My Hero Academia (Izuku, Tomura, Katsuki, Shouta, Present Mic. I haven't seen any of season 6.)

For the following, I will do crossovers gladly, preferably Max and Douglas-centered, But again, ask anyways!

The Thundermans (Max, Phoebe, Oyster. Will write Max/Oyster.)

Lab Rats (Douglas, Donald)

Mighty Med (Kaz, Oliver. Not much experience with this fandom.)

Lab Rats: Elite Force (Douglas, Donald, Kaz, Oliver)

If you have a fandom you've been wanting to fanfics for that isn't here, send me a request anyways and I'll see what I can do. If I don't know the source, I'll check it out myself to see if I'm interested in it. If not, I'll likely not write it, but I'm always willing to give it a shot.

If you would like to know any AU's I have for any of my fandoms I would be more than happy to deliver! I love talking about my dumb over-complicated and angsty au's haha. Just send me a fandom or three or I'll deliver!

I lean towards brotherly relationships or fatherly relationships.

DONT'S

/ Reader

Romance / Ship centred fics (Cannon background ships are fine. Some exceptions apply.)

Smut

Age Regression, A/B/O, or anything similar to those.

May update at any point in time. I have the right to reject any request given if I want to, but that's unlikely. I'll try to make each one at least 500-1000 words, maybe more if I get into it.

[reddogf13]

Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 7

Also on A03

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all.

Previous chap: Ch: 6 Apothecary

Next chap: Ch: 8 Kings men

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~Ch: 7 Badlands~

For the whole week he stayed inside to work on the chain mail. Doing a quick check on everyone in the morning then back inside. It became a routine for someone to bring him dinner since he never came out for it. Usually forgetting to eat, he was always worried about why someone was knocking on his door. Marta did it the first few times until John took over. Curious about the work on the chain mail. When Blake would officially step into the quarantine area. Blake unable to give much of an answer. Explaining that his chain mail was for possible arrows shot at him, albeit not very well. Mainly to buy him a couple hits if someone did shoot him, doubting it'd stand up well based on what it was recycled from. As for going, the time would be soon as the week came to a close. Then came the very short topic, asked by John, of dealing with Laird and Nick. After informing John of their deaths since his last visit Blake left to find Jacob. If the medicines here, it'll be time. Leaving for the doctor's place. Picking up a box from a marked location someplace else the doctor instructed them to. Doing a count to make sure it was all there before leaving back to Temple Gate. Time had come to enter the quarantine, but first he had to make the announcement.

Word naturally got around what he was aiming to do. Aside from those horribly ill to the point of seeing it, he wanted to give meds to everyone else. Crush anything anyone had before it became noticeable. Checking over his chain mail vest he deemed “good enough.” Having no sleeves or a collar. Covering him as much as a sleeveless shirt would. It would help keep the vital organs safe, but meant nothing against a head shot or if a leg was crippled. Better than nothing. Tired, he went out to the hall when dinner was being served. Passing up on an offered bowl of chili. Kitchen resorting to cans again after they picked the mountains clean.

Standing at the podium up front people quieted down from their talking. “You all know by now that I plan to enter the quarantine. When I went outside earlier it was to pick up the medicine. These-” Shaking a med bottle in hand. “Will cure those ill in quarantine. Not of everything though. The disease they've suffered for years has done permanent damage that will never go away. But they will be safe to be around and interact with after going through a full treatment of meds. Like them I want everyone here to be on meds. If there is anything going on, but hasn't fully shown itself it'll take care of it. Along with a few other things that basic cough syrup wont handle. Tomorrow I'll enter quarantine to lead them out to the new one for closer watch and care. They will stay there to be treated until fourteen days have passed. After that they will be allowed back into Temple Gate and moved into jobs to help the community. I want everyone to treat them as equals and not lesser. We should all know by now that things weren't a punishment by God. It was all a lie to keep someone high and mighty in position.” Finished until he forgot something. “And uh, there'll be a very important meeting on what this disease is, how it's spread, and other… Things.” Awkwardly stumbling about his sex ED class. Out of the two things he wasn't looking forward to, doing that seemed far worse to tackle. “Line up to get your bottle. Take two pills and keep taking two every day until the bottles empty. Do not skip any.”

Passing out bottles to everyone formed a long line. Mathew approached directly to the front to offer help distributing. “Can I take a bunch of bottles to pass out to the end?”

“Yeah, otherwise it's going to take forever with how long this line is.”

Mathew nodded, Grabbing arm fulls of bottles to pass out half way down the line while Blake did the front. When returning to grab more handfuls his dad offered to help as well. Passing out meds to the whole town in fifteen minutes. Taking stock of what was left Blake was happy to still see many bottles. Good, might have enough. Taking the remaining back to his room for now. Returning to take his, now cold, bowl of chili. Eating through his meal alone with a look over his chain mail. Am I ready for this? Chewing on a bite for ages to the point he could choke it down. Appetite lost by then that he pushed aside his remaining bowl. Gathering up what little energy he had he dragged himself to bed. Throwing the blanket over his head to hide from the world. Wanting to be alone in the quiet dark for the rest of the night. Right as he shut his eyes he bolted up to his name being screamed from outside. Racing out into the dark night he found an angry mob. Yelling to each other while surrounding someone yelling in pain. “What are you doing?!” he shoved through the mob, tearing apart whoever was in its middle. At the front he was stunned back by who it was. “Lynn?!”

She looked at him, carved to pieces. Limbs hanging by uncut tendons. Bones kept others attached without muscle to hide them. “Look what they did to me!” She screeched at him. Hobbling up to her legs. “Look what they did! And you stay with them!”

“I-I'm sorry, I-”

“You help them after what they did! You're a fucking vile piece of shit!”

Blake couldn't muster any words to her. World closing in to crush him. The mob turned to surround him instead. “I-”

“You couldn't help me or Jessica, but you help them?! Did you really try?!”

Tears streamed down his face. “I did!”

“Liar! If you could've killed Knoth just like that, why didn't you? You could've had them help me! You let this all happen! You let them kill me! You let him kill Jessica!”

“No!”

“Liar! Angel of Death. You'll kill everyone you meet. That's what you want. That's why you're here.” Skin still left on her body sagged. Separating from the muscle it stretched into thin threads as it melted to the floor. “War, now pestilence, who rides next Blake? And then? There's only one horseman left.” Blood fell from her mouth. Boils of pus formed across her, grossly huge before bursting to ooze off her. Eating more of her away as an aggressive acid. The figures around him grew thin and twisted. Swarms of locusts eating past their eyes to burst from their mouths in a darkening cloud. He couldn't be here anymore, he had to leave. He ran through the swarm stopped by an immediate pain of hitting a solid object. Eyes shooting open to find himself flailed out on the floor of his room. Face in pain, mostly his nose, from landing on it. Groaning he slipped back into bed to rub his sore face. His night spent awake in bed, full of dread, staring at the ceiling. Deciding to do something, other than dread for the day, he got up to redecorate. Swiping his glasses from off a shelf before shoving junk boxes to the side to move shelves someplace better. Getting rid of things completely from his room. His lonely cot off to the side opposite to his work desk. A few shelves against the wall toward the left of both. Walls barren of anything except nails. A lone yellowed ceiling bulb providing the room it's only light without windows. Sparse for right now. Need to find a rug to give this place some color. Admiring his organized handy work. Warm expression dulling at seeing the first bit of sun creep under his door. Sighing “here we go.” He grabbed his chain mail to slip on. Wearing his vest he filled with bottles of meds. Bandages shoved in about every pocket he could.

His steps echoing down the hall felt so loud to him. Maybe it was true with how heavy the chain mail was. In the great hall he greeted everyone from the front. “I-… I decided to hold the meeting until after I get back.” Struggling to get through today already.

It must've been written all over his face by what Marta asked him. “Should you go tomorrow?” More of a subtle suggestion.

“No, the longer it takes the less I can save.” Passing by to step out.

Sun hidden by the thick gray clouds collecting across Temple Gate. Following his route he took so many times before to know the way. Good thing I didn't eat breakfast. Stomach already unsettled enough he was sure it would have tossed itself by now. Making one stop to pick something up he Ignored the many steps of followers behind him coming to watch. He stood before the gate into the quarantine zone. Ugly rusted chain link layered by bundles upon bundles of barbed wire to keep all out or in. warnings of sickness to depressing messages of “God bless.” pinned to the chain links. He glanced at Mathew stepping up to his side, who passed a glance back. In a warning he asked the boy.“They tried to kill me last time. I don't know if I can keep you safe. Are you sure you want to go?”

He smiled. “I have faith in you.” Losing it at the sight of what was in Blake's hands.

A long, sharpened axe he stopped for. Brought along to help those far too lost to the disease. “Is your father here? Does he know?”

“H-he didn't want to see me go. We had a long talk b-before.”

They turned to Marta stepping up. “You want me to come?”

“No.” Blake answered. “You're too much of a target if there are arrows. I want as few people as possible for me to worry about.”

She dipped her head, attention snapping to something off in the distance. “Val's watching.” Everyone else's attention snapping toward where she looked.

He scanned the horizon and found that fleck of gold. “Well, if she wants to see an idiot fumble through quarantine. I can't stop her.” Shifting his shoulders he stepped toward the gate. Taking a deep breath he opened the rusted door. “Close this once we're in.” Slipping by to squeeze nervously past the walls of barbed wire. Stuck at his side was Mathew tracing his steps.

More so by the time a thick mist rolled down the mountains to flow between the buildings. Hiding their surroundings until they passed close enough to touch something. If some bastard jumps out to vomit on me again. They're getting an axe to the face, no matter. Axe end held high enough to tap against his cheek. It's cold metal down to its weight lowering his hands brought a strange comfort. What didn't was the noise all the rattling bottles caused at each step. How was I to do this again? Find someone and then? Rounding each corner spiking his fear for it to crash down. Mist making it impossible to see more than five feet in front of him. Whispering to Mathew standing next to him. “Did we pass anyone?”

“I didn't see anyone. I don't hear anyone either.”

“Fuck, someones gotta be around here.” Did everyone die? He feared the worst the longer it took to find anybody. Worried about Mathew after he traveled farther from his side. “Don't go too far. We can't risk it with this mist.” Catching up to the young man stopped by finding someone.

Blake looked down at the one laying before them. “He alive?”

“No.” Confirming what Blake knew from the lack of breathing. “You think they left?”

“I wouldn't be surprised. They didn't have anything here, but death and misery. But how long ago since they left, then? After their deacons' death or after Knoth's?”

“I don't think they would've gotten the news. They only know things because Knoth sent Laird letters.”

“Great, I'll have to break the news then.”

“If we find anyone.”

Forward they passed the stable buildings out into the more shack areas. Environment harder to navigate without any sort of street to follow. Buildings made around trees rather than the other way around. Eaten by nature for daring to try and settle in its path. Bodies littered the ground every few feet. A few were checked for life while others obvious from their half rotten forms. Out of morbid curiosity he stood by a few of the bodies. A similar look about them to how Lynn was in his dream. Can I do this? Doubt gnawed on his mind. Too late to turn back now.

Attention whipping toward Mathew shouting. “Hey, there's someone!” Pointing to a silhouetted figure standing in the fog.

The figure turned to look at Mathew confused. Eyes turned wide when Blake came into view out of the mist. “He's back!” shouting out as he ran away. His silhouette swept away by the thick air.

“Oh boy.” Blake fidgeted with the axe. “Stay close. I don't know what's going to happen.”

Out of the gray they appeared one by one. Dark silhouettes of an approaching mob come to see him. “It's true!” “He's back!” “Our savior!” He heard multiple voices shout. More figures appearing from all sides to circle them.

“Whoa, wait. Hold on!” Blake spoke to the closing crowd.

“He's forgiven us! Forgiven us for killing our saints Laird and Nick!” “Come to deliver his flesh!” “Take a piece of him!” “We are saved!”

“Hey, no! That's not how it works!” His voice fell on deaf ears. Heart thudding in his head at the sharp carving blades shining in their grip. Hands reaching out to tear him apart he grabbed Mathew to turn into a run. leapt on by one of the ill, he dropped his axe. Clawing into whoever was on his back to rip them off. Disgusted by the blood smeared over him he swept the axe back up. Shoving Mathew toward a space they hadn't closed in on. Mobs of the ill coming out of every crevice to crowd after Blake. He knocked a few back by the blunt end of his axe. Leaping over those he thought were bodies until they lunged for their legs.

“What do we do?” Mathew asked the same question Blake was asking himself.

“Find a safe place.” Was what he came up with.

Charging into a shack that had no way to shut themselves inside. Right in and out they went through multiple structures. Leaping over fallen logs to fences they couldn't see much of. A clunk noise turned Blake's blood to ice. Halting behind a tree he yanked Mathew behind in time to see a chunk of tree shot off.

“You said Laird and Nick were dead!”

“They are, but their crossbows still around.” Yanking Mathew forward rather harshly to keep them going before the next reload. Slowed too much the hoard had caught up to the two. Their exits dwindled further and further; they kept making twists and turns to escape. Blake saw in his mind that their escape was turning into a loop. Their circle tightening without a way to break through. If they were caught by the mob wall too long he imagined an arrow would finish them off. A whiz of one by the back of his head nicked the skin off. His dreaded asthma squeezed the lungs out of his air. If he didn't stop soon for a breather he would surely collapse. Mathew would have to guard his body until he woke. Refusing to leave Mathew in that position he rather split away. Shelter was what they needed to have any chance. Ignoring his wheezing he scanned the mists edge, running up to a slanted shack they found empty with some doors to block. Shoving a table against it that wouldn't hold for long. He shook against a wall to wheeze air into his burning lungs. This place felt so much worse then when he was here last. Was this a mistake? Could I go back? Imagining himself returning to disappointed looks from everyone upon his failed mission. He felt sick, readying to vomit. Held back by Mathew patting him on the shoulder. His voice unable to reach Blake stuck in his thoughts. Why am I here? I can't help these people. I shouldn't have come back, I shouldn't be here. Lynn, I'm sorry. I- Literally shaken from his thoughts by Mathew.

“Sir, are you alright?”

He looked down to his hands. “Y-yeah. Needed a moment.” He couldn't stop shaking. God, what am I doing?

“Should we go back? We can come another time with more people. At least when it's clear and we can see our hands in front of our faces.”

Willing to admit defeat if it got him back someplace safe. “Yeah, let's do that.” His lungs no longer burning he went for the door. Table moved to peek his head out he glanced back and forth. Without seeing the silhouette of the hoard he stepped out first. Back slammed into the floor before he realized what had happened. Knocked back so hard by a hit to the chest. His tightly shut eyes opened to Mathews shocked face dragging him back inside to slam the door shut. “Are you okay?!”

Blake sat up to look at what hit him. An arrow, stuck into his chest. He pulled the chain mail away from him and let out a breath when he saw it didn't pierce him too deep. A slight jab while most the arrow was stuck in between the broken links. “Fuck.” Gripping the arrow to yank it out not going too well. It was jammed in good and a mob of people came banging on the door left him no choice but to leave it. Snapping off its length to not deal with that while running. Helped to his feet they prepared for what was coming. Blake had the only weapon on hand. Both had nowhere to run to in the metal makeshift shack. Their lone exit blocked by people wanting to devour him alive. Tightening his grip on the axe he slammed it into one of the walls. Loosening it back enough that him and Mathew slipped out. An arrow swishing past Blake's head when disappearing into the mist.

In his running he didn't see right away that Mathew was no longer at his shoulder. “Mathew?” He called out despite the danger. “Mathew?!” Frantic about if he should run back or search nearby. When did he lose sight of him? Did Mathew get ahead of him? Heart wrenched by the sounds of him begging for help. Blake didn't hesitate to run toward the sound.

Arriving to the scene of them hanging Mathew up a tree. Choked by a rope pulled back by a group Blake charged into the line. Knocking them over to drop Mathew to gasp for air at the dirt. Another arrow slammed Blake down next to him after a hit to the shoulder. Hands grabbed onto his chain mail vest to get a grip on him. Unintentionally helping him to his feet he bashed away those who had a hold. Yanking Mathew up by the arm to scare an exit open by wildly swinging his axe. He could've chopped right through them, but that would ruin the whole reason they were there. Goddamn these people! Another flash of an arrow passed his vision. Lungs choking him to wheeze in what air he could. Anger boiling over at this point. I'm an angel, aren't I? I shouldn't be running. He pushed Mathew forward to keep going.

Choking on his words when Blake ran back to the hoard. “What are you doing?!”

“Living up to my title.” If someones going to die first it's gonna be the one with the arrows. Stopping and going with each shot taken his way. On his final approach his burning courage faltered by another hit to the chest. Gritting his teeth from the painful hit he kept forward. Another hit he was sure broke a rib. Then a third hit too high for his liking. He was close and had to find the bow man before another round was loaded. Soon as he saw a figure by a tree he charged at them. The dull end of his axe slammed into the shooter's head. Blake grabbed the cross bow before it had a second to lay on the ground. Roaring at the one he stood over. “Get up!” Gripping what covering they had to get them on their feet. Fighting him to keep the bow or his axe from being taken. He shoved them back into a nearby tree tired of all the fighting. “You want a savior?! You got the Angel of Death instead! I reaped Knoth's soul in the center of Temple Gate itself!” Like he wanted his title scared the fight right out of his captive. “Eat me and all you'll get is deadly food poisoning!” Calming down to not shout his next wording. “I didn't come to kill, I came here to help, but you have to do what I say.” Giving the other a light shake. “Understand?”

They nodded. “Y-yes.”

“Good, go out and tell them I will help them. Not by being eaten!” Slipping out a bottle. “These can help heal you of the disease, but not of the damage it's done over the years. I have many of these and can get more if there's not enough to pass out. I will lead you all out to a new quarantine. One that's safer where you will get better care. This one can be yours.” Passing the bottle to the others hands. “Get everyone to gather by the gate into Temple Gate. Everyone, no matter their condition. Those I cannot help with medicine… I will help them pass on instead.” Guiding the other out into the mist to gather the still hunting hoard. Really hoping that Mathew was safe wherever he ended up and wasn't eaten. He stood still by the tree, crossbow and axe in hand. Allowing the news of his true saving method to spread first. The mist cleared later in the day he tracked his way back to the more town like area. Anxiety almost having him run at the sight of a mob of people. Calming down that this was the place he told them to meet.

Each one passed glances between one another upon seeing him. Whispers murmuring his intimidating title “Angel of Death”. Alongside the news he informed the first of. “Knoth's gone.” “Taken by the Angel.” “Will we be taken too?” They parted from his path to the center of the assembly.

“I have come to save who I can. If you listen to me I will take you out of this dump to a new quarantine zone. Which will be temporary.” He awkwardly announced. “This was not a punishment from the lord. This was never a “disease of the soul.” You were led astray by Knoth. He spread this disease among you and knew he could have helped you at any time, but he didn't. He is no longer here, I killed him. I will be doing what he was supposed to a long time ago. Not by eating me or my friend.” Pulling another bottle off him to hold up. “After taking this medication for a full fourteen days you will be allowed back fully into Temple Gate.” The news brought up many whispers within the crowd. Hushed by Blake continuing his instructions. “I want to save as many as I can, but I need help finding everyone. As the Angel of Death I have one other task. I can't save everyone, despite wanting to.” Delivering the grim news.

“Who shall be taken to the lord?” One asked.

“... Those the medicine cannot help. You probably know who, ones who suffered the longest… Help me find others to save. Those who are the worst will be getting bottles first.” Spreading a way out of the crowd. He was worried at not seeing Mathew within the crowd. They wandered around the disgusting quarantine area. Checking on bodies to confirm they were dead or not. It didn't take long for Blake to find the first of many too far gone. Laying as the living dead left skinless in the dirt. Emaciated as they wheezed without a reaction to anything Blake spoke to them. He took a deep breath to slam the axe down hard as he could. Skull cracking in two for a merciful kill in one hit. It was why he picked his axe so carefully. Its weight offered a strong hit that wouldn't force him to do another one on a poor soul. Careful around handling those piled in ditches. Half piled with the dead while the rest could be living. If that's what it could be called at this point.

Each merciful passing left Blake questioning if this was right. Could he help them some other way? When he saw the next person suffering he knew there was nothing to be done. Even getting them to a real hospital for help wouldn't save them. At most they'd be given heavy painkillers for end of life care. He kept on his sweep for those too far gone. Wanting to make sure no one was forgotten when they left, stuck alone to rot without anybody knowing.

“Blake!” He stopped when Mathew called. Racing to find him standing at the entrance of a tent half collapsed. The look on his face saying it was urgent. Inside he met a woman looking as bad as the rest. Laying in bed covered in an angry red rash that peeled the skin back. Boils not helping the already damaged skin cracking around them. Covered in old bandages that may as well be useless now. Despite her condition she managed to smile at Blake's appearance. “Here's the angel I told you about mom.” Mathew gestured to Blake.

He smiled an awkward. “Hey.” When introduced. taking a small stool nearby he sat beside her resting place. Examining the poor women he knew the disease had stuck with her too long. Judging by how Mathew left to stand outside, he knew it too.

She wheezed out each word.“My son told me about all you've done.”

“Heh, I don't think it's much. How are you feeling?”

“Tired of being sick. The air is too thick to take in anymore. I can't stand since my heart stills between the few beats.” She was honest, but it wasn't what Blake wanted to hear. Her tired eyes settled on the bloody axe in his hands. “I didn't expect to see my son ever again before my time. Always waiting for the night that would be my last. I prayed for it, being the lone thing I had left to look forward to. Before then I prayed that my son would be safe. That I would never see him end up here. From what he's told me, that won't be happening to anyone else. I'm happy to see that my boys in good hands, that's all I really wanted. I have nothing more to pray for.”

Blake dipped his head down to the axe. Standing to continue out his task without another word. Outside Mathew was on the verge of tears. Unable to look at Blake when he finally stepped out of the tent. Breaking down after Blake set a hand on his shoulder. Crumpling into himself to sit and sob into his hands. Refusing to move on even when his arm was tugged on. One arm pulled away from him he gripped onto a bottle Blake set against his hand. Sobs slowing enough to clear the tears from his eyes to stare down at the orange bottle.

“I have to keep going around for a while. Help your mother and move people to the other quarantine. Pass out the rest of the meds once everyone's settled.” Patting the younger man on the back after he cried even harder over the given bottle.

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Ghost • Twenty Two

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 3,807

Kota Two Days Later

I dreaded waking up this morning. It's December 27th, which means Bradley had to return back to NAS-Oceana. I groan sitting up in bed next to Jake, he reaches over and softly rubs my back, "Now I told you Darlin', you and Bradley shouldn't have drank that much last night." I glare over at him, grumbling out a "hmph." He just laughs, handing me some pain killers and some water. I take the meds without question and chug down the water. 

I mumble, "How'd we get home?" Jake laughs softly, "I drove us home, Bradley's on the couch in the living room, and we had to leave your bike at the Hard Deck, we'll drop you off there so you can grab it before we drop Bradley off at the airport." I nod to him rubbing my eyes, my head still pounding with the raging hangover that has consumed my entire being. "Thank you." I softly mutter. 

—

Bradley and I were playing pool at the Hard Deck, every time he missed a shot he had to take a shot, the same rules applied to me. Loser of the game had to chug their drink. We were 4 games in at this point, the scoreboard was even, both 2-2. I was a little more toasted than he was, I missed way more shots than he had but I still somehow managed to win two games. 

After the fourth game, Jake comes over with two glasses of water one each for Bradley and I. "I really don't understand why the both of you feel the need to try to drink the other under the table." He says, sighing and handing the two of us our glasses of water. 

"Be-because–" I hiccup, "–we're competitive." I finish my sentence with another hiccup before I start to down my water, while Jake watches over me.

"Your guy's competitiveness is about to land you both into alcohol poisoning, and embarrassing the shit out of the Navy." Jake says sternly before continuing, "–and before you complain, Penny's already decided to cut you both off for the night, the only thing you two are allowed to order from her is water, soft drinks and food." Bradley and I both flop down on bar stools next to each other, before my drunk ass has the smart idea, "Bet you I can finish this water faster than you!" Bradley drinks down his cup so it's level with mine, "oh you're on! Loser buys us a mess of chili cheese fries!" He retorts. 

Jake just glares at us like we are children, "I really don't think that's a good idea you two. I mean drinking your water is wonderful, but chugging it, you might get sick." He says trying to be the voice of reason but Bradley and I contemplate that reasoning for all of about, point two seconds before we are both counting down, "3...2...1...GO!" And begin chugging our waters. Jake sighs before smacking his palm against his forehead, then scrubbing his hand down his face. He knows we are going to both regret how we feel in the morning. 

I slam my glass down on the table as I finish my water, before throwing my arms up in the air jumping and cheering! "Haha suck it Bradshaw!" Bradley finishes his water, and uses the back of his hand to wipe away the water from his mouth and mustache. "Alright Kazansky I'll give you that one, you've always been the tiny but mighty." He laughs, placing his huge palm on the top of head, ruffling up my hair. I swat at his hands, "Bradley stop it!" I squeal, "You're messing up my hair!" 

He just laughs at me, before walking off to the bar to go order our chili cheese fries that I won us far and square. Jake wraps an arm around me, holding me up. "You alright darlin'?" He questions taking in my appearance. A sort of somber expression had crept its way onto my face as I watched Brad walk over to the bar. "I'm just going to miss him. I just got him back, and he leaves tomorrow." Jake rubs small circles on to my back, "Well enjoy the rest of the time with him, minus the drinks." He leans over to whisper in my ear, "I love you Darlin'." I place a quick peck to his cheek, "I love you too Cowboy, Thank you for understanding." He nods to me.

Brad comes back with the chili cheese fries and him and I both dig in. Jake happens to grab a fry or two but isn't as messy as the drunken two of us are. Jake grabs our glasses, taking them back to the bar, and getting us refills on the water, and some napkins. "What do you wanna do after we finish these?" I say to Bradley while pointing at the fries. 

"Kazansky, I have the perfect idea!" He says eyeing the piano he saw me at just a few days before. "Feel up to singing and playing for old times sake?" He nodded towards said piano. I nod back to him, "Of course Bradshaw! I wish you were here earlier in the week, Penny let me play a few songs for the whole bar!" I say reminiscing on the day earlier in the week that Brad had been at the bar, but I hadn't known it. "I bet you sounded wonderful, Honey." I laughed, "Oh you know it, Stud!" 

Although Bradley and I were toasted beyond belief, when we got up to that piano together you couldn't even tell we were. We played quite a few songs for the bar patrons, and at the end of our performance a patron had given us each a beer, and we both laughed and downed said beer before Jake or Penny could realize what happened. We left not long after Brad and I finished the drinks. 

—

Jake is now sitting up next to me in bed and rubbing my back, when my stomach lurches. I bolt out of bed before sprinting into our shared bathroom and crouching down in front of the toilet. The world spinning, and my head throbbing is enough to toss my cookies into the toilet. Jake comes in to hold my hair back and coos little nothings to me. I look him in the eye once I'm done being sick, and still sitting on the cold bathroom floor, "I fly a multi-million dollar jet, pulling 9 G's sometimes, and I've never tossed my cookies before." I flush the toilet then stand to brush my teeth. Now with a mouth full of toothpaste I finish my statement, "But one rowdy night at the Hard Deck can make me sicker than a dog. I think I'm okay now though, going to attempt to get ready for the day." 

Jake nods walking back into the bedroom, while I quickly hop into the shower. I get my shower, do the rest of my morning routine, get dressed and then walk out towards the living room while I allow Jake to get ready. I hear the showering running as I see Bradley still sleeping on the couch. I grab some water and extra painkillers to give to Brad. I shake him softly to wake him up, hoping to not startle him. "Hey Stud, time to wake up, here's some meds and more water."

Bradley groans, feeling the same way I did when I woke up. "What time is it Honey?" He says groggily, while wiping the sleep from his eyes. "It's almost 9am." I say giggling watching his giant just over 6' frame attempt to stretch out on the tiny couch. Sadly I begin, "You should probably start getting ready, we have to stop back at the Hard Deck before taking you to the airport." I look down, not wanting to meet his gaze after that. He gently sets one of his huge palms down on my knee, and I pat the back of his hand, before standing to walk back to my room so he could get ready.

—

After we all were dressed and ready, I helped Bradley finish packing up, and we all got into Jake's truck and made the short drive to the Hard Deck. Once we get there I jump out of the truck leaving the fellas in the truck. I start up my bike and pull up to Jake's window, "You got my six Cowboy?" I question, and he nods, "Of course, I'll be right behind you, and won't let anyone cut in between us." I smile and nod, "Thanks Cowboy!" I plop my helmet on my head, get connected to my Bluetooth for some tunes, pull my visor down and pull out of the parking lot when it's safe enough for both Jake and I to pull out together. 

—

Jake

I pull out of the parking lot, and follow behind Kota. Kota's been obsessed with the new Morgan Wallen album, and I can see why, it's full of good songs, so I'm content with it playing lowly in the background of our ride to the airport. "She's something else huh?" I hear Bradley pipe up next to me. "Yeah, she really is. She's not afraid to be unapologetically herself. I admire it honestly, but don't let her hear that, I don't need to inflate that already huge Kazansky ego." I replied, earning a very hearty laugh out of Bradley. 

"You know she's missed you a lot?" I say quickly, glancing over to him. "I know, I never meant to hurt her, Ice has been keeping me updated on her." He sighs, "I've kept in contact with him, because I felt bad and didn't know how to approach talking to her again after it had been so long." I nod to him, "Trust me man, no matter how long you go without speaking, she'll always light up when she sees  anything from you. If I was still high school aged, and as untrusting as I was back then, I'd be worried about it, but I'm not, I trust her." I say being completely honest with Bradley. 

"Tell me about her? What's she like flying?" He asks. "Oh she's scary, but not in a reckless way, well sometimes. She's cool headed and calculated. I wouldn't want to be her enemy, that's for sure. I'm also never worried when I'm paired up with her, I know she's got my back, and when she and Tate get teasing or goofy, the comms are fun too, but they stay professional as well." Bradley just listens and soaks in everything I tell him about Kota. 

We sit in silence for a little bit, only the sound of the album playing through the truck's stereo system. I keep my eye on Kota ahead of me, before I hear Bradley clear his throat before speaking again. "Thank you for filling the gap I left in her life." He said softly. "Oh trust me, nothing could ever fully fill that gap Bradshaw. That's your spot, and your spot only, I’ve just kept it warm for you so to speak." I say chuckling. I see in my peripheral vision Bradley crack a smile as well. "You know you're not so bad, Seresin." I hear the other man say. I say chuckling, "You're not so bad yourself Bradshaw." 

Before I knew it we were pulling into the airport's parking lot. Kota parks her bike in a motorcycle only space next to an open car space that I pull into. "Thanks Jake." I nod to Bradley, "No problem! I hope you get to visit again soon, it would be nice for Kota." He nods, grabbing his stuff out of the truck. I roll my window down, "Do you want me to come in or wait for you out here?" She shakes her head no, "Nah, I'll be alright Cowboy, I'm just going to walk him in and then wait for his plane to take off, and then I'll head home." She gets on her tiptoes quickly, sneaking a kiss before helping grab Bradley's stuff, and I call out, "I'll see you back at home Darlin'!" She turns back to me, smiling and waving before heading inside with Brad. I head back home to clean up the house after last night's events. 

—

Kota

I walk inside with Brad, not one of us saying anything the entire walk to the gate. Once we are at his gate, we pull up a spot next to the window, and set his items down. No sooner than putting the items down, I quickly reach for a hug, wrapping my small arms around his waist, and his arms come to rest around my shoulders and his head on top of mine. I speak only loud enough for the two of us to hear, "Hey Stud?" 

"Yeah Honey?" He replies, softly rubbing his cheek against the top of my head. 

I pull away just enough to look him in the eyes, "Do you promise not to leave me again, and stay in touch?" Bradley nods, letting me go from his arms, only to pull his cell phone out of his pocket and begin typing out a text message. My phone chimes a moment later, and I read, "Hey Honey, it's your best friend Roo." I laugh and look up at him. "You kept the name as a callsign?" I say a little excitedly. 

"I sure did Honey! I might've given the squadron a few reasons why it was fitting." He says smirking to me. I chuckle and turn back to my phone, and begin typing out a reply to him which reads, "Hey Stud, it's your bestest friend ever, Ghost." He reads it before looking back at me, this time a little saddened expression on his face, "No Ducky?" I shake my head no, "No, when you're taught to fly by the legendary Iceman and Mav, you end up giving your squadron the sense that all you see is ghosts when you fly. You know, so calculated and ice cold but also as skilled as the sky cowboy that Mav is, you prove to them that all you see are ghosts too, flying mostly undetected." We shared a combined chuckle, "plus someone back in my squadron in Lemoore, their callsign is Ducky, would get a little too confusing." 

Not too much longer later, we hear overhead, "Now calling all active duty Military, or persons with disabilities that need added assistance to board." I sigh softly, chewing the inside of my cheek. Bradley pulls me into another tight hug. I whisper into his chest, "I'm going to miss you Stud." He squeezes me just that much more, "I'm going to miss you even more Honey." We pull away from each other, and Bradley picks up his bag, and walks over to the gate agent. He presents his ID and his boarding pass, and is granted permission to board the plane. I cross my arms over my chest, hugging myself tightly while watching him walk to the ramp. He turns back once more, it now evident he's feeling just as sad as I am, and waves to me. I lift my left arm up and wave a small wave back to him, fighting back tears as I chew on my lip. He then turns back around and boards the plane, and I go take a seat on the floor next to the window.

About 40 minutes later, they called the final boarding call for his plane. As I'm sitting by the window, I hear my phone chime again. I look down to see it’s from Bradley, who is now listed in my phone as Stud with a rooster emoji next to it. I open the message to see a single red heart. I send him back a single red heart as well, and I hear them shut the door to the ramp for the plane. Another 10 minutes goes by, and I watch his plane being pushed out of the terminal, and begin taxiing to the runway. Another few moments later, his plane is racing down the runway and up into the air. I walk out of the airport, plop my helmet back on to my head, hop on my bike, and make my way back home, to meet up with Tate, Javy, and Jake to go to the tattoo shop. 

—

I had texted Jake that instead of coming straight home I was just going to drive around for a bit. I got home around one in the afternoon, and Bradley's plane had taken off at noon. We weren't meeting up with Tate and Javy for another two hours or so. Jake and I took that time to make some lunch and we sat on the couch and turned on Captain America: The First Avenger. As soon as our movie ended, we cleaned up, and then met Javy and Tate at the tattoo shop.

I walk up to Tate and wrap my arm around her shoulder, Jake and Javy standing together now too, "You ready for this TaterTot?" 

"No, not really, but let's turn and burn baby!" Tate says anxiously at the start but turns into pure excitement by the end of the sentence. I chuckle before saying, "Turn and burn babe!" I pulled out the design I thought up for Tate and I to show her. "So I thought we'd get an outline of our F-18, and I'd put a filled in red heart in your seat so I've always got you with me. And then just do another heart outline in my seat."

"Kota–" Tate says, pausing to wipe at her now glossy eyes, "–I love that idea so much! Do you know where you're getting yours placed?" I nod back to her, and point to right behind my right ear. "Do you know where you're getting yours?" She shakes her head no to me, "I hadn't figured it out just yet, but I like the idea of behind the ear, maybe I'll do the same as you." 

I nod, and we are met by our artist, who takes us all back to their room. I nudged Tate, "You go first, you're only getting the one tattoo." She looks at me confused. "I decided while I'm here I'm going to get a few more tattoos for the people that mean the most to me." I say smiling and looking towards Javy and Jake. 

I pass off the design to our artist and they get the stencil made up for Tate and I, placing it on both of us, and we both go to the mirror to check the stencil. It's exactly as I thought it would be, it's perfect. Tate gets hers done, but needed Javy and I to hold her hand. I decided in the meantime to help distract her that I'd sing some of her favorite songs, and that worked very well. 

It was finally my turn and I took extra care to explain all my ideas to my artist. "So this is kind of a laundry list of ideas." The artist nods to me taking in everything I want to get and then it's my turn to get up on the table. I get my matching F-18 with Tate, her seat in the plane on my tattoo is filled in red so I have her with me everywhere I go, while my seat has an open heart, Tate's is the exact same as mine but my seat is filled in for her, and her seat is the open heart. 

My next tattoo I get, is about an inch by an inch. It's an ice cube placed on my right wrist. Inside of the ice cube is a lightning bolt that looks to be carved into the ice. It's in honor of my father, the legendary Iceman, and his Lightning bolt on his helmet. 

My next tattoo is a design for me and my two best guys, Bradley and Jake. It's a pair of aviator sunglasses to represent Bradley, placed on the left side of my rib cage. In one of the lenses of the sunglasses is a sunrise, to represent Jake, and in the other lens is a moonscape to represent me. 

My last tattoo is probably the funniest of them all. I ended up getting a Wile E. Coyote tattooed on the outside of my right ankle to represent Coyote. I spent the entire time during each of the tattoos napping, they gang just looked at me like I had 3 heads or something. 

Once they were all said and done, I walked over to the mirror and looked at them all. I was overwhelmed by how much I loved each of them, because they were all pieces of the people I loved the most. I couldn't contain the tears that welled up and over my lashes, these were the most important people in my life and I now get the honor of carrying them everywhere with me. 

I eventually turned around and showed my friends the tattoos I had gotten, and they all got a little misty eyed as well. I quickly turned back to the mirror, and lifted up my shirt to expose the tattoo meant for Jake, Bradley and I. I quickly snapped a photo, and texted it to Bradley, knowing he should be landing anytime soon, with a caption of "spur of the moment decision, I don't regret a thing. Tag yourself!" 

We all went to end our day with dinner at the diner where the parent trap date had happened just a few months ago. Javy and Tate sat on one side of the booth, while Jake and I sat together on our side. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Darlin' I love your new tattoos, especially that little glasses number." 

"I figured you would, it ties in with my two best guys." I smile back leaning more into his side, while his left arm is wrapped around my shoulder. 

My phone goes off, and I look down to see who had just messaged me. I smiled even wider to see "Stud 🐓" pop up on my phone. I quickly opened the message to see a photo of Bradley with misty eyes. While I've got the message still open another one comes through, "I'm definitely the Aviators!" I chuckle at his comment and show Jake the message, "Looks like Bradley loves it too!" 

We have our dinner, and then invite Tate and Javy over to watch more Marvel movies with us. We spent the last few days of our holiday break inviting the two of them over to finish our Marvel movie marathon. As quickly as this break had started, it was ending just that quick, if not feeling quicker than it had started.

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Disney Channel One-Shots

by Fan_of_many_things

Just some One Shots for some of my Disney Channel Ships

This is a mix of Canon and Non Canon ships while also having Crossover Ships

Summary for this One Shot:

Matteo and Gwen decide to finally go on a date away from camp

Words: 1093, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Andi Mack (TV), Girl Meets World, Bunk'd (TV 2015), Mighty Med (TV 2013), Lab Rats: Elite Force (TV), Lab Rats (TV 2012)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Amber (Andi Mack), Andi Mack, Buffy Driscoll, Cyrus Goodman, Iris (Andi Mack), Jonah Beck, Libby (Andi Mack), Marty (Andi Mack), T. J. Kippen, Walker Brodsky, Riley Matthews, Maya Hart, Lucas Friar, Farkle Minkus, Isadora Smackle, Isaiah "Zay" Babineaux, Jessie Prescott, Emma Ross, Zuri Ross, Ravi Ross, Xander McCormick, Lou Hockhauser, Griff Jones-McCormick, Noah Lambert, Ava King, Matteo Silva, Destiny Baker, Finn Sawyer, Gwen Flores, Bree Davenport, Chase Davenport, Skylar Storm, Kaz (Mighty Med & Lab Rats: Elite Force)

Relationships: Cyrus Goodman/T. J. Kippen, Maya Hart/Riley Matthews, Griff Jones-McCormick/Zuri Ross, Gwen Flores/Matteo Silva, Bree Davenport/Skylar Storm, Chase Davenport/Kaz

Additional Tags: Lesbian Amber (Andi Mack), Pansexual Andi Mack, Bisexual Jonah Beck, Trans Marty (Andi Mack), Pansexual Libby (Andi Mack), Lesbian Iris (Andi Mack), Pansexual Walker Brodsky, T. J. Kippen & Amber Are Siblings, T. J. Kippen & Marty Are Cousins, Bisexual Chase Davenport, Bisexual Leo Dooley, Gay Kaz (Mighty Med & Lab Rats: Elite Force), Lesbian Skylar Storm, Canon Gay Character, Canon Gay Relationship, One Shot, Fluff, Angst, One Shot Collection, Lesbian Bree Davenport, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Fandoms Not Mentioned in Tags, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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OMGGGG I SWEAR TO GOSH I REMEMBER ADDING MY INTEREST ABOUT THAT FACT IN ONE OF MY POSTS!

I think it was about how Oliver should’ve been able to cure Skylar and that’s why it’s cannon in my AU that he actually made a special shot she has to take once a month to stop her limbs from exploding as well as making her swoons and junk so she isn’t hurt while doing hero work and stuff. I get that the mighty med crew were stringing things along for plots and giggles but I wish they had forseen the future and just made it to where Olí healed her (as much as he could) like he said he would. ( Not on romance stuff really just platonic love and a promise he actually tries to keep)

That’s a bit less about how Chase is actually average without his chip but I think about that specific part of it too. Just that that’s why he’s so up in arms about being the smartest man in the world. Like he knows he can’t function in any “special” way without the chip. If he doesn’t have it he’s not special he’s not likable he’s just some selfish rich guys son. ( I mean he’s still really buff and I doubt the martial arts and defense skills are bionic sense Davenport said Adam and Bree also got that training could be wrong though I rewatch Kickin it more then this show 😭 but the shows very adamant that the clearly buff and handsome guy is a weak little shrimp sooo)

I bet that’s why he was so competitive with that one smart guy from the elevator episode… whats his face. Chase may be smartest in the world with his one of a kind smarty chip but as soon as he takes it out he’s much less intelligent then this guy who doesn’t need a chip to be smart. Yo they could’ve had a Tony stark and Steve Rodger’s dialogue where What’s his fave is like “ Without that chip what are you.” And Chase can’t even think of anything to say. The messy editor of the show makes the stock “ ohhhhhhh” sound play as Billy looks around at everyone on set and then the theme song plays and fades to an ad about fucking glowing balls that nobody is buying for 24.99.

I dunno why I’m imaging this on cable back in the early 2010s I’ve been feeling nostalgic for that era since everything that’s been happening. You really woulda caught my ass thinking the world was gonna be dope asf back then. Damn.

Anyway enough yapping from me sorry 😛

Chase canonically being dumb without his chip fills me with too much joy.

We've seen it a few times in the show, most notably Chip Switch and Lab Rats vs Mighty Med

It also just proves that his super intelligence isn't actual intelligence but more like cell phone features. He can search things up on a whim just in his brain and thus never had to really learn anything. I think it'd be like when you study for a test and then immediately forget the material when you move on to the next subject.

He lived through learning everything, but he's so reliant on his chip to store information for him that his memory just kinda doesn't know how to function without it.