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Icon Duo| Ronin

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Reader: female | Ronin & Reader (platonic | siblings)

Warnings: death :), some cursing, weapons, fighting, arguing, all that good stuff, nothing too detailed in the fighting.

Notes: This is because of two edits I saw on Instagram; am I ashamed? Maybe- But it's my hyper fixation and I get to choose it

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"Get up!"

"Five more minutes!"

Ronin rolled his eyes, "Come on."

He pulled the blanket off Y/n as she groaned.

"We'll be late." He argued, causing her to groan and sit up and look out the window.

"It's not even light out."

"Leaf Men rise early."

"Good thing I'm not a Leaf Men." Y/n argued, reaching to grab her blanket, which he only pulled out of reach.

"You are as long as you live with me," Ronin ordered.

"Last time I checked, I don't have a choice in that." Y/n defended.

"Then you don't have a choice in this either." He argued causing Y/n to groan and stand up; "I promised our parents you'd be a Leaf Man, a good one at that-"

"That's a real annoying excuse- stop taking orphans in when you don't know how to care for them," Y/n defended, she only received a glare from her brother; "Can you go so I can get dressed now?"

He left, and with her blanket. Y/n sighed and got ready for the day; trousers, and a long sleeve that went just past her elbows before dressing in her armor. On her way out she grabbed her belt with her sheathed sword, quiver, and small pack, securing it to her belt she closed the door behind her with her foot and a yawn.

"We're late."

"No, everyone's just early."

Y/n earned another stern glare and eyebrow raise from Ronin, and once again she waved and rolled her eyes at it.

"Forgetting something?" He argued holding out her bow which she grabbed.

"no,"

"You're helmet."

"oh in your dreams Ronin," Y/n snapped kicking open the door with her foot where the chilly air of morning greeted her.

"It's uniform."

"Is it?" Y/n gasped; "Oh if it's that, then it can get a fat drink of poison and die too."

Ronin walked out following her, closing the door behind him; "What are you gonna do when you get shot in the head and die?"

Y/n whistled as two hummingbirds flew their way; "Just that Ronin, I'll roll over and die."

Y/n climbed onto her hummingbird, Ronin grabbing the reins of her bird; "When are you going to grow up."

"When you do." Y/n told, grabbing the reins back; "Good hunting."

She clicked her tonnage as the bird took off, Ronin sighing. What was he to do with her? She was sixteen; most Leaf Men started training early; though she was younger than most...all, she was younger than all Leaf men currently in training; and she was already on the field with real work, not just basic escorts; boggin fighting; killing the dreaded dark forest that ventured too far into the light. Y/n was good at that too; most summed it up to his work, Ronin leader of the Leaf man militia. It was really her; her restlessness to defy him, to be who she wanted to be.

What she needed to be was safe; Ronin had drilled that much into his own head; she needed to be safe, and he was the only one that could do that even with how well-trained she was.

"He just doesn't get it!" Y/n argued, "I don't want to be a Leaf Man!

She kicked up water as she stood on the lily pad.

"Being a Leaf Man is a high honor!" Grub defended, "I've always wanted to be a Leaf Man! Flying high with my brothers and sisters in arms!"

"Trust me it's a lot less glorious than it sounds." She argued flopping back onto the lily pad; water splashing up.

"Could you not splash around! Being around pods is a delicate operation." Mub argued.

"Right sorry." Y/n apologized, "I just don't get it! Grow up!? Grow up? I would love to grow up before I got shot off my damn bird! I want to be something! Do something!"

"Well, why not tell your brother that?" Grub asked.

"oh please, the only time I'm even allowed out of the house is if I'm 'being a Leaf Man.' Whatever the boysenberries and carp that means! He's...He's just so!-"

"-frustrating!" Ronin complained, "She's as bad as Nod! Worse, even! Runs off to do whatever and whatever she pleases! She'll get herself killed!"

The hummingbird was silent as Ronin sighed, lifting up a hollowed-out acorn filled with flower sap for the bird to eat, both at the Leaf Men headquarters stables. Y/n is nowhere to be seen; nowhere to be heard, and not even checked in for the day.

"She'll be the death of me," Ronin grumbled, pulling away the empty acorn to refill it for the bird.

Y/n came flying in quickly, hopping off her bird before it even touched the ground.

"Where were you?" Ronin argued.

"Not kissing your ass." Y/n told, "trust me when I tell you a lot of people do it."

"You were due an hour ago!"

Y/n didn't say anything and led her bird to her stall; already fed from some flowers on the way there.

"Y/n I'm talking to you," Ronin ordered, Y/n only continuing on her way, wet footsteps following her.

It was best not to ask as she vanished into headquarters halls.

"You're late again!" Ronin's second hand called, standing by the check-in cards.

"Oh no, I'm so scared." Y/n quivered, the act soon dropping as she went straight-faced, "Bite me."

He only laughed, "I got you anyway, and on time, well; on Ronin's on time."

He held out Y/n's check-in card, and she sighed; "thanks."

Placing it in the small slot for safe keeping she was thrown a piece of fruit wrapped in a leaf by him.

"What are you two fighting about now?" He asked, the two starting down the hall for daily assignments.

"The same thing, again."

"Hate to say it, but if you're going to leave; might as well leave. What good are you doing us if you don't want to be here?"

"That's brutally honest. Thanks."

They laughed; eating breakfast together. They made their way to the assignment hall, finding their names quickly. He was in Ronin's squad as usual, and Y/n...Y/n was joining him, causing her to groan.

"Think it's early enough to leave now?" Y/n asked.

"Ronin knows your here?"

Y/n nodded.

"He'll track you in a heartbeat."

"Damn..." Y/n mumbled.

"Scouting Partners then?" He questioned.

"Yeah. Before I have to hear Ronin lecture me for the whole day."

With it set: the two were scouting partners for the day, they made their way to the stables to grab their birds, and then meet up with the rest of the group. Then their daily debrief started; what was happening: how Boggin activity has been; increasing, as it always had been of late.

Y/n mimicked him behind the group: two other soldiers were trying not to laugh, yet it was increasingly getting harder.

"y/n." Ronin snapped.

She stopped, "You have something to add to the group?"

"If I say no can I go home?" Y/n asked, snickering coming from others.

Ronin's forever glared hardened, but it was soon let go, she'd probably get chewed out for it later.

"The queen chooses a new heir within the upcoming days, I need everyone at their best, and I mean everyone."

It was in the next few minutes that they took off. The sun was rising, it was one thing that was the real kicker of the job; seeing it every morning never got old. It brought back old memories.

"Can I!? Can I go with you!" A young Y/n begged, "please! Oh please!"

"And what are you wearing?" Ronin laughed, his helmet he couldn't find on her head, and her own hand-carved bow and hand-sewed quiver on her back.

"Please!" Y/n pleaded with her "I've been practicing my archery! I could beat you!"

"is that so?" Ronin smiled watching his sister nod excitingly, "You have to stay close, but alright-"

"Yes! Alright!" Y/n cheered, jumping happily into the air, a little too high as she hit her head, the helmet too big for her and hitting her head hard, "Ow.."

Ronin chuckled, "Come on."

He held out an arm as she jumped into his grasp, hugging her brother tightly.

Y/n smiled at the thought of it, she use to be so excited to go out with Ronin and sat in front of him on his bird, he hanging onto her tightly; her excitement usually got the better of her and she'd usually jump off at the bird before it fully landed, excited to explore the scouting area.

The times he did take her out when she was young, she had only been involved in one head-on Boggin fight. There was always a hiding place for Y/n if there was an attack.

Ronin and his group thought they had gotten the small scouting squad of Boggins until Ronin heard Y/n's scream, he rushed for the hiding spot just to see her gone. Ronin shouted for her, worry painting his face, another shout coming from her. He found not her but a Boggin; on the ground, dead. It was the rustled leaves that caused him to draw his sword and be ready to take the attack when Y/n ran out, face cut, and full of dirt.

"Big Brother!"

"Y/n!"

She had run into his arms, holding onto him tight, and he held on to her tighter before he pulled away to look at her.

"You're okay?" He asked, she nodded, she had a look of fear in her eyes, as she looked past him.

"Did...Did I do that?"

"Hey, it was you or him- look at me." He told holding her face, "You did nothing wrong."

"Promise?"

"With my only good eye." He promised, and he closed his right eye, "Wait it's the other one."

Y/n giggled as he smiled and picked her up, "Come on, I think that's enough adventure for you today."

Y/n's train of thought was broken when Ronin ordered birds to be perched.

"I want two in a group, keep tight and have each other's back." Ronin ordered, "Y/n your with me."

"I have a partner."

"That wasn't a recommendation," he ordered.

Y/n sighed looking at Ronin's usual second in command, "Good luck." he muttered.

"Thanks." Y/n sighed getting off her bird to follow her brother.

She lagged behind him slightly; mind other places.

"You're quiet." He commented.

"What?" Y/n asked.

"You, quiet," Ronin repeated, "What did you do now?"

"I didn't do anything." Y/n argued, "But being myself seems to really tick you off nowadays."

"Don't be dramatic," Ronin told.

"Easy to be dramatic when your brother hates you." Y/n defended.

"I don't hate you." He told hopping down from the branch.

"I feel like you do even if you say you don't," Y/n answered.

Ronin looked back at her, she wasn't lying, "Now why would you think that?"

"Honest?" Y/n asked.

Ronin nodded, "Honest."

"Promise not to get mad?"

"Promise."

Y/n sighed, setting down her bow against a stone as she sat down on it; "I think you just don't like me."

"That's your reason? I just don't like you?" Ronin questioned.

"Resentment." Y/n continued, "I think you resent me."

Ronin was quiet, "Well I don't so get your head in the game-"

"That's it." Y/n argued, "You're doing it-"

"Doing what exactly?"

"Not talking things out with me 'Well I don't so get your head in the game?' that's all I get?"

"What do you want me to do? treat you like a kid?"

"I want my big brother back! Not some! Some! Some stupid ass general!" Y/n argued.

"I am your commanding officer-"

"No!" Y/n stopped him standing up, "You're my brother! I don't love my commanding officer! I love my brother!-"

"I am your brother!"

"no! You're my commanding officer- you're never my brother not anymore!"

"You're being dramatic!-"

"It's how I feel!" Y/n defended, "You never talk about how you feel! Maybe we could actually fix things instead of arguing!"

"How I feel!?" Ronin argued. "You wanna know how I feel!?"

"Yes!"

"I do hate you! Does that make you happy?!" He argued; seemingly just trying to end the conversation by making her right, yet his words weighed heavy, "You won't take responsibility, you won't grow up, Our Mother-"

"News Flash Ronin our Mother has been dead for sixteen years! So don't drag her into this!-"

"And who's fault is that?!"

It wasn't meant to come out like that, yet it did. The silence grew thick, Y/n trying to hold herself still even though her body wanted to shake. Ronin opened his mouth to speak but retracted. Y/n made the first move in silence, grabbing her bow.

"Y/n I-"

Y/n was silent as she walked his way; running her shoulder into his without a care as she pushed on. Ronin sighed and followed her, lagging behind her he watched her tight shoulders push forward. The rest of their time was set in silence, painful silence when they regrouped with the others; there was only silence, and the few words spoken were necessary and bleak.

The silence went from hours to days. The days that led up to the queen's pod choosing the new heir were silent. Get up; get dressed, and leave. For most of those few days Ronin stood at her doorframe, the bed a mess, and her armor gone, her bird gone too. Up and out of there before Ronin could even wake himself up fully. The only time he really saw her was at the bird stables, or within scouting. She was quick to run off with another team member before he could comment.

"What's got you in a worse mood than usual?" Queen Tara chuckled, tending to a small little purple tulip, "Now I know your quiet, but never this quiet. It's scary almost."

"It's my sister, your majesty," Ronin answered.

"Y/n?" Tara smiled, "How's she doing?"

"Fine..." Ronin lied, as she looked at him cocking a brow up; "I don't know. I don't see her."

Tara frowned, "Don't see her? She's a little young to be living on her own don't you think?"

"She's sixteen." Ronin answered, "She's grown, and still lives with me, not that that's the problem,"

"Sixteen and Grown?" Tara chuckled, "When she was eight you were telling me she's not grown until she's one-hundred and one. What happened?"

"Nothing I can't handle."

Tara hummed, "Doesn't sound like a boy; you're hiding it, and If I know you and Y/n, you did something you regret; you both do that silent treatment to the whole world when that happens."

"We had an argument is all," Ronin informed tensing, "I said some things, I shouldn't have."

"Ronin, talk to her." Tara started, " There's one thing I know, and that's that she loves her big brother. She looks up to you, Ronin."

Ronin was silent, Y/n loving Ronin? Surely not after that argument. Big brother Ronin fails once again.

"Thank you for your time your Queen Tara." Ronin bid farewell with the bow of his head.

Tara only nodded as she watched Ronin walk off. He was deep in thought; conflict really, he messed up, he knew that. Yet explaining his feelings never came any easier than admitting he even had feelings. Ronin didn't, not in his eyes; he kept his emotions in some little box that he threw away the key to. His job was more important; keeping the people safe was more important, and that's what he did. That's what he tried. The parade showed how much of a failure he was. It made him feel that way again. It was meant to go smoothly; grab a pod, get out. Easy and simple. Easily and Simple is just saying things are black and white when nothing truly is. Y/n again; avoided him; someone that would usually calm his nerves, he only saw her once or twice, dressed in uniform, standing at her post; she was still, nothing but seemingly a hard glare, she looked like him; unfortunately.

The parade? A disaster-filled mess with a Boggin ambush at the center of it all, ending with a dead queen. Ending with a dead friend. Ronin was supposed to be there; Not Y/n.

"You'll be okay." Y/n told Tara, "You'll be okay, you'll be okay."

The Queen looked up at her half dead in Y/n's arms, "Do me a solid, stick with you, brother - can't imagine one of you without the other. The worlds lost with that duo."

Y/n couldn't help but smile sadly as tears fell down her face, it was like Tara to make jest in her final moments. She let out a cry as she fell limp in Y/n's arms.

Ronin had gotten there too late, he watching the queen fade away in his sister's arms. Y/n stood up trying to cover up her face from the girl in front of her.

"I'm...sorry-"

"Y/n!"

Ronin ran over, "Are you hurt?"

Y/n kept her body turned away, "Y/n please."

With a careful hand, her face was grabbed, and soon, he had her face between both his hands. He looked her over for injury, a few cuts here and there, a bruise would form alongside her lip, before she rushed into his chest, holding onto her tightly.

"The queen...I.I," She cried, holding onto him tight, "I. I didn't - It's. It's my fault."

"It's...it's not your fault. Look at me." He told her, she looked up at him with glossy eyes and a tear-stained face," it's not your fault, listen to me."

Y/n looked up at him, holding onto his forearms gauntlet, "Go back to Moonhaven, I need you to stay safe-"

Y/n shook her head, "Go back to Moonhaven-"

"No way," Y/n argued, "I can help- Ronin please."

"Y/n. Go back to Moonhaven. Please."

"Ronin-"

"Please."

Y/n looked up at him and nodded in silence, wiping her face of mostly dry tears with her gloved hands she started to back up, finally turning to make it to her bird, only to turn back and rush into his arms again hugging him one last time, he hugging her back, before returning to her bird. As she climbed up onto her bird, she looked at Ronin one last time before flicking the reins and she was off and into the air.

She couldn't help but keep looking back; she shouldn't be helping him in the first place, not after their argument, not after what he said. She couldn't help it at the end of the day; Ronin was the last thing Y/n had, and it went both ways. Or maybe it was the guilt, maybe Y/n agreed with her brother, maybe she did feel responsible for what happened to their Mother, now she had let the queen die, and her brother seemed next in line for the chopping block; he'd die fixing her mistake. It'd be her fault. She perched her bird on a branch, Moonhaven just below. She could continue forward, and then again, she could turn back; go and help her brother.

"Come on!" Y/n shouted, pulling her reins to turn the bird around and she was off in the direction she came from.

When she returned to the spot, her brother was gone, she looked around for tracks, but only found a slime trail that ended pretty shortly where some hummingbird tracks sat facing North.

She hopped on her bird, quickly flying in the direction of North. Luckily her ego wasn't so large that she stopped and asked for directions from multiple people who lived in the forest.

"Leaf Man? You're the first Leaf Man I've seen here." One told

"Oh no sorry dearie." Another answered.

"Nope sorry." The next apologized.

"Oh yeah, I seen a leaf man! with two slugs on his bird weird." A stickman answered.

"Can we be Leaf Men!?" A kid asked.

"yeah, can we miss!" A second kid asked.

Y/n backtracked; "Wait you saw a Leaf Man with two slugs on his bird?"

The stickman nodded, "Yeah, poor bird looks like it was struggling, they were going towards the races."

"Thank you so much, sir."

"no problem."

Y/n took off quickly towards the racing tree. Docking her bird just outside the game stables she walked in, she heard people talking she quickly took behind a wall.

"Kid thinks he can double cross me- he'll wish he never was born. We get rid of Ronin and the kid's easy pickings,"

Y/n unsheathed her sword quietly as she crept forward, quick to press the tip of her sword against the fancily dressed toad. His goons getting ready to fight at the sight of her.

"You wanna run that by me one more time?" Y/n argued.

"Well, if it isn't the dog that lives in Ronin's shadow-"

"Cut the crap before I cut your non-existent cock off." Y/n snapped, "Where's Ronin?"

"And why would I tell you-"

Y/n pushed the tip of her sword farther into his clothed back; not enough to pierce skin, but until his coat was cut, he croaked in fear.

"The good thing about being in the shadows is that no one realizes you till it's too late." Y/n threatened, "Now where's my brother?"

"He took the kid and that damn pod to Nim Galuu's !" He answered quickly.

"Who's the kid!" Y/n argued the sword was easily able to cut threw him right then and there.

"Nod! yeah! Nod he took Nod with 'em, and his gear! Had a chick with 'em and slugs"

"Go." Y/n ordered pushing the toad forward, "Before I have toad for dinner."

He growled at her, the gang members following. The toad looked around to look glare at her, but she was gone, on her bird, and already off to Nim's place. They had two birds, two slugs, and three people. They couldn't be far ahead now, and they weren't.

Screaming caught her ear as she quickly followed the sound through the forest. She had no idea she was flying into a large group of Boggin bats.

"Shit!" She cursed flying into the tree quickly for cover. No one luckily spotting her.

When the bats subsided, she took flight once again and to the ground where she heard the shouting.

"Did you see that!? I didn't think I could jump that high!"

"Jump out!"

Y/n jumped off her bird before it even landed and fell into the hole. The mouse stood on its hind legs, Y/n looking up at it as she snarled and growled at it, lurching at it even to scare it off, and with success she did, it ran it off back into its hole.

She sighed in relief and turned around.

"Hey! Y/n!" Nod cheered jumping down.

Y/n looked his way: "you're an idiot."

"Get it from you." He laughed, Y/n shaking her head.

"You're older than me. Remember?"

"Oh. I am aren't I?" He chuckled nervously, "Guess you do get it from me."

There was a thud, Ronin landing besides the two.

"I told you to go back to Moonhaven," Ronin argued.

"And I decided not to listen. With the most respect as possible, that is." Y/n answered.

"Woah. Wait, respect? Are you two actually cool for once?" Nod laughed, "Seriously?"

"Are you alright?" Y/n asked walking over to the knocked-out girl.

"Mhm. Dad- you'll never guess the dream I had. There were tiny men in the woods and talking slugs-"

Y/n stood above her with cross arms, Ronin and Nod coming up beside her.

"Aw, come on." She complained, "Did one of you split in half?"

"Do I really look like Ronin that much?" Y/n asked.

"Will you take that as an insult or a compliment?" Nod asked, causing Y/n to punch him in the arm, "Uh! Ow!"

"Should I punch you harder?"

"No! No, I'm good!"

Y/n helped the girl up.

"New seating arrangement, she's with me. You're with the slugs." Ronin commented whistling to call his bird.

"What! No fair!" Nod argued, "Have Y/n take one of the slugs!"

"Alright. Grub you're with me." Y/n told, whistling for her own bird.

"yes!" Grub cheered.

"No, Y/n's returning to Moonhaven."

"She didn't go back the first time, what makes you think she's gonna go back this time?" Nod questioned, the three looking Y/n's way, she tossing Grub on the back of her bird.

"Can I wear your helmet?" Grub asked.

"Yeah, to be honest, I don't like wearing it even," Y/n answered pulling it out from her satchel attached to her saddle and putting it on his head without care.

Ronin sighed; Nod was right about this.; "If she gets hurt that's on you."

"Come on its Y/n we're talking about." Nod laughed, "She'll bust Boggins up easily."

"Come on," Ronin told M.K. who followed him to his bird.

With weight distributed more even, travel was a lot easier. They were flying in silence for a while.

"So." M.K. spoke up, "Who is she? one of your soldiers?"

Ronin glanced back at M.K. and then toward Y/n; "Her names Y/n."

"Pretty name."

"It was our Mother's name," Ronin told.

"You're siblings?" M.K. asked, Ronin nodding; "You guys seem to have a good relationship"

"Looks can be deceiving."

"you're serious?" M.K. asked in disbelief, "She's a mini you."

"So, you've said." Ronin commented looking over at Y/n who was keeping idle chatter with the snail behind her, "She's got a lot of things I don't."

"Like?" M.K. asked as Ronin perched his bird, Nod and Y/n following as Ronin scouted the area out.

"Clear." Ronin told the bird taking off again, "She's got a heart, and compassion for everyone, even if you're her worse enemy,"

"Well, how bad is her worse enemy?" M.K. asked Ronin stopping the group one more time, before pushing forward.

"You're looking at him," Ronin answered.

"You? Her worst enemy? But you're her brother." M.K. defended.

"The ones that know us the best hurt us the worse," Ronin informed, "and I've hurt her pretty bad."

Y/n whistled to catch Ronin's attention, "Nim's place on happy hour?" Y/n called out to Ronin, perching their birds for a final time to overlook the overflow of people.

"I thought this was a secret Leaf Man Mission; how many people did the Queen tell about this?" Grub asked, "hey! How did you learn about us?"

Y/n looked back at her friend, "Oh I threatened to cut off that toad's-"

"that's enough." Ronin stopped her Y/n shrugged, and he sighed, rubbing over his face; that was his sister alright.

"Anyways he ended up croaking and telling me he saw you guys leave together."

"Wow." Nod spoke, "You know you should threaten people more often, I'd love to see that fight."

"I would too, but it's not a fight if I just beat people up." Y/n commented, "I'll see you down there."

"Hey! Wait up!" Nod called.

Ronin quickly followed the two, Y/n hopping off her bird and helping Grub off it after her, the others following close behind.

"He'll be able to help us right?" M.K. asked.

Y/n watched as Ronin nodded, "If that's what the queen said, then this is the best option we have."

"Can't we just stab Mandrake?" Y/n asked.

"If it was that easy I would have done it myself," Ronin commented Y/n shrugged.

"He has to be able to help us," M.K. reassured the group; "He's like the wise old man of the forest, right?"

"Oh please," Y/n mumbled.

"He's more of like the crazy uncle," Nod told, "He's real... what's the word."

"Theatrical?" Y/n answered, "Showy? Spotlight lover?

"Yeah, that." Nod smiled, "He can put on a good show."

Y/n was silent as they made their way through; parties weren't her thing, too many people close together, no space to turn, it'd get hot and sticky too quick. Not to mention she didn't really know how to act at a party. She pulled at her collar, it was getting hot, rubbing the back of her neck as if something was bothering her. Her eyes darting around for what seemed to be an escape.

"Come on." Ronin spoke, hand on the mid of her back, "You're lagging."

"I don't like this."

"I know you don't, just stay close."

Ronin was quick to guide her through the crowd and to the side where the rest of the group waited. She looked back at him.

"Thanks..."

"It's what I'm here for."

Y/n nodded, "Yeah..."

Ronin was quiet, keeping his sigh to himself; they'd have to talk about it eventually. But with them actively with no task at hand but waiting today was the first time they talked in a week. They just, stared, at each other in awkward silence, who speaks first?

"Ronin!" Nim called, breaking his train of thought, "The queen, did you hear!? This is terrible! What's going to happen to us!"

Ronin explained, the queen's passing, how, and what were the next steps. Y/n stood quiet during the whole thing, she watching her brother. Nim finally guided them through the tree.

"Are you alright?" M.K. asked quietly walking beside Y/n.

"I'm fine." Y/n told her, "Thanks...uh..."

"I'm M.K." She introduced.

"Y/n." Y/n spoke a small smile coming to her lips, "Nice to finally be introduced,"

"Same here." M.K. smiled back; "Us girls gotta stick together you know."

"uh, yeah." Y/n responded unsure, "Like honey...?"

"That's one way to put it." M.K. laughed, the two girls starting to lag behind the group, "friends then?"

"Friends?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah." M.K. spoke, "You have friends here right? or is there another term for it-"

"No, I. Don't think I'd ever have a girlfriend though," Y/n responded rubbing the back of her neck embarrassingly.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah,"

"you have one now," M.K. spoke a smile in her voice, punching Y/n on her armored shoulder as Y/n chuckled.

"Catch up would you two!" Nod called, Y/n quick to make haste with M.K. following behind her as they all squeezed into a lift which was lowered down.

"Welcome to the scroll rooms!" Nim cheered passing layers and layers of scrolls, "Everything here, past and present."

"So this conversation is being recorded?" Grub asked.

"Yep," Nim told, enthusiasm lacing his voice.

"And this?" Mub asked, sucking his eyeballs into his head.

"Yes," Nim answered.

"What about this?" They both asked, using their eyeballs and knockers, the ones you'd get as a kid on a string.

"Yes," Nim told, a slight change in his tone was subtle but was soon replaced as the lift stopped and they filled out.

"Ah ha!" He smiled, "Should be right here!"

He grabbed it thanking the bug who was carrying it and ripped it up, uncaring about the cleanup.

"Aw, man," Mub complained.

"you've read all of these?" M.K. asked.

"Skimmed mostly," Nim answered, "Now, blooming a pod."

Y/n started to wander.

"Don't go too far," Ronin commented.

"Yeah, yeah." Y/n waved him off casually walking to one of the rows, "Don't worry about me."

Ronin only sighed.

"Here! it is," Nim spoke, "now, let's see... good thing is, once the Queen picks a pod, it will bloom no matter what, but the pod must bloom tonight, at moonlight's highest peak."

"And if it doesn't bloom in the moonlight?" Grub asked, Nim shrugging.

"To be honest termites have been a problem," Nim answered showing the ripped-up scroll end.

"We won't have to worry about that." Ronin spoke, "We'll make a plan to get some energy back."

Ronin walked off, and the others followed him.

"Y/n!" Ronin called for her.

"I'm coming," Y/n called back, making her way back to the lift.

"Hey, before we go back up." Nim stopped her Y/n turning her way.

"yes sir?" Y/n asked.

"Sir? Come on we're family!" He cheered, which Y/n could only raise a brow to, and his response was a laugh, "I knew your Mother very well, we were like two peas in a pod."

"Nice to know she made a lasting impression." Y/n answered, "Sorry to tell you-"

"She's gone I know; I should be the one sorry," Nim told, "You look just like her you know; she'd be proud, Leaf Man's a high honor, and at your age, you're one the first."

Y/n smiled small, "...thanks..."

"Anyway, she'd asked me to give you this, when you came, came with a note and everything that when you came by you'd be ready," Nim told, passing a scroll up his arms and to Y/n which she took with caution, a red string around it to keep it closed, with a little note tied to it, "She had sent it before she past away, I assume just before you were born."

"What is it?"

"I don't know, not my story to read," Nim answered, Y/n looking at the red string tied around it.

She started to untie it, but he stopped her, "It's yours to keep, don't feel pressured to read it here."

Y/n stopped, "Thank you."

The two made their way back to the lift, she took her previous spot and looked down at the scroll in her hand, quietly fiddling with the note on the string, finally, she opened it, Ronin and her name wrote nicely on the small folded paper, then made it to the main halls again.

"eat something, get something to drink, get your energy back," Ronin ordered the group, "Whatever you do stay with the pod."

Nim was kind enough to guide everyone to food and water. Ronin went a separate way from the group, Y/n following her brother.

He stopped by a window, which was really just a hole in the tree depending on how you looked at it.

"I'll take the first watch." Y/n told; "You should go eat first."

"I'll be fine." Ronin answered.

Y/n nodded, "here."

Ronin looked her way, she holding out the scroll for him to take, "It's from Mom... Apparently, her and Nim were good friends or something."

"She patrolled around here a lot with her people." Ronin told her, looking down at the scroll he looked back out the window, "Nim gave it to you, must mean Mother wanted you to have it."

"It has both our names on it," Y/n responded.

Ronin returned his gaze to her.

"I couldn't imagine what she'd want to tell me," Y/n spoke, her voice low and filled with a solemn chuckle, "I don't know her, and she doesn't know me, wouldn't be surprised if it's a big punch in the face- anyways- just take it?"

Y/n shook her hand, gesturing for him to take the scroll, he finally took it from her grasp and set the scroll against the wall. She took a step back and turned around, starting to walk away.

"It's not your fault." Ronin finally spoke up.

"The Queen?" Y/n asked not bothering to turn back to face him, "I know...but I'll do better."

"I don't see what you could have better." Ronin told, "you did what you could, you got her farther than I ever would of, you did good..."

"Thanks," Y/n responded.

"But that's...that's not what I'm talking about."

Y/n turned herself to look at him; "I don't get it."

"Mom."

There was silence between the two, the sound of chattering in the background from the group of people.

"It doesn't bother me-" Y/n was quick to speak up.

Ronin chuckled under his breath, "You're my sister, I know when your lying."

"It's fine," Y/n responded "Really."

"Y/n I'm being serious." Ronin defended.

"So I am." Y/n told him, "I. I'm fine-"

"Fine would be not freezing in a crowd-"

"Just anxiety-"

"Which you get worse when somethings bothering you," He defended, "Fine would be arguing with me -"

"I got tired of it is all-"

"Fine would be me waking you up, not you checking into headquarters hours before I'm even there, Fine would you and Nod talking each other up the trees. You haven't made fun of me this whole time-"

"You're mad because I'm not making fun of you and annoying you?" Y/n argued, "What type of thing is that to get mad at? You asked me to grow up- I did-"

"Well stop it!"

"Stop what!?"

"Being me! Stop being me!" He blurted out finally grabbing her shoulders, the heated air deflating as he sighed.

Y/n looked at him, "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"No." He told, "I don't, I want my sister, not a commanding officer. I want the little girl that was excited about being a Leaf Man! The little girl that used to beg me to go on scouting missions with me, I want the old you back, and your stupid jokes."

Y/n's couldn't help but laugh, trying to hold it in, "And your impressions are even worse. I don't sound like that one bit-"

Y/n held a smile on her face, "You do."

Ronin shook his head in disbelief with a chuckle, "And I'm sorry, Mom had a choice, and she chose you, I would do the same, no matter how many times I would have to. I'd do anything to keep my little sister safe."

Y/n looked up at him, it's been a while since she looked at him like that, with hope, and joy, proud that he was her big brother.

"I love you." Y/n smiled.

"I love you too," Ronin spoke Y/n hugged him tight, and he hugged back kissing her forehead, they pulled away after "now, go eat something, I have a message to send to the other Leaf Men."

"I'll bring you something too." Y/n spoke a smile still on her face, backing out of his grip and running off to find something to eat.

"Woah! Where are you going?" Nod asked with a laugh, grabbing Y/n's wrist, "Not to mention your glowing like the sun- who'd you kill."

"I'm going for food," Y/n said.

"I'd be excited too- but you'll be here?" Nod asked.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah."

"Good," he spoke rushing off quickly, leaving her confused.

"Nod! Where are you- Where's the pod!" She called for him but he left too quick, she sighed and went on the search for food.

Grabbing enough for herself and her brother she went to find the pod, finding Grub and Mub standing in front of a dead fruit fly. She sighed when Mub had the pod.

"Oh did he just die?" Y/n asked.

"We were just talking to him, and then-" Grub started, as the ground shook, "The forest shakes at the passing of the humble fruit fly-"

The ground shook again as Y/n dropped her food, "Get behind me." She ordered the two, hand on the handle of her sword.

There was screaming as a mole came from the floor, and people scattered in fear; looking to hide, to keep themselves safe, all from the person who rode it; Mandrake.

"Well if this isn't a surprise!" Mandrake announced, "I wasn't expecting a party to crash!"

"get out of here!" Y/n ordered drawing her sword quickly.

"Y/n! Wow I haven't seen you since you were a baby!" Mandrake cheered, "Leaf Man! Your Parents must be proud!"

Y/n glared at him, "How is your Mother doing? Her and I, we were good friends after all -"

"Fuck off!" Y/n snapped.

Mandrake chuckled, as his steed circled around the group, "So rude to your guest, tsk, business is business I suppose, a good friend of ours left something very dear to me with your people, and I was told it was here with you."

"yeah! well, you can't have it!" Mub argued.

"Yeah! There's no way we're letting you hurt this pod!" Grub agreed.

"Hurt it?" Mandrake asked, almost as if he was offended, "No, I don't want to hurt it! I need it to live!"

"Well, we're the only ones that know how to take keep it alive!" Mub snapped.

"Thanks for the tip boys!" Mandrake smirked, his staff swinging quick to hit Y/n who luckily blocked it, pushing the strike back at him, he quickly jumped off the mole.

She swung at him, but he blocked, a sound of disapproval coming from his mouth.

"I thought you Leaf Men were better than this-"

"Oh shut up and fight me-"

"Y/n behind you!"

Y/n turned her head quickly to see the Mole's tale whipping her way, smacking her in the back and across the room into a pillar, where she let out a cry at impact and hit the ground hard.

"Thanks for the party, everyone!" Mandrake bowed, grabbing the two slugs with the pod.

Ronin was there too late, jumping from the upper balcony into the hole, a cave-in stopping him from chasing Mandrake any further. Jumping back out of the hole he looked around; looking for someone to yell at; Nod especially, he and M.K. had been glued at this hip; so he should have been there- then he spotted her; Y/n laying on the ground, her sword thrown across the room.

"Y/n!" He called, running her way, tossing his sword aside as he dropped to his knees, rolling her over into his arms, "Y/n, come on. Y/n!"

Her nose was bleeding, and a fresh cut above her brow and her eyes closed, and her chest plate armor cracked.

"Y/n!" Ronin shouted, "Y/n get up!"

He sighed in relief when she made a sound of pain, holding her close, she only pushed herself out of his grasp, her head hurt, and she felt hot, rolling onto her stomach she growled in pain, trying to get herself up to her knees.

"Y/n-"

She slipped, he quickly caught her, "I. I'm okay."

"Y/n please."

Getting to her knees her breath was heavy, and she leaned on Ronin to help herself up. He wrapped her arm around his neck and put an arm across her back, she finally opened her eyes the light blinding her.

"I'm okay," Y/n told him again holding her stomach.

"Ronin!" Nod ran in, M.K. behind him.

He ignored the two, "Is anyone here a healer!? Please! My sister needs a healer!"

A few people stepped up to the plate as healers, they being taken to a side room, Y/n holding onto her brother as tight as she could. She sat down and ripped off her chest plate as quick as she could, sighing in relief as she took in deep breaths. Healers getting to work on her quickly.

"Ronin I-" Nod started.

"You had one job stay with the pod!" Ronin argued grabbing onto Nod's shirt, pinning him against the wall, "That's the last part of the queen I- That anybody had! And I just almost lost the only other thing I ever had!"

"It's my fault!" M.K. defend Nod, as Ronin backed up, "The Queen gave me the pod, I should have been here with it."

"And you, I expected this from him, but from you?" Ronin told voice full of disappointment, "I expected more."

"I was here with it, I should have protected it-"Y/n spoke up.

Ronin snapped his head towards her, "Don't you start."

Y/n groaned instead of arguing back, as one of the healers applied a salve to the cut on her side, wrapping the cut up. Another applying the same salve to her cut brow bone.

"She'll be fine. Armor really helped you there, Miss." One the healers informed, "You'll be sore."

There was a sigh of relief all around, Y/n thanking the healers before they left. Y/n stood up, wincing as she started putting herself back together.

"And what are you doing?" Ronin asked.

"Well, we have to get the pod back." Y/n spoke, pulling the chest plate on and lacing it up, "you really think you were benching me?"

"And how do we do that?" Ronin asked.

"Easy." Y/n spoke, "we'll sneak in with disguises."

"Oh great. I'll go as a rat, and Nod can be my cricket lady friend. You can be a shrew."

"Hey." Nod complained.

"Not to mention I don't have any Boggin armor on hand." Ronin spoke, Y/n grabbing her sword which had been leaning against the wall.

"I know where we could get some." M.K. chimed in, climbing onto Nod's bird.

"I'm down," Y/n spoke walking towards hers.

"You're not going anywhere. Not like that." Ronin stopped Y/n, stepping in front of her.

"He took my only friends. I'm fucking his face up, not that it isn't already," Y/n defended pushing past Ronin and climbing onto her bird looking towards M.K. "I'll follow you."

M.K. nodded and looked towards the last two, "well?"

Ronin sighed.

"In my experience, six hands are better than two." Nim answered, "and you'll have eight."

"Come on," M.K. told Nod, his only response a shrug, hopping on the bird behind her as she took off faster than light, Nod's shout of surprise being left behind.

The siblings were quick to follow M.K.'s path. They made it to the edge of the forest. Y/n perched her bird beside M.K.

"Woah where are we?" Nod asked.

"We're not supposed to go out this far," Y/n told.

"No, you aren't supposed to go out this far," Nod commented Y/n rolling her eyes.

"Rules apply to both of us you know?"

"Right, Right," Nod nodded, "And guess who comes out here anyways?"

Y/n glared at him, "Oh, you!" He cheered.

"You come out here?" Ronin asked, clearly mad; "You'll get hurt out here- you know-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm not allowed out here because it's dangerous, yadda, yadda, ya." Y/n mimicked, "I go places I'm not supposed to go, and you don't share your feelings, seems like a fair deal to me."

"You'll be the death of me."

"You'll get a cool death at least."

"Come on," M.K. told, flying the bird off as Y/n shrugged following her.

They made it to the window seal, hopping off their birds Y/n looked through the glass.

"How'd you know about this place?" Nod asked.

M.K. didn't bother answering as they slipped in through a small crack in the open window.

"It's over there." M.K. pointed across the room.

"Let's make this quick," Ronin ordered, taking the lead and jumping down with ease, just to jump back up onto the high desk.

"See you on the other side." Y/n playfully saluted to the two, "Oh- and don't die Nod?"

He shook his head, Y/n easily made her way down, using a stapler on the floor to help her jump higher and onto the desk with ease.

"Can't jump as far as you use to?" Ronin joked.

"Oh please, I'm saving my best moves for the end." Y/n spoke, "plus- oo! ow ow!-"

Ronin went from joking to worried in a matter of minutes, Y/n holding her side as she hunched over, "y/n-"

She laughed, he glaring at her as she stood back up, "had to get you back."

Y/n pushed past him to go back to the edge with a smile, looking down, "Guys come on!" She called.

Turning back around Y/n looked around: "What is all this stuff?"

"Beats me," Ronin told.

"Hey, what's that?" Y/n asked happily wandering off, Ronin grabbing her arm before she could go.

"We're not touching anything, we're getting the boggin armor and getting out." Ronin told.

"Fine, I choose the forbidden place we go next time then," Y/n spoke, Nod and M.K. finally made their way up.

They carefully made there way across the desk, to the Boggin armor.

"You know some of this stuff I've seen-" Nod told.

"It's boggin armor, you see one you saw 'em all," Y/n told, stopped by one of the boards with pinned-up armor, she reached out for some.

"No, touching," Ronin told her.

"Seriously? how do you expect me to grab the armor then?" Y/n asked.

"hey this is my saddle!" Nod argued grabbing the saddle from the pin-up board, "Where are we-"

The ground-shaking cut him off, Ronin grabbing onto Y/n to steady the both of themselves.

"oh no." M.K. shook, the group turning there heads towards the giant that walked across the room.

"Oh!" Nod laughed.

"It's where this guy lives," Ronin spoke, the group rushing to higher ground.

"Wait you know him?" M.K. asked.

"yeah, he's a stomper," Nod answered.

"Stomper?" M.K. asked.

"Most come and go," Y/n informed, "This one's been here for years."

"why are they called stompers?" M.K. asked.

"Well there, like me and you, but, bigger, stupid, and stomp on everything," Nod told.

"And he's been obsessed with proving our existence," Ronin commented, "That'll never happen. Can't have his big feet stepping on Moonhaven, so we've been throwing him off our trail."

"Seriously?" M.K. aspirated her arms out gesturing to all the stuff, "But he's found all of this stuff."

"He only finds what Ronin 'wants' him to find." Y/n told, "I think the stompers could be helpful. I heard that there's a spray that could kill easily, easy for them to get and everything; it could just cover Mandrake's area in it and we'd be home free."

"bug spray," M.K. answered.

"I don't know, but if it kills Mandrake i could care less." Y/n told.

"But come on!" Nod jumped in, "You know how funny this guy is? Parading around the forest? Look. at. this. acorn."

M.K. clearly wasn't impressed with the impression.

"come on it's not funny-"

Y/n was surprised when Ronin jumped in faking holding his elbow in pain; "I.hurt.my.elbow."

"it's his life's work!" M.K. argued.

"Come on Y/n! You've run into him before!-" Nod tried to get Y/n to join in on the fun Y/n shaking her head with crossed arms, "Remember when he fell!"

"he's my dad!"

The laughter stopped

"Seriously?" Nod asked in disbelief, "So what? You shrunk down?"

"Yes!" M.K. shouted, "Which they know!"

Nod looked at Y/n and Ronin, "Seriously?"

"it's been a weird day for all of us," Ronin answered a smirk still on his face.

"Y/n?" Nod asked.

"learn how to read a room maybe dingleberry-brain," Y/n answered.

"You got a problem with stompers?" M.K. asked.

"A stomper stepped on my uncle," Nod answered.

"Oh, my god? seriously?" M.K.'s face full of concern.

"No." Nod laughed, M.K. groaning in annoyance, and pushing Nod hard in the chest.

"Too far?" Nod asked.

"Don't as me about too far, me and my brother joke about death," Y/n answered.

"But do it again, maybe she'll hit you harder," Ronin answered as Y/n covered her mouth in an attempt to hide her laugh. Ronin elbowed her playfully she pushing him back as they went their own way to get what they came for.

It was with ease that they pulled armor from the pinned display array.

"Hey!" Ronin called, Y/n looking back, Ronin hunched over hand out like they were claws, "How do I look?"

"Sad and depressing." Y/n answered honestly, "it suits you."

"Haha." He laughed sarcastically as Y/n laughed pulling on her own mask, covering her face fully

"Hey, you look better than you did before." He spoke Y/n pushing him as he laughed.

M.K.'s scream that came next broke their jokes, Y/n turning towards Nod: "It wasn't me!"

The continued screaming came as the three watched stuff come crashing down and the slow sound of a dog barking. Y/n rushed to the edge, M.K. being chased around. If that wasn't bad enough, the stomper was getting up.

"Go!" Ronin ordered.

Y/n jumped down with whatever she grabbed in hand, hoping to help M.K. and get the dog to stop chasing her.

"Come on!" Y/n shouted, grabbing M.K.'s hand to speed her up.

"I can't keep up!" M.K. shouted, tripping over her own feet, grip lost as her hand slipped from Y/n's hand, hitting the wooden floor.

Y/n stopped her running, sliding across the floor to a halt. She ran back towards her, quickly helping M.K. up to her feet.

"Go!" Y/n shouted, making sure to stay behind M.K. to keep her safe.

Ronin drew an arrow, aiming it at the oncoming Stomper.

"No don't hurt him!" M.K. shouted, pushing him off target, the arrow hit still, just unsure of where.

"Hey!" Y/n snapped at M.K., "watch it!"

"That's my dad!" She reminded.

"And that's my brother!" Y/n complained.

There was a crash, glass breaking, and the Stomper ran into its desk.

"Ow! I. Hurt. My. Elbow!"

Nod laughed, looking the way he pointed up at the Stomper: "Did you hear him!? He said it! Aw that never gets old!"

"Move!" Ronin ordered the group.

Y/n was quick alongside her brother to make it up back to the window seal. Nod and M.K. not too far behind.

The vacuum of wind caught everyone off guard, Y/n almost slipping from the sudden pull as Ronin grabbed onto her. M.K. wasn't so lucky and ended up being sucked into the vacuum. Nod made it up to the window seal.

"What do we do?!" Nod asked.

"You want us to go against that thing?" Y/n argued.

"No-Yes! I don't know!" Nod defended, "come on help me!"

Nod jumped back down, Y/n groaning and following.

"Y/n!-" Ronin called after her, she rushing after Nod.

Tipsy was one way to put the stumbling man, he slowly starting to fall.

"Nod!" Y/n shouted, pulling him from jumping across and onto the desk.

The stomper hit the desk, and M.K. was free with the break of glass. This guy sure did have a lot of glass in his house. Nod broke from Y/n's grip to rush after M.K. and Y/n made her way back up to the window seal.

"No ones dead." Y/n spoke.

"Surpisngly."

"Hey, I can't make everything perfect." Y/n told slipping outside and whistling for the birds.

Ronin joined her short after ordering the two to hurry, strapping the gear to the side of his saddle.

"You know after this." Y/n commented, "We should eat dinner."

Ronin raised an eyebrow, "Saving the forest? And your thinking about food?"

"Yeah," y/n told, "me and you, we should eat dinner like we use to. Whens the last time we did that? Sat down? And ate dinner that we made together? I liked when we did that."

Ronin was silent for a moment, they hadnt sat down for dinner since before Y/n started trainning to become a leaf man, it had to be atleast two? Two and a half years?

"Time goes by fast." Ronin commented, then looked her way, "I don't see why we couldn't do it again."

Y/n looked at him and smiled: "Yeah. It would be nice."

He watched as she looked back at her bird, smile faultering, she looked anxious.

"Hey," Ronin spoke up, She looking his way once again, his hand cupping her cheek, "we're gonna do it again."

Y/n was silent, "I....know..."

"You dont sound so sure that you know." Ronin pointed out; his next words ment to come out jokingly;"Dont tell me your scared."

Y/n's eyes casted down: "uh...no...No-"

"Y/n its okay to be scared-"

"Im not scared." y/n reassured, "I...I'm just..."

Ronin's thumb rubbed over her cheek in a soothing matter, he remembers when there Mother use to do it to him when he was young.

"Bile took...mom that day." y/n finally muttered out, "what if it takes you."

"Life can't stop because I go." He answered.

"Im being serious, Ronin." Y/n argued, pulling away from him and crossing her arms in matter comforting to her, "What happens if you die? What happens to...to the forest. To the leaf men..."

"The Leaf Men, the forest, it was here before both our times." He answered, "it'll be here long after,"

Y/n looked at him and nodded, arms stay crossed for a moment as she thought, "Yeah... okay."

They returned to there birds, "oh an Y/n."

Y/n turned her head, "yeah?"

"I'd never leave you alone. Even if I hated you, I'd never leave you alone."

"Promise?" Y/n asked.

Ronin gave a curt nod, "With my last good eye."

A smile was brought to Y/n's as she shook her head with a chuckle, Nod finally making his way outside with M.K. It was back to stern faces and hidden emotions, minds only focused on the task at hand; sneaking in sucessfully across enemy lines.

They hid their birds in the dead tree tops. Down below the boggin army marched. Dressing themselves in the armor - the stolen armor - they quickly joined the walking army, keeping close together.

"Smells like something died in here." M.K. complained.

"That's because something did," Y/n answered.

"Keep it down. We dont want to be noticed." Ronin ordered.

The group went quiet, Mandrake's half downed caslte of a tree came into view, Y/n found herself wearing a hard glare and walking faster than the rest of the group.

"Y/n!" Nod whisper-shouted after her, "Y/n!"

Ronin was careful to catch up, he grabbing Y/n's arm.

"You'll give us away." He argued quietly there pace slowing back down to normal.

"My friends are in there." Y/n defended.

"Rushing in will get them and all of us killed." Ronin told, "have patience."

"Im out of patience."

"Well make some more."

Y/n pulled away from his grip with a growl under her breath and kept pace beside him. Later, rather than sooner, they made it inside Mandrake's base, safe, together and still under the cover of surpise.

"You three go and find the slugs." Ronin directed, "keep the pod safe."

"What are you going to do?" Nod asked.

"I'll be the distraction." Ronin told.

"By yourself? No way." Y/n argued, "I'm coming with you. There's four of us, we split in half; no one goes alone."

"I need you to protect the pod." Ronin defended, "I don't trust anyone more than you for this."

"Ronin-" y/n argued.

"That's an order." He cut her off, Y/n's eyebrows knitted in anger.

"Fine." Y/n complained, defeated, "then you promise me, you're not going to do anything stupid."

He let out a laugh,pulling off the Boggin mask, "Stupid? Please it's me."

Y/n rolled her eyes as he tossed the coat to the floor. "Follow the trail."

Ronin pointed out the slime trail left behind by the slugs: "You'll find them easy."

Y/n nodded, "Now. Excuse me while I go have fun."

Ronin jumped off whistling loudly, Boggins turning his way, "I'm goin' to make this real simple! I run! And you try to catch me!"

"Come on, on me." Y/n ordered, leading the two to follow the trail of slug slime.

With every Boggin after Ronin, the trip was easy: the slime trail led to a cell in the ground. Y/n pushed the cover off.

Nod reaching inside to grab the first slug.

"This woman has got a grip!-" Mub cheered slurly, Nod pulling him up by his eyes.

"Oh, come on!" He complained seeing it was Nod; "You got to work on your grip dude its a bit womanly."

Y/n pulled Grub up while M.K. was handed the pod.

"You came for us!" Grub cheeded, hugging Y/n's legs.

"You're my friends. Why wouldn't I come for you?" Y/n asked.

"Well man after Mandrake whipped you into that pillar we thought you were dead!" Mub laughed.

"We did not!"

"Ub huh!"

"No!"

"Uh huh!"

"No!"

"Hey! Dead or not. Im alive." Y/n argued with the two, "we need to go!"

"The gaurds! There coming back!" M.K. told the group seeing the shadows getting closer.

"I have a plan! Everyone hide in there shells!" Grub told, he hiding in his shell, in the moment it sounded like a good idea sure; "oh...right! I have another plan!"

"Do it quick! Im going after Ronin from another angle-"

"He said your in charge!" M.K. argued.

"Right. I'm in charge. Get out of here with the pod, now!" Y/n ordered quickly running off, discarding the Boggin armor as she ran into a hall across from where they had come in.

Y/n was quick to find an opening, drawing the bow from across her body and pulling an arrow from her quiver to knock. Mandrake was boasting to her brother, pratically standing still, handing her the jackpot. Greed often spoils the jackpot, and it would again. She took the shot, a direct hit into his shoulder.

Y/n smirked, even that was to big of a celebration.

"Wow! Brought your dear sister to watch you die!" Mandrake smirked breaking the arrow at the entry point, he hissing in pain, "Kill her! Leave her bones for me: I want a new bow."

Ronin was quick to charge at him, sword unseathed, and quick to clash with Mandrake's staff, each pushing against each other with all there anger.

"You threatened my sister, so I'll have your fucking head." Ronin snapped.

"Oh, family!" Mandrake smirked, "can't live with them. Can't live without them. You know how that is: all alone!."

"I don't know I'll ask your son." Ronin argued, "Oh. Wait."

Mandrake's smirk went dark, anger, painting his face as his slashing became more furious, a frenzy of them full of anger, hard to keep up with; hard to block.

Y/n was on the run with what seemed half the boggin existence on her, she jumping from walkway to walkway leading them away. The doorway in front of her she'd figure she'd go through come out through another hall' loop around, yet Boggins came from the opening, she skidding to a stop to turn back around, her way blocked by the enemy. She trapped herself.

"Nowhere to run."

"and nowhere to hide."

Y/n backed up, almost slipping over the platform's edge, bringing her fingers to her mouth, she whistled loudly, and let herself fall off the platform, her hummingbird following in a dive after her. Grabbing onto the reins, she managed to catch her feet in the loops and pull herself into the saddle, she pulled the reins to level out the bird and guide it to a deep incline.

"Thank you!" Y/n aspirated, patting the bird on the side, they had been practicing that for a while, "Let's go get Ronin!"

The bird was quick to fly up despite the deep incline, the bird whizzed past the two fighting, past Nod and M.K. hanging from the ceiling holding onto the slugs, they where playing footsies with two guards chasing them, trying to make each other fall. Turning the bird around to make its way back down, Y/n pulled an arrow from her quiver, knocking it the bird flew back toward her brother and Mandrake. She was quick to take the shot, missing terribly as he dodged one of Ronin's attacks, he kicking Ronin back. She cursed to herself, pulling another arrow to knock, a Boggin coming up from behind Ronin, which Y/n quickly shot. Defending Ronin of extra oncoming attackers seemed the better route to go. Nod's whistle caught her ears.

"Come on! Hurry!" Nod shouted toward Ronin

"I got him! Go!" Y/n shouted the order, shooting a boggin grabbing onto M.K.'s legs, "get out of here!"

Nod looked her way on nodded, Y/n nodding back as she focused back on defending her brother.

"You know what to do girl," Y/n told to bird, they dived back towards her brother as Y/n jumped off her bird, her brother's bruises already forming.

She stood with him fighting Boggins back, "She's gonna loop back around! And then we jump!" Y/n ordered.

"Did you think of this specific situation when training her!?" Ronin laughed, back to hers.

Y/n laughed back, "Hey, who doesn't love fighting to the death! It's a great family outing!"

There was chirping; Y/n's hummingbird coming back around.

"Ready!?" Y/n asked, punching a Boggin hard across the face, ducking as another came after her with a punch, Ronin punching it instead.

"On you!" Ronin told, Y/n grabbing Ronin's arm as she ran off the edge, they landed on the bird, but not evenly, as it rocked and chirped in fear.

Ronin took lead, Y/n behind him.

"Hold on!"

The bird took off with speed, another steep incline Y/n held onto Ronin tight, and they made it out into the open air.

Ronin laughed, "Not bad at all!"

Y/n's grip started to slip from him, he looked back at her; their incline not helping at all as she was falling backward with a look of shock on her face. Shot in the back with an arrow.

"Y/n!" He called out for her, reaching his hand out, hoping to catch her, to no avail.

"Go!" Ronin ordered the bird, grabbing its reins to turn it back around, but it didn't listen and leveled out, flying quickly away; "Go back! Go back for her!"

The hummingbird continued at a face pace flying to catch up with the rest of the group that had escaped.

"Ronin!" Nod cheered, "You're alright!"

The broken look on Ronin's face told otherwise; he look away from the group.

"Where's Y/n?" Grub asked.

"Y/n..." Ronin started, "Didn't make it..."

"Oh," Mub answered.

It grew silent, Ronin's sister gone, Mub and Grub's best friend, their only friend really; gone. The idiot squad of Nod and Y/n dismembered.

"I'm sorry," M.K. offered her condolences, arm securely around Nod.

The trip back to Moonhaven was quiet, filled with saddening silence, the moon would be at its highest soon and the new Queen would be crowned. Almost to Moonhaven; a defense squad stopped them all lead by Ronin's second in command.

"It's glad to have you back sir." He told he wasn't the only one excited to have their commanding officer back.

Ronin nodded, "Have any Boggin's tried to attack Moonhaven?"

"No sir-"

He stopped himself, realizing the bird he was riding on; "Y/n is with you, sir?"

Ronin looked his way, a look that was all that was needed; "No,"

"Oh."

"Double defenses." Ronin changed the subject, "Mandrake will be coming for the pod."

His second-in-command nodded as they made it to the outskirts of Moonhaven. The pod would be safe inside the castle, guarded and taken care of. Nim was there, he knew about blooming a pod more than anyone else. It was the chaos before the storm; the last stand to save the forest and everyone within it. Everybody running around: armoring up, restocking arrows, and quickly sharpening their swords, Ronin ordered people around with haste: this had to happen, formations had to be tight and precise.

"Sir!" A leaf man shouted to grab his attention, "They're here!"

It grew silent as everyone looked at someone; it would be people's last days.

"You heard her! Out now!" He ordered, "Moonhaven does not fall!"

There were battle cries all around; soldiers rushing to their birds ready to take to the sky.

"You ready for this?" Ronin asked Nod.

"No!"

"Good!"

The fight was brutal; Boggins dropped like flies, and did Leaf Men, but it ensued, arrows flew through the air and swords clashed with clubs.

M.K. who was left to sit and wait; needed to help; she felt obligated; after all, if this pod didn't bloom, she'd be stuck here forever. So she rushed off with a bright idea, to get her dad involved, bat noises to draw away the Boggin's steeds.

Sure it worked, but Mandrake was already there; ready to claim his dark heir to the throne. Even with Nim and Mub trying to distract him, and pull him away he advanced, yet he was stabbed in the back, an arrow lodged deep inside his skin as he let out a cry and turned his head in anger.

"You miss me bitch!?" Y/n shouted, battered, bruised, bleeding, armor broken and missing; she pulled out her sheathed sword in the ready position.

"Y/n!" Mub cheered.

"You just don't die!" Mandrake shouted in anger pulling the full arrow from his back.

"Yeah well maybe don't shoot a soldier with her own arrow," Y/n smirked, "Plus imagine Ronin without me? He'd die, let's be honest."

His only response was to growl and run at her, she lifted her sword in defense as they clashed.

"not bad for a boggin." Y/n teased, Mandrake growling, if she got him mad enough- his hits became filled with fury, they were uncoordinated and spasm-like.

Finding the first wide opening she dodged to the side slashing his side and ending up on the side of the pod, she quick to take the offensive side and slashed, hit, and fought; he was tired from his anger, she pushed him hard enough to where he slid across the floor, even with his planted feet.

"Retreat while you have the chance," Y/n ordered; "Or I will kill you."

Mandrake came at her again; compassion was defeated by passion, he cursed her as he attacked with newly found energy and strength, her grip lost on her sword as it went flying across the room, landing and sliding across the floor. She glared up at him, just to be punched across the face and hard, knocking her to the ground, along with the wind out of her, before she could even try and get up she was kicked in the gut.

"You know what I love about leaves?" Mandrake asked, "They all fall to the ground and die! And you're dying all alone!"

Y/n tried to get up, as he raised his staff into the air, ready to end her life, by his hand. Two swords blocked the heavy hit that Y/n was expecting. Ronin and Nod holding their ground in defense, leaf men standing behind them defending the pod with shields.

"Alone is not the word I would use for it-" Ronin answered, "She's annoying, but never alone; not as long as I live!"

Y/n reached her hand forward grabbing the arrow that had been discarded beginning of the battle,.

"Then you'll all die!" He shouted, Ronin and Nod struggling against Mandrake's pressure.

Y/n looked back, moonlight soon to be encasing the pod she forced herself up as Ronin's and Nod's defense was broken, Y/n shouting as she drove herself into Mandrake's chest. Panting heavily as she pushed the arrow farther into his chest.

She pushed herself off him, breath still not caught as she walked him to take a step back, hand phantomly cupping in the arrow, unsure if he was to even touch it.

"I told you to leave." Y/n told holding her side, "and you didn't."

He turned to retreat, but he wouldn't get very far, not with death creeping up the steps of the palace to meet her newest addition. He made it to the stairs, but that was it, he fell to his knees, and soon his side followed as he died on the steps of Moonhaven's castle.

Y/n's body gave out after, exhausted, and tired. Ronin caught her, putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Did you know-" Y/n interrupted herself with her own coughing; it hurt and sounded deep, yet she managed to clear her throat, "Did you know...that...oh jeez...it's, give me a minute would you?"

Ronin only smiled at her exhausted state; she was beaten to hell and back, but alive.

"I don't know what you're going to say, but I know that I'm the luckiest brother out there," Ronin told causing Y/n to laugh in exhaustion.

Before she could reply, the room was filling with soldiers and civilians, and the pod was blooming. It was a happy moment laced with sadness; Queen Tara would be gone forever after this.

A warm yet phantom hand was placed on her shoulder, she smiled at the impression of the queen in front of her.

"You did good, hard to split up the icon duo isn't it?" Tara jested as they both smile, Y/n looking at Ronin and he looks back at her as they chuckled, then turned back at the queen, "You'll be amazing Y/n, I know it."

Y/n nodded, bowing her head in a final goodbye her eyes closed, Tara's last goodbye to her was a kiss to the head, motherly even. She was let go by Ronin, and luckily she could balance herself, joy filled her; her people were alright, her friends; her brother.

She raised her head, eyes opening as she looked towards Ronin who smiled proudly at her. Everyone was looking at her she chuckled awkwardly as she looked down at her feet- her armor white, with gold detailing; looking at her hands they were adorned with white gloves and golden leaf details.

"Wait! Did I just-" She asked looking at Ronin, who couldn't help but laugh at her expression.

Nim walked in front of her, "You're majesty." he bowed.

Y/n bowed back, and everyone followed quickly with a smile on their face.

"Never thought Y/n would be queen, the get-up looks good on her though," Nod murmured, Ronin hit him on the arm, "What it's a compliment- I'm jealous of the new armor."

Everyone rose to their feet, "okay I can't balance any longer-"

Ronin was quick to hold his sister up once again, they laughed as she leaned on him; "Moonhaven's lucky to have you."

Y/n smiled yet winced, "And I'm lucky to have the best brother, I wouldn't trade him for anything in the world,"

"how about a healer?" Ronin asked.

"Yeah I might trade you for that," Y/n answered both laughing, "But besides that- I'm one lucky sister, even if we do fight, and we say things we don't mean, and we hate each other. I know you'll always be there for me."

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rosewaterandivy · 8 months ago

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the four times you degraded yourself with the blight of Williamsburg (and the one time you escaped unscathed)

part of the everyone but you universe e.m. x f!oc reader, NSFW / MDNI, reader goes by esmé, warnings are cursing and vague smut - my usual brand of filth with some badly repressed ~feelings~ w.c.: 5.2K tagging my cheerleaders @powderblueblood and @jo-harrington who dealt with my hyper-fixated ass all day. 💜

PART THE FIRST: “Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you stupid fucking bastard!”

Of all the things you do for your best friend, being stood up by a the blind date you’d reluctantly agreed to has got to take the top prize. You’d been ready an hour ago, all dressed up with nowhere to go— the new dress you’d scored at the sample sale completed wasted on a dipshit who couldn’t bother to send a text about running late.

Checking your phone for the eighth time in as many minutes, you jolt at the unexpected sound from your buzzer. Having already kicked off your heels, you step to avoid them as you make your way to the door and press the button.

“Yes?”

“Yeah, hi, it’s me. Can you buzz me up?”

You sigh, not even a hint of an apology for wasting your time.

“I’m going to need more to go on than that, Son of Sam.”

There’s a pause, long enough for you to hope that maybe he’s thought better of it all and walked away already.

Alas, no such luck.

“Right, my bad. I’m Chrissy’s friend? Eddie.”

In lieu of a verbal response, you simply press on manicured finger to the button and buzz him in.

A few minutes later, he’s at your door and definitely not dressed for dinner— torn jeans, doc marten’s that have seen better days, a threadbare black t-shirt, topped with a leather jacket.

C’mon, Chrissy’s voice chimes in your head, Give it a chance! I worry about you all alone in the city now when Jay and I aren’t there.

And, in the spirit of not breaking the promise you’d made to your best friend, you do give him a chance.

He’s not terrible looking, you suppose. Maybe a bit unkempt, but he’s a writer not a stockbroker.

Eddie takes a long look at you after you turn to let him inside the apartment. And Chrissy did not tell a lie when she’d talked him into this, you were definitely his type— a bona fide smoke show with curves in all the right places, and a biting wit just simmering beneath the polished surface you’d cultivated.

Watching as you slip back into your heels, which only bring you near his shoulder once on, he thinks back to Chrissy’s pitch for this set up.

“Ed,” she began, settling herself into their favored booth at the all night diner just off of Berry Street. “She is my best friend, so do not fuck this up.”

He blows a raspberry and tosses his menu to the side, “I thought I was the recipient of that particular title.”

“You know what I mean.” She rolls her eyes, smiling as the waitress approached to take their orders. “I’m serious, Munson. I think she could be it for you— she’s in publishing, graduated top of her class at Columbia, whip-smart—”

“Lemma stop you right there Chris.” Eddie sets his elbows on the table and steeples his fingers. “This chick—”

“Esme.”

“Right, her.” He demures with a wave of his hand. “She sounds swell, a regular Sandy Dee.”

They nod in thanks when the waitress returns with their drinks.

“But is she, y’know.” Eddie raises his brows mischievously.

Chrissy blinks.

“You’re such a pig, Munson.”

Back in your apartment on the Upper West Side, you swipe through the booking app on your phone with a shake of your head. Eddie, having made himself comfortable on the couch, crosses his legs and rests his feet on the coffee table.

After your third sigh, he finally pipes up.

“What’s the matter? Miss your reservation at Dorsia?”

The snort you let out is unladylike but well warranted considering the only reason you’d missed said reservation at Serafina was solely because of the man making himself comfortable on your couch.

“Not quite,” You allow, sending off a quick message to the maître d’ at UnPublished. Maybe they could take a walk-in. Tossing your phone into your bag, you make toward the door. If you left now, you just might be able to snag a table according to your sources. “Why, d’you need to return some video tapes?”

The night only devolves from there. He’d arrived on his bike and your dress would not accommodate sitting on the back of a motorcycle. But the cabs were few and far between and Uber was out of the question with the current surge pricing. He suggests ordering in and you, foolishly agree, only to return from changing into something less restrictive and a bit more casual, to overhear him on the phone making plans with a person named Trinity, of all things, for, oh, about an hour later.

His voice had taken on what you’re appalled to discover is his attempt at seductive— low and soft, “Yeah, I’ll think of something. Don’t worry about it. Are you wearing the—”

What a fucking idiot.

You sincerely doubt that Trinity has a lingerie chest of La Perla, Agent Provocateur, and Eres at her disposal. Not that Munson, the cretin, would be deserving of any of it.

“Oh,” You chirp from behind him, enjoying that he jumps slightly at the sound of your voice. “Don’t let me keep you, Neo. By all means, free your mind.”

His exit is less than ideal; caught red-handed, Eddie makes no apologies for his behavior, but instead decides to double the fuck down, and somehow make this disaster of an evening out to be no one’s fault but your own.

So, while the book you lob against the door at his hastily retreating form isn’t as on brand as your earlier banter would suggest, you find it’s fitting all the same: Less Than Zero.

PART THE SECOND: always the casket, never the body.

The wedding was beautiful, as to be expected.

A perfect spring day in Manhattan, flowers in bloom, sun shining with a soft breeze that passes by as it pleases.

Not that you were enjoying any of that, at present.

God forbid the maid of honor have a flute of champagne at the reception, or kick off her heels for a minute before being swindled into some bridal party bullshit.

Which is how you are graced with the presence of Munson in an elevator to the bridal suite.

“Everything up in the room?”

You nod, clutching the bag in your grasp. Trailing behind him as the elevator doors open.

“Not having a panic attack, are you?”

“No,” You croak. “M’fine.”

He laughs at that, “Right, because it would be awfully inconvenient for the MOH to slack in her duties.” He pulls out his phone and taps out a message before shoving it back into his pocket.

“Jus’ gotta decorate the bridal suite and then you can get back to drinking yourself into oblivion, right?”

He says this under his breath and more to himself than to you, but it stings all the same. And you’re far too exhausted to snap any scathing retort back, anyway.

Entering the bridal suite, he takes the bag from you and walks with purpose to the bedroom. The maids had been by, clearly, and the various bags left by bridesmaids had been stowed at the font desk. All except for yours, the overnight bag was right where you’d left it earlier by the door.

Eddie grabs the chilled champagne from the fridge, finds an ice bucket and begins to fill it up. Bringing both along, he stepped into the bedroom to find you decapitating roses and scattering their petals on the bedspread. You glance up as he places the champagne, ice bucket, and two flutes on the bedside table.

“Did you see where I left my phone?”

He smirks and pulls it from his left pocket, “Swiped it from the head table when you went to the bar.”

“Huh, thanks.”

The rest of the night passes with a blur— dancing, toasts, the whole nine yards. With Chrissy and Jason sent off for the night, the reception dwindles and the liquor takes its course. You float more than walk to the bank of elevators, or at least it feels that way.

And, as luck would have it, you’re forced into sharing yet another elevator ride with Munson.

"Are you okay?"

You whirl around. "It's impolite to sneak up on people," You snap, but feel a rush of relief. It's Eddie. Just Eddie.

"It's impolite to bitch at someone who came looking for you to see if you were alright," He volleys back, his brows furrowed. "You were kind of, uh, stumbling to the door there."

"And what are you here to do, Munson?" You ask, scathingly. "Fix me? Offer me the shoulder of your rented suit to cry on?"

"I'm trying to be your friend," He says lowly. "We promised – "

"The wedding's over. Stop using Chrissy as an excuse."

He takes two steps, closing the distance between you. "Maybe I needed an excuse. Every time I talk to you, you snap at me, and it ends in a fight, and we don't get anywhere."

You lean back against the wall and cross your arms loosely.

“We were never really friends, Munson. We both know that.”

“Esmé.”

“And we don’t need to start now.”

It’s just so infuriating. So, okay, look— Eddie knows he fucked it up. Knew it the second he took that call in your apartment and has known it every second since, like Chrissy would ever let him forget. And there’s no excuse, so he doesn’t know why he bothers trying.

He’s not used to having nice things. He’s not used to having his ass handed to him or having someone keep up with his rapid fire thoughts. He’s never had a filter, and he’s never been lucky enough to catch the eye of someone like you.

“Munson,” You prompt after a prolonged pause.

He glances up, maybe seeing for the first time how lonely you are.

“Is the concept of meaningless sex hard for you to comprehend?" You ask. Your voice sounds strange to your own ears, high and breathy.

"Is that really – "

"Yes, it’s all – "

"That's all you want?" He talks over you. "That's really the only thing you want?"

"It isn't just what I want," You laugh, cool and unfeeling. "It's all I can offer."

And maybe his heart breaks for you, just a little.

Because you both know you deserve so much more than that. Or, at least he realizes this. Wants to find every guy or gal that wore you down and treated you like dirt, including himself, he wants to rip them three new assholes and stuff ‘em full of bullets.

"Fine," He says, lips ghosting against your own. “If you just want to fuck, then fine, we can fuck."

You gasp softly against his lips. "Munson," You mumble, not quite a protest. His hands are clutching at your dress, pulling the fabric up, slipping his hands beneath the hem to touch your skin.

"Meaningless sex," He mutters as his mouth drops to your neck, trailing kisses down the column of your throat. "S'what you want…"

Your back hits something strong and solid, and then Eddie's hands are hooking under your thighs, pressing you onto the low counter in the hotel room. Vaguely, somewhere at the very back of your mind, you wonder if he was always strong enough to do that, and his fingers hook into your lacy underwear, tugging.

Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, you yank him closer, moving your legs apart so he can stand between them. "Don't contact me," You say, biting his bottom lip. "That's the rule. If this doesn't mean anything – "

"Shut the fuck up," He breathes, his mouth trailing down your neck again.

PART THE THIRD: wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat.

You ended up in Brooklyn.

No rhyme or reason to it, just didn’t have anywhere else to go.

The Carvers were snug in a birthing suite at Lennox Hill, safe in their newborn bubble. Zoë Lux Carver having made her scheduled arrival at 3:27 A.M. on the morning of May 3rd. You’d been trying not to fall asleep in the uncomfortable plastic chair just outside Chrissy’s room. Doing everything from pacing the polished tile floors to hunting down some truly terrible coffee from a machine a few halls away.

Munson comes running down the hall, wallet chain jangling against his sweatpants clad leg, leather jacket hastily thrown, and hair an absolute mess. As if he didn’t think about what would be socially appropriate attire for meeting one’s goddaughter.

“Is she here yet? Did I miss it?” He’s heaving slightly, reminding you that he was never athletically inclined, never the most into physical fitness. Though, to hear Chrissy tell it, Munson can certainly outrun most people, if presented with the right motivation to do so.

“No, you haven’t missed it.” You try to sound dismissive, an attempt to guilt him for his tardiness because Carver had called him hours ago at this point, but instead your voice comes out soft, and to your disgust, maybe a bit endearing.

Perish the thought.

And not twenty minutes later does Zoe arrive earthside.

It’s a sobering experience for you. To be confronted with and realize that despite all of your professional success, you’d always somehow be playing catch-up in your personal life. Never quite measuring up to the Chrissy Carver American Dream.

A harried Jason comes out of the delivery suite to tell you that she’s here, that mom and baby are doing well. His voice is so bright, you almost don’t recognize it. He speaks quickly, arms flailing as he nods back toward Chrissy’s room, but you don’t hear a word he says, don’t latch onto the fact that he’s probably invited you to go back and meet the baby.

Instead of following Jason, who had hugged you all of five minutes ago, maybe for the first time ever, instead of maybe lobbing a bon mot and bringing you back to earth, Munson cautiously pulls you toward him.

“I’m going to hug you now,” He tells you, “And it’s going to be a nice gesture, comforting if you will. And it would be ideal, if you could refrain from injuring me in the process so.” As Eddie closes in, you can feel the heat radiating from his body. “Time to retract those claws, kitty.”

And yeah, he’s warm and it’s… well, nice. The spicy, bohemian scent of his cologne and the faintest trace of tobacco couple with a soft sigh to remind you that you’re not the only one who can’t measure up.

“One day,” He says, devoid of his perpetual scorn and ridicule. And then, he rests his head atop yours and for a brief moment, you allow yourself to revel in his warmth.

So, yeah. After meeting the baby and laying eyes on Chrissy, the newly minted mom, you found yourself face down, ass up in the Brooklyn loft of one Eddie Munson.

It’s just a fuck, that’s all it ever is between you two— what happens in Brooklyn, stays in Brooklyn… or Uptown… or Hawkins. You don’t have to talk, not at this point when you’ve had enough of each other to commit it to memory.

There are rules, of course. Just the garden variety stuff: no romance, no calling or texting, no soft words or slow sex, and absolutely no kissing … on the mouth. Munson is, shockingly, okay with it— boundaries work for him as does getting his dick wet on a semi-regular basis.

As much as it pains you to admit this (and it truly does pain you), he’s a pretty decent fuck. Sure, it was touch and go there for a minute, but he’s a fairly quick study. Knows when to go hard and when to ease up, keeps those hygiene wipes you prefer in his bedside drawer, washes his sheets on a regular basis, and then he’s got those fingers that drive you positively insane.

So, when he’s buried to the hilt and your legs are shaking after an orgasm or two, it takes you a minute to realize that things have taken a decidedly different turn.

Eddie’s turned your face toward him ever so slightly, and his hand is gliding up your jaw, fingers slipping into your hair.

"No," You whisper, fingers curling tighter against the sheets as you pull back. "No, no, you can't - you just kissed me."

"You kissed me," He says, and then he kisses you again.

Your eyes blow wide. What, when!? Have you lost it so completely—young, dumb, and full of come—that you had somehow missed the fact that you’d gone and kissed Munson?

"Stop it," You gasp. "Stop." You’re very sure that that's what you want, for him to stop kissing you like you’d ever given him permission to do so, but your body disagrees. For some idiotic reason, you can't stop leaning back toward him, and his mouth tastes like something you could grow to crave more of.

"Vance," He sighs. Eddie leans his forehead against yours, and you’re frozen for a moment, just breathing. "Please shut up," he adds, infuriatingly polite.

"Stop it," You say again, offended, but he claims your mouth with his again and you can't find it in yourself to resist, not even when he coaxes your mouth open and your tongues brush. Shivering a little, you allow him to lay you back against the sheets.

His hand smoothes down your side, knuckles brushing against the side of your breast before his hand slides further down, curling around you hip. "God," He breathes. "You are somethin’ else.”

"Stop," You say again, but this time you just breathe it against his mouth, pressing into him.

Eddie groans, fingers digging into your skin, and your heart starts to pound.

PART THE FOURTH: always a godmother, never a god.

You peek out from behind a stone wall in the entryway of the church and into the chapel, checking to see if everyone’s seated.

Once upon a time, you had never heard of a town called Hawkins, Indiana. And you were all the better for it. But once Zoë arrived, the newest addition to the picture perfect family of Chrissy and Jason Carver, change had reared its ugly head.

Gone were the weekly brunches and dinners with Chrissy (and all too frequently, Jason), meandering through the farmer’s markets on the weekends, sleepovers in the living room of your apartment with take out and pints of Ben & Jerry’s.

No, instead, your best friend and her baby relocated back to her hometown of Hawkins, seeing fit to drag you out to this rinky dink excuse of a town for your goddaughter’s christening. Not that it’s her fault that Chrissy and Jason opted to move back home, but you’d had plans for Zoë back in the city. You suppose all those donations to the Nightingale-Bamford School were worthless now.

“Nice dress.”

You start, a hand flying up to your heart. You scowl and turn primly on your heel.

“Thanks, thought it would go well with the baby.”

He smirks, lips tilting up to one side as he eyes you up and down.

“It’s a liiiiittle sheer, donchta think? I mean, we are in a church.”

“Surprised you haven’t gone up in flames, Munson,” You volley back.

But before things can get ugly, Chrissy and Jason arrive with Zoë and the reverend. She looks positively adorable in the bespoke christening gown you’d insisted on paying for, the cutest pink bundle of joy all swaddled up in billowy cream and ivory fabrics.

At the appointed moment, Chrissy gently passes off Zoë into your waiting arms.

“We are honored with the privilege of being here today to witness and support in faith the baptism of Zoë Lux Carver.” The reverend begins, “I hereby charge Esmé Vance and Edward Munson with the responsibility of seeing to the spiritual welfare of this child. I will now ask you a series of ceremonial questions.”

Eddie is only somewhat distracted by the cut of your dress, how your tits look close to spilling over the neckline of your it, and the way the you appear positively poured into it. So he’s not quite paying attention to the reverend when he asks:

“Edward Munson, do you renounce Satan and all the spiritual forces that rebel against God?”

There’s an awkward pause and few errant coughs from the congregants, that is until you jab the heel of your shoe into his toes. “Munson.”

"Ow; fu-huh-udge, Vance!" He hisses and backs up instantly, staring at you. "What?" He winces as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

You purse your lips and sigh. "What is wrong with you? Did you get a lobotomy?" You hiss impatiently.

"No, I – " He says again. He’s pretty sure his second toe is bleeding. "I thought…"

“He asked if you renounced Satan, really shouldn’t be that much of a head scratcher.”

It’s only then that he realizes Jason and Chrissy are staring daggers at him. Shit.

“Hmm, right. Yeah, I renounce him.”

You roll your eyes as the reverend move on to your ceremonial question, replying much more punctually than Eddie had.

Despite Munson’s near blaspheming, the rest of the celebration goes off without a hitch. A tasteful lunch organized by Jason’s parents back at the house, a few photos snapped for posterity, and one or two healthy pours of cabernet split between Chrissy and yourself.

Of course, none of that accounted for winding up at Munson’s door down the hall from yours.

Eddie stares at you for a moment after he opens the door of the bedroom. He's in plaid pajama pants and a worn gray t-shirt, his eyes bleary. His head tilts to one side. "Hmm," He mumbles.

“Munson.” You whisper, hoping he’ll hop to before Zoë’s midnight feeding and Chrissy’s inevitable discovery of whatever the fuck this was. Embarrassing? Shameful?

Desperate, at the very least.

"I will impale your other toe," You say pointedly. "Don’t test me."

“Hey, no,” He mutters, still sleep addled. “None of that.”

You bite your lip and resolve not to look down at his bare feet. "You haven't invited me in."

Eddie glances back up at you, and there's something else in his eyes, deeper than the confusion and the sleepiness. "I thought it was a dream," He mumbles. He turns around, limping slightly as he heads for bed.

He leaves the door wide open. You wait for a moment before you walk in and carefully shut the door behind you.

You swallow hard. "I'm sorry.”

He slips back under the sheets and straightens up. "What for?"

You blink. "For your foot," You say slowly; it should be obvious.

He scoffs, but doesn't reply.

"I just want to sleep," You say softly after a moment. Thank you for letting me stay, you almost say, but don't.

Eddie waves a hand across the bed. "All yours."

You can't stop remembering the days when Munson burst into your life, when arguing turned into banter, when he'd tease you over comma placements, and who fell off the bestseller’s list. You can't stop remembering nights in bed, when his laughter rang into your ear against the quiet of your bedroom, when his voice was the last sound you heard before falling asleep, when you thought about him too much and you'd gasp to clutch the phone a little tighter and not, repeat not, think about what it could be like if he was there with you instead of all the way in Brooklyn.

You can't stop remembering the night you came home with him and the way you fell into his bed, the way his hands slid under your skirt, the way he whispered yes, you into your ear.

And you can't tell him, because all you are to each other are reluctant acquaintances due to forced proximity. Two people who under every circumstance and known law of the universe should not be within two hundred feet of each other, thrown together by their best friend, bound forever through their goddaughter.

There’s no way you could bring yourself to say it, and no way he’d understand.

But you can kiss him, so you do.

CUTTING ROOM FLOOR: sense has chased you all your life, but you’re faster.

“Look, Chris, I’m sure that everything is going to be fine,” You mutter, following your best friend through the labyrinth of her white-picket fence suburban sprawl of a home. In one hand, you have a bag of uninflated and atrociously pink balloons, in the other is your phone that hasn’t stopped buzzing for the past half hour.

And, shoving aside the pink and glitter monstrosity that has taken over the Carver home, you find it difficult to believe that Zoë is turning one. That it’s been an entire year since you’d held her in your arms at the hospital.

“I know Ez,” Chrissy sniffles, already going to pieces just as the party begins. “I guess I’m just a little—” Desperately trying to keep her emotions at bay, Chrissy stops short and abruptly turns to you.

You fold the smaller woman into your arms without thought and hug her tight. Chrissy’s emotional outbursts are something you’ve had to adjust to over the past year. She cried for days after leaving New York and moving back to Hawkins. And, after veritably running what amounted to a gauntlet to secure a reputable and reliable babysitter, on Jason and Chrissy’s first night out since becoming parents, the tiny blonde had checked her phone excessively and begged her husband to blow off their reservation to go back to Zoë.

“Hey, listen to me Cunningham,” You smile and set her back a pace, hands on her shoulders. “Zoë is one lucky kid, and she is so loved.” You turn her around to see the piles of presents on the kitchen counter, a cake that’s perfectly iced and decorated on the island at the center of the kitchen, and the living room which has been transformed into what you can only hope is Jason’s worst nightmare— pink glitter and streamers and balloons that float up to the rafters on the ceiling.

And it startles you, a little, to contemplate the lengths you’d go to in order to ensure the little girl’s happiness. How much you’ve grown to care for, what Munson jokingly (you hope) refers to as “the little freeloader.”

Chrissy squeezes your hands tightly, cheeks coloring with the slightest embarrassment at her teary outburst, before she’s swept off by a neighbor or friend, someone in her mommy and me yoga group, maybe.

“Hey, uh,” An all too familiar voice draws you from your thoughts. “I think they’re cutting the cake now.”

Eddie’s leaning against the doorframe of the nursery, wearing the same black shirt he had worn to your non-date, looking hesitant and understanding, his brown eyes scanning Zoë’s nursery, likely reflecting on all of the time and effort it took to make the room come together. You know for a fact that Eddie and Jason assembled all the furniture, a very moody and exhausted pregnant Chrissy’s version of the ‘get along’ t-shirt.

And he’d come away with no less than four fingers “accidentally” hit by the hammer. While Jason had no fewer than five things (shelves, electric screwdrivers, hammers, plywood, and a leg of the crib) “dropped” on his feet.

“Do you know what flavor it is?”

The look he gives you is flat and incredulous, as if you’ve insulted is intelligence by daring to assume that he didn’t.

“Vanilla,” He says, pulling his hair into some semblance of a top-knot. “With the stuff in it.”

Funfetti, you mentally correct him, your inner voice pretentious despite yourself.

“There was a hoard of kids jonesing for it,” He continues, “So if you wanna slice…”

“No, I’m good— let’s go,” You offer, a slight smile on your lips as you pass him in the hallway.

His shoulder brushes yours as your descend the stairs into the screaming kids and chaos down below. The cake, which is funfetti with pink frosting according to Jason’s mother who corrects Eddie no more than three times about it, is a huge hit with the kids and adults, alike.

Zoë smears her first slice of cake all across her face with chubby little hands. Photos are taken, people are posed and prodded as they await the flash and prompt to “look over here!” There’s several of Jason and Chrissy flanking their baby girl. You and Eddie are roped in as well, Zoë and her biggest fans. Eventually, Jason and Chrissy set aside for photos of just you and Eddie with their daughter, as she smears bright pink frosting all over Eddie’s shirt and the laugh that slips up your throat is more of a cackle than you’d like.

“We’d like to propose a toast,” Jason declares, after all the guests have left— after their parents have been shuffled off into their cars, and Zoë has been put to bed. The four of you sitting on the living room floor with various hues of pink dotted along skin, clothing, and hair. Chrissy passes out flutes of champagne, as if they’d planned for this, that is until Munson swipes the bottle like the greedy bastard he is.

You briefly wonder if they’re about to announce that they’re having another baby, and blanch at the thought. Two babies under two, how in the hell—

“Well,” Jason begins, “It’s been one hell of a year and, honestly, Chris and I couldn’t have made it through without your help.” He pauses looking both you and Eddie in the eye, and it’s oddly sincere? Eddie’s uncomfortable cough breaks the tenuous calm.

Later, after Chrissy has deemed the living room and kitchen livable once again and everyone has said their goodnights, you wind up outside a familiar door.

"And if I kissed you again - " Eddie says and stares at you for a long moment, trying to read between the lines.

You glance up at him, lips in an almost-smirk. "Don't be presumptuous."

He smiles at you and your heart flutters. "I would never.”

"Munson," You cut him off. "Don't assume that you know what I want."

His hand is on your cheek then, fingers brushing against your hairline, and his kiss doesn't take you by surprise, not even for a moment.

"We won't talk," He breathes against your lips.

"I hate you," You whisper, your hands landing on his shoulders, your resolve toppling to the floor. "I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone."

He has the audacity to laugh. "You're still talking."

"You're still kissing me," You mumble.

"Are we compromising?" He wonders teasingly.

"You and me?" You laugh, head tipping back as his lips trail down your neck. "Impossible."

In the morning after you leave for the airport and say your hushed goodbyes to Chrissy, Zoë, and Jason, just when it feels like you’ve lived a million years since the last time you’d found yourself in his arms, there is a message from Eddie Munson on your voicemail.

"You left," He says. He doesn't sound bitter. He sounds normal. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm not surprised.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #modern!eddie #f!oc reader #fic: eby

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hyperfixated-gvf · 2 years ago

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Sleeper Sled

On the tenth day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:

A fluffy sledding fic where Jake is grumpy!

Christmas Song Pairing: “Dashing Through the Snow" by A Very Convoluted History of Versions and Singers

Trope: Sledding

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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Some suggestive implications, language

Words: 2k

Author's Note: I'm not quite done with the Sammy fic that was supposed to go out today, so I had to switch up the pattern. Hope you don't mind! Besides, that also means we'll be finishing off Tropemas with 2 very smutty rhythm section fics ;)

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Jake had been grumpy when you woke him up before noon. It’s not like you could blame him — you knew intimately how late he stayed up. But you had plans for the day, and when you were finally able to bribe him with a hot coffee and food on the way to where you were taking him, he finally dragged himself out of bed, demanding a kiss, as well.

“Where are we even going?” He mumbled once you pulled away, resistant to his attempts to deepen the kiss and get you back in bed.

You patted his hip and went back to searching for Jake’s good winter gloves in the box of miscellaneous hats, scarves, gloves, and mittens. “A date,” you said.

“I could plan a perfectly good date right here, though,” came Jake’s reply from the bathroom. “And then we wouldn’t have to trek through the snow.”

The sink started to run, so you didn’t bother responding. You knew that Jake’s idea of a date at home would be him offering to teach you how to make a dish, eventually kicking you out of the kitchen because the only people he really liked cooking with are his mom and dad, and then watching a movie until you either passed out, got bored, or started fucking.

So, no. You would not be staying here. And besides, trekking through the snow was part of the date, something that Jake soon found out as soon as he saw the “Joy’s Old Sleddin’ Hill” sign sitting atop the gate you passed under to pull into the freshly-salted parking lot.

“Sledding?” Jake questioned, doubt tinging his tone. “Have you ever been snowboarding? It’s much more fun.”

You fixed your boyfriend with an unamused glare. He wasn’t usually such a spoil-sport, but you knew he’d been up in the music room all night, hyper-fixated on a new riff that he just had to get before he got to bed. You’d had this date planned for a couple of weeks now, though, and he’d known about it even if you’d kept the location a secret. Because of that, you had very little sympathy for his late-night habits.

“Yes. With your family last year, remember? When you took me out because you and Sam wouldn’t stop fucking around on the beginner’s slope?”

Jake tried to stop the smile from reaching his lips, but you saw the small smirk take over eventually and shook your head good-naturedly. “Oh yeah,” he coughed, covering up his amusement poorly. “Alrighty. Well, if we’re gonna do it, then, let’s do it.”

Despite the less-than-enthusiastic send-off, Jake reached for your hand when you met up behind the car to walk to the sled rental but before you took off, hooked his newly-gloved finger into your scarf so that he could pull it down and kiss your cheek.

“Trying to suck up to me now, Kiszka?” you teased, readjusting your scarf before leaning into your boyfriend. He must have felt bad for being a sourpuss, but you hadn’t let it affect your mood because you knew he’d come around. And again, he wasn’t always like this – you were willing to give him a break every so often when he let his creative genius take over.

“I would never,” he denied, but you saw the smile. “Why would I when I’m still getting cold and wet on a Sunday when we could have been warm and wet in–”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” you gasped, pasting your wool-covered palm over his mouth, “there are children around!” It didn’t stop him, because you could feel his breath seep into your mitten as he mumbled incoherently into your hand, so you just kept it there as you walked until he quieted again. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

Perhaps it was a warning and a threat to you, but Jake just smiled mischievously and sighed, “If that’s how I’m gonna get out of climbing up this God forsaken hill, I’ll give a dramatic rendition of last night.”

You scoffed and glanced over at him, approaching the sled rental, finally. “What– before or after you left me on the bed to go and chase your little guitar chords?”

That certainly got Jake’s attention, and he narrowed his eyes before leaning in. He didn’t really want to get kicked out, after all. “I left you exhausted, don’t pretend like I didn’t take care of you first,” he said, the complaint ripe in his words.

You smiled as you shelled out for the best sleds the little shack had and thought about disagreeing just to see where it got you but, eventually, decided that you didn’t actually want to ruin Jake’s day. “You did,” you conceded, giving up the fight - and he had, you just much preferred to cuddle with him after he rocked your shit than with his pillow as he returned to his one true love. You weren't made by Gibson, after all.

You gave Jake his sled as you made for the hill, and he harrumphed behind you, but followed. Even trudging up the hill, you didn’t talk much, too busy trying not to look as out of shape as you both were. But, heavy breathing and all, Jake began to get a tad bit more pep in his step the further toward the top you got.

As much as he grouched about getting up early and being cold and wet, he was a Michigan boy at heart, and you knew he missed the plethora of slopes around every corner. He never passed up a chance to grab his old snowboard from his parent’s garage when you visited, and he’d disappear with Josh for hours once he knew you were comfortable and had something to do (as if his family ever ran out of things to do).

Sledding wasn’t that much different.

Someone flew past you on their way down, and Jake watched as the snow sprayed up behind them. “Damn…” he muttered, taking another look at his board. “Are you sure we don’t need to go back down and rent some goggles and a couple of helmets?”

“I knew you’d come around,” you said smugly, finally approaching the end of the line of people waiting to be placed and given the green light by the workers. “You can’t stay away from extreme snow sports.”

Jake furrowed his brows. “Since when has sledding been an extreme sport?” he scoffed, still keeping up the fake attitude, even though you could see him bouncing on his heels.

As the line gradually shortened with each person that quickly picked up speed on the steep hill, you and Jake kept up the banter, but it quickly turned competitive when your boards were placed on the snow.

“So what do I get if I win?” Jake asked, a suggestive tone that only you could pick up on lacing his words.

Waiting for the workers to nod that you were good to push off, you rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Anything you want,” you told him, sickly sweet. “But you won’t win, so it’ll actually be what I’ll get when I win.”

Jake’s eyes turned up in a smile you couldn’t see because of his adjusted scarf, but you heard him reply, “Anything you want,” just before the worker told you you could go.

As fast as you could, you dug your boots into the snow and pushed yourself down the hill like a little, snow-dwelling frog. Jake was still hanging out in your peripheral, right next to you, and you began to think there might be some merit to his words about goggles, with the spray that occurred as the hill dropped to be steeper and your sled skidded across pillowy white drifts that felt like icy needles on your face.

Perhaps it was because you had to close your eyes against the elements, or maybe your focus shifted as you felt like you’d fly right off the course and into the parking lot, but you didn’t notice Jake converging in on you until his muffled voice was inches away and he was reaching out a hand to stop the collision.

“Jake!” you squealed, trying to muscle him away from you. But with his efforts clashing with yours, you only succeeded in swinging him out in front of you, so that he was going down the hill backwards and you were the only one who saw the absolute trainwreck of a stop that was evolving.

The huge snowdrift at the bottom of the hill acted as a stopper, and if a rider hadn’t lost enough momentum by the time they reached it, they’d either continue to sled up and then succumb to gravity, or they would shoot forward into the snow if the sled got caught before it went up.

With your combined weight, either way was gonna hurt.

The sleds slowed as the incline leveled out, but it wasn’t enough, and as soon as you hit the snowdrift, Jake tumbled off abruptly as the nose of the sled caught a compressed lip of ice from where it had been compacted by many sledders before you. And although his hands were ripped from yours, you still followed, giggling all the way.

“That was a softer landing than I had imagined,” you cackled breathlessly, taking deep breaths against the puffy material of Jake’s coat. His arm encircled your waist, and with a quick shake of his head, he dislodged the scarf from where it had been wrapped around his nose and lips.

“Soft because you landed on me,” he accused with a little laugh, digging his fingers into the layers that hid you.

Not wanting to be run over by other sledders, you got up off of him and held out your hand, which Jake took gratefully. “What do you mean? You’re all hard man muscle,” you drawled jokingly. “I was lucky you were wearing that big ol’ coat, or I probably would’ve broken something.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jake snorted, grabbing the stings of both sleds and hauling them out of the way.

He was quiet as you made your way back to the path leading up to the top of the hill, and you gently caught his elbow. “Sorry I crushed you there,” you apologized, not really thinking he was mad at you, but to hear his voice again. You knew he likely just didn’t have anything to say, but having woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you wanted to make sure he was actually having a good time and wasn’t just putting on a brave face for you. “We can go a few more times and then blow this popsicle stand if it traumatized you too much.”

Jake glanced at you, brows raised as he took in your offering. You knew the second the lightbulb went off because he scooted off to the side of the trail and looped the sled strings around his arm so that they wouldn’t slide away back down the hill, and then grabbed your hand. “Hey, I’m having fun,” he claimed, genuine happiness softening his features in a way that made you relax for the time being.

“I know!” you assured, maybe a little too quickly, as anything less would make you feel foolish for doubting Jake’s emotional state. Jake picked up on that and made sure you were holding his gaze before he ran a cold, slightly damp finger down your nose in an affectionate gesture.

He put on his best sweet voice, sleepy and a little raspy just the way you loved. “Thank you for taking the time out of your day to plan this,” he said sincerely as tendrils of winter began to settle between the gaps of your layers now that you weren’t actively struggling up a steep hill and getting your body warm with exertion. “I appreciate you putting up with me more than you know.”

Sufficiently reassured that Jake was happy, you took your sled from his arm. “I don’t put up with you. I love you just the way you are,” you said mischievously. “Even when you wake up grumpy and leave me without cuddles after blowing my back out.”

You took off up the hill, leaving Jake with a shocked expression that quickly turned offended. “I did not! And what happened to ‘there are children around?’”

You laughed as he chased you as quickly as he could with clunky snow boots on. In your opinion, the sledding date was most certainly going to turn out a success.

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fluff-a-nutter · 5 hours ago

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Murder Drones TK headcanons- Nuzi

I haven’t decided if I ship them or not yet, so these can be interpreted as platonic or romantic.

Because I now have a new hyper fixation, have some headcanons.

This silly goober!!

He’s a lee leaning switch

worst spots are his tummy and an oddly specific spot on the back of his neck (don’t ask, he has no clue either.)

Hilariously easy to tease

If he’s being tickled he’ll normally just curl up and giggle like a dork

Loses 90% of the tickle fights he’s in (he doesn’t fight too hard)

Accidentally kicked Uzi once because she ambushed him and apologized at least 60 times.

Don’t be fooled tho he’s a pretty good ler when he wants to be

He’s the perfect blend of ready and sweet

If his Lee screams too loud or seems even slightly uncomfortable he stops to make sure they’re okay.

Overall, he just wants people to have a good time with tickles on the giving and receiving end

Uzi

She’s such a gremlin I love her

Ler leaning switch

worst spots are her hips, armpits, and wings

doesn't let just anyone tickle her

for a long time, the only one allowed to tickle her was N.

very squirmy. Hold her down if you don’t want to get punched/kicked

will hold back laughter until her death spots are targeted

if you tickle her, be prepared to get a taste of your own medicine

says “bite me” in response to teases

hates baby talk

she’s vicious as a ler

shows no mercy

don’t ask her how she knows everyone’s death spots, she just does

loved tickling N

Overall, don’t tickle her unless you’re prepared to get it back

So yeah, that’s all I’ve got! Let me know if you have other headcanons for the goobers!

#sfw tickle community #tickle fluff #murder drones tickles #the goobers #tickle headcanons #glitch productions tickle #switch!uzi #switch!N

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amourcheol · 3 months ago

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hey fia! oh my god first off i just wanna say i’ve read absolutely everything you’ve written so far and i just eat it up everytime. general cheol? chef’s kiss, i literally think about the great war like once a week it is slightly unhealthy. BUT PARIS i think about every single day since i read it, it’s been in my tbr for the longest time because i wanted to be fully immersed in it when i read it if that makes sense? and i was so happy i did that because i just fell in love with it once i read it. i love love love a slightly messy, slightly questionable main character and the way jeonghan worships her in spite of it all??? LITERALLY IN LOVE. my favourite type of writing is character-driven writing in general and i just feel like i really got to know each and every one, even seungkwan (who was so funny by the way, every time his name showed up i physically smiled). anyway i’ll stop singing my praises for paris now sorry it’s just my latest hyperfixation lol!!

ANYWHO the main purpose of this ask was actually to tell you how excited i am to read ur vernon fic!!! i literally live laugh love and breathe watching the detectives (cillian murphy has also been a hyperhyperhyperfixation of mine for literal years now but that’s besides the point) and VERNON IS THE PERFECT MEMBER TO PUT IN A WATCHING THE DETECTIVES AU like please i’m just so excited to read it and i am now about to absolutely devour the teaser. thanks for listening to my ted talk <3<3<3

hello hello user ourkivee!! firstly this ask made me kick my feet like a little schoolgirl TAKE RESPONSIBILITY ‼️‼️

Secondly THANK YOU SO MUCH ????? ur so right questionable protagonists who lowkey are mean and hard to defend but still get their redemption arc are my FAVESSSS and what is even sweeter is a simp like I AM NO ONE IF NOT A SIMP WRITER … im so happy u enjoyed the characterisations !! I feel like in fics it’s so so important to add life to the people (arguably more important than plot at times depending on what ur writing!!) and knowing Paris was ur hyper fixation makes me so so giddy so thank u for that honour !! 💖💖

OH MY FOD FINALLY SOMEONE WHOS WATCHED IT when i say since watching peaky blinders in 2019 i have WORSHIPPED THIS MAN cillian Murphy has the craziest range ever and watching him be a silly goofy film bro be humbled by a bad bitch was pure cinematic perfection and NGLLLLLL Vernon is such a filmbro the amount of Nolan movies I saw in his recs …. BUT IM SO GLAD U SEE RHE VISION 💖💖

#asks #ourkivee asks #filmbrozoned tings #paris tings #THANK U SM FOR THIS LOVELY ASK 😭😭💖😭😭💖😭💖💖😭#ur one of the few people on this planet i have interacted w that has watched this movie #like it was my entire personality for the past eight months #need to finish this fuck ass fic IM SO CLOSE … LITERALLY 2K MORE WORDS AND KM FINITO #thank u for taking sm of ur time to read my works and being excited for the upcoming fic !!#it means the world and more 💖

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sophsun1 · 1 year ago

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I am so sorry, i feel like I am annoying the hell out of you but BRIAN PROPOSED!!! And he bought a house!!! I am screaming, kicking and crying all at once! He called Justin his prince!!! For 5 entire seasons he couldn’t even say the word love towards Justin. He always backed out or denied it or made some joke of it, anything to hide that he does love him and the second he said those three words to Justin, it was like the flood gates opened up! ‘Didn’t you hear what i said yesterday?’ ‘To prove to the person I love how much i love him’ GOSH!! The ‘that I would give him anything, i would…do anything, I’d be anything’ part made me want to cry. GOSH THAT WAS AMAZING! But i also unfortunately know that it has an “open” ending or whatever so while I don’t know what is coming, I do know that I will hate it. Anyway i am now going to disappear and stop rambling/spamming because its way too much but also my gosh am I happy that i came across your gifs of this show.

Hey anon!

I have nothing to add really lmao.

Listen don't knock it until you've seen it I don't hate the ending in of itself it's just some parts of it I wish I could rewrite but it's not out and out hatred for it. I still love the spirit of it and the scenes we get doesn't take from the story for me anyway.

Hey, it's why I make my gifs so others can enjoy them and why gifmakers do it, so their hyper fixations can reach a wider audience. I'm glad I could help.

Enjoy the finale, and don't forget tissues are recommended.

P.S I'm guessing you're watching the streaming version of the show? If you are I wanted to say that it's my duty to tell you the hideous soundtrack associated with it, that literally makes my ears bleed is not the original qaf soundtrack which is heaven sent and adds *so much* to the viewing experience and the episodes. I suggest if you want to, to search out the original soundtrack if you're a fan of music.

#soph asks #good luck and enjoy the finale

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thatoneguitargirl · 2 years ago

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Yo, I would absolutely kill for some Robin Buckley x fem reader fluff? Thanks!

𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 | robin buckley x reader

god am i out of practice. this is severely unedited and lowkey shitty but i’m trying my best

in which robin is a liar and (Y/N) sees right through her

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“ROBIN. ROBIN. ROBIN. ROBIN.” (Y/N) drones on and on. “Robin, why aren’t you talking to me? Is something wrong? Robin. Robin. Robin.”

“What (Y/N)?!”

“You weren’t talking to me. What’s up?”

(Y/N) slides off the bed to meet where her girlfriend was sitting on the floor. Robin’s eyebrows were scrunched together and she was bobbing her head intently to whatever was playing in the headphones. When she realizes, Robin slips them onto her neck and looks over.

“Nothing. I’m just doing homework,”

(Y/N)’s jaw drops. No way was Robin actually doing homework without being asked. “Liar,” she whispers.

“Nuh-uh”

"Yeah-huh,” (Y/N) reaches over and tries to snatch the headphones but Robin dodges.

The freckled girl tucks her legs and rolls across the room away from her girlfriend. Quickly patting down her pockets, Robin sighs in relief as she feels the cassette player safely in her pocket. (Y/N) stares over at her and scowls. So this is how she wants to play it.

(Y/N) speeds over and attempts to pin Robin to the ground. And she does.. for a good 5 seconds. Suddenly, Robin is kicking and whining, “(Y/N)! Get off of me, right now!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong! I can annoy you forever, don’t try me Robin”

(Y/N) reaches for the tape in her girlfriend’s pocket and just narrowly grabs it. Her fingertips brush the edge before she’s dropped hard on the carpet. Her head knocks against the carpet and she yells. “Ow, you’re gonna kill me!”

Robin smirks, “You deserve it for being nosy”

(Y/N)’s face fixes into a pout. She blinks her eyes really fast and looks up at her girlfriend. Robin notices the trick immediately and starts laughing hysterically. Her mouth is wide open and she starts to double over. “Please (Y/N), don’t make me laugh anymore. I’m trying to study.” Robin laughs harder until she’s fallen on the floor. Legitimately convulsing.

“Give it up. You’re so not studying!”

Robin continues laughing, but throws her device over to (Y/N). “Here- take it,” She manages to get out before bursting into a fit of laughter once again.

Face brightening, (Y/N) runs over and pulls the headphones onto her ears. She clicks the play button so hard she almost breaks it, only to be greeted by... Lesley Gore? The girl raises an eyebrow.

“I PROMISE IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK! It’s for band! We’re doing a song in band!” Robin immediately ceases her laughter and runs over to steal back the tape. (Y/N) turns away and continues listening. No way. This doesn’t fit a band at all. And… seriously? This for a marching band??

“Oh really,” (Y/N) taunts. “And it’s not that there’s a secret Lesley Gore fan under your ‘i’m cool and different’ persona?”

Robin flushes a deep red, which she thinks she’s hiding well. “Pfft- I would never. That music is so old… and boring… and…”

(Y/N) pushes the headphones to her neck. “And?”

Robin sighs. Resigned, she says, “good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah, actually I find that her music really speaks to me. Plus, I have this theory that she’s secretly a lesbian because who would sing about boys that much. Of course, it was the 60’s and blah blah blah blah”

(Y/N) stopped listening halfway through and just giggled to herself. She was right and now she gets to see her favorite thing, Robin talking endlessly about her hyper-fixations. She watches as her girlfriend’s mouth moves a mile a minute, but (Y/N) doesn’t care about the words coming out. She just wants to admire.

Eventually, Robin has to take a breath for air and (Y/N) takes this as her only chance to speak . “I’m not upset you know.”

Robin cocks her head, “You’re not? Than why did you look all judgy and disgusted?”

(Y/N) smiles subtly. “Just thinking about how my girlfriend lied to be and tried to kill me in the same night. It hurts, you know.” She places a hand to her chest and frowns.

Robin rolls her eyes and holds out her hand. “Toss me the tape. I’ll put it on the speaker so we can both listen.”

(Y/N) clicks the eject button, but nothing happens. She clicks it again. And again. And again. Uh oh.

“I swear to god (Y/N) if you broke my Walkman, I’m gonna kill you.”

(Y/N)’s eyes go wide before she drops everything and bolts from the room.

#fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #maya hawke x reader #maya hawke

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howdoyousleep3 · 2 years ago

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soooo I googled Gabe Kepler (since I’m Australian) and from ONE pic, the $14M net worth, the S&P beard and the age?

I’m ready to listen. lead the way bestie

I should have known you would be the one to indulge me. 😌 Ilysm.

Okay okay okay pardon the usual fandom interruption, hehe. But...

...he is more than worthy of this interruption. 🤭

Listen, I don't know anything about this man aside from the half hour burst of hyper-fixation where I googled him so, aside from the facts, this is complete bullshit fantasy, okay okay okay?

he’s the manager, the coach, the leader because of course this mf is

he sure looks like the definition of tall, dark, and handsome in my book, is fit af, a big boi, could probably pick up my twin mama 200+ pound tush up and 😮‍💨

the beard, the beard is impeeeeeccable, it's tight and salt and peppery, and looks soft af, barkbarkwoofwoof c'mere zaddy

the hand tattoo. the hand tattoo. the hand tattoo (from what i read it's to memorialize his father who had parkinson's 🥺) don't mind me sitting here dizzy in my drool, what a pretty necklace it would make 😵‍💫

and the sheer size of his hands alone has me faint, wanna get 'em on my throat on my waist on my ass plz

he openly believes in the blm movement, doesn't come out for the national anthem, uses his platform to take a stance and speak out on unjustness and that's arguably the hottest thing about him

y'all should see him get angry too, he got kicked out of a game recently and I 😳🥲

he's' almost 50 years old..........

his taste in music is 💅🏻🙏🏻😻 he once stopped an interview so everyone could listen to greta van fleet playing in the stadium lol my man

have I mentioned he’s ripped af? Like the body is shredded, it’s wild

my current daydream is one where he picks me up from my apartment (daydreams do not include husband or twinsies no I do not feel bad about that yes I am madly in love with my life and my family) and we baaaaaaaarely make it to dinner in time and he’s handsy af and he feeds me bites of food from his fingers and it’s steamy af and he gives me kisses all up and down my neck and asks if I want to come back to his place and—

In conclusion: the stamina, that mean mug, the glasses, the hands, the broodiness, the passion, the body

In conclusion:

#askK #my teesha tag #ily teesha #totally not fic related lmao #pardon the interruption #gabe kapler #my new daydream daddy #feel free to indulge me further or hit my inbox uppppp #anyway back to our regularly scheduled program lol

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rat-bastard-fics · 3 years ago

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She’s Sweet

Pairing: Leah Clearwater X F! Reader

Leah finally imprints

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and dissociation

Word Count: 631

Y/n

“Seth, I’d really rather stay home.” Seth Clearwater, my best friend who I, currently, am regretting, tugs me behind him towards the beach.

“You’re always home.” He somewhat whines at me as he proceeds. “Even Leah notices it.”

“Notices what–you complaining? I’ve never even met your sister.” I snort out a laugh at him in response, my snide remark somewhat mumbled.

“Complaining, concerned commentary, whatever you want to call it.” He smiles his signature sparkling excitement at me as our feet hit the sand. “Besides, we’re already here.”

With a huff, I follow Seth through the sand towards a small group of his friends. Only Seth could have broken through my hermit-like walls. Seth runs ahead of me, warmly greeting his friends and effectively leaving me in his dust. Sheepishly, I approach the crowd from behind him, wishing now even more than a few minutes ago that I was bundled up at home, wine and remote in their own respective hands.

“This is y/n.” Seth continues to smile and I begin to wonder where he finds enough cheek muscles to maintain such cheer. People greet me in a pattern of organized chaos, enough so that I pick things up here and there but really, for the most part, I just feel overstimulated and stressed. I continue taking deep breaths and somewhat swallow everything down under a veil of dissociation. Absently, I greet everyone as they approach before they agree to run off and play football, allowing me enough space to sit and rest on a piece of driftwood. I kick my feet under the sand before pulling them back out again, allowing myself something to hyper fixate on. Truthfully, I have no idea how long I sat like this and I was somewhat embarrassed at my lack of engagement–I was even more embarrassed by my lack of longing to change that. “Your Seth’s friend, right?” The driftwood shifts as someone else sits down beside me. In any normal situation, I would hate this sudden entrance into my own absentness. Somehow, though, there wasn’t anything threatening about neither this voice nor this presence.

“Y/n.” I look to my left, making eye contact with the beautiful woman who sat beside me and haphazardly sticking a hand out in her direction.

“Leah.” She grabs my hand in hers, meets my eye, and freezes.

Leah

After weeks of whining and begging, Seth got Sam to agree to allow a friend–not imprint–of his to join us at the beach. Not everyone was here today but, honestly, that’s probably for the best. I’ve never met y/n but I’ve heard enough about her to feel as though I have. The boys ran around, tossing a ball back and forth as I arrived. I didn’t see the y/h/c haired girl that Seth had spoken of so many times and grew somewhat confused until I spotted her sitting off to the side. Her arms were crossed over her stomach and she buried and retrieved her feet in and out of the sand repeatedly. I watched from a distance.

I can feel her nerves from here. I don’t know that I’m typically this in tune with other people’s emotions–aside from when my wolf-self mandates it–and maybe that’s out of sheer isolation, but her presence, no matter the distance, is pervasive. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time, I sat by her, watching the boys play ball.

“You’re Seth’s friend, right?” I knew the answer.

“y/n” Out of my peripheral vision, I can see her look towards me and hold her hand out. I smile and somewhat laugh under my breath, she’s sweet.

“Leah.” I grab her hand in mine and meet her eyes.

My world stops and begins again all at once.

#twilight #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #twilight fluff #leah clearwater #leah x reader #wolf #wolves #werewolves #wolf pack #seth clearwater #fanfiction #fan fiction #fan fic #julia jones #reader insert #gay #lesbian #lgbtq

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quindolyn · 4 years ago

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Could you do a marauders x reader fluff?? Like a poly relationship and it’s like Valentine’s Day or sumthing love ur writing <3

Armfuls of Sunshine || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2365

A/N: It’s not really valentines day in the fic or any holiday like that, it’s just that swim weather is setting in for me and I want a lazy day at the lake with the boys so this is completely self indulgent. I know I haven’t been writing a lot I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed and I wish I could say that this is a sign that my life is mellowing out but I’m afraid that it is actually to the contrary. In summary, don’t get your hopes up

Warnings: hastily written, tired while written, fem reader, kisses, lake day so reader is wearing a swimsuit, mentions of Remus’ body image issues and allusions to Sirius’ past abuse from his parents

Masterlist

You closed your eyes, leaning your head back to rest against Sirius’ shoulder who sat behind you with you between his legs. Sitting by the Black Lake he was shirtless, you adorned only in a modest two piece swimsuit leaving the skin of your belly exposed so that Sirius could trace shapes along the soft skin. With your back pressed to his chest and the sun’s rays hitting your front you were surrounded by warmth, like a nice little cocoon you were tucked into.

With your head against his shoulder you left the side of your neck open, vulnerable, allowing him to drip down wordlessly and brush his lips over the delicate skin before finding your sweet spot on the back of your neck and nipping lightly, his hands moving to grip your hips so you couldn’t squirm out of the hold he had on you.

“Siri!” You giggled, feeling Sirius grin into the side of your neck, getting just the reaction out of you that he had wanted.

“Shhh Puppy,” He whispered condescendingly in your ear, “Gotta be quiet, can’t wake up Jamie,” He nodded his head over to your right where just mere inches from you laid the slumbering boy, all messy black curls, hazel eyes, and with a physique that had you weak in the knees every time you saw him.

Currently his back was on display for you as he laid on his stomach, his hands resting beneath his forehead acting as a pillow, you admired the way the sunlight illuminated his skin and you could see the muscles subtly shift under that skin as he breathed deeply in his sleep.

Watching him, you became aware of just how hot the sun had gotten in the hour or so the three of you had been lounging out there, waiting for Remus to finish up his prefect duties so that the four of you could go cool off in the water together.

“We should wake him up, Siri,” You voiced, lifting yourself slightly from his lap in attempts to wake up James but quickly strong hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you back down to the spot between his muscled thighs.

“Oh come on baby, you don’t wanna do that, you know how grumpy the baby gets when you wake him up from a nap,” He murmured this mockingly into your neck, hoping that the boy he spoke of wouldn’t be able to hear him but as James let out a disgruntled groan and began to fidget you knew he was waking up.

Ignoring Sirius’ snarky remark, you leaned forward once more, this time Sirius’ hands just keeping a steady hold on your hips while making no effort to pull you back.

“Hey baby,” You crooned, supporting your weight on one hand pressed firmly to the ground while the other moved to bury itself deep in James’ locks, scratching with your nails the way you know he liked on his scalp, smiling at the content grunt the boy let out at your ministrations.

Gazing down at him you let your eyes scan his back once more, frowning as you noticed the slight pink tinge beginning to taint his skin, a precursor to what could be a wicked sunburn if not properly prevented. Letting your hand slip from his scalp you ran it down his neck and down his back, he was warmer than he should’ve been, it wasn’t just ‘laying in the sun’ kinda warm it was ‘beginning to fry’ kinda hot.

“Jamie,” You muttered again, louder this time so that you might be able to get more of his attention, “Jamie, wake up.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed, turning onto his side so that he was facing you, eyes slowly blinking open, squinting as they were flooded with the harsh light of the warm sun. He scooched himself so that he was still lying on his side but so that his head was resting against the hard planes of Sirius’ thigh, nuzzling into the soft skin half covered by his swim shorts which stopped at his mid thigh.

“You’re starting to get sunburned Jamie, can’t have our pretty boy getting hurt,” You explained to him the reason for your disturbance, returning your hand to his hair as he inched up the material of Sirius’ shorts to press kisses to his leg.

You felt Sirius shiver from behind you at the contact of James’ pretty lips on some of his most sensitive skin and you found his hand, interlacing your fingers to give him a squeeze.

“But the sun feels good,” James countered between kisses pressed to Sirius’ leg, not going higher or lower, just dancing around the circumference, tracing where the bottom of the shorts would usually sit.

“I know it does,” You agreed, gazing down at one of your three beautiful boys, “But how about you lay on your back for a little bit, let your tummy get some sun and then we’ll put on more sunscreen and hopefully by that time we’re done Rem will be done and we can go in the water.”

“Hmph,” James looked up at you, he was positioned in such a way that sunlight danced through his hazel irises, making him appear even more ethereal than usual, his tan skin glowing in the mid afternoon sun. He was the picture of effortless beauty.

It was unfair how easily the boy tanned, it was something Sirius in particular was envious of but as he positioned himself so that his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear, “He’s gorgeous isn’t he?”

“Breathtaking,” You nodded, only breaking your eyes away from James’ face when his eyes flitted back down to the thigh he used as a pillow, resuming his dusting of feather light kisses. “Just as breathtaking as you are,” Twisting your neck you were nose to nose with Sirius, pale skin stretched across his angular features shimmered beautifully in the sun, like someone had dusted glitter along his skin in his sleep making him look almost god like.

Your eyes flickered from his unnaturally ruby red lips to his grey eyes where you noticed a smear of black makeup beginning at the corner of his eye. You lifted your hand to your mouth, licking the pad of your thumb, before extending out from the corner of the boy’s eye where his eyeliner from earlier was smudged against his porcelain skin.

Allowing his eyes to flutter closed Sirius leaned into your touch and you felt your heart swell, there had been a point during your relationship with the three men where you reaching for his face would’ve caused him to flinch and back away, and even if your hand had somehow managed to make it to his face he would’ve sat there awkwardly and rigid until you pulled away.

But this comfort was a demonstration of the trust that had formed, not just between the two of you but all four of you, even if one member was absent at the moment.

“There we go,” You murmured, pulling your hand back to your lap, though Sirius followed it, not wanting to break contact with you until the las possible second.

“Better now?”

“Much.”

Casting your gaze back down at the near comatose form of one of your other boyfriends you frowned as James had still yet to shift so that his back wasn’t exposed to the sun.

Though Sirius pretended not to care as much as you he too noticed the pinkish tint James’ skin was starting to take on. Resting one of his hands, stronger than yours, on James' face he began rubbing small circles on his cheek, occasionally running his fingers through the other boy’s hair to keep it out of his way.

“She’s right Jamesie,” His low baritone sounded, “Don’t need you with a sunburn so roll over for us, can put your head right back in my lap, just want you to be okay.”

“But m’comfy,” The other boy protested into Sirius’ thigh, saliva spilling out onto the hard canvas of muscle.

Knowing that if James wasn’t going to listen to you or Sirius there was one person whose opinion would matter you spoke, “Can’t have Remmy worrying about you Jamie,” You implored gently, “We’re out here to help him relax,”

You were right, with the full moon in a matter of days Remus had been high strung, constantly fidgeting, lost in his head, spacing out during class while also hyper fixating on the most minute of details. The boy was a tightly wound mess and desperately just needed a relaxing afternoon with his three favorite people.

If he even had an inkling that one of you was anything other than completely fine he would focus all of his energy in on that, forgetting the real reason you were supposed to be out there together.

It was those words that seemed to reach James and had him turning over onto his back so that the back of his head was now cradled in his hands which were interlocked and resting upon Sirius’ thigh, his strong, muscled legs kicked out underneath him, his ankles crossed.

You allowed your eyes to run up and down James’ impressive form, thighs just as beautiful, but more defined that Sirius’ but hidden behind a pair of coral swim trunks. His abs were without a doubt the most defined out of all four of you, like his thighs this part of his physique could be attributed to countless hours on the Quidditch pitch, training him and his team ruthlessly, pushing every physical boundary. It had obviously paid off as the strong muscles of his biceps and triceps flexed as he had his arms positioned to prop his head up.

Flicking your glance behind you you noticed that Sirius was appreciating the view just as much as you were, and who could really blame you? James was gorgeous, and he was all yours just as the stunnig boy behind you was.

Once again pushing yourself out of Sirius’ lap you used your hands to stabilize your body on the ground, your palms pressed flat against the soft material of the towel that was laid out underneath you so that your face was mere inches above James. You didn’t even bother waiting for him to close his eyes before you were melding your lips with his, closing your eyes in contentment as you felt his lips fall open for yours, his tongue peeking out to trace your soft cushions.

Reaching a hand up to cup your jaw James used it to pull your face down closer towards his. You released a muffled “umph” as you were forced to drop from your hands to your forearms to support yourself comfortably and James gently took your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping gently as he deepened the kiss.

Before you could reciprocate, matching his passion, there were another pair of strong hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you away from James’ lips and out of Sirius’ lap.

You let out a high pitched shriek at the sudden, unexpected motion and with what appeared to be minimal effort the hold on you shifted from your waist to supporting you under the bend of your knees and the small of your back.

Not being alarmed as the deep laughter that erupted from the figure was not only familiar but reassuring, you rested your head against Remus’ chest, having recognized him instantly. Inhaling deeply the scent of the thin t-shirt he’d thrown on before making his way down to the lake after finishing his prefect duties you knew that it was no doubt either Sirius’ or James’ as the three boys rarely ever wore their own shirts, always preferring each other’s.

“Hi Rem,” You smiled, gazing up at his visage from your place in his arms, you squinted because his head was positioned directly in front of the sun, making it look like there was a brilliant halo glowing around him.

“Hi baby, I missed you,” He cooed down at you, pressing a sweet and simple peck to your puckered lips before rising back up to his full height, still cradling you in his arms.

“You can put me down now Remmy,” You giggled, not satisfied with the brief kiss he’d given you, you clasped his jaw similarly to the way James had yours to bring his lips back down to yours.

But once again, much to your chagrin, he kept the kiss short, no matter the firm hand you kept on his jaw, perhaps even shorter than the last once before pulling away and setting you down softly on the ground, taking great care to ensure you were balanced before letting go of his hold on you.

“Neither of those were real kisses,” You complained, resting your hand against his chest, your head at a near ninety degree angle to look up at the male who towered over you.

“No?” He asked teasingly.

Rising to the bait you answered, “No.”

“Don’t whine baby,” Sirius chimed in from where he laid, still lounging upon the ground, “Remmy’s had a very exhausting day (Y/N), can’t blame him if his kissing isn’t what it usually is.”

Pushing himself up off the ground Sirius sauntered over to where you and Rem stood, making a show as he carelessly flinging his arms around Remus’ neck.

“Now come on Remus,” He ordered with a false arrogance, “Carry me to the water!” Letting his head fall back dramatically he stood there expectantly but was met only with Remus’ light laughter as he ducked out from under the smaller boy’s arms.

“I don’t think so Pads,” Remus said as pulled off his shirt, you grinned at the seemingly unimportant action but just as Sirius trusting you to touch him made your heart soar so did this. Remus proudly and carelessly displaying all of the beautiful scars that decorated his chest made you so proud of the progress the four of you had all made together.

“Get Jamie to carry you,” Once again lifting you into his arms Remus pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “Already got my arms full.”

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