#or his sandwiches would seem a lot smaller than usual

[magnolia-miraculous]

I know that I’ve been dead for like eight months and there’s absolutely no precursor to this on my blog but,,

I can’t stop thinking about the whole “Plagg replaces Adrien’s arm” possibility for the All Left AU, and more specifically the fact that it wouldn’t be safe for Adrien to hold food in that arm bc it would mysteriously go missing.

[logarhythm-bees]

To Unearth and Back Again; ⛅Chapter 4

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Where'd it go? Where'd it go? A perfect case for a private eye I'm searching far and wide So here we go, here we go We're not gonna stop 'til we find what we're missin'

-Where'd it Go, Pipp Petals

A few moments later, they were all sitting at the table, except for Patton, who had shooed everyone out and was trying to fan the smell of burnt packing peanuts out of the kitchen. 

“Do you need help–” Logan started, immediately being cut off by a “Nope!” from the kitchen and some flapping noises. The fan over the stove kicked on with a woosh and a sigh of relief from Patton who emerged a moment later with a couple stacks of pancakes and some various toppings on a serving platter. “Breakfast’s ready!” He cheered. “Here we are, let me just grab some plates.”

Patton handed Logan the platter, which he set carefully on the table as Patton dashed back into the kitchen and out again with the aforementioned dishware, placing a fork, knife and plate in front of each of them. He eyed Remus warily for a moment before giving him the knife, however, but gave him one too, albeit very cautiously and with a careful eye as Patton moved to sit down.

Nobody really talked through the meal. All the noises heard were the clink of silverware and Remus chuckling quietly under his breath.

After breakfast, all the sides but Roman left to go off to their rooms, so Roman took out his sketchbook and started jotting down picnic ideas. He wasn’t planning on a lot of food, but he thought it would be nice to make some tea sandwiches and maybe a couple small cakes for Virgil. Roman wasn’t a practiced chef, but he figured he could manage cutting up some smaller-than-usual sandwiches, and though he’d always liked the idea he certainly wasn’t one for baking; he shuddered at the memory of the time he tried to make a bundt cake and added way too much sugar and chocolate syrup.

“I wanted it to be sweet!” Roman said, looking at the flat mess of unevenly cooked batter.

“I know, Roman,” Logan replied. “But that’s not how baking works. It’s a science. If you mess with the ingredient amounts, it won’t always work out.”

He shoved the memory back into the depths of his brain, shaking it out of his head. Okay, a cake-cake was probably out, but he might be able to handle a mug cake like he’d seen shorts of! They seemed simple enough. And he could put it in Virgil’s favorite mug, too! That sounded like it would be great! 

Roman smiled to himself, opening YouTube on his phone and looking for mug cake recipes. He scrolled through the videos for a while, taking notes on the ones Virgil might like and sketching little pictures of fancy ways he could put ice cream or toppings on them.

He stayed there for a couple hours before a rumble sounded from the stairs, and Roman startled, jumping up from the couch and preparing to fight.

Patton came running frantically into the room, looking down and up and every other which way, and Roman flopped back to his place on the couch. “Janus?” he called. He turned to Roman on the couch, worried. “Have you seen Janus?”

“Nope,” Roman said, popping the P, and looking back to his sketchbook. “He’s probably in his room practicing lying to and manipulating people, or something.”

“I thought he might be in his room, but he wasn’t there,” Patton said, not really processing the jab at Janus as he peeked under the couch cushions. “Janus!” Patton called, even peeking in the glasses on the coffee table. “Where are you?”

“He wasn’t in Thomas’s apartment either,” Logan claimed, rising through the floor with Thomas in tow, and wow, okay, everyone was just interrupting Roman’s quality thinking time today, that was so cool. Absolutely awesome. (Roman was being sarcastic, by the way). 

“I don’t know where he is,” grumbled Roman, “and I was a little bit busy in here, would you mind leaving? Please?”

“Sorry!” Patton said, scurrying out of the room, motioning for Thomas and Logan to follow. “Sorry. I’m just- I’m worried. I haven’t seen him since breakfast, and he usually comes out his room and hangs around with us by now.” 

Roman knew that all too well, having an alarm scheduled on his phone specifically for leaving-the-living-room-before-Janus-came-back time, and he supposed it was a bit odd that Janus hadn’t shown up yet, but also, he didn’t actually really care where Janus was. 

“I don’t know,” Roman groaned again. Check in the cabinet, I don’t know. Can I have my creative time alone now?”

Patton nodded overenthusiastically, pushing Thomas and Logan out of the room. “Of course!” he said, disappearing down the hallway and shouting for Janus again. Roman sighed and put in his headphones, deciding to ignore them for the next few hours.

Seven minutes later, Roman was helping them look, because Virgil had plopped onto the couch next to him and whispered in his ear asking Roman to “Please help me, I know you don’t really want to look for Janus and I don’t really feel like it either, but the nervous energy radiating off of the others is driving me insane. Please, the sooner we find him they can stop and we can all relax.”

So Roman was grumpily making his way around the house, peeking in drawers and under stacks of papers and in baskets of laundry. He dared to peek into the other’s rooms if the doors were open, absolutely not searching around the room, but giving a cursory glance from the doorway and a shout of “Janus?” before closing the door and going back into the hall. He’d checked Logan’s and Remus’s rooms and found nothing, and he hummed, trying to figure out where else to look. He supposed he could check his own bedroom–he doubted Janus would be in there, but he was running out of places to check. And maybe Janus was in there collecting blackmail or dust bunnies or whatever, Roman didn’t know, he didn’t keep an eye on what the mindscape’s local snake was doing.

Armed with a nervous little bit of mostly-unfounded suspicion that Janus was sneaking around his room, Roman flung open his door with a shout. “Janus!” he called, and got no response.

That didn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t in there though, Roman though, squinting pensively. 

“Janus!” he called again, looking under the bed. Nothing out of the ordinary there.

“Janus?” he yelled, opening the closet. Nothing out of place in there, either.

“Januuus,” Roman sung, lifting up the pile of blankets on his bed, which did not yield the reveal of a Janus because why would he be in Roman’s bed, that would just be weird. Look, Roman was running out of places to search! He figured he might as well check!

Roman tossed the blankets back on his bed with a sigh, taking a look around the room again. Janus wasn’t in there. Everything was just the same as it was when Roman left it, from what he could see.

Roman took one last look around the room, searching for anything at all that might help him on his seemingly-fruitless quest. He was about to give up and return to aimlessly searching the halls when at last, he spotted it.

It had been easy to miss–a white envelope, positioned neatly on his white pillow, rather reminiscent of a polar bear hiding in the snow. The only reason Roman had even noticed it at all was the neon green wax seal, stark against the spotless winter of his sheets.

Roman walked slowly over to it–there was only one person in the mindscape that would tolerate that shade of green, and he was very good at setting traps. Subtlety was definitely not Remus’s forte, but if he wanted a trap to go undetected until it could strike, he certainly could. It was one of the few things Remus could manage to actually be covert about. 

Tossing a wayward plush into the space between where he stood at the bed, Roman held his breath, absolutely not willing to get caught in another one of his brother’s pranks. It had taken him a week to wash the neon pigment out of his hair last time, and he refused to do that again, especially when he had put so much effort into his hair this morning.

The plush rolled a small distance from where it landed, and seeing that it did not activate any glitter showers or bear traps, Roman crept over to scoop it up and place it gently back on the bed.

“Sorry for using you as a test dummy,” he said to the plushie, a soft red, purple and gold dragon, and gave it a little pat and a kiss on the head. “You know how my brother is.”

“And speaking of my brother, let’s see what he’s done this time,” Roman grimaced, reaching to pick up the envelope. Double checking that it wasn’t set up to start another one of Remus’s crazy Rube-Goldberg contraptions, he took it off the pillow, carefully picking off the “R” wax seal. Whether the R meant to Roman or from Remus, or both, he wasn’t sure, but he supposed that wasn’t the most important thing for him to be concerned with right now. Preparing himself mentally, Roman opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. 

Skimming over the words once, then twice, and then going word-by-word to assure himself that yeah, that was what he was reading, Roman groaned, letting his head fall forwards onto the plushie with a ‘fwomp’ and a crinkle where he’d smushed his face into its wings.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he mumbled into the plush, turning his head. “I’m going to kill him.” 

The plush just crinkled again.

[stories-from-peter]

The Masked Avengers

When I was in Grade 6 I attended Central Park School in Lachine, Quebec. It was in kind of a rough neighborhood and I had to be careful walking to school to avoid getting into fights with the French kids who outnumbered me about 20-1. Lucky for me there was another English speaking kid who lived at the opposite end of the block. Bohdan Zubchinsky was Ukrainian and almost a foot taller than me. He was not skinny since his family owned a deli and we often took a detour on the way home. His father would always greet us “Come in boys, I make you a sandwich.” Mr. Zubchinsky’s sandwiches were almost too thick to fit in my hands.

The school had its share of bullies but they mostly left me alone since I had Bohdan as a buddy. Some of the other kids were not so lucky and got picked on regularly. There were 4 smaller boys who seemed to be the usual victims of the 3 bullies. I had a talk with them one day and asked why they didn’t stick together to keep the bullies away from them. There was normally just one or two of the bullies and the four of them could easily stand up to them. I had dealt with bullying a few times and knew resistance was the only solution. I offered to join them if they wanted some support. It didn’t take long for them to see what a chance this was. At worst the odds were 5 - 3 in our favor if there was trouble and Bohdan would be somewhere close by.

The next day we were prepared to face off against the gang. The 5 of us ate lunch together with Bohdan not far away. Two of the bullies decided to steal some extra lunch from their favorite victims. Instead of meekly handing over their food, the group stood up and flatly refused to give them anything. The look of shock on the bullies faces was priceless. Bohdan heard the commotion and started walking toward us. That was too much for the bullies to deal with and they shuffled away. The 4 boys were suddenly reborn as giant killers and took on a whole new demeanor of confidence.

About a week later I was talking to the group and they said they were ecstatic that their bully problems were over. They had one regret that they didn’t try joining together sooner and still had bad memories of being victims for too long. I had a brain storm and suggested we get revenge on them. I knew where the ringleader lived and I figured we could do something to him to get even. I needed a plan.

I told my mother my friends and I wanted to play Cops and Robbers but we needed masks. She dug up some old cloth and cut it up into mask sized pieces for us. There was nothing fancy about them, no stitching, eye holes, or other refinements but they were functional. I showed them to the boys and said we could go to Duff Court on Saturday night. Duff Court was where the ringleader of the bullies lived. Saturday after supper I took the masks and met the other guys near Duff Court and explained my plan. We would don the masks and walk to the bully’s house. His front door was just a few feet from the sidewalk and there were hedges beside the entrance. We would ring the doorbell and throw rocks at him when he came to the door. There was some trepidation from a couple of the boys but I assured them the masks and darkness would prevent us from being identified.

As we got close the to the house we put on our masks and gathered some rocks. One of the boys decided to be brave and offered to be the bell ringer. We stood on the sidewalk, rocks in hand, ready for action. The bell was rung and the boy ran back to the sidewalk. The door came open and it was the mother of the bully standing there. She was angry that someone rang her doorbell and then ran away. She sounded a lot like her son. I raised my arm and hurled a rock at her living room window. The window shattered into a thousand pieces. My rock was followed by a fusillade of more rocks from the other boys. The woman was screaming as she slammed the door. A rock soon smashed the window in the door. Any other windows quickly had rocks tossed at them before we turned and ran. We could hear the woman screaming at her son as we ran down the street. I’m sure she knew what a jerk he was and knew we were exacting our revenge.

The following Monday at school we all played it cool and pretended to be shocked when we heard about the attack. Nobody expressed any sympathy for the victims so the subject was soon dropped. We didn’t see any more instances of bullying after that. I moved away a few months later and lost contact with my Masked Avengers.

[kamaandhallie]

The Dark Lord and the Savior: Chapter 4

Wander Over Yonder x Star Wars x Dune crossover fanfic

Chapter 4: The Targets

The Executor-class Star Dreadnought, more commonly known as the Super Star Destroyer, hovered through the vast emptiness of space, surrounded by dozens of significantly tinier Star Destroyers that were themselves surrounded by squadrons of TIE Fighters patrolling the area. From the command bridge of the Super Star Destroyer, Admiral Karus, commander of the ship and leader of the galactic conquest just below Darth Vader himself, stared out the window to the blackness of space that was riddled with stars and Star Destroyers flying all around.

As he stared out the window, the Admiral contemplated this new galaxy, particularly just how small yet vast it was. The planets of this galaxy were all much tinier than the ones back in his home galaxy, to the point that a lot of them could barely really be considered planets, more oversized asteroids, and even their smallest Star Destroyers dwarf them. Not only are the planets and systems small, but they are impossibly close to each other, to the point that they’ve rarely ever had to use hyperspace most of the time. So despite the vastness of this galaxy, conquering it should be a breeze for the Empire, especially since most of the inhabitants seem pretty defenseless. Unfortunately for them, there have been several complications getting in their way, from smaller local conquerors like Lord Hater and an evil sandwich of all things, and now they had equally big, if not bigger competition looking to conquer the galaxy as well.

To make matters worse, Karus had just received some troubling news not too long ago, something he knows Lord Vader would eventually need to hear, but anyone who’s worked in the Imperial Armada long enough will know that Vader does not take bad news well, especially if you were the cause. He was nowhere near responsible for what happened, but with Lord Vader’s anger, you can never be sure. He supposed there was no point delaying the inevitable, so he turned around and left the command bridge.

The Admiral entered Lord Vader’s meditation chamber, a dark room with very few sources of light, the biggest of which was the life support pod Vader was in right now. The top part of the pod was lifted to reveal its insides, and for a brief moment, Admiral Karus could see Vader’s bald pale head before it was covered up by his helmet put on by the many types of machinery inside the pod. Vader’s chair spun around slowly to face Karus, with the man himself sitting calmly and staring at him with his dark expressionless mask.

“What is it, Admiral?” Vader asked in his cold robotic voice.

“Lord Vader, we’ve just received news from a Commander Dannin. It appears Admiral Dramar and his Star Destroyer have been destroyed, and the system he’s been assigned to has also been taken…by Lord Hater,” Karus answered, trying to hide his worried tone behind his professional behavior.

“Is that so?” Vader said, still in his cold emotionless voice.

“Lord Vader, we must try hunting Lord Hater down, this is the second time he has ruined our invasions and destroyed our forces. If he managed to take down Admiral Dramar, surely we–”

“Admiral Dramar was as ambitious as he was careless, he was bound to fall to such a fate sooner or later. We will not be wasting our resources on Lord Hater,” Vader interrupted.

“But, my lord…”

“Have you forgotten we are dealing with a much bigger problem than Lord Hater? We are in a race against time here, Admiral. I will not lose this galaxy to Emperor Muad’Dib. Our own Emperor is not forgiving to those who fail to get him what he wants. Continue focusing your fleets on the invasion as usual, and eliminate any sign of Muad’Dib’s forces.”

“But something must be done about Lord Hater! As well as those two vagabonds, Wander and Sylvia. They are a constant thorn in the side of our conquest, and they will soon be a problem if left unchecked for too long,” Karus said.

“I am aware of that, Admiral. Put out a target on Wander and Lord Hater, and place a bounty on them as well if you need to, let everyone who works under us know to destroy them on sight. I do not want to hear any news about Lord Hater again,” Vader replied. “Besides, I hear that Emperor Muad’Dib is also hunting them down. Soon there will be no place left in this galaxy for them to hide, this problem will take care of itself sooner or later.”

“Yes, my lord.” Admiral Karus said and bowed his head.

The Admiral then left the room, and Vader’s chair rotated back to its original position as his meditation pod closed up again. 

Once Admiral Karus returned to the command bridge, he immediately called out to one of his subordinates. “You! Send a message to all our troops and fleets in this galaxy! Tell them to look out for the fugitives Wander and Sylvia and also watch for Lord Hater! Tell them that if they see either of them, destroy them on sight!”

As soon as his subordinates heard this, they immediately transmitted the order, sending out wanted poster holograms of Wander and Sylvia as well as Lord Hater, together with the instructions to destroy on sight. It didn’t take long before every Star Destroyer, every Imperial officer, and every Stormtrooper battalion got the message.

Karus spoke again, though this time mostly to himself. “Those thorns in our side must be destroyed as soon as possible! I will not let the expansion of our great Empire be thwarted by a singing vagabond and a terrible excuse for a conqueror, and I will certainly not lose it to Emperor Muad’Dib!”

Far away from where the Super Star Destroyer was, on a distant bright planet, Wander and Sylvia had just finished eating at a diner in the town they were passing by. Wander had just finished his bowl of salad, while Sylvia was having her last bite of jellyfish pie. As Sylvia chewed up the last bite, she wiped off the crumbs around her mouth.

“Gor, almighty. This jellyfish pie might not be as good as the one in Slarnack’s Deli, but it’s still pretty darn good.” Sylvia said with a smile.

It was nice to enjoy the simpler things again after facing two crazy villains in a row, it helped Sylvia take her mind off things for a while. For the last few days, Sylvia wasn’t able to get rid of the worry she had for Vader and Paul, especially for Paul, he seemed pretty deadest on taking over this galaxy and bending it to his will. Over the past few weeks, Wander and her have been seeing more and more of Vader’s Star Destroyers and Paul’s Heighliners in a few systems they’ve visited. It seemed like everywhere she went, she’d see more Imperial flags or Atreides banners hanging on the walls of the towns of each planet, and a few times she’d even see statues of Paul erected in spots for everyone to see, and that’s not even counting their several run-ins with Stormtroopers and Fremen soldiers. But Wander and her have faced many dangers together, they even saved the galaxy from total destruction when Dominator showed up, and if they can get through that, they can surely get through this too.

“I do agree that was a fine and dandy meal, Sylvia. Shall we hit the road again?” Wander asked, gesturing out the window.

“Sure thing, buddy. Just let me pay for the food real quick.” Sylvia said as she reached for some money in her bag.

After Sylvia finished paying for their meal, she and Wander stepped outside the diner, but something felt off, it seemed darker than when they came in less than an hour ago. Their confusion was gone when they looked up to see a Star Destroyer hovering above the planet and blocking out the sky. Wander and Sylvia panicked even more when they heard the thundering march of hundreds of feet growing closer, and as they looked down the street they saw a Stormtrooper army heading their way. Sylvia grabbed Wander and ducked into the alleyway beside the diner, hiding behind some garbage cans as the legions of stormtroopers marched past them. Sylvia poked her head out to see what was going on, and as she did, a hover tank appeared into view amid the passing battalion, sticking out of the top of the tank was a stormtrooper with a red pauldron watching the march. He then pulled out a device from his pocket, looking like he had just received a message, and as he turned on the device, it projected a blue hologram of two figures with red letters in front of them. Sylvia couldn’t see who the figures were at first since she was pretty far away, but as she squinted her eyes more she realized who they were. The hologram was of her and Wander, and Sylvia didn’t know what the red letters said, but she knew it wasn’t anything good, especially after the commander stormtrooper shared the message with his army and told them to keep an open eye.

“Oh, grop…” Sylvia murmured nervously as her eyes widened. “Wander, we gotta get off this planet fast.”

Ever since Wander gave the Stormtroopers shooting lessons on Goolopia, their aim has improved significantly, so that’s one major window of survival completely shut off. Sylvia looked around to find a way to escape, but it seemed there were very few options. They can’t fly out with their orbble since a Star Destroyer is blocking the sky, and the borders of the city have now been barricaded. Sylvia then tried to look for other escape options within the town, and she found two possible candidates, one are the public transport ships leaving the planet and the interdimensional door in the town square, both of which might get them to the Space Train Station, and the space coasters will help get them as far away from Empire territory as quickly as possible. The problem is that both of those things are guarded by Stormtroopers who inspect every person thoroughly before letting them pass, which is gonna be hard to get through, and that’s if they’re lucky enough to pass through the streets since they’re crawling with Stormtroopers.

Sylvia was honestly confused as to how to get through this situation, and she was a lot more scared for herself and Wander this time because this wasn’t like dealing with the Watchdogs where they’d get captured but there was still hope of escape, these Stormtroopers will destroy them on sight, meaning one wrong step and it’ll be over. The only thing she could be thankful about in this situation was that they weren’t dealing with the Fremen, because those guys are a lot more ruthless than Stormtroopers, and they’ll slaughter anything in their path if they feel like it.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Sylvia’s head. There’s one good thing about Stormtroopers that can give them a better advantage than when dealing with Watchdogs or Dom-Bots, that being nobody ever actually sees under them. Sylvia waited behind the garbage cans for the opportune moment, and it came pretty quickly. Two Stormtroopers passed by the alleyway Wander and Sylvia were in, and Sylvia quickly yanked the two armored soldiers into the alley and knocked them out just as fast, then took their armors off, revealing the very plain ordinary-looking human men underneath. Sylvia put the armor on herself and Wander, and even though their proportions looked way off for Stormtroopers, Wander especially with his short size, Sylvia figured it should be enough for her plan to work.

The two nomads peeked out of the alley with their stormtrooper armor on, but not before Wander provided blankets and pillows for the knocked-out armorless stormtroopers, even placing ice packs on the bruises where Sylvia hit them. The blue zbornak analyzed the streets, carefully planning their escape route, and she found it.

“Alright, Wander, here’s the plan. We’ll march through the streets, just acting like regular stern, quiet Stormtroopers, sir!…” Sylvia said while doing a salute and soldier voice. “…and then we’ll sneak into the trunk of one of those shuttles that take us straight to the Space Train Station, and we’ll be home free!” Sylvia declared confidently, before dropping it and getting down to eye-level with Wander. “Now look, buddy, I know you’re gonna see someone out there in trouble and you’re gonna wanna help ‘em and all, but I’m asking you for once just please, please stick close and listen to me! Those troopers out there are not gonna hesitate to destroy you on sight, and the Fremen warriors are even worse so let’s just be thankful we’re not dealing with them. So please don’t do anything stupid because if you get in trouble and I can’t help you in time, I…” Sylvia cut herself off before she could finish that sentence.

Wander looked at his best friend sadly, he felt pretty bad that he made her really scared and worried, but it’s not really like he could help it with his constant need to help those in need. But he could see the worry in Sylvia’s eyes, and he didn’t want to hurt his friend, so Wander sighed and then smiled at her, pulling her in for a hug.

“Alright, Sylvia. I promise I won’t wander off.” Wander said in his hug with Sylvia, which got a warm smile from her before it disappeared when she noticed what Wander just said. “Aahh, see what I did there?” Wander asked with a cheeky smile.

Sylvia stared at Wander with an unamused look, but after a few seconds, she warmed up again and chuckled. “Alright, buddy. Let’s get outta here.” Sylvia said as she and Wander put on the Stormtrooper helmets.

Wander and Sylvia walked out of the alley in their full Stormtrooper armor, imitating the stride and the blaster hold of all the other Stormtroopers around them. Sylvia didn’t know how long these disguises were gonna fool them considering how awkwardly the armor actually fits her and Wander, but considering no one has looked their way so far, it seems to be doing a fairly decent job. If all goes well, they should be able to reach the shuttle ships in no time at all, though for some reason Sylvia felt that wasn’t going to be the case.

Wander marched right behind Sylvia, doing an exaggerated military march, while constantly reminding himself “ Do not wander off, Wander. Do not wander off, Wander ,” in a whispered tone. Around them, hundreds of Stormtroopers patrolled the streets, a lot of them in squads, some taking care of traffic, and others guarding important spots like the radio the borders, and the spaceport they were sneaking into. Wander was kind of surprised not a single Stormtrooper had noticed their disguises, considering how unconvincing they were. Maybe attentiveness wasn’t a Stormtrooper’s strong suit, aiming certainly wasn’t before Wander tried teaching them.

Wander then saw to his right a squad of Stormtroopers marching down the street, but a group of purple alien kids stood in their way, barely getting out of the way in time. A little girl in the group who was eating ice cream stood too close to the marching troopers, and one of them shoved the little purple girl out of the way, causing her to fall to the ground and drop her ice cream. When she saw her dropped frozen treat, the little girl started crying uncontrollably, while the marching Stormtroopers walked on like nothing ever happened.

The moment Wander saw this, his helping instinct immediately went haywire. He desperately wants to run over to the crying little girl and help make her feel better, but he’s already promised Sylvia to not run off, especially since they’re in disguises now. Wander frantically looked back and forth between Sylvia in front of him and the little purple girl, sweat dripping down his face like crazy. Finally, Wander snapped and sped off to the little girl, promising himself he’d be back with Sylvia as quickly as he could. When Wander stopped in front of the crying little girl, she backed away from Wander, which he realized was because of his Stormtrooper disguise. Wander quickly calmed her down, and pulled a brand new ice cream out of his hat which he hid in his armor, giving it to the girl, who now stopped crying and had a big smile on her face.

“Thank you,” the girl said before leaving.

“Never hurts to help!” Wander said cheerfully from within his Stormtrooper mask. Wander was now ready to leave, it seemed his plan went smoothly, and he’ll be right back with Sylvia before she even notices he’s gone. But before he could even turn around, something made him stop dead in his tracks.

“You! Soldier! What do you think you’re doing?!” a voice behind Wander shouted, causing him to freeze in place.

Wander slowly turned around, and saw two people approaching him. One was a Stormtrooper with an orange pauldron on his shoulder, and the other was a young Imperial officer in a black uniform. They both looked pretty displeased, even if Wander couldn’t see the Stormtrooper’s face.

“Who? What? Me?” Wander asked nervously.

“Yes, you! What were you doing just now?!” the Imperial officer asked, his tone becoming angrier.

“I was just, uh…giving some ice cream to this little girl. She dropped hers so I gave her a new one.” Wander answered, growing more nervous.

“And why would you do something like that?! You’re a Stormtrooper, not an ice cream vendor!” the officer yelled. “Speaking of which, aren’t you a little small for a Stormtrooper? Where are you from?” he asked again.

“Well…I’m just kinda shorter than usual. Nothin’ to worry about there, right?” Wander answered again, trying to figure a way out of this situation.

“What is your service number?” the Stormtrooper asked him.

“M-my service number?”

On the other side of the streets, Sylvia was still marching through. Wearing this armor was actually quite tiresome, and she had no idea how much longer it would fool people or she could take wearing it. Not only was her body not proportionate at all to fit the armor, making it look very awkward, but she also had to try to hide her tail as that would be the biggest giveaway, and there was nowhere she could really hide it. Luckily, Sylvia could see they were getting close to the space buses, one step closer to safety.

“Haha! You see that, Wander? We’re almost sa–” Sylvia said happily as she looked back behind her, only to cut off when she saw Wander had disappeared. “Oh, of course! Flabdrass it! I should’ve learned by now!”

Sylvia frantically looked around the streets to see any sign of Wander, a little furry orange spoon-shaped guy with a big hat shouldn’t be too hard to spot in a crowd like this. “Wander? Wander!” she called out.

Sylvia eventually spotted Wander somewhere to her right, and she was about to be relieved until she noticed that in front of him was a Stormtrooper and an Imperial officer talking to him. “Oh, no…”

On the other side, Wander was still trying to answer the Stormtrooper’s question. His lack of knowledge coupled with his nervousness made it hard to answer. “Let’s see, service number. I think it was 8…16…20…13…” Wander threw out random numbers hoping it would work, but it looks like it didn’t.

“I think you’re gonna have to come with us, soldier. Let us do a proper inspection on you,” the young Imperial officer said.

Wander gulped in fear. This was it, there was no way he was getting out of this. But luckily, help came just in time.

“ Wait !” a voice yelled out.

That voice came from Sylvia, wearing her Stormtrooper armor and rushing towards Wander, and stopping just in front of him and the Stormtrooper and Imperial officer. “Hehe, sorry, sirs. The little pipsqueak’s with me. New recruit and all, doesn’t know how stuff works. We’re supposed to be guarding those space shuttles over there.” Sylvia explained to the two officers and pointed to her and Wander’s destination while deepening her voice a bit to sound more like a typical Stormtrooper.

The Imperial officer and the Stormtrooper captain stared at Wander and Sylvia for a few seconds but ultimately decided to leave them alone. Not before a scolding, of course.

“Watch your subordinates more closely next time! I do not want any incidents like this again that will make our great Empire look like a joke! Now get back to your posts!” the Imperial noncom officer warned Sylvia before storming off with the Stormtrooper, and Sylvia had to resist the urge to blow a raspberry at him behind his back because of his ‘Great Empire’ schtick.

After the two officers leave, Sylvia immediately grabs Wander tightly by the shoulders and turns him towards her, pressing her helmet-covered face against his. “Wander! I just told you specifically not to leave my side! You just promised yourself too!” Sylvia scolded in a whispered tone.

“Sorry, Syl. I just saw that little girl get pushed by Stormtroopers and dropped her ice cream, I couldn’t just leave her crying like that.” Wander explained shamefully.

“Wander, what if I didn’t notice you were gone until it was too late?! What if you were taken away before I found you?!” Sylvia scolded in a slightly louder tone.

Wander said nothing, and eventually just turned his head away and looked down. Even though Sylvia couldn’t see Wander’s face, she could tell how sad he looked under that helmet. Sylvia sighed and managed to calm herself down.

“Sorry I yelled at you, buddy. I was just worried, that's all.” Sylvia said in a more relaxed caring tone as she pulled Wander in for a hug.

“And I’m sorry for worryin’ ya, Syl.” Wander said as he hugged Sylvia back, and they both smiled and closed their eyes as they embraced each other.

They remained silent for a few seconds before Sylvia opened her eyes and realized there were a pair of Stormtroopers staring at them awkwardly.

“What’re you weirdos lookin’ at? Never seen two Stormtroopers hug it out before?” Sylvia shouted at the pair. The troopers then looked at each other, shrugged, and marched away.

“Alright, we’re pretty close to our getaway, and try to stick closely this time, Wander. If next time we were dealing with Fremen, they’re not gonna let us off as easily as Stormtroopers do, so please try to be careful.” Sylvia said.

Wander and Sylvia continued marching through the streets, heading towards their intended target point, and miraculously, there wasn’t another thing that happened to distract Wander, which is impressive since it’s nearly impossible for a Stormtrooper-occupied planet to not have something bad going on. Now, Wander and Sylvia were just across the street from the shuttle ships, so close to escaping and freedom. They crossed the street and marched past the Stormtrooper security guards who were inspecting every passenger about to board the shuttles. While no one was looking, Wander and Sylvia quickly took off their Stormtrooper armors, jumped into the trunk of one of the shuttles, and closed it, hiding among the many suitcases. Then, the shuttle took off from the ground and flew up into the sky, passed under the Star Destroyer, and reached space. Nobody seemed to notice them.

After a while, the shuttle finally came to a stop and reached the Space Train Station. Once it stopped, the trunk swung open and Wander and Sylvia leaped out of the pile of suitcases.

“ Woohoo! ” They both cheered.

“We made it, Syl!” Wander exclaimed excitedly.

“We sure did, buddy. We sure did.” Sylvia patted Wander on the head. “So long Stormtroopers, we’re outta here!” she announced to nobody.

“Kind of a shame we couldn’t help the people on that planet, huh?” Wander said as he looked back sadly.

“Hey, don’t worry, we’ll help them later. But we can’t help others if we can’t even help ourselves.” Sylvia said. “Let’s just focus on getting as far away from Empire territory as possible.”

“But…”

“Yeah?” Sylvia asked, looking back at Wander.

“…no, nothing. You’re right, Syl.”

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it, buddy. Ya can’t help everyone all the time, but we’ll get another chance.”

Wander and Sylvia started to walk into the station, but soon noticed something about it felt off. It looked the same and was still as crowded as ever, yet it just didn’t feel right. It’s not chaotic in the usual way. They soon came across several long lines of people who were waiting in queue for a bunch of ticket booths that led to the rest of the station.

“That’s weird, I don’t remember those ticket booths ever being there,” Sylvia said, eyeing the booths skeptically.

“Maybe it’s a new add-on for the station?” Wander suggested.

“I don’t know, something about this feels–” Sylvia said before stopping dead in her tracks and gasping. 

Next to each of the booths stood Stormtrooper security guards that either guarded the gates and booths or were inspecting the luggage of each passenger trying to get into the station, some of the passengers were even blocked and dragged away to a corner of the station with some other rejected passengers next to big shuttle ships to be prepared to be taken back to the planets they came from. Speaking of the booths, Sylvia could finally see the people inside them, they were Imperial officers, and they were either offering tickets or interrogating and dismissing passengers.

“Oh, Grop! There are Stormtroopers here too?!” Sylvia exclaimed worriedly. 

“Seems that way, Syl.” Wander confirmed.

“Grrgghh! But we just escaped Stormtroopers! What are we gonna do?!”

“Don’t worry, buddy. I think my hat will have a solution.” Wander said as he reached into his hat, and pulled out two disguises.

Sylvia just stared at the disguises in confusion. “Wander, there’s no way those are gonna work.”

“You two! Turn around!” the voice of a Stormtrooper shouted behind them.

Sylvia immediately put on the disguises in a panic, Wander did the same, and they both turned around to face the Stormtrooper who was approaching them. Sylvia was sure the disguise wouldn’t work.

“No loitering around the station. What is your business here?” the Stormtrooper asked.

“Well, uh, to ride trains, obviously,” Sylvia answered, altering her voice a bit.

The Stormtrooper stared at Sylvia silently, and the tension between them grew thicker as Sylvia started to sweat nervously. Sylvia shifted her eyes nervously as the Stormtrooper continued to stare at her silently, unmoving, and she kept thinking to herself  Oh, Grop. Is he seeing through us?  The silence was starting to become deafening before it was finally broken by the Stormtrooper.

“Oh yeah, duh, you’re right. Why did I even ask that?” the Stormtrooper said to himself and smacked himself lightly on his helmet’s forehead. “But loitering still isn’t allowed, so if you wanna ride a train, you’re gonna have to wait in line and pay for a ticket from one of those booths like everybody else,” the trooper pointed to one of the long lines, which, like all the other lines, seemed to be moving at a pretty slow rate due to there constantly being some drama or complication going on at the ticket booth.

“Strange, I don’t remember ticket booths like those being there the last time we were here,” Sylvia said, half playing innocent and half genuinely curious.

“Well, things change. Now get in line, you two,” the Stormtrooper ordered Wander and Sylvia, and they both stepped to the back of one of the long queues.

“Why, thank ya very much for your help, kind sir.” Wander said as he tipped his head and did a short bow.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it,” the Stormtrooper dismissed Wander’s sayings before walking off to continue his duties, leaving Wander and Sylvia with their Groucho Glasses disguises behind the queue.

“Well, whaddya know. These disguises actually work.” Sylvia remarked about the disguises they were wearing, genuinely impressed.

“Sometimes the simplest things can be of the greatest help!” Wander happily reminded Sylvia.

Sylvia smiled and rolled her eyes at what Wander said, he was often right, but that doesn’t mean Sylvia doesn’t still get confused or roll her eyes at what Wander says or does. “Yeah, I guess so, pal.”

Wander and Sylvia stood in the line, surrounded by many miserable-looking aliens. Sylvia then turned to Wander.

“Alright, Wander. I’m sorry I keep repeating this, but don’t leave my side, alright? This station is packed with people and Stormtroopers, and it’s easy to get lost here. You already did it once today, but please don’t do it again. I’m serious, buddy, we’re literally in a tight space surrounded by enemies actively tryin’ to kill us! So just try to think about keeping yourself safe for once, alright?” Sylvia tried to tell Wander as warmly as she could. But instead of Wander’s reassuring smile she was expecting, the little fuzzy nomad instead started snickering, trying to hold back laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Sylvia asked.

“Sorry, Syl, but I jus’ can’t take what you’re saying seriously with those silly glasses on,” Wander answered, pointing at the Groucho Glasses that were still on Sylvia’s face the whole time.

“Ugh, seriously, Wander. Couldn’t ya have picked a better disguise?” Sylvia groaned as she remembered what she was wearing.

“Hey, if it works, it works,” Wander said before smiling with his tongue stuck out.

Sylvia stared at Wander’s Groucho Glasses-covered face, and Wander stared back at hers. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments, before they started snickering at each other’s faces, and then eventually laughing uncontrollably, even falling to their backs on the floor and busting a gut.

“Hey!” they heard the voice of a Stormtrooper yell, which caused them to immediately stop laughing. “You two move it! You’re holding back the line!”

Wander and Sylvia looked in the direction the Stormtrooper was pointing and found out that the line in front of them had moved quite a few steps forward, leaving a large space which Sylvia was surprised no one had tried to take yet. Then behind them, they could hear the angry complaints of people in the back of the line telling the nomads to move forward.

“C’mon, we haven’t got all day! Ya think we wanna be here?” the man right behind them said, who was a large and buff green one-eyed alien.

“Oh, sorry about this, sir,” Wander said politely.

“Alright, alright, we’ll move,” Sylvia said as she picked up Wander and moved the line along. After they finished moving the line, Sylvia put Wander back on the ground to continue what she was saying. “Okay, but seriously, buddy, don’t wander off again.”

“Don’t worry, buddy. Wander won’t wander over yonder.” Wander joked.

“Stop it.”

“Alright, alright, Syl.” Wander grinned widely.

Wander and Sylvia stood in line, which moved as slow as they initially thought it did. Sylvia was quickly getting bored as well as getting increasingly wary as she did not know how long it would be before a Stormtrooper saw past their disguise. Wander was also getting bored, and he was starting to fidget a lot, from rapidly tapping his finger on his leg and rubbing his shoe on the floor back and forth. Sylvia couldn’t see what was holding up the line so much, it was already ridiculously long as is, but it seemed that the inspection and ticket-buying at the booth was so strict that a single person had to go through an entire police interrogation before getting approved to finally enter the station. On top of boredom and wariness, Sylvia was also beginning to get irritated, the constant noises of Wander’s fidgeting, the angry grumbles of the one-eyes alien behind her, the loud marches of passing Stormtroopers putting her on edge, the loud crying of babies of other people in the queue, were not helping her current mood. So much so that she didn’t notice when Wander eventually disappeared again.

Wander was starting to fidget like crazy, clearly getting impatient and having a hard time keeping himself composed to not anger Sylvia or get them kicked out of the line by Stormtroopers. Wander saw how Sylvia was perfectly silent, not moving a muscle, just standing in place with her arms crossed. But it was obvious from her expression that she was starting to get irritated, bottling up more emotions than Wander was. Wander wanted to sit and lie down since the line was really slow anyway, which also seemed like what Sylvia and everyone else in the queue wanted to do. But unfortunately, there were several signs not allowing people to sit or lie on the floor, which was not helping the moods of anyone waiting in a long, barely moving line. He also wanted to play his banjo to entertain himself, but there were signs against playing musical instruments in public too, so that was out of the window, and Wander hummed quietly to himself instead. Wander tried to find something else to take his mind off the agonizing waiting, so he decided to look around him at whatever was going on in the station. Wander wanted to go around and explore, but he knew he couldn’t leave the queue, which was just bringing him down more. 

As Wander looked around him, all he saw were more queues. Sure, queues filled with aliens of all shapes and sizes and colors, some alone and some with friends and family, but queues nonetheless. Wander continued just looking around until something finally caught his eye. At the end of one of the queues, he saw a purple mother alien with several kids surrounding her pleading with an officer in a ticket booth while the officer and a Stormtrooper behind her were forcing her to move along past the gate, though Wander couldn’t hear what the whole thing was about. Wander looked around the station some more, then saw amid the crowd a lone purple alien kid crying to himself, and it didn’t take Wander long to figure out this was the purple alien’s child and they got separated.

Wander immediately panicked after witnessing what just unfolded. Wander was just about to make a beeline to the purple child but stopped himself before taking a step and looked back at Sylvia, who did not notice any of what happened as she was still lost in her frustrations. Wander knew he was in a lose-lose situation right now. If he ran off to help the child, he’d break his promise to Sylvia for the second time today, and after Sylvia already pleaded with him twice as well, which was a thought he couldn’t bear. But if he did just stay, the man would have his day, or as far as Wander knew, his whole life ruined because he couldn’t board the train and Wander didn’t step in to help. Either way, it’s just gonna end with guilt on Wander’s part. Wander now started fidgeting even crazier than before, his feet didn’t stop moving causing his shoes to constantly squeak against the floor, he started biting his fingernails, and sweat was starting to pour down his face fast as he kept looking back and forth between Sylvia and the direction of the crying purple kid. Eventually, Wander finally snapped and ran off.

Sylvia was starting to get a headache from the waiting and the constant wariness of everything around her. She grumbled and rubbed her forehead. 

“Grrgghh! Could this line possibly be any slo–” Sylvia said as she looked down at Wander, only to see he wasn’t there anymore. Sylvia could feel her eye visibly twitch rapidly and her arm started to shake before her teeth clenched and she finally yelled. “WANDER!”

Wander ran through the heavy crowd of the station, heading straight towards the lone purple child, and avoiding some passing Stormtroopers along the way. Finally Wander made it to the child, gently touching his shoulder, in which the child stopped his wailing and looked up at Wander. To Wander’s confusion but also delight, the child started laughing at Wander.

“Hey there, little buddy. Are ya lost?” Wander asked, to which the child quietly nodded after he stopped laughing. “Well, don’t ya worry! Yer old pal Wander here knows where your mommy is, and I’m gonna take ya to her as quickly as possible! She’s really worried about you, y’know?”

The child smiled brightly and took Wander’s hand, and Wander quickly led himself and the child through the large crowds in the mother’s direction. As Wander and the child approached the mother who was surrounded by many of her other children, he could hear the argument going on between her and the Imperial officer in the ticket booth.

“Look, ma’am, for the last time! Either you board the trains without your child or you and your entire family can leave the station and go back to the planet you came from! There are people waiting in line!” the officer in the booth argued. 

“But we can’t go back to our planet, sir! It’s been completely overrun by Fremen! Please, you have to help find my child!” the mother pleaded to the officer, who was not moved by her at all.

“Lost children or property is not our problem, ma’am!”

“But it is mine!” Wander interjected, getting the attention of the mother and the officer.

“My child!” the mother cried with joy and hugged her child tightly while her other children cheered at the return of their sibling. The mother then turned to hug Wander as well. “Thank you very much, kind sir! You brought my kid back to me!”

“Aw, shucks, ma’am. I’m just helpin’ out someone in need.”

“Alright, you finally got your child back. Now can you please move along already?!” the officer in the booth groaned, gesturing to the mother to go through the gates.

“Of course, sir!” the mother said, now with a relieved happy voice, as she called all her children to follow her through the gates.

As the mother and her children walked into the station, the child that Wander helped turned around one last time and waved goodbye to Wander. “Thanks, Funny Glasses Man!”

Wander smiled proudly but was also pretty confused as to what the child meant by that name. It was only when Wander looked down on his nose and remembered that he was still wearing his Groucho Glasses disguise the whole time that he chuckled to himself and realized why the child laughed at him upon them initially meeting each other.

Suddenly, Wander felt himself get grabbed by the shoulders and quickly turned around to face whoever it was that just grabbed him. For a split second, Wander was worried that it was a Stormtrooper that was about to arrest him, either because he unknowingly broke some newly-placed station rule, or they saw through his disguise and recognized him. But to Wander’s relief, but also fear, it was Sylvia, who was completely out of breath from worry and exhaustion.

“Wander! Where the flarp have you been?! I’ve been all over the station looking for you! You told me that you wouldn’t go anywhere again!” Sylvia scolded while shaking Wander roughly.

“Sorry, Syl. But this kid was in trouble! They got lost in the station and separated from their mommy and was all alone and crying! I couldn’t just leave them alone and let ‘em get separated.”

Sylvia just sighed, any worry and anger that was on her face faded away. “Look, Wander, don’t get me wrong, what you did was a very good thing. But you need to stop running off without telling me. Otherwise, I won’t know where you are, and I won’t be able to help you!”

“Alright,” Wander said quietly, feeling ashamed and not knowing what else to say.

“C’mon, buddy. Let’s just get back to our place in the line,” Sylvia guided Wander back to the queue they were in.

As the both of them arrived at their queue, Sylvia tried looking for their previous place in the line. Sylvia recognized the buff green cyclops alien who was behind them. Sylvia then stepped into the line right in front of him, along with Wander, but the green alien behind them suddenly pushed them out again.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?!” Sylvia shouted as she got up to her feet again.

“Don’t cut into the line like that, ya chumps!” the green one-eyed alien scolded.

“What?! We were the ones in line in front o’ ya, buddy! Remember?!” Sylvia argued with the man.

“No, I don’t remember ever seeing you two in front o’ me,” the big green cyclops crossed his arms, but Sylvia could clearly tell he was playing dumb.

“That’s it, pal! Let me an’ my buddy in! We were here first!” Sylvia tried to fight her way into her and Wander’s spot in the queue.

“Oh no ya don’t! Security! Security! These two are tryin’ to cut the line!'' The green one-eyed man called out to someone passing by behind them, which Wander and Sylvia turned around to see was a passing Stormtrooper.

“What?!” Sylvia exclaimed. “No we’re not, ya big liar!”

“Hey, you two! No cutting into lines or starting fights, or we’ll have you kicked outta the station and back to the planet you came from! Now go to the back of the line where you belong!” the Stormtrooper shouted at the two disguised fugitives, pointing them in the direction they should go.

“Wha-! But…!” Sylvia stammered, trying to argue even further. But she remembered that she and Wander were supposed to lay low right now, and causing a scene could get them arrested and found out. So she had no other choice but to do what the Stormtrooper told her. “Yes, sir,” she sighed.

Sylvia turned to the direction of the back of the queue and was shaken to her core seeing how long the line had gotten, with at least a hundred new people. Now the two of them were going to have to wait twice, if not  three  times as long as they would’ve if Wander hadn’t run off and Sylvia hadn’t gone looking for him. Sylvia could do nothing but groan and reluctantly walked to the back of the line, with Wander following close behind her. Sylvia turned around to see the alien who got them kicked out of the queue, and she saw him looking back at her too, waving goodbye mockingly while having a smug smile on his face. Sylvia’s anger grew upon seeing this, which only caused the one-eyed alien to smile even more because he knew she couldn’t do anything at the moment.

“Ooh! If only these stupid Stormtroopers weren’t constantly breathing down our necks, I’d give that guy a  serious  piece of my mind!” Sylvia growled while making a fist.

“I understand yer upset, Syl. But ya can’t just start a fight in a public place, or we’ll both get kicked out! Plus, it’s jus’ plain wrong,” Wander attempted to calm the zbornak down.

Sylvia just sighed again. “I know, buddy. Let’s just try to keep our heads low.”

Wander and Sylvia stepped to the very back of the line, and now the ticket booth they were trying to get to seemed further away than ever before. The two of them then waited for a painstakingly long time for the queue to make any major progress, with the nomadic duo sometimes even finding themselves sitting or lying down on the floor just to wait for the line to move, before the person behind them yelled at them to get up and move, or some passing Stormtrooper security guard told them that it’s not allowed to sit or lie down on the floor, both merely fueling Sylvia’s frustration. After a while, Sylvia decided to stick her head out to the side of the queue to glare at the large green cyclops alien who caused their entire situation right now in the first place. She could see that the man was now practically at the end of the line, approaching the ticket booth, which only made Sylvia flare her nostrils and grit her teeth. Suddenly, as the line moved forward, and so did the green cyclops, Sylvia saw something fall out of his back pocket as he walked up to the ticket booth, something small and brown. It was hard for Sylvia to tell what the object now on the floor was because of how far away she was, but the more she looked at it, she realized it was the one-eyed man’s wallet. Sylvia couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadistic pleasure at seeing him lose his wallet since she knew that meant he wouldn’t be able to pay for his train tickets and would get transported out of the station.

“Heh, serves him right,” Sylvia murmured with satisfaction.

“Serves who right?” Wander suddenly asked, curious as to why Sylvia was smiling and snickering to herself all of a sudden.

“That jerk who got us kicked to the back o’ the line just dropped his wallet. Yeah, have fun gettin’ kicked out yourself, buddy! Right, Wander?” Sylvia turned to her best friend, only to find he had disappeared yet again.

Sylvia facepalmed hard, and wanted to be mad at Wander, but couldn’t bring herself to do so since she realized she pretty much brought this on herself. She should've expected her friend would go running off to help someone immediately after she’d told him that said someone was in any form of trouble. “Me and my big mouth,” she sighed to herself.

At the other end of the queue, the one-eyed green alien was in the middle of buying one ticket for himself, but when the time came for him to pay for it, he reached into his pockets only to find nothing in them. He then starts to panic and frantically searches every crevice of himself, but still finds no sign of his wallet.

“Is there a problem, sir?” the officer in the booth asked, who was starting to grow impatient with the green cyclops.

“I, uh…can’t seem to find my wallet…yet. Just, uh…gimme as sec,” the large muscular alien stammered.

“Sir, if you want a ticket, you’re going to have to pay for it.”

“I know that! Just gimme a minute! I’ll find it!” the cyclops man began double-checking his pockets more frantically now.

“If you are unable to purchase a ticket, you will not be permitted to board the trains. If you are unable to board, you shall be transported back to the planet you came from. Can you state the planet you arrived here from?” the officer asked in a very monotone voice as if reading standard procedure, which it probably was.

“No, man! C’mon, just wait a moment!”

“I have many more passengers to attend to, sir. So I’m afraid I cannot just ‘wait a moment’.”

“I know I had my wallet with me! Let me just try to find it! Please, just tell security to look for a missing wallet!” the green cyclops pleaded, but the officer wasn’t having it.

“Missing items are not our responsibility, sir. You shall wait by the space shuttles and you shall be transported down to the nearest Empire-occupied planet.” The officer then gestured to two nearby Stormtroopers to the green cyclops man. “Guards, please escort this man to the shuttles.”

“No! Wait! You can’t do this to me!” the cyclops man struggled as the two Stormtroopers grabbed him and attempted to drag him away until they were stopped in their tracks by the arrival of another individual.

Wander was out of breath by the time he arrived in front of the green cyclops man due to how far and fast he had to run, but he thought it was worth it.

“Excuse me, is this your wallet, sir?” Wander held out the brown wallet in front of the green cyclops.

“Yes, that’s mine!” he yanked the wallet out of Wander’s small hands and opened it just to be fully sure it was his own. “Thank Grop you found this!”

The green cyclops man’s face then shifted from joy to a more solemn expression as he turned to Wander. “You’re…really helping me? Even after I was such a jerk to you and your friend?”

“Aw, sir. What you did was very rude to us and you should never do it again, but that doesn’t mean I should’ve just stood by and done nothin’ while you got in trouble because of an honest accident.”

“Gee, uh…thanks, man,” the green cyclops man said, with an expression of quiet surprise and amazement at Wander’s actions.

“You should consider yourself lucky, sir. We don’t get many do-gooders like him around here willing to waste their time to help the likes of you,” the officer commented from inside the booth, though he still had an air of condescension in his voice. 

With that, the green cyclops man turned around back to the booth, paid for his ticket, and walked through the gate. Wander felt bad about running off yet again, but he was also proud of himself for not only taking the time to help someone in need, but it seemed he also made an impact on the cyclops man with his simple act of kindness. Wander could see it in his eye and face. Then, Sylvia walked up beside him, also exhausted and out of breath.

“Sylvia? What’re ya doin’ here? Why didn’t ya just wait back at our spot in the line? I was gonna come back.”

“Yeah, I considered doing that,” Sylvia said after regaining her breath. “But I did say you were gonna stick by my side no matter what, right? Well, that’s exactly what I’m doing. No matter what, we stick close, buddy,” Sylvia said as she embraced Wander with one arm.

“Aw, thanks, Syl!” Wander hugged his friend back.

As Wander and Sylvia snapped out of their embrace, Sylvia saw a Stormtrooper security guard pointing his finger in the direction behind the two nomads, and despite not saying a word, Sylvia understood what he was saying.

“Alright, alright! We’ll go to the back of the line again,” Sylvia groaned as she walked away, dragging Wander behind her.

This time, despite being moved to the back of the line for a  second  time and waiting a while yet again, Sylvia did not feel frustrated, or at least  as  frustrated as she was before, though she couldn’t really tell why. Maybe because she’s just gotten used to waiting in line for long periods of time, but it’s more likely it’s because she stopped being frustrated and stressed out by Wander, who now that she thought about it, was the main thing causing all her worry and stress throughout this entire thing anyway.

As the two fugitive nomads continued waiting in line, something miraculous happened; the line moved fast this time. Turns out, the only thing making the line Wander and Sylvia were in ridiculously long was a centipede man (whom Wander recognized from the time he tried buying Thunder Blazz for Sylvia) who took up most of the space of the queue due to his length. As the man who took up most of the line only had to buy one ticket for himself, the moment he left and went through the gates, the entire line in front of Wander and Sylvia had completely disappeared. The two nomads then decided to run towards the ticket booth as fast as they could before the people behind them could get the smart idea of stepping into the empty queue in front of them. Finally, after waiting for who knows how long (Wander and Sylvia had pretty much lost all track of time by this time, they could’ve been in the station for either thirty minutes or two days and they wouldn’t be able to tell), they finally reached the end of the line and in front of the ticket booth.

The Imperial officer in the booth looked up at them, who from his face got bored from waiting for the centipede man to completely pass through the gates. He stood upright again and put one hand on the computer panel to his right and the other on the microphone in front of him. “Well, look at that, the do-gooder finally made it.”

“Hehe, yeah, that’s me,” Wander chuckled nervously.

“Alright, anyway…where do you two want to go?” the officer asked while looking down at the computer screen he was tapping.

“Uh…pretty much anywhere that’s available,” Sylvia answered, trying to put on a fake regal accent.

This response from Sylvia seemed to make the officer look up at her with a somewhat confused look. “That’s not an answer, ma’am. What is the purpose of your trip? Business or pleasure?”

“Er, well it’s kinda neither. Y’see, sir, we had to flee our planet that’s been overrun by Fremen warriors, sir. Me an’ my pal here just need to get on a train that’ll take us anywhere far enough to be safe.” Wander explained.

The officer’s expression then shifted from one of frustration and confusion to a blank unfazed expression as if he was about to repeat a tired old routine. “Of course you are. Every day this station sees more and more immigrants fleeing Fremen-invaded planets.”

“If you don’t mind my saying, sir…” Sylvia said, trying to make her voice as regal as possible. “Why exactly are you all working in this place now? Aren’t you all busy conquering the galaxy or something?”

“That’s exactly what this is.” the officer answered. “Any conqueror and invader who knows anything about what they do would know that the most important places to strike first when taking over new territory are the communication centers and the transportation centers. Good thing too, the space travel in this galaxy is way too unchecked, too many inhabitants flying around whenever and wherever they please, there wasn’t even any security or authorities in this station. That’ll change once the Empire brings much needed order to this chaotic galaxy. Can’t have a rebellion forming in another galaxy as well.” Sylvia started to glare after hearing the officer’s explanation. 

“You should be thankful that we’re the ones who got to these places first, you know? Especially with the forces of Emperor Paul Muad’Dib running around. Those desert savages are destroying every spaceport and spaceship they come across.” the officer continued as if responding to Sylvia’s inner thoughts.

“They’re destroying spaceports?! Why?” Wander and Sylvia asked in unison.

 “Obviously to restrict interstellar travel to just those heighliners of theirs. Emperor Muad’Dib seems to be trying to monopolize space travel as well. At least we are civilized enough to not destroy and still preserve all the spaceports here, unlike those barbaric Fremen who are so blinded by their idolatry to their emperor with a saviour complex that they can never think for themselves.” Sylvia supposed he had a point, anything was better than Paul and the Fremen at this point, but that didn’t make what the Empire was doing any better, and it certainly didn’t make her hate them any less, they were still a bunch of cruel arrogant jerks who think everyone else is below them.

“Aw, sir. What the Fremen are doin’ is terrible and all, but there’s no need ta call ‘em all that nasty stuff.” Wander said with sympathetic eyes.

“After all they’ve done to this galaxy we’re supposed to claim and their audacity to think they can just go against the Empire? I’d say nasty words are the least they deserve. Can’t wait for the day we decimate the lot of them and their delusional emperor,” the officer then started staring at Sylvia and Wander, narrowing his eyes, as if trying to analyze something about them. “You know, you two look strangely familiar. Have I seen you two somewhere before?” the officer asked.

“Seen us? Whaaatt? Of course not! We just have one of those faces that look like wanted fugitives for some reason!” Sylvia said, chuckling nervously.

“You two look kind of like…” the officer said as he looked down to turn on a device, which projected the wanted holograms of Wander and Sylvia. “Wait a minute, aren’t you–” the officer looked up from the hologram, only to find Wander and Sylvia having disappeared from their spot in front of the booth, leaving only two Groucho glasses falling to the ground where they originally stood.

The officer quickly pressed a button, sending an announcement that echoed through the speakers riddled throughout the station. “Attention all Stormtroopers! The fugitives Wander and Sylvia are inside the station! Pursue them immediately and destroy them on sight!”

Sylvia ran through the station with as much speed as she could muster, throwing Wander onto her back in the process, which was a better alternative than holding his hand through the entire thing. Sylvia and Wander finally reached the giant clock at the center of the station, and Sylvia looked around quickly to find any possible escape routes, and while doing so, she also saw several squads of Stormtroopers heading their direction from multiple corners of the station. Sylvia started to panic, she now frantically scanned her surroundings as quickly as she could, and luckily, an opportunity presented itself. In one of the platforms, a train had just arrived, giving Sylvia a glimmer of hope, but the downside was that it was way over on the other side of the station where she and Wander now stood. But it was better than nothing, and Sylvia wasn’t someone who never not took a chance. 

Sylvia started running again, maneuvering around the crowds and the twists and turns of the station. In front of her, a squad of Stormtroopers stopped dead in their tracks and aimed their blasters at them. 

“Stop right there, fugitives!” the lead Stormtrooper shouted.

Before the Stormtroopers could fire, Sylvia leaped in the air, Wander holding onto her tightly. Sylvia used the top of the lead Stormtrooper’s helmet as a jumping pad, before leaping yet again over the Stormtrooper squad and landing behind them, and Sylvia continued running. The Stormtrooper squad behind them turned around, the leader rubbing his head in pain from Sylvia’s foot jumping off it.

“Blast them!” the leader shouted again as he and the rest of his squad opened fire and began to pursue the two fugitives.

As Sylvia ran, none of the laser blasts hit her or Wander, luckily. These Stormtroopers must’ve not been part of Wander’s training program back on Goolopia. Sylvia continued maneuvering through the crowds, a lot of them just continuing about their day as if nothing was going on, which considering this station allowed Dominator-Bots to run around without anyone batting an eye, didn’t surprise Sylvia too much. The good thing about it is that it helped slow down the Stormtrooper squad chasing them, as Sylvia easily slipped through the crowd at full speed, the Stormtroopers behind her and Wander kept bumping into angry passersby and having their path blocked by the large crowds, which slowed them down significantly. Sylvia was glad for that, but that was just a minor setback for their problems.

In front and to the left of them, Sylvia saw other squads of Stormtroopers headed in their direction, numbers greater than before. Sylvia quickly made a turn to a path on the right, where the two squads joined together upon crossing paths and continued chasing her.

In front of them, Sylvia could see the family of the purple alien mother and her children. Wander’s eyes and the eyes of the child he helped met, and the child knew what was going on. As soon as Sylvia ran past them, the little purple kid told their siblings to all play in the path of the pursuing Stormtroopers. As they did, the Stormtroopers halted in their tracks as the dozens of small purple children blocked the narrow station path, with no way to get around them.

“Ma’am, get your children out of the way!” The lead Stormtrooper ordered the purple mother.

“What?! I can’t hear you!” the mother shouted, her voice and the Stormtrooper’s command getting drowned out by the noise of all her children’s screaming and playing.

The purple child that Wander helped looked back at Wander and gave him a wink, and Wander returned it as Sylvia kept running.

Now, another troop was heading in their direction from a different path. It seemed like they all kept coming from different directions and just won’t stop. Sylvia made a quick turn in the direction of the train she’d been targeting, deciding to stop wasting any more time as that train would probably depart any second now and would leave her and Wander trapped in the station.

This time in front of them, was none other than the buff green cyclops man, who seemed to have noticed what was going on and stepped out of the way for Sylvia to run by, and as soon as she ran by he extended his large muscular arm which all the Stormtroopers chasing them bumped into.

“Hey, get out of the way! Or you’ll be taken into custody!” the lead Stormtrooper shouted while getting back up after running face-first into the green cyclops’ arm.

“Take this into custody!” the green cyclops man retorted by punching the lead Stormtrooper so hard that he was sent flying back into the other Stormtroopers who didn’t bump into the cyclops’ arm.

Once he did that, the green cyclops man turned back to Wander and gave him a smile and a thumbs up, which Wander also returned. Wander knew that the cyclops man would get arrested for doing what he just did, but it was clear from his face that the cyclops man knew this, but was willing to risk it to help Wander and Sylvia escape. Wander couldn’t help but feel touched at how he helped this man change in such a short period just by doing a simple kind act for him.

The two fugitives are now nearly approaching the platform with the boarding train, but to their panic, the train is about to depart, and on top of that, behind them, many Stormtroopers troops and even several uniformed Imperial officers leading them are close on their tail, quite literally. Sylvia decided to put all her energy into running as fast as she possibly could before the doors of the train closed and the Stormtroopers could get a hold of them.

Behind them, one of the Imperial officers shouted a command at all the chasing Stormtroopers he was leading. “What are you waiting for, you fools?! Blast them! Fire at will!”

Every Stormtrooper behind them fired their blasters, with no regard for the safety of the crowd of people in the station who could get caught in the crossfire. Many red laser blasts flew around Wander and Sylvia, and one of the Imperial officers behind them, who ran surprisingly fast for someone in his position of power, was nearing Wander and Sylvia with his hand reaching out, intending to grab Wander.

Now Sylvia saw that every person on the platform had entered the train with no one else going in or out, meaning the doors were about to close any second now. Sylvia just kept running with all her might, didn’t look back, and even ignored all the laser blasts flying around them. The hand of the Imperial officer behind them is mere inches away from Wander, and it seemed prepared to grab the small fuzzy orange nomad any second now too. 

“Gotcha!” the officer grinned just as he was about to grasp Wander’s back.

But just before the officer could grab Wander, Sylvia leaped forward off the ground and towards the doors of the train that were about to close. Miraculously, Sylvia and Wander crashed safely into the train, and the doors closed just in time before any of the officers and Stormtroopers could enter, causing all the ones in front to run face-first into the closed doors and fall on their backs.

“Nooo!” the lead officer who was about to grab Wander cried out, banging against the closed doors’ windows. But the train was now departing at full speed, and Wander and Sylvia saw the Space Train Station get smaller and smaller in the depths of space by the second.

Back in the station, the lead officer could do nothing but throw his hat to the ground and stomp on it out of anger, as he and the Stormtroopers could now do nothing as the fugitives they were pursuing were now on the train that flew farther and farther away.

“Woohoo! We did it, buddy! We made it!” Sylvia cheered as she high-fived Wander, and the two of them hugged each other yet again. “Ugh, if I had known we could’ve just ran through the gates like that, I probably would’ve just done that from the start.”

“But Sylvia, don’t you see? We wouldn’t have made it if all those people didn’t help us, and they wouldn’t have helped if I didn’t also help them! Like I once said, Syl, one o’ the good things about helpin’ other is that sometimes they help ya right back.”

“I guess you’re right, buddy,” Sylvia said with a calm smile. “But, wooh, am I out of it. I just wanna sit down and take a break.”

“Right there with ya, buddy.”

The two fugitives sat down at two empty seats and decided to take their well-deserved rest, but not before Wander suddenly asked something. “Hey, Syl. Where does this train go, anyway?”

“Uh, I actually don’t know, buddy. And I don’t care as long as it takes us as far away as possible from any Stormtroopers,” Sylvia answered, deciding to shrug off any worries.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Wander said, and the two of them finally decided to rest.

After a long ride, the train finally stopped on a planet, where Wander and Sylvia decided to get off. Sylvia felt very relaxed after her long rest on the train, and so did Wander, and the two of them embraced this new planet with open arms.

“Ah, finally, completely Stormtrooper and Empire-free,” Sylvia said until she and Wander took a good look at the planet they arrived on.

In front of them was a city that seemed to have just been invaded, with a statue of Paul Muad’Dib being built in the center, many signature red hawk Atreides banners being hung in many of its buildings, and even many ornithopters flying around. The two fugitives realize they have just got off on a Fremen-invaded planet.

“Oh, are you kidding me?!” Sylvia shouted, realizing she just got her wish, but they merely just got out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Wander then pulled out two Groucho Glasses, one he already wore on his face, and the other was being offered to Sylvia. “Ready to face another dangerous situation, buddy?” he asked with a wide grin.

Sylvia could do nothing but groan and just put on her ridiculous disguise again, having to deal with the exact same situation for a second time.

[thornstocutyouwith]

🐸  ─  turn into a frog [ Eira to Tancred. StormCoastAU! I just think this would be a funny way to meet/first interaction before they've really spoken to each other yet - it's an accident of course ]

🍎 ｡:*•─BEWITCHED!›

Staring ahead, Tancred took a bite out of his sandwich while listening to and watching several other students around him running around outside and causing a whole lot of the usual noise during school lunch. Turning his attention back to his lunch after a moment, he grinned at Bray's lunch. It was very robotic, everything in it's place. Nice and neat. But delicious and thoughtful. Just what he needed. It was good to have her, when he had no one else to raise him. Right at that moment she was a smaller device at his dorm room, and an assistant on the watch on his wrist.

Lifting it up he checks it as he's finishing up his lunch, stuffing the trash back into his lunchbox and standing up. Brushing himself off Tancred took another look at the others having fun before he turned and walked away to go to find the trashcan nearby. Upon coming across one he noticed a girl his age acting weirdly nearby it. Lifting the lid up from the trashcan he opened his lunchbox and dumped out the trash, glancing over at the weirdo for a moment. Whatever she was doing, he wanted no part of it. He knew all about people who were speaking gibberish near trash, she was definitely looking for trouble.

Didn't take her long after that to find it either as whatever it was that she had been doing moments earlier had seem to do something magical in the end and that magic cast off right at him, hitting him in the back. Tancred watched as the world shifted and his lunchbox dropped beside him, much larger than before. Then, quickly looking over at himself he noticed first his hands weren't human anymore, and looked kind of more like frogs, if see through. What had that girl done?! Oh nooo. He turned his head looking over at her, ribbiting angrily in her direction.

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Fourteen

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Fourteen Summary: Lori spends time with Mike and shares a meal with the Brothers.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 3.3k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Fourteen Warnings: slight angst, some fluff, mild violence, mild smut (kissing)

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

I tested positive to covid yesterday so I'm feeling a little foggy in the brain, so forgive me if this chapter is poorly edited (well worse than usual 🤣)

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors. (see above!)

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Part Thirteen Part Fifteen

Lori

After eating a simple lunch of sandwiches with Geralt, I spent the afternoon with Mike. His room was the polar opposite of Marshall's tidy minimalism. It looked like a college dorm room, an overfilled, yet organised den of nerdom. He had a desk filled with what looked like a custom PC and several monitors while vintage consoles and games were organised in shelving around the desk. His room was fairly dim with most light being emitted from LED strips along the corners of the ceiling, but there was enough lumination to see his closet seemed to have more clothes on the floor than hanging on the coat hangers or folded and his bin was overloaded with empty wrappers and soda cans.

I loved everything about it.

“Uh, so, this is me.” He must have noticed my inventory of his room because he looked away as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

I leaned over to kiss his cheek and said grinning, “I'm digging the ‘King of Nerdom fantasy’ aesthetic you have gone for here.”

Mike rolled his eyes then grabbed me around the waist, fingers digging into my sides as he tickled me and made me squeal. I slid from his grasp and ran around the bed. My heart was pounding, adrenaline was surging through my veins making my hands shake as I couldn’t stop giggling as he continued to stalk me.

“Think you can run, huh?” he asked, grinning as he kept advancing on me.

The low light in the room seemed to perfectly enhance his already far too attractive face, highlighting the strong cut of his jaw, the dimple in his chin and the model-like bone structure in his cheeks. Despite being smaller than the other Brothers, he was still a very large guy. I could see how broad his shoulders actually were and I noticed the way his arms stretched the sleeves of his t-shirt.

Trembling and giddy, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make him chase me or if I wanted him to catch me and throw me on the bed. My eyes darted to the door and I thought maybe a bit of a run might be just what I needed.

“Don’t even think�� Hey!” Mike called, but I was already throwing open the door and running down the corridor.

Giggling as I ran, I turned my head to find Mike tearing down the hall after me. I yelped and ran faster, determined to take him for as much as a run as I could before he inevitably caught me.

I ran further into the clubhouse, down a hall I hadn’t been in before, noticing a few rooms that had doors which appeared to be holding something valuable behind heavy duty doors. As I turned a corner I quickly realised I had gotten myself trapped. I was on the verge of trying to open one of the doors to find a hiding place when I felt my arm being yanked and I was hoisted into the air and thrown over Mike’s shoulder.

“Gotcha!” he cried, triumphantly.

“Put me down!”

Mike laughed and started to run down the hall while I screamed, kicked my legs and flailed my arms in a weak attempt at getting him to release me. Truthfully, I didn’t want to be put down. Mike’s spontaneous, freely given affection and his chaotic, bordering on juvenile behaviour was what I adored most about him.

It’s what I needed most from him.

Suddenly, Mike came to a stop and I felt the muscles in his shoulder tense under my weight. I peered around his body as best I could and saw Walker with a rifle in his hands pointed directly at Mike’s head.

Holy shit.

“Were you born a fucking idiot, Mike, or did you have to practice?”

Mike slowly lowered me to the floor. I had to avert my eyes from Walker. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I felt like I was about to burst out laughing.

“Shit, Walker, we were just–”

“Running around making the girl God damn scream? Like she was being attacked? During a fucking protection operation? The fuck, kid?”

It wasn’t really funny anymore as I raised my eyes and looked at Walker. His eyes were narrow and his lip curled into a snarl. He wore dark denim jeans and a plain white wife beater which clung to every muscle and the hair of his chest peaked above the low neckline. I knew he would be fit like the others, but fuck he was jacked and unlike his Brothers, I couldn’t see any tattoos on him.

“Shit, I didn’t think–”

“You better start fucking thinking or one of these days you’ll end up–”

“Walker,” I interrupted sharply.

“What?” he snapped as he whipped his head towards me.

I gasped. I had expected to see his face twisted in anger and it was, but that wasn’t what made me suck in a breath. It was the other emotion that warped his near perfect features, the same one that had his chest pumping and his nose flaring. 

Walker was scared.

He steadily and slowly lowered his rifle as his face seemed to drop and in the snap of a finger his momentary look of vulnerability was replaced by his usual sneer.

“This is Club business, princess. Stay out of it.” Walker growled.

“I’m fine though,” I said softly. “Nothing happened. I’m okay.”

Walker continued to glare at me. I wanted to raise my hand and touch his cheek, to reassure him, to comfort him. My arm was halfway there before I realised what I was doing and forced myself to lower it to my side.

“Get the hell out of my sight,” Walker spat, and he turned his grim look to Mike, “Both of you.”

I swallowed as Mike silently put his arm around my shoulders and led me back to his room. I couldn’t stop myself and looked over my shoulder to see Walker looking down at the dark grey low pile carpet of the hallway shaking his head. He glanced up and our eyes met. His face momentarily appeared pained, his brows furrowed and raised, then they lowered and his lip curled.

I quickly looked away.

Mike set me up at his desk then laid on his bed, watching some tv. The mood was a little sombre as I started perusing my go to sites that had next day delivery. I found it difficult to concentrate at first, the run in with Walker played on my mind. As did his unexpected reaction.

Had he truly been afraid when he thought I was being attacked? I found it hard to believe considering the position he had in the club. If he fell to pieces at the outset of a life or death situation, there’s no way the others would have put him in charge.

The only other explanation - and it seemed too far-fetched - was that he was afraid for me. 

Maybe he had been worried something had happened to me because if he lost a client, the Brotherhood’s reputation would be tarnished. On top of that, I don’t think Sy - or the other Brothers for that matter - would easily forgive him and it may even threaten his position as President.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense and I was able to concentrate on my orders.

I found a way to actually make the shopping enjoyable. Still angry at my Nate, I didn’t hold back and ordered what I wanted without any consideration of cost. That $200 pair of jeans? Add to cart. That $150 bra and panty set? Quantity two. Add to cart.

Was it childishly passive aggressive of me?

Absolutely.

I almost decided to really take the piss and order myself a couple of cocktail dresses, but I figured the cost of what I actually needed was punishment enough. I did order a few skin care products that were usually too expensive for me to afford and some workwear and steel-toed boots for when I spent time with Geralt.

When I was finished and just messing around looking at pretty and impractical shoes, I started to wonder what Mike knew about the pact. I spun around in the gaming chair at his desk and decided to ask him about it.

“Mike?”

“You done?” he asked, sitting up and grinning with his usual puppy-like enthusiasm.

“Yeah. I want to talk to you about something.”

“Sounds serious.” He grunted and raised his lip in a mock look of disgust.

“It's about the pact.”

His eyes widened with an exaggerated look of innocence. “What pact?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t bullshit me.”

He downcast his gaze. “Shit, I’m s…” he shook his head and when he looked back at me his face set in a grim determination, “No. I’m not going to apologise for it. I was frustrated when I thought I had missed my chance with you, but when G told me what he, Sy and Marshall had agreed to, I was in. Maybe we should have discussed it with you first, but I wasn’t going to let another chance with you slip through my fingers.”

I looked down at my jeans and picked off a piece of fluff while I tried to take in what Mike said. He moved across the bed until he sat on the edge and grabbing the armrests of the gaming chair, he rolled it close until I was nestled between his legs.

“Hey, I don’t want things to get weird between us. I meant it when I said ‘no pressure’, okay Babycakes?” He lowered his head until his eyes caught mine, and he smiled gently as he cupped my cheek with his warm hand. “I’m just happy you’re here with me. Even if we’re never going to be more than friends. I just want to be around you.”

“You really mean that?”

He nodded, solemnly but then his grin turned mischievous and he added, “Okay, maybe I’ll be a little disappointed if we don't kiss again.”

I laughed and lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re such an ass.”

Mike chuckled a little, but grew serious. “How do you feel about it? The pact I mean.”

I took a deep breath, giving myself a moment to really think about it. “I was mad when Marshall told me. I yelled at him and stormed out.”

“That explains his shitty mood this morning.”

I shrugged. “I’m not mad anymore, but I don’t know how I feel about it.” 

Mike pulled me onto his lap as he nodded. “Took me a bit to get my head around as well. Then I realised a couple of things. First, you being with my Brothers doesn’t change the way I feel about you, Babycakes and the second is that I know they all feel the same way about you as I do.”

I laid my head on Mike’s shoulder. His arms went around me, drawing me closer to his body as he bowed his head.

“Have I said too much?” he whispered, his lowered, serious tone made him sound older than he usually seemed.

“No,” I whispered back. “I think I needed to hear that.”

He hummed softly and lifted his head just enough to kiss my cheek. I raised my eyes and met his; they were wide, brows pinched and raised in a charmingly gentle invitation as he licked his lips. My breath came in hard and heavy while a torrid tempest surged through my chest and settled firmly between my legs.

Mike’s finger twisted around a stray lock of hair by my ear and he smiled shyly, “Wanna watch a movie and make out?”

“Forget the movie,” I breathed and pressed my lips against his.

I was on fire as he took us to the bed and split my thighs over his hips. His lips were forceful, parting me until his tongue brushed over mine. He moved beneath me, hips lifting and creating a subtle friction that was nowhere near enough to satisfy my searing need.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned.

His tongue continued its urgent exploration of my mouth until it felt as if no part of it was untouched. I would have thought such a kiss was one of inexperience if it wasn’t so hungry, dominant and such a fucking turn-on.

“I haven’t gotten the taste of you out of my head since yesterday,” he murmured into my mouth, “How do you taste so fucking good?”

I smiled, feeling my cheeks warm and Mike dropped his head onto the bed and closed his eyes. His hands squeezed my ass, fingers digging so deep that I could feel the pressure of his nails even through my jeans. I laid my head on his chest, the side of my face pressed against his sternum, the sound of his heart beating was as loud as thunder as it echoed in my ear.

“You ok?” he asked. His fingers slid into my hair, combing through its length as his heart slowly fell back into its resting rhythm. 

“Yeah,” I said, wistfully. “You?”

“Yeah.”

“You stopped.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

I felt him take a deep breath, my head lifting as his lungs filled with air. “Because this is nice. I like this.”

I smiled as I shifted my body until I was laying beside him and settled beneath the crook of his shoulder. I lifted my head and kissed his cheek.

“I like this, too.”

When it was time for dinner, Mike led me past the kitchen and into the common room and through into another smaller room. I pulled up short in the doorway, surprised by the scene before me.

Mike had taken me to what appeared to be the Club meeting room that seemed to double as a dining room. On the table were a number of dishes including what looked like a creamy mushroom pasta, a rocket and pear salad, grilled pork and some roasted vegetables and a couple of bottles of wine and beer littered the table.

Each of the Brothers stopped talking as I appeared and each one turned their attention to me. It made me want to shrink in on myself, I was not prepared for this.

“Oh,” I murmured, “Do you guys always eat dinner together?”

Mike nodded, “Yeah. And while you’re here, you can join us.”

As if to support Mike’s invitation, Geralt stood and waved his hand over the empty seat next to him. I swallowed hard and tried not to look at either Walker or Marshall as I took my seat. 

It did not surprise me that Walker sat at the head of the table. Geralt sat on his right hand side, Marshall on his left. Mike sat next to Marshall which left me sitting next to Geralt.

“Do you always eat like this?” I asked, “I mean, this looks really good.” It really did. Nothing like this went on at my Brother’s club. Most of the members didn’t permanently live at the Clubhouse, they had families to live with and most ate at home. The ones that stayed, either permanently living there like Nate or Hustle, or crashing for a party or to get away from the Missus, generally lived off take out or two minute noodles. 

“Thank you,” Walker smirked. 

My eyebrows shot up. “You made this?”

He nodded.

I glanced around at the others, nothing in their faces gave away any sign they were playing a trick on me. I turned back to Walker, who only grinned wider and more mockingly.

“Do you cook every night?” I asked, still incredulous.

“I’ll cook tomorrow,” Geralt said, “We take turns when we are here.”

“How very democratic of you,” I said, addressing my sarcasm towards Walker.

Something in what I said seemed to tickle him and his jeering smile became a sardonic chuckle.

“Here,” Geralt rumbled roughly, holding the tray of pork towards me and shooting a stoney glance towards Walker, “Eat before it gets cold.”

The meal started quietly, but as the alcohol flowed it quickly became lively. Even Marshall seemed to lift his gloomy disposition as he told a story about a prank Geralt and Sy played on Mike last Fourth of July.

“So, Sy and Geralt got together and modified a couple of Roman Candles–”

“Modified?” Mike cried, “Turned into a fucking bomb is more accurate!”

“You squealed like a six-year-old, dropped the thing and ran,” Geralt chuckled, “I still don’t believe that you didn’t shit yourself.”

Marshall started snickering, even Walker had his lips pressed into a tight line as if he were holding back his own laughter.

“I almost lost a hand!” Mike protested, his voice breaking and letting out a little squeak.

The other Brothers glanced at each other and all at once they lost their composure; all three breaking out in simultaneous raucous laughter. 

“Oh sure,” Mike said, folding his arms across his chest, “Pick on the fucking New Guy as always. Why don’t we tell her about the time you tried to pull a wheelie and ended up letting go of the bike and it crashed into Sy’s truck?”

“What?” I looked at Geralt, his face was grim and I burst out laughing.

“Or the time Marshall ate a jalapeno thinking it was a pickle?”

“Oh my God!” I shrieked, “you didn’t?”

“Or the time Walker—”

“Mike!” Walker thundered.

His cheeks were flaming and I couldn’t stop laughing no matter how hard I tried. Tears rolled down my cheeks as Mike mouthed across the table, “I’ll tell you later.”

“You tell her anything and you’ll shit teeth for a week,” Walker growled through gritted teeth as both Marshall and Geralt joined in the laughter.

Walker looked around the table and our eyes met, his eyes dark as a thundercloud rolling across the noon sky. But then, they softened and I saw it again; I saw his facade slip a moment before his guard shot back faster than lightning.

He stood quickly, his chair scraped loudly on the polished timber floor and the laughter trailed off.

“Mike, you’re on clean-up. Princess, I need to see you in the morning.”

I opened my mouth to ask why, but he was already walking out the door.

“Why does he need to see me?” I asked Geralt.

Marshall answered, “We’ve been digging into a few things. He’ll want to talk to you about what we’ve found.”

“About Jake?”

He nodded.

“Can’t you tell me?” I asked.

“I’ll be there in the morning too,” Marshall said reassuringly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“I’m—” I slammed my mouth shut as I looked at Geralt and Mike still sitting at the table. I stood up. “I think I might go to bed.”

Geralt stood too and rested his hand on my shoulder and exerted the smallest amount of pressure until I sat. 

“No. Stay for a bit,” he said to me. Then he addressed Mike as he started to collect empty plates, “Come on, I’ll help you clear the table.”

Mike gave me a short dip of the head and a smile, but didn’t say anything as he gathered as much as he could and followed Geralt to the kitchen.

I glanced at Marshall. He was sitting with a hand on a glass of wine, his long fingers twirling the stem.

I swallowed hard and cleared my throat before I spoke. “I’m sorry about this morning.”

Marshall shook his head. “You don’t need to apologise.”

“I do. I was confused and angry and took it out on you when you were the only one who actually came out and told me what was going on. I reacted badly and I’m sorry.”

“No harm done.”

I looked down at my hands, the fingernail of my index finger picked at the polish on my thumb. I forced myself to stop and stood up.

“I think I will go to bed,” I said, “it’s been a long day.”

Marshall inclined his head and stood. “I’ll walk you to your room.”

[honeyabyss]

Mc falling asleep next to them

Lucifer:

he had been working nonstop for hours now and the pile of yet to be read and signed documents wasn't getting any smaller

you had been sitting in his study silently working on your own assignments, that was until you've finished them about an hour ago

pacing his room in boredom and looking at the stuff he keeps in his closets (mostly books, records and demonus)

"Could you stop wandering around, you're irritating me!" Lucifer is stressed, annoyed, etc and your sighs, constant footsteps and opening and closing of closet doors, didn't help him to concentrate

you could have left the room and found something else to do, but you were determined to spend some time with him, as the evening work hours are quite literally the only hours where you can be alone with him

so instead you seeked permission for putting on a record to have at least some entertainment, which was both a good and a bad choice at the same time

yes you had something to enjoy and relax to, but the relaxing part worked a little bit too well

after a good ten minutes you were sleeping peacefully, stretched out all over his sofa with no care in the world

"I'm going to take a small break and get some coffee. Do you want something as well?" Lucifer asked only to be met with silence, which he didn't appreciate

he was about scold you for being rude, when his gaze fell on your sleeping form and the words seemed stuck in his throat

how could you sleep so peacefully right next to one of the strongest demons of hell, he honestly didn't know if he was pleased you found comfort in his presence or if he should be annoyed that you don't take him serious enough

nonetheless you seemed to have a good sleep and as this is often near impossible in the House of Lamentation, he decided to let you sleep

he got himself his coffee and once back in his study he moved his workplace to the small coffee table and took a seat next to you on the sofa

he adjusted your form so you weren't hanging half of the edge and put his coat over your sleeping form for some warmth

"Foolish little lamb, letting your guard down in a house of wolves, good thing I'm here to protect you..."

Mammon:

"And then I, the Great Mammon, made an action movie worthy escape and totally didn't run away in a panic, because Lucifer was chasing me..."

he had been telling you how exactly he got into the situation of hanging from the ceiling once again, as you've tried as careful as possible to cut him free, which was harder then expected with the way he kept moving around

once finally free, he dropped onto the ground, whining about the rope burns he got basically all over his body, though demons heal quicker, it still wasn't a nice feeling

with a sigh you offered him your hand and pulled him up and away to your room to give him some of the salve Satan had made you the last time you had accidentally cut yourself while cooking

you sat a flustered Mammon onto your bed while you went ahead and searched through your bathroom cabinets that were filled with products Asmo had gifted you, when you finally found it you asked Mammon to hold still while you put some salve onto his burned skin

"W-what?! N-no way! I don't need your help, I can do that on my own!" and with that Mammon stormed away with your salve and locked himself into your bathroom

you knew better then to argue at this point, Mammon would do what Mammon wants to do...until he fails and seeks protection behind your back...

be it because he is embarrassed, doesn't know how to open the salve tube, or because there were so many rope burns...but Mammon took quite long to apply the crème, leaving you to wait for him for at least half an hour now

helping out Mammon can become quite tiring, not that you mind helping him or don't like being around him, but a nap sounds nice right now

and so you lay down in your bed, it is after all your room, and just because Mammon is currently camping out in your bathroom, doesn't mean that you can't take a nap

Mammon comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, he probably needed a few more minutes to build up courage to face and thank you, but he is met with the sight of you sleeping on your bed

Mammons brain is working overdrive, trying to figure out if he should leave the room quietly, wake you up or stay and watch over you...then again he doesn't want to be seen as a creep by you, but he can't deny that he would like to stay with you

he carefully climbs into bed and pushes you a bit further in so you sleep on the wall side and don't fall off in case you move, it takes five more minutes until Mammon risks putting his arm around you all while holding his breath in anticipation of your rejection, when none comes he settles a little closer to you and falls asleep as well

"Don't worry my human, the Great Mammon is gonna keep you warm and protected in your sleep!"

Bonus: even though you two fall asleep next to each other with only Mammons arm wrapped around you, expect him to wake up on top of you holding you like your his pillow

Leviathan:

it was 5am and Levi and you were currently waiting in line in front of a shop to get your hands on a new limited edition Ruri-Chan figurine

surprisingly enough even though you turned up quite early, there were a good amount of people in front of you

the shop would only open a 9am so you still had a long time to queue in the coldness of the devildom morning

"Ah that is not fair! We planned everything so carefully, it was the perfect timing, why aren't we first in line?" Levi complained while standing on his tiptoes to be able to see and count the demons in front of him, coming to the conclusion that if everyone were to buy one figurine he'd still be able to buy one for himself...and whatever you might want

you weren't the happiest when he told you about his plan a few weeks prior and getting woken up this early you might have been a little slower than usual in getting yourself ready, now that you were here you couldn't help but feel a little guilty

you tried to cheer Levi up with the argument that if you were longer in line that also meant you could spend more time together, which resulted in Levi turning into a blushing but happy mess

you put down the blanket you've brought and made yourself comfortable on it, Levi joining you but looking a bit stiff from the closeness

you ate a breakfast consisting out of sandwiches made with whatever was left after Beels midnight snack, which wasn't much but better than nothing

afterwards as there was still a lot of time to pass you started to play some games on his Switch, trying to stay awake

the emphasis lies on 'trying', because after 2 hours or so you start to fall asleep, eyelids and limbs heavy, you don't have the energy left in you to fight the sleep and so you nod off, your head falling onto Levis shoulder who had been inching closer over the period of time...to be able to better see the Switch display not to be closer to you...

Levi.exe has stopped working

there he sits red as a tomato with Mc sleeping on his shoulder, the queue in front of him starts to pack up and move as the shop gets ready to open up, his Switch display is showing the game over screen, his mind feels fogged over and he has no idea how to react now

Mc just fell asleep and Levi feels guilty to wake them...but they have to move...

"H-hey Mc? T-the line i-is moving? Wake up....please..." his attempts are way to quiet for you to hear and even as he gently shakes your shoulder you do not wake, leaving Levi quiet in a dilemma

"N-no other choice..." he says as he packs up the stuff alone, leaving only you sitting on the cold floor...he can't just leave you here..

Levi turns into his demon form, his hands shaking and eyes flitting across your from and over the crowd of other demons, before he carefully lifts you into his arm, his tail wrapping around you as well for more stabilization, so he has one hand free to carry his shopping bag later

he never bought something faster than that day, he got his figurine and even bought you some anime merch he knew you had stated to like, all while feeling like he was running the worst fever of his life and receiving stares, giggles and smug smiles from way too may people, that was enough attention for at least a century for Levi...but he did like holding you in his arms

"This is not fair! I have to deal with all the embarrassment while you sleep...but I guess it's okay if it's for you..."

Satan:

Satans last anger fit had caused way more damage than usually, it had taken place in the library when Mammon had tried to steal a very rare book about spells, to sell it after he found out how rare it actually is...now that lead to Satan throwing down and emptying almost all bookshelves and kicking Mammon through the room

While Mammon was strung upside down from the ceiling, Satan was forced to clean up the library alone, but you had pity on him as there were quite a lot to clean up, if Lucifer doesn't find out you helped there will be no consequences

Satans opinion about you helping was split, first of all he was really thankful for the help even though he was at fault for the chaos, having to clean up all alone was a bit much, but on second thought Satan was worried that you tried to go against Lucifers orders, he's proud of you for defying his eldest brother but also feels like it's a stupid idea

but you have made your mind up and so while Satan repairs and stands up the shelves, you begin to put the books in, you might not know the exact way they stood like Satan, but for now getting them off the floor is the priority

there aren't many words spoken as you silently work away, only once in a while you point out a book which got a bit more damage, the cover hanging off loosely or a few pages ripped out, you two decide depending on the damage if it can be fixed or not

every now and then Satan asks you to hold a piece of a shelf together while he fixes it, he is surprisingly fast and knows exactly how to repair it...just as if he had to do it more than once in a while...

"Oh Mc? Can you give me the screwdriver? No no that one, the one with the cross head is what I need..." you had no idea there were so many different tools, and wouldn't be the slotted one sufficient if you just angled it right? Satan just laughs and let's you try it for yourself, only for you to fail, he then shows you how to do it correctly guiding you through fixing your first shelf

"The last shelf is standing again, I'll help you with the book now." Satan pointed out, a small ray of hope now that only the books were left, you didn't reply, which honestly wasn't really necessary, but a small affirming noise would have been nice, so Satan tries to keep the 'conversation' going, while he works on the books with his back turned to you

"...you're still ignoring me? Are you angry at me for making such a mess? You know you didn't have to help...you can go, no need to act like all high and mighty!" he was getting angry again, yes he did make a mess, but he didn't do anything to you! Had he? He couldn't remember, but humans might interpret actions and words differently…he didn't want you to be mad at him, and neither did he want to get angry at you, but with you ignoring him it became quite difficult to keep his voice low

having enough and wanting to make up before it gets worse, he makes his way over to you, who was leaning against a shelf with a book in your hand

as he sits down next to you and turns your body to him through a guiding hand on your shoulder, he startles, you fell asleep in a sitting position? That sounds more like something Belphie would do...Isn't that uncomfortable?

You must have been exhausted after filling up three shelves of books and fell asleep midway on your fourth shelf, Satan chuckles amused and relieved you aren't mad at him but simply sleeping

He picks you up and brings you to your room where he lies you down in your bed, covering you with the blanket and hesitantly stroking your hair before going back to cleaning up the library

"Thank you for being so patient with me and helping me! You can rest now and I'll make it up to you later!"

Bonus: he will most definitely take you out on a date of your choice, even if he doesn't enjoy the idea as much as you

Asmodeus:

Asmo had taken you out shopping, as he claimed his wardrobe was not having the right clothes anymore so he had to get new ones fast

he had dragged you through town for the whole day and you two only returned home late in the afternoon, you completely exhausted and ready to drop in your bed, while Asmo while being slightly tired, still insisted on putting on all the clothes and showing them off to you and his followers on Devilgram

he entrusted you with his D.D.D to take some nice amazing shots of him to gain even more followers, though that seemed impossible as it already felt as if the whole population of hell was already subscribed to his account

but as long as all you had to do was hold the D.D.D up and click the screen for a picture, you were fine, you sat down on Asmos bed trying not to disturb the bags of clothes that lay there as well

Asmos screen lit up nearly every few seconds with a new message, how did this man not get crazy with all the message?! And he must check them all, because whenever you write him, he is on and writing back instantly...maybe you should steal his D.D.D from time to time to get him away from it...

While Asmo was changing into new clothes in the bathroom, you could hear him humming a happy tune, clearly in his element and enjoying his time, which made you happy as well, but the exhaustion was still plaguing you and the bed felt unbelievably comfy and on top of that the humming of Asmo was slowly lulling you into sleep

"Oooh Mc~ I especially like this top! Just look how nicely it fits, it shows of my best parts, which are all of me haha...hey Mc?~ Look at me!" Asmo pouted as you stayed put on his bed, and climbed over your form, already expecting you to start pushing him off, only to get concerned when you don't

then he sees your eyes are closed and you seem to be peacefully asleep, he instantly coos at your sweet sleeping expression, the back of his hand caresses you cheeks softly, but you don't react much besides moving a bit into am ore comfy position

Asmo backs off and begins to put down his bags, then he tucks you under his covers and climbs right in with you, pulling you close so that you lie on his chest, his arms encircling you to keep you put

the pictures for Devilgram are forgotten for now, they're not running away anyway, you two can continue another time, but for a beauty nap sounds good

"Oh Mc! You look so cute when you're sleeping...next time tell me you need a break, I'm happy to cuddle you while you're recovering!"

Beelzebub:

you had decided to stay a bit longer at RAD today, because you still had something to discuss with one of the teacher, as well as doing some research for an essay that was due next week

most of the brothers had already left for home or different work related activities, except Beel who had Fangol practice today after school, and as you were not allowed to walk around the Devildom without someone accompanying you for protection, all that was left for you was to wait for Beel to finish his practice, which usually took place for about two hours

you sat down on one of the benches at the side of the field, waving to Beel so he knew you where you were and could keep an eye on you

you worked away on your homework and checked you D.D.D from time to time replying to all the messages you got

the practice seemed to be still not finished even after two hours had passed and you were getting a bit tired from sitting around, but you also couldn't just wander off, Beel might start worry...plus the risk of running into a less friendly demon was still a thing

so you shifted from one position into another not really being able to get comfortable on the hard wooden bench

the ground seemed to be comfier with every minute passing, and so you lay down ignoring the weird looks of the team and trainers, you're body simply wasn't made to sit on this bench longer than necessary

"Here you can wrap yourself in this...it's getting cold. Training is almost over, just hold out a few more minutes!" Beel came over and gave you his jacket and you quickly put it on revelling in his warmth

but here is the problem the jacket made you feel so comfortable that you fell asleep, right on the floor next to a few dozen demons

"We're finished! I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat, any wishes what you want?" Beel was packing his stuff and rambling on about how he could eat at least one year worth of food, training having starved him quite a lot

but when you didn't respond he grew worried and kneeled down next to you, gently resting his hand on your side, he simply laughed when he saw you fell asleep, he is used to it due to Belphie, so he carefully picks you up and carries you home, deciding to order food once there

just Beel giving you a piggy back home, softly smiling to himself and being happy you've come to be so at ease around demons..still at bit worried, but he'll protect you, no worries

"I'll stay by your side until you wake up...and then we can eat lots of good food...please just don't sleep too long or I might have to eat before you wake up."

Belphegor:

so there he was, sleeping, on your bed, in your room, without an invitation...and honestly it wasn't even a surprise anymore, coming home after a work shift at Hell's Kitchen and just wanting to sleep, but no there was no space for you on the bed

I have no idea how, but he manages to occupy the whole bed, and hog blanket and pillows to himself as well

if only he was easy to wake, just to tell him to move over, but no he wouldn't wake up unless you pulled the big guns and nobody wants to face the consequences after one dumped water bottle on his head, it would be a hundred times easier and less dangerous to wake Satan

but you were really tired and just wanted to cuddle into your bed, maybe you could maneuver him with a bit strength..actually forget that...you could always call Beel for help to carry him to his own bed, but by the way he was clinging to your blanket and pillows, that would only end in a empty mattress to sleep on and then you would get cold...

honestly it was his own fault at this point you had threatened him to do it, but he had just laughed it off...

and so you climbed into bed and lay down on top of him, wrapping your arms around him so that you would get at least his body warmth if not the blanket

to your surprise he didn't wake up and he was really comfy, his rhythmic breathing was really relaxing and it didn't take you long to fall asleep

after some time Belphie wakes up with you wrapped around him, he quickly realises that you're asleep, but is stunned nonetheless that you would actually have the guts to sleep on top of him with the risk of waking him up in a bad mood

"That's quite bold of you! You didn't think I will let that slip though, right?" he chuckles amused but shifts nonetheless to make room for you, his embrace is tight, and he hopes just a little bit that you wake up, so he can tease you, but you stay asleep looking content with your new position

"I suppose I could go for another nap...now that I have my favourite pillow with me, sleeping will be even better!" he cuddles you, just like the blanket and pillows...which you don't get any of by the way, but you get Belphie so that's even better, he's gonna keep you warm, don't worry

"You're such a odd human...no idea why I like you...anyway just stay here in my arms and sleep!"

Diavolo:

yesterday was amazing, Dia had taken you to a trip in the human world and you had showed him around, visiting as many places as you two could

what you didn't know was that he had actually sneaked out of the castle to spend time with you

well you didn't know until a very angry Barbatos opened a portal right in front of you two and started lecturing Dia for at least one hour

you felt a bit guilty that you were the indirect cause of this and quickly apologised to him promising to make it up

so here you were in Dias office, overseeing him to do his work so he couldn't sneak out again and Barb didn't have to find him

after all if the reason for sneaking out was right in his room then he had no reason to go, besides the intimidating amount of work left on his desk after yesterdays excurse

Dia worked concentrated for most of the time, only now and then staring out of the window or talking to you

"Isn't it boring to watch me work? I can work alone, I promise to run away...or else Barbatos might get a heart attack from shock of seeing me gone again" he chuckled while signing another document

you reassured you didn't mind sitting next to him in silence, you had a good book borrowed from Satan, tea and cookies from Barbatos and you could stare at Diavolo all day long

your last statement made Dia flush red quite quickly and he tried to distract himself with his work, he slouched over in his chair trying to escape your gaze, but you were having none of it

your arms snaked around his waist and your head came to lean on his shoulder, Dia stiffened not sure how to react he liked the feeling of you hugging him, but now he was scared to move too much as not to disturb you or accidentally hit you with his elbow while trying to write

after a few more documents his eyes flit over to your face, cheek squished against his shoulder, eyes closed and breathing calmly

"Mc? Are.. are you sleeping?" he is whispering trying not to be too loud in case you are truly sleeping, and that you are! A soft smile graces his lips, nobody was ever this relaxed around him, he is proud and wants you to stay asleep as long as possible

he keeps working until Barbatos knocks on the door, coming in and announcing to have brought more tea, only to stop when he sees the sight in front him, Mc holding onto Dia, head resting on his shoulder and sleeping, while Dia put his finger to his lips to tell him not to be too loud

you sleep for an hour or so until Dia really has to move, apologising multiple times for having to wake you

"I'm glad you're able to relax around me, please continue to be yourself! My shoulder is always there for you to nap!"

Barbatos:

"You liked the cake that much? I'm flattered! I could teach you how to make it if you'd like?"

you had been over for tea at the castle and the chocolate cake with black-as-hell cherries was the best cake you've ever ate, it was bittersweet in taste not too much sweetness and not too much bitterness, paired with the melting chocolate, you could have eaten the whole cake on your own

you doubt you'd be able to get the same ingredients in the human realm but maybe you could find similar ones, so you were more than willing to learn with Barbatos

and so you arranged to meet the next Sunday afternoon for a baking session

Barb let you into the castle already awaiting you at the door even though you were early

you two worked on the cake, Barb explaining each step carefully, even for the easiest steps he takes his time to explain and help you, being very patient with you no matter how much you screw up

"Next we have to melt the chocolate in a pot. Wait a minute I turn on the stove for you" while you put the chocolate pieces into a pot, Barb moves behind you and turns on the stove, his arms brushing your sides, yet he stays fully focused, what can't be said for you

the cake is put together quickly with you two working together and while it bakes in the oven and the chocolate is meting, you two go ahead and start cutting and coring the rest of the cherries to decorate the cake later

"Here have a taste, they're bitter at first but the aftertaste is nicely sweet!" He holds out a cored cherry for you to taste and eats one himself, smiling gently at you while you sniff at the fruit first, which smells exactly like a normal human world cherry

the only thing left to do is wait for the cake so you two sit down for some tea at a small table in the kitchen, talking about the week, when Diavolo calls for Barb and he quickly excuses himself to help the prince out

the sweet aroma of the baking cake, the warmth of the tea and the very comfy chair you're sitting in, are a dangerous combination making you fall asleep

as Barb returns he sees you with your head lying on your folded arms on the table, clearly asleep, Barb decides to eave you there while cleans the kitchen and checks on the cake half an hour later

"Mc? The cake is ready to be decorated do you want sleep or do you want to help me?" somewhat embarrassed you stand up and help him with the decorations , Barb acts if nothing happened but he can't help but think about your gentle expression while you slept

"Next time I'll let you sleep longer... I wouldn't mind if you visited me for your naps if that meant I could see you more often."

Solomon:

learning magic was many things: exciting, frustrating, dangerous, fun...but sometimes it also was unbelievable boring

like when you think about magic, you think about casting charms, curses, making potions and all that stuff, but nobody told you that beforehand you have to learn everything about the new spell or etc in theory!

so here you were sitting with Solomon as he rambled on about how while the shrinking charm could have really bad side effects if casted wrong, sure it was important to know how to cast it correctly but did you really have to listen on to everything that might go wrong?

listening to all this just make you feel less confident, I mean technically you were practicing with a tea cup to shrink, so shrinking only a part of it wouldn't be too bad of a side effect, but what if you used too much pressure and made the cup explode and you'd hurt Solomon in the process?!

You took a deep breath, which made Solomon stop talking as he looked at you questioningly

"Anything wrong? Already giving up? Is it toom much?" his light teasing was meant to make you relax, but all you could do was give a small, stiff smile, signalling for him to continue and he did, after messing up your hair with his hand giving you a huge grin, but he talked slower now giving you more glances to make sure you were still alright

"How about a small break? I'll make us some tea..." he stood up and made some tea...in a beaker over a Bunsen burner..this weirdo..

the tea didn't taste weird though, it was just normal tea, even though the preparation would have made Barbatos get a stroke

after the break he was back to full tutor mode and your concentration slipped with each new word, until your head falls down, your chin resting on your chest comfortably, you had fallen asleep right before him

Solomon notices instantly that you're asleep and starts laughing so loud that you wake up again, he is crying and gasping for breath at your flustered state and you hit for good measurement on the arm

"Am I that boring? Fine if you're tired you can rest on my bed. I'll read you a bedtime spell book..." he doesn't stop laughing and teases you endlessly, you better be on your toes around him, you won't be hearing the end of this

"Hey sleepyhead? Do you want me to read you into boredom? I won't take pictures of your sleeping and drooling self...No promises made though..."

Simeon:

He was staring blankly at his manuscript, writers block had been plaguing him for quite some while now, but the new chapter had to be sent to the company until next week

you had offered to help him out maybe you could give him some ideas, so he invited you over and let you read the latest chapter so you'd know what had happened

you sat in his room brainstorming ideas on a small extra sheet trying your best to help Simeon out who looked quite lost

"Do you think that would work? Doesn't if feel a bit too rushed? But maybe if we combined these two ideas together..." he seemed to had found something and began to roughly write up a plan for his further writings

he continuously asked you questions about the smallest details, it was kind of cute that he relied so much on you, he probably could have done the rest himself as well, yet he kept involving you into the whole process

while his one hand scribbled like a madman, his other rested on your arm occasionally lightly squeezing it, reminding you that he didn't forget about you

you slowly fell asleep, the sounds of each others breathing, the pen scratching over paper and the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the inly sounds to be heard

"What about this part? How do you think it could go from here?...Mc?" he wasted no time in making sure you were lying comfortably, putting his cloak over your form and still squeezing your arm from time to time while he continued to write late into the night

only then did he notice, the brothers might worry about your absence, should he wake and bring you home? or should he let you sleep here and inform Lucifer about your safety? but the sofa you were currently sitting on, would make your back hurt if you continued to sleep here

it took him some time debating with himself, but came to the conclusion to carry you to his bed and tuck you in, giving you a forehead kiss like he was used to with Luke, only to realise what he'd done and quickly scrambling away in embarrassment to give Lucifer a quick call about the situation

"Have sweet dreams my lamb! I'll be guarding you in any realm, even the dream realm!"

Luke:

Luke, Simeon and you were having a small movie evening, watching some old Disney movies

Simeon didn't allow you to watch something else to protect Luke, but you didn't mind too much

you were having some freshly made desserts by Luke who had worked on them the whole day, as he was very excited for your meetup

you watched a few movies, talking, laughing and joking together, just having fun

"Huh? They called the mean cat Lucifer? Hahah how fitting, he kind of even looks like the real Lucifer! Ah, don't tell him that though!" Luke really liked to compare the different characters to the people he knows, but when there actually were a cat called Lucifer he was quite surprised...who would want their cute pet to be called like a demon? Why not call them angel names? Michael is a pretty cool name...

over the time you became more and more tired and Simeon seemed to notice, suggesting on stopping for today and continuing another time, but Luke convinced you two of one more movie

unfortunately you didn't last the final movie and fell asleep cuddled underneath the blanket between Simeon and Luke

Luke took some time to notice, only seeing it when he turned to you wanting to tell you his opinion about the last scene

"Oh! Simeon... Mc fell asleep..." Simeon already knew, as you had fallen onto his shoulder, not that he minded, he just told Luke to stay quiet and watch the rest of the movie

Luke cuddled up to you to keep you warm and occasionally glanced at you to make sure you were okay, and there cuddled next to you he as well fell asleep...trapping Simeon underneath your combined weight, making it impossible for Simeon to get out of the bed, so you three just slept together that night

"Don't worry Mc! I'll keep all demons away from you while you sleep!"

[rendevousz]

niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

-

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

-

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

-

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

-

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

-

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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hello!!can you do a part two of your Yandere!Tommy x Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanons/Fic ?! i loved it!!

It amazes me how this became a fan favourite OVERNIGHT like daaaaamn!

This one is gonna be split into parts around the end, so like what happens if you choose Tubbo/Tommy/Neither/Both

(f/l) = first letter of your name

(N/n) = nickname

(f/f) = Favourite flowers

Eggpire does not exist

ALSO. The last Route (Neither) I wrote is shorter because apparently, Tumblr wants to crash after you surpass 10k words, but I could write a continuation fic of Neither that might turn into another x reader? Just platonic? Not sure. Remember, I will always write a continuation of a fic if ever asked.

TW: Yandere, Explosions, Burns, Scars, Manipulation, Mention of Painkillers and being drowsy on them, brief mention of collapsing

Part one

Yandere!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic Part 2

Tommy was furious to see you spending time with anyone that wasn’t him.

But seeing you having an early morning coffee with Ranboo??? Tubbo’s husband???

He was about to light the damn house on fire he was so pissed! That’s not even exaggerating, he would’ve and had you live with him! Although he wouldn’t let you know he did it.

Poor Ranboo was trembling so bad, genuinely fearing for his canon lives.

You quickly got up and stood in Tommy’s sight, prevent him from glaring at your tall friend, although he still didn’t look happy.

Before anyone could say anything else, Tubbo stormed through the door with his sword in his hand and teeth violently grit together.

“So... You weren’t trying to throw me off by writing about going to see them in your memory book,” Tubbo growled softly at his husband causing Ranboo to desperately pull his memory book closer to his chest, tears brimming his eyes. You could understand why, his best friend went through his memory book without his knowledge and possibly went through his other things in an attempt to figure out what he was doing.

“I guess neither of you are loyal...” Tommy grumbled with a roll of his eyes, causing Tubbo to give him a hard jab in the ribs, “Ow! Bloody hell, mate! I’m just saying both of you are going for them without even breaking up first!”

“It’s platonic!” Both Tubbo and Ranboo stated although Ranboo’s voice came out as a tiny and meek protest, rather than Tubbo’s annoyed growl. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ranboo put his crown back on his head, “I’m-I’m not interested in chasing them, so no... I was just talking to them...” He visibly shrank in on himself as the two boys glared darkly at him, “I... Should go...”

“Hold up.” You pointed at him, making the tall and lanky male stay seated in his spot while you turned back to Tubbo and Tommy, “I know why Ranboo is here. I know why he,” You pointed to Tommy, “Is here. He always kicks down my door early in the morning to do some crazy things. But why are you here?” Moving your finger to point at Tubbo, you noticed his look immediately softened upon you turning your attention towards him.

His cheeks became a light pink and his goat ears fluttered slightly as he put his sword away, “Am I not allowed to visit?” There. There was one of the mood switches and manipulation Ranboo warned you about. “Tommy invited me to L’Manberg, and I heard my beloved platonic husband was in the area as well. Plus Tommy left the door open.”

You blinked a bit, caught off guard by the fact that Tubbo completely brushed over the fact that he was here because he had read Ranboo’s memory book, “Oh, I see... Then shall we all go mining today? We’d be able to get a lot more ores than before!” You smiled, pretending that your two friends didn’t kick down your door and threaten the man who was just trying to protect you.

“With Tubbo and Ranboo?” Tommy growled out in disgust at the thought of you spending time with them, “But (Y/n)! We always go mining on Thursday mornings! It’s our thing. Between just US! Aka, not Tubbo and Ranboo...”

“I- uh, have a meeting with Techno and Phil later today, so I can’t go. Sorry, (Y/n)...” Ranboo murmured, although you could tell by the shakiness of his voice that he wanted nothing more than to run and hide in his panic room.

“I’d love to go!” Tubbo chirped softly, ignoring the audible noise of disgust and annoyance that Tommy made, “Let me just get my stuff from my enderchest.” He walked over to your enderchest and opened it. You didn’t mind too much as you gave everyone full permission to make themselves at home in your house, but you were just a bit shaken up at the moment.

Ranboo quickly got up and scurried out the door, giving you an odd look as he passed by. He looked... Guilty, but his smile was sad and soft, but seemingly affectionate. You knew he would help if these two were scaring you too much.

The two boys brought you to an unpopular mine in the DreamSMP that was filled to the brim with ores.

They were quick to take down any and all mobs that came within any sort of distance to you, recklessly charging without a second thought in attempts to protect you.

While there was intense amounts of fear and tension circling through your veins because of this morning, you did quickly grow to have fun with the banter between these two.

Even Tommy and Tubbo were having fun bickering, almost seeming to forget the fact that they were in a war with each other. Almost.

The constant fluttering of their hearts and warmth on their cheeks was an easy reminder of what they were fighting for.

Every single ore, gemstone and pretty rock that you looked at, the boys would immediately pick up and put in their bags so you didn’t have to carry it.

When Tommy began to whine about being hungry, you wanted to go back to the surface to eat the food you had packed, but they both thought that was too far.

So, you suggested sitting down in the abandoned mineshaft you had discovered.

“Ooh!” Tubbo squeaked, his ears wiggling as he turned the corner of the mineshaft, “There’s a ravine over here! Let’s eat by the light of the lava so we don’t waste all our torches!”

“Finally! I’m starving!” Tommy tossed his ore-filled bag off of his shoulder and set it against the wall. Once you spread out the thick blanket you had brought on the ground, he plopped himself down and set down his shield and sword, “What do you have for food today, Big/Little (F/l)?”

You hummed as Tubbo sat himself down on the other side of you with a yawn, likely not used to getting up early, “I have... Sandwiches, some fruit slices, berries, y’know, the usual. You tired, Tubbo?” Glancing over at the brunet, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the long sleeve of his brown and yellow striped sweater that you had made him when he first travelled to Snowchester.

“Little bit, yeah. Can I lay against you? Just for a little bit?” He asked softly as you handed Tommy a sandwich, which he practically inhaled in seconds. Once you gave a nod of approval, the smaller boy laid down and curled up with his head against your lap.

Tommy grumbled in annoyance and without thinking much, laid down as well with his head against your leg too. When you gave him a small questioning look as this was highly out character for him, but he simply just mumbled about how you were definitely more comfortable than the rocks.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, unconsciously playing with their hair as you glanced around the stone walls for any untouched ores, but by now both boys were asleep and you didn’t feel like waking them up. Taking your time, you began to consider your situation now that you knew both boys were smitten with you and practically willing to hurt anyone who came in contact with you.

Tubbo’s mood switches scared you, a lot, and you were worried that him being the nice and blushing boy you had met a few years ago was nothing but an act and that all the gifts were an attempt to lure you in or distract you from his violent tendencies. You had watched him walk into your house, eyes blank and filled with rage towards his platonic soulmate for talking to you without his knowledge, and you were worried that soon that rage would be directed at you for doing something he didn’t like.

Tommy’s violent tendencies were just as scary though, so he wasn’t in the clear in your eyes either. While he did shape up a lot from when you first met, he still had a tendency to bark insults at you and hurt your feelings, which you hope is unintentional. He also often tried to threaten people and keep them away from you, like Eret or Niki who got yelled at and a tad bit injured after they had given you gifts or offered to bring you somewhere cool... They didn’t really spend time with you anymore after that... You missed them and didn’t want the same thing to happen to Ranboo.

But, this couldn’t go on forever. You couldn’t just run... and you knew very well that rejecting either of the two would cause the other to lash out severely, to the point where the one you chose, you, and your friends were in major trouble. It’s not like you could choose both right? ...Right? Then again... Choosing both would potentially cause tension to stir up again between the two best friends.

Your train of thought was violently derailed when you heard a hard thud a few meters in front of you. With a small gasp, you looked up and saw a creature of varying different shades of green slowly looking around before a few more thuds followed behind it. Before you could even think of waking the two boys, the green creature began to run at you quickly with its four legs.

A creeper.

A terrified cry left your lips and suddenly the weight on your lap vanished. Now awake, Tommy immediately grabbed his shield and used it alongside his body weight to slam into the creeper backwards into a small horde of zombies that had dropped down with it. “Get up you dumbass! Are you tryin’ to die?!” The blond yelled at you as Tubbo, who had also sprung up at the sound of your fear, began firing arrows at the group of mobs.

Once you got over your shock, you grabbed your axe and shield before quickly jumping to your feet and charging into battle. The zombie you had chosen to fight gurgled and swiped and gnashed its teeth together at you as you used your shield to block its hits. Backing up a few steps, you slashed your axe at the undead mob and took out its bottom jaw with the black blade, gleaming with an enchantment that set the creature on fire. The smell of burning rotten flesh caused you to gag and scrunch up your nose before you used your shield to shove it into the pit of lava at the bottom of the ravine.

Laughing softly in triumph, you turn around to help Tubbo and Tommy, only to let out another gasp of shock as you saw the very creeper that had been shoved away earlier had now returned with a vengeance. And it was mere inches away from your face.

There wasn’t much you could do except barely raise your shield in time to block a good majority of the explosion from damaging your body, launching chunks of stone outwards and off the edge of the ravine. 

And you as well.

“(Y/n)!!!” Tubbo’s voice echoed through the stone cavern as you felt yourself get launched backwards before beginning to fall, gravity quickly beginning to grasp onto you and drag you down towards the lava below.

Reaching out, to grab onto anything that would stop you from falling, but to no avail. Your mind barely registered Tommy and Tubbo running towards you before you shut your eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever or whoever to save you.

Then you stopped dead in the air, something wrapped around your arms and hands.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to see the human and a goat hybrid that had been laying with their heads in your lap just minutes ago, were now desperately grasping one arm each, preventing you from falling to the end of one of your canon lives. Both of their blue eyes were filled with tears that were dripping down their faces and hitting the molten rock at the bottom of the ravine as they struggled to pull you up.

Once you felt the solid ground below you, you finally managed to take a few breaths to calm yourself down as you felt tight arms wrap around you on either side, barely able to comprehend the sobs of terror from your savours. The dull burning and throbbing pain on your cheek were enough to bring you down to reality and carefully wrap your arms around the two wailing teens as they desperately clung to you, almost as if you were going to vanish right below their fingertips.

Tommy was the first to gather himself and pull himself away from your good shoulder and rub his eyes free of tears to look at the new injuries covering your body and your busted armour, “F-fuck... We’re gonna have to get you to Phil to get those burns patched up...” He sniffled, trying to act like he wasn’t just bawling his eyes out over you nearly losing a canon life. For once, he didn’t seem to mind Tubbo clinging onto you and wailing into your side as you pet his hair, trying to calm him down. 

Tubbo refused to let go of you for the next hour as you travelled out of the mine, his arms desperately wrapped around your waist/shoulders. (Depending on your height)

Tommy also held onto your non-burnt hand, that once held your shield, as he carried yours and his bag, leading you both back the way you came

If another mob came out to fight, it was almost a guarantee that one of them would run forward and the other would lightly push you into a corner, then proceed to block you from view via a shield and their body,

Even if you thought that you were in a decent enough condition to fight, the one shielding you would only look at you sadly and shake their head, saying something about the explosion burns along your (s/t) skin.

Once you had gotten out of the mine, it was around 6pm, and the sun was going down, but luckily Tommy had sent a message to Philza, his father, about the situation, so he was prepared and already at Tommy’s house, which was the closest to the mine.

It wasn’t a long walk, but god you were so exhausted..

It got to the point where Tommy and Tubbo were on either side of you, preventing you from collapsing before you got to the home.

Let’s just say, when they opened the door, Philza was already there and immediately panicked upon seeing the injuries covering the one side of you and the state of your armour. (No you were not wearing the god armour Tubbo gave you.)

One of your cheeks and lower jaw were burnt and bleeding, along with your dominant arm and leg that weren’t behind the shield when the explosion went off.

Tommy Route - Mellohi

Because your home still being near L’Manberg and the Prime Path (In this route), it was easier for Tommy to check up on you while you were healing from your injuries.

While you were bedridden, Tommy was a lot, a lot, quieter when he came into your house, never sure whether or not you were sleeping.

If you weren’t, he would eagerly show you something he found, tell you some drama he heard around the area, or tell you about his day. Or just play Mellohi on constant repeat.

If you were asleep, he would silently walk over and check on your bandages or potion supply, (updating Phil if you were low or bleeding from moving too much), or even sit beside you for a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t just stop breathing out of nowhere.

To say he was scared your entire recovery process would be an understatement.

He would rarely let anyone but Phil check on you, definitely nearly blowing his nerve when Ranboo or Tubbo would walk into your house.

If it was Ranboo, we would definitely get picked up and thrown,

If it was Tubbo, he would try and push him out because he knew that threats wouldn’t work on him.

In the situation that he did push Tubbo out, Tommy would immediately lock the door and stay in there for the next few days

For the more likely situation, because we all know how stubborn that goat is, and he wasn’t able to push Tubbo out, Tommy would subtly put a few drops of the sleeping potion Phil made you, into your drink.

When you began to doze off, Tommy would mention it to Tubbo in the most serious voice he could muster. It always worked, because Tubbo wanted what was best for your health.

The absolute minute that Philza deems you stable enough to get off of bed rest, Tommy is by your side in seconds and trying to encourage you to stand up.

When you do get the nerve to try and stand again, he would immediately be holding your good arm, preventing you from falling if your bad leg suddenly gave out.

In the case that you do collapse from your injuries, he would at first be extremely panicked, but then he’d start calling you insulting names and calling you an idiot.

He would bring you on walks all around the DreamSMP to get you used to walking again but would have no problems sitting down again.

That’s a lie.

He would complain a little bit, but if he saw you were genuinely in a lot of pain, he would just shut up and awkwardly ask what he could do.

If you needed anything for pain, he would straight up run to your home and get it, if they already didn’t have it.

The fact that you’re spending so much time with Tommy absolutely infuriates Tubbo, and he tries to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him.

But then Ranboo tells him that you can barely walk down the Prime Path without wanting to cry from the pain of the burns, and he offers to move back to L’Manberg. Or at least what’s left of it.

This sparks an argument between Ranboo and Tubbo almost immediately, but you’re much too tired to try and stop it, instead quietly asking Tommy if he can help go back to your home or to get them out so you could sleep.

He would be glad to.

Like he would do it, with an absolute goofy smile on his face because he basically gets your permission to have your attention all to himself!

When you’re all healed, your relationship between you and Tommy has practically tripled from what it was.

You’re much closer to him than he was to Tubbo, to the point where he has told you everything.

Even about his exile...

Because of your closeness to him, he somehow got even more protective but also calmed down his threats.

Like, now you could talk to Niki and Eret again, but you were not allowed to leave your house at night alone, especially after mobs have spawned.

Hell sometimes if he’s really paranoid, he’ll go to your house and spend the night just to make sure mobs don’t bang on your door or ruin anything.

He straight up took the time out of his life to fence the property around your house off and fill it with torches so things didn’t spawn in.

Sure he’ll call you slightly insulting names, but he makes sure that they wouldn’t be too painful for you before saying them aloud.

Tubbo still tries to be nice and manipulative, which Ranboo tries to stop, but it’s pretty much worthless at this point.

He’s lost.

He knows it, Ranboo knows it, and Tommy damn well brags about it.

Tubbo does end up crying to you quite a bit about it, but you can understand, he’s heartbroken at this point and can’t do anything about it. Tommy and you know about his manipulation tactics, he couldn’t take Tommy’s last life because it would show up on your communicator, and then you would never love him!

Unfortunately, this does cause him to lash out at Ranboo quite a lot which led to their third divorce. Although this one seems quite a bit more permanent, you never know. (Ranboo took Michael)

One evening, Tommy invited you out of the house oddly enough. Even though mobs would be spawning soon? It greatly confused you.

He even asked you to wear nicer clothing? Like a tux or a dress? Either one or both worked in his eyes.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to fight mobs in a fancy outfit, but you trusted him.

“Tommy?” You asked, opening the door as you smoothed out your clothing with your hands and adjusted your hair a tad bit to your liking. It was shocking to see the tall blond nicely cleaned up and wearing a suit, but it was quite a welcome sight!

He nervously adjusted his red tie before holding out a bouquet of perfect (f/f), and cleared his throat, “You... Uh... Clean up nice. I- uh... No- wait... What did Sam say again?” He murmured to himself, “Ah fuck it... You look nice, (Y/n).”

You chuckled as your cheeks flushed a light pink, happily taking the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, “I’ll put these in a vase and then we can go where you wanna bring me.” With a smile, you quickly placed the flowers in a glass vase filled with water before going back out with Tommy.

“Sh-shall we? Is that a common phrase to say?” He asked as he held out his arm for you to link with his, a habit he picked up from walking you around while you were healing.

“I suppose we shall. Calm down Tommy, no need to be all fancy and stuff around me.” You chirped with a small smiled as you took his arm, linking it with his, “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery?”

Tomathy visibly relaxed once you told him he didn’t have to be all professional and fancy, beginning to lead you down the Prime Path, “It’s a secret! I worked hard on it too! So you better be grateful or I’ll kick your ass.” He jokingly threatened, smiling a bit as you laughed at his typical attitude.

He led you down the wooden path, the two of you joking the entire way with a goofy smile across your faces. Tommy then took a sudden turn onto a newly made pathway and lead you down it, never answering any questions about it the entire way, even when the buildings turned into a forest. The pathway was lined with fences, and the trees were filled with small hanging lanterns, not only preventing mobs from spawning but also creating a beautiful fairy forest effect.

Seeing your look of awe, he gave a small sheepish laugh, “You like it? Puffy and Sam helped me out with it for the past few days, but this was my idea! And this isn’t even the best part!” He grinned widely before quickly pulling you along again.

The walk wasn’t very long, but it was extremely beautiful. Eventually, he brought you up to a large hill with a massive oak tree where a beautiful picnic was set up, surrounded by lantern light. Even with the lanterns, you were still able to get a clear view of the starry sky above without a single cloud in sight! “Oh my god... Tommy... This is incredible...”

“Innit? Puffy helped me make all the food, but this was my idea. Unless you don’t like it. Then it was Puffy’s idea.” He joked in an attempt to hide his nervousness as he went to ruffle his hair, but then remembered that he had spent a few hours taming it down, so he decided against it.

“I love it! This is so beautiful!” You looked up at him with a bright and happy smile, making him return it with a soft smile of his own, “Come on, oh! There’s a jukebox!” You eagerly pulled him over to the blanket and sat down, taking a look at all the food that had been set out.

The tall male happily took a disc, Mellohi to be precise, out of the enderchest that had been set beside the jukebox, neatly placing it in and pressing the button to make the music play before he sat down beside you. The two of you began to eat the meal that he helped make, joking, laughing and smiling the entire time, having the time of your life. You leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him as you gently held his hand, making him realize even more how important you were to him.

Mellohi, the same song he lost his friend to, was the same song he was listening to while gaining a new important person in his life. You.

The entire night went on with you two eventually falling asleep at the top of the hill, completely unaware of the brown-haired male leaning against a tree. He desperately grasped his shirt where his heart was as tears poured down his shirt.

Tubbo always liked Cat more than Mellohi...

=

Tubbo Route - Don’t Let Me Fall

Tubbo was so so glad that he had managed to convince (manipulate) you to live in Snowchester when he did. (In this route)

Somehow managed to convince you to live in the mansion, although it was probably done when you were drowsy on the pain killer potion Phil gave you.

This man would completely ignore his own country to make sure you were well taken care of. Like Ranboo literally had to step into power and start working on things and taking care of Michael.

Speaking of the baby zombie piglin, because you were now bedridden and bored out of your mind, Tubbo frequently brought the child in if Ranboo absolutely demanded that he take over for a bit.

The baby absolutely adored you! The injuries on your body reminded you of the ones he got when he travelled to the overworld, so he didn’t feel alone.

Unfortunately because of your constant pain and drowsiness, Tubbo thought it was best that he stayed in his room. Or maybe that was because he didn’t want him getting close to you too?

It was actually extremely rare for Tubbo to let anyone in to visit you. He actually even got incredibly annoyed when even Phil would come over to restock the potions for you or make sure your wounds were healing.

On a normal day, if you were awake, Tubbo would be blabbering on about some story without a care whether or not you were listening. He would most likely be acting the story out as if it were a play, determined to provide you with as much entertainment by himself as he could.

If you were sleeping, he would also be sleeping, although on a few chairs pushed together in your room. There’s a rare time where he will stay up and watch you to make sure you’re breathing still, but that’s only if he’s really scared and paranoid.

Tommy absolutely REFUSES to even look at Snowchester, so you never really got a chance to thank him for saving you. 

Although... Tubbo very actively tries to convince you that Tommy didn’t even come to help you when you had fallen and that you had been in shock so that’s why you didn’t remember correctly.

At first, you didn’t believe him, but eventually, with constant repetition, you slowly saw it as the truth. You genuinely began to believe that Tommy hadn’t pulled you up and that it was only Tubbo that did.

After quite a few weeks, Phil told Tubbo that you could finally get out of bed, but Tubbo asked him if he was 100% sure MANY times.

The goat hybrid actually didn’t want you to get out of bed and start walking again, worried that you get up would leave him, so he wasn’t going to tell you.

But Ranboo was the one who told you.

This led to quite a violent argument between Ranboo and Tubbo, but there was nothing Tubbo could do since you already knew the information he tried to keep from you.

Tubbo started ignoring you, so Ranboo was the one to try and get you used to walking around again, but this lead to the shorter male getting extremely jealous and helping you instead.

He frequently walks you around Snowchester on a strict set schedule, when he knows no one will be out and no mobs will be spawning.

One time, he didn’t expect Tommy to be walking around the snowy forests when he was walking with you, holding your hand to make sure you didn’t lose your balance. At least that’s what he told you.

Tommy looked... Empty, when he saw you both walking together. But his eyes darkened a bit when his blue eyes landed on your hands twinned together.

Tubbo looked a little hostile in your eyes, but he simply just gave Tommy a sharp smile before trying to pull you along as if he didn’t notice the tears beginning to pool in his ex-best friend’s eyes.

Tommy knew he lost right then and there, so he decided to say fuck it and start screaming degrading names at the two of you, catching you greatly off guard, hurting you badly enough to the point where your feelings were more than a little hurt.

When the founder of Snowchester realized that the blond hurt your feelings, he was quick to lash out back at the other man in your defence, but by then you were already walking away, back to the manor.

It took about ten minutes for him to realize that you went back to the mansion, but when he did, he sprinted through the door in an absolute panic before practically pouncing on you the second his eyes caught sight of you.

He protectively wrapped himself around you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you quietly rested your head against his shoulder.

After that, You and Tubbo became a lot closer emotionally. To the point where he called you his platonic wife jokingly, although you both knew he didn’t want to add platonic at the beginning.

He began to tell you about everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war.

When he noticed that you were genuinely beginning to care about him, his manipulation and jealousy actually began to calm down quite a lot.

You could actually spend time with Michael and Ranboo without anyone getting yelled at by Tubbo and causing him to get ridiculously jealous.

He began to take over his job as the founder of Snowchester, now actually trusting Ranboo to keep you company and even letting him take you outside during the day. But he refused to let you out during the night.

He’s just worried about mobs. Creepers especially.

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

Tommy does often try and talk to you when Tubbo isn’t around, but both you and Ranboo try and put a stop to it as quickly as possible,

He’s lost.

He hurt you, and Ranboo couldn’t help but miss how Tubbo used to be, so if keeping Tommy away from you makes Tubbo act normal, he will damn well make sure that Tommy stays countries away from you.

This does cause Wilbur’s younger brother to break down a little bit, which you can genuinely understand, even if you hold a grudge against him for not saving you and yelling at you, you knew he did have feelings for you at one point even if he refused to admit it.

Unfortunately, this does cause quite a bit of pranks and explosions to stir up around Snowchester and the L’Manberg crater, but they stop within a few weeks. Tommy probably got scolded by either Sam, Phil or Puffy,

One morning, Tubbo invited you to spend a day outside of the mansion with him after a heavy snowfall.

He spent almost all morning outside, doing something he refused to tell you about, and when he came in to wake you up, his face was already cherry red from the cold.

How could he even want to go back into the freezing cold without any sort of warm drink or even sitting in front of the fire for a bit!?

“How are you so... Full of energy?” You murmured from behind the bathroom door as you got changed into your warmer clothing for when you do go outside. The door was cracked open a small bit so you could hear Tubbo rambling on and on about how he had a great surprise for you.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He was obviously grinning with excitement. When you walked out of the bathroom in your thick clothing and jacket, he bounced up from his spot on the edge of your bed, “Finally! Let’s go! Hurry, before it snows or gets warmer.”

You only nodded curiously and he grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you out of your room and down the large stairs that lead towards the door. He pushed the large doors open with a bit of difficulty due to the snow piled up, but with your help, you both managed to slip out the door. Tubbo happily grabbed your hand again and began leading you down towards the docks where the water was covered with a thick sheet of ice, “Oh it must’ve got really cold last night... What are you showing me?”

“Over here!” He pulled you over to a large half-sphere made out of snow. He led you over to a hole in the side of it before dropping down to his knees and crawling through the entrance, “Come on!”

Blinking in surprise, you hesitantly followed him inside of the handmade snow building and gave a small gasp of glee as you saw that it was an igloo! The inside had a few blankets on the ground, preventing you from sitting on the icy snow-covered ground, there were a few lanterns placed on small snow hills preventing the small room from being dark, plus there was a small basket of what looked like two thermoses and a bit of food, “Tubbo! Did you build this?”

“I did! I also spent last night building it too!” He grinned widely, his ears wiggling with glee, “But this isn’t even the best part! Check over here!” The brunet shuffled over to another basket before pulling out a pair of white boots with silver blades bolted to the bottoms.

“Ice skates?” You tilted your head a bit as you crawled over and pulled out the pair that looked to be your size, “But I can’t skate...”/”How did you even know I could skate?”

Tubbo only turned his happy grin towards you, “I’ll show you how! Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall!”/”You briefly mentioned that you missed skating once or twice when you were all dopey on painkillers a few months ago!” He pulled out his pair of skates and began to take off his boots. (After getting his skates on he helped you with yours if you didn’t know how to lace them up.)

Once your new footwear was all tied up, he helped you up and carefully lead you outside with his arms tightly wrapped around you to help you keep your balance. (Even if you did know how to skate, he was still worried about you falling.) Tubbo carefully led you towards the ice and helped you stand up straight on the frozen water, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“See?” He smiled softly and held your hands tightly as he began to skate backwards, pulling you along with him until you slowly got a hold of what you were doing. “You (still) got it!”

You two slid and slipped around on the ice, laughing, smiling and spinning around with the other, but suddenly out of nowhere, your blade got caught in a groove of the ice that likely got chipped out when you two were skating around. With a small cry, you felt your legs slip out from under you and you immediately shut your eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact as a result of gravity.

Thankfully, two arms wrapped around your frame before you hit the ground. You slowly cracked open your eyes and saw your best friend holding you tightly against him. Your (e/c) eyes stared into his blue ones for a few moments before your face broke into a smile. “You caught me...”

“I would never let you fall...”

There two of you continued to skate around, having fun in the other's presence, completely unaware of the blond hidden behind a snowbank with his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and tears beginning to freeze to his reddened cheeks.

Tommy often found himself wishing he had let you fall...

=

Tommy & Tubbo Route - Rhythm of the Storm

Because your original housing was set between Snowchester and the Prime Path, it was surprisingly an equal distance between Tubbo’s mansion and Tommy’s house.

In the beginning, Tommy would go to your house first in the mornings, then leave around noon when Tubbo would come, but the constant social interaction left you always sleeping through either one of their visits.

It got to the point where you asked both of them to come by at the same time so you could talk with them both at the same time.

This caught them both off guard that you wanted both of their attention at the same time, but then only began to see benefits from them meeting with you together.

Now you weren’t out cold during the mornings when Tommy opened the door, and now you weren’t asleep by 2pm when Tubbo was over. Plus they could both take care of you at the same time!

There were a few times when either of the boys’ yandere tendencies peaked out, but you or the other would scold them out of it. Or Tommy would give Tubbo a small smack upside the head which would make him scream dramatically like a baby goat.

While they did take your injuries relatively seriously, they also were joking with you and cheered you up with their antics, preventing you from falling into a depression from staying inside all day and every day.

On a normal day, if you were awake and had more energy than normal, Tommy would be telling you incredible stories of his travels and Tubbo would be either making food or potions. Tommy isn’t allowed near the brewing stands or the stove anymore if you’re wondering.

On a bad day, if you barely had any energy and could barely stay awake, the two boys would be much quieter and let you sleep. On those days, they would ask Phil if you were actually okay, or they would go back to their respective homes.

If your burns are causing you immense amounts of pain one day, Tommy will refuse to even be in the same room as you and will genuinely beg Tubbo, Ranboo or Philza to stop your pain. Even if he doesn’t like others being around you, he’s beginning to accept Tubbo’s care towards you but he’s still wary about his father and Tubbo’s husband.

Speaking of, Ranboo and Michael had seemingly disappeared from Snowchester, but Phil assured you that they were both in the Tundra, (And to keep it a secret from Tubbo.)

On Phil’s latest visit, he told you that you could get up and out of bed without irritating the burns on your legs, although you might have trouble at first.

Upon hearing the news, Tubbo and Tommy were at your sides in seconds, asking if you wanted to get up and encouraging you to try. If you didn’t want to, they (mostly Tubbo) would understand about it and leave you to sit on the fact for a bit.

If you did, Tubbo would be at your injured side to make sure your bandages stayed together when you got up, while Tommy would be on your good side and mostly holding you up if your balance was bad enough.

Tubbo wanted to help you walk around at night, just in case you were self-conscious of your burns, but Tommy was too worried about any sort of mob approaching you. While they knew they could protect you, they just didn’t want to take any risks.

Tubbo will burst out crying after he hears an explosion, meanwhile, Tommy will freeze completely still. Which is also what happened during the mining incident that caused you to get injured, which is why Tubbo was the one to scream and continue to cry long after they had saved you.

Because of this, they don’t want to face a creeper with you around to see them panic and be in danger while they struggled to get themselves together.

When you’re out walking around, Tubbo is extremely patient and Tommy at least tries to hold his complaints. 

If someone even looks at you wrong, they’ll have an angry raccoon boy yelling threats at them and Tubbo drawing his sword. They usually run with their tails between their legs afterwards.

If you collapsed on the walk from the pain, the amount of panic that would happen would be enough to have every single parental figure in the SMP running to help you. Luckily when it did happen, Badboyhalo was there and was strong enough to carry you without irritating your burns, and even gave a few pointers on how to help with burns. He had to raise Sapnap. He would know.

When you woke up at your home, you saw Tubbo and Tommy actually having a civil conversation with the large 9ft demon rather than threatening him to get away from you. That could've been because he was a demon though. But you were still proud!

You guessed that they still thought you were asleep when Bad left because you heard them murmuring and trying to keep quiet as they most likely made lunch.

Because of their conversation with Bad, and proving to you that they can actually behave themselves, you began to realize that their Yandere tendencies were calming down a lot. Meaning you weren't scared of them that much anymore, and you were beginning to accept their feelings towards you.

Unfortunately... You couldn't pick between them... And didn't know how open they would be to polyamory, but seeing as they weren't ripping each other's throats out, maybe their reactions wouldn't be too terrible?

Tubbo began to tell you about everything that bothered him, currently and formerly, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war, or the nukes disappearing and his worry about whether or not Tommy cares about him.

Tommy also began to open up as well. Telling you about his brothers and father, his exile, his fear that Tubbo doesn't care about him anymore, and his third canon death.

After the two began to open up more, you began to realize they weren't being as clingy and desperate for your attention, most likely now trusting you to spend time with people other than them.

Maybe because they were catching on to you slowly beginning to return their feelings...

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

A few weeks after your body became completely healed, the two boys spent a few days away from you, which you were curious about but never really commented on it.

One day when they both arrived at your house at their usual time, they were dressed up for an adventure and their bags were filled with everything that anyone would need.

They eagerly pulled you out of bed at some ungodly hour in the morning, although Tubbo thankfully had breakfast (and coffee) ready which you ate before going to get dressed into appropriate clothing and your god armour that Tubbo made, that was equipped with a new god sword that Tommy made you!

This was your first adventure since the explosion in the mine, and you damn well wanted to have fun.

"Okay, okay! Damn, Big Man, calm down!" You groaned as you threw the bag over your shoulders and tightened the straps accordingly. Once you tied up the laces on your boots, you straightened up and without fail, you felt both of your hands being grabbed before you got dragged out the door.

"We've been planning this for a few days! Nothing will stop us now!" Tubbo cheered, hopping along beside you as he held your scarred hand, "We have everything we could ever need for the next week!"

Your surprised reaction was ignored as Tommy continued dragging you down the Prime Path with a map in his free hand, "A whole week? That's quite a long adventure! Are you sure we'll be able to handle it?"

"Relax (N/n)! We were both raised by Philza Minecraft! Y'know, Survivalist extraordinaire? We know how to ration, build a shelter if needed, and everything in between!" Tubbo gave you a wide and cheesy grin as he spoke about the man who raised him, despite not actually being related to him. (Dadschlatt AU if you're wondering)

The three of you ventured off through many acres of forests and other biomes, holding hands and chatting away the entire time. Tommy let it slip that you were going to find buried treasure and maybe a woodland mansion if you were feeling brave enough, which is why he was always holding the map.

"Tommy, (Y/n)! Look!" Tubbo squeaked out happily as he saw a field of dozens of different flowers with bees hurriedly buzzing about to pollinate the plants around. The sight of the yellow and black bugs caused Tubbo to make happy little bleating sounds as his ears wiggled.

You and Tommy exchanged glances with a small smile, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to pull the hybrid away from them. "I suppose it is about time for a break..." You murmured as you were dragged off by the smaller brunet, thus pulling Tommy along as well.

The three of you sat down in the flower field, placing out a blanket to prevent yourselves from getting covered in dirt, despite knowing that it'll happen anyway. You set out the food Tubbo had packed while the two teenage boys ran around, having fun and, well just being teenagers.

Yes, Tommy got chased by bees.

Tubbo made you, himself and Tommy a flower crown, which you proudly wore, but Tommy was a bit more hesitant which you eventually made him get over by giving him a begging look. Yours was a bunch of (f/f) varying with colours, Tubbo's was a variety of yellows and white flowers, while Tommy's was mostly red and white.

While you three enjoyed your small picnic, you were all completely unaware of the fleeting bees, closing flowers and scattering animals. It was only when Tubbo's ears began to flick oddly did he lift his head, "I think there's a storm quickly approaching..."

You lifted your head and rose your arm to block the sun from your eyes to look at the quickly darkening clouds, "Oh damn, yeah we gotta go find shelter. Like now." You hurriedly grabbed your bag and began shoving the foot containers in it while Tommy and Tubbo packed everything else up too.

Despite your best efforts, you three quickly got caught in the downpour of rain and became absolutely drenched in rain by the time you found a small and shallow cave to hide in. "Aw fuck... Absolutely perfect! Sam said it wasn't gonna rain todaaaaay!" Tommy whined dramatically as he slumped against the stone wall.

You sighed and began pulling out the blanket again, knowing very well that you'd all be here for a while. When Tommy stopped whining about how he thought it was gonna be perfect weather, he helped Tubbo with starting a fire so you could all dry your sweaters that you had been wearing.

The two boys plopped down on the blanket on either side of you, Tommy hiding his head on your shoulder while Tubbo was curled up with his head against your lap, (After asking for permission of course) trying their best to drown out the sound of the sounds of the booming thunder.

After a few moments, you used the consistent pattern in the rain to keep beat before beginning to hum a soft tune while you ran your fingers through their damp hair.

Slowly, Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep, leaning against you while you hummed along to the rhythm of the storm...

=

Neither Route - Left the Game

Your house was quite out of the way from the Prime Path and Snowchester, in fact, quite possibly even closer to the Tundra. (In this route.)

Meaning that you were pretty far out of the way from everyone except for Ranboo, Phil and Techno. Which prevented both Tubbo and Tommy from coming around often, meaning Ranboo and Phil had to help you with a lot.

You felt bad because you didn't know either of them too, too well, but at least you knew you would definitely be getting better.

Ranboo actually had no problem helping you with your injuries, although he had to carefully write down what he gave you and when.

During your road to recovery, Ranboo and Tubbo's relationship became incredibly worse as the goat hybrid became even more manipulative and violent.

You became a personal therapist and babysitter for him and Michael, in return for him helping take care of you.

Speaking of Michael, the reason Ranboo hadn't joined you on the mining trip was because Phil had finished making a potion that would allow Michael to survive in the Tundra.

Tubbo and Tommy's violent habits had quickly doubled over the time when they couldn't see you, but luckily for you, the one time they did try to visit, Techno had come with Phil to meet you.

They ran out immediately.

Yes, Techno asked you about how you felt about anarchy.

Whether or not you joined the Syndicate is up to you.

Ranboo then told Techno and Phil about how Tubbo and Tommy were obsessed with you, and that your life was possibly in danger.

Technoblade only said that he had no way to help you, but Philza's fatherly instincts kicked in and he wanted to protect you both from the two boys he raised.

Once you got all healed up your burns scarred over, Phil and Ranboo already had an idea of how to keep you both and Michael safe.

It was highly risky and would leave you with only one life until you come back to the DreamSMP.

Phil was going to give you access to his Hardcore server.

Both you and Ranboo had a long and serious talk about it, but then remembered he was literally rich. He had dozens of totems!

Techno made you three totem pendants for you to wear around your necks, so you wouldn't always have to hold the totems.

(Philza asked his wife, Kristen the Goddess of Void and Death, to keep an extra close eye on you three and make sure if any of you do die, it's incredibly quick and painless.)

Standing in front of Phil, your bags filled with everything you would need to survive in the hardcore world, you watched as the centuries-old avian scanned you three up and down.

"I'll ask you both one final time." He sighed after he deemed all of your equipment and armour worthy. The blond fatherly figure stood in front of you and Ranboo as you held Michael with a glowing green orb in his hand, "Are you sure? There are no respawns when you run out of totems."

"Yes. It'll be much safer than the DreamSMP..." Ranboo murmured quietly, quickly scrawling as much as he could fit into his memory book before he forgot anything, "Even if it isn't permanent... We just need to run."

When Phil turned to you, you couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Yeah," You murmured, shifting the young piglin child on your hip, "I'm sure. Thanks again Philza... We really needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't find us..."

"I'll check up on you both once a week. Remember, travelling through servers will disorient you for quite a while and you quite probably won't understand where you are at first-"

"(Y/n)!!!" An angry yell came from the forest, and you turned your head just in time to see Tommy and Tubbo running in your direction.

You and Ranboo hurriedly whipped your head to face Phil again, but he seemed to have caught on before you both as there was a portal swirling with greens and golds beside him, "Go! Now! I'll see you both tomorrow! Remember, you can take anything you need to increase the chances of your survival!"

Ranboo got over his shock much quicker than you did because he grabbed your arm and leapt through the portal, bringing you and Michael along.

Ranboo Beloved left the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) left the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved left the game.

[leviachansbaka]

Brothers reacting to an MC with a strong, serious, and scary father figure/sibling.

↬ Lucifer

He’s Lucifer, he doesn’t feel intimidated at all. Just wants to get to know your family member and check if they are treating you well;

In fact, your family member is probably the one getting scared even though Lucifer is being nice to them;

Lucifer notices that and tries to be a little bit less serious, talking about how much you’ve helped him with his work and taking care of his brothers (he doesn’t get too much into details about his job though);

He impresses them without really trying and gives a soft smile when you say they liked him. May send them an expensive human wine as a gift.

↬ Mammon

Once Mammon sees your family member for the first time, he freezes and his mind starts panicking;

Tries to look serious but it’s pretty clear he’s nervous. He can’t stop sweating and keeps blaming the weather (doesn’t matter if it’s winter, autumn, or whatever);

Speaks to them in a very respectful manner (the poor demon is trying his best to make them think the Great Mammon is a good match for you);

Avoids being close to you while your family member is around. If you touch him, he’ll get completely stiff (dude is panicking, what if your family member sees that and picks a fight with him?);

Tries to impress them by showing photos of the expensive things he bought for you and is planning to buy.

↬ Leviathan

Can’t stop blushing nor look your family member in the eyes. Will try hiding even if it’s behind a tree that’s smaller than him;

He’s stiff, inner screaming throughout the whole meeting and if your family member stares at him, Leviathan will start trembling. He’s afraid they’ll disapprove of your relationship;

Or worse… What if they make you realize he’s not “good enough for you” and everyone starts making fun of him? Anxiety is getting the best of his mind and he can’t stop imaging worst-case scenarios;

Will calm down if you hold his hand or hug him. Talking about anime will make him forget your family member for a moment;

Leviathan wants them to like him but doesn’t know how. If he’s feeling brave, will try to impress them by showing his gamer knowledge.

↬ Satan

Satan seems calm on the outside, but you can tell he’s nervous. If you tease him about it, he’ll blush a little while trying to hide;

Wants them to approve your relationship with him, so he prepared himself by reading several books about families, relationships, psychology, and economy;

He gets a little nervous when seeing them for the first time. May stutter a little at first;

Tries his best to maintain an open body language and pay attention to theirs. Wants to impress them by showing how knowledgeable he’s regarding human topics;

Satan will get shy if you hug him in front of them and won’t know how to react. He completely loses his composure if they have a house cat.

↬ Asmodeus

Asmodeus is not nervous at all, he’s actually excited to meet them (especially if you’re close to them, he wants to meet the people you love);

Dresses up even more fancy than usual and uses his limited-edition makeup (really wants to make a good first impression and show them what a beautiful couple you two make);

Prepares himself by creating a special skin-care and workout routines for the day he would meet them (and he has been following this routine for weeks);

Even if your family member doesn’t seem interested in meeting him, Asmodeus is still excited and already feels like part of the family;

Enjoys hugging and holding you in front of them. Tells your family member a lot of good things about you just to see you getting shy.

↬ Beelzebub

Beelzebub wants your family member to like him and approve of your relationship, but he’s pretty calm about it;

Since he’s very strong himself, Beelzebub doesn’t feel scared when meeting them;

Somehow, he manages to prepare backstabbing sandwiches and shares some with your family member because “food tastes better when sharing with the people you like” (and if they like you, Beelzebub likes them);

Talks about how you two get along well and asks them about their workout routine. May invite your family member to workout with him someday.

↬ Belphegor

Belphegor will act like he doesn’t care at all, but you know deep down he does. If you keep asking him about it, he’ll get annoyed and kiss you to shut you up;

Is a bit afraid of them at first, but he’s used to dealing with strong guys due to living with Beelzebub (he’s just secretly hoping they won’t try lifting him);

Doesn’t talk much during the meeting. He wants your family member’s approval, but won’t go out of his way to have it… And he may end up falling asleep while in their presence;

Belphegor smiles a little when you say they liked him (you know he’s really happy about it though).

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 128: Snake

"Woah," Harry said, jumping between Draco and the 35 foot Antipodean Opaleye that was rearing up her head preparing to protect her young. He let out a stream of parsletongue as he held out a hand to calm her.

And Draco watched with fascination, as he always did, at the way the dragon seemed to understand the other man even though Harry couldn't understand them.

"Show off," he teased when the dragon turned and made her way back to her nest.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Maybe don't go traipsing over to her newborn hatchlings."

"I can't help it," Draco said, craning his neck to get another peek, "They're just so cute."

The other man shook his head but Draco knew that he agreed, in the weeks to come Harry would spend more time cooing over the babies than Draco did just the way he did every time they came here for hatching season. "We should head back," Harry said, "the sun's on it's way back down."

"We still haven't seen dad, though," Draco said, searching the horizon once more for the smaller, faster Opaleye that ought to be coming back with food.

Harry sighed, "I know," he said as he started packing his bag, hissing a quick warning at Zephyr who was sunbathing on the rock next to his bag and holding out a hand for her to slither into.

"It's not enough that you have the giant snakes," he said, nodding at the dragons, "you have to bring the miniature one, too?" Draco asked as the rainbow boa slipped up Harry arm to drape around his neck.

"You know how she gets when we leave her behind in the tent," he said as he slipped the bag over his shoulders, "and she's hardly miniature," he added as they started the climb back down to where they'd pitched their tent.

(Read more below the cut)

"I'm worried about the muggle farmers," Draco said as he looked out over the rolling farm land, not far from here, where unsuspecting sheep and cows were grazing.

Harry nodded, "I know but that's why we're here, if they see anything we'll wipe their memories."

"We had to do it half a dozen times last year," he complained.

"It's not the dragons' fault that those stupid sheep are such easy prey."

Draco steadied Harry as a rock slipped out from under him, "You were supposed to talk to them."

"I did!" he protested. "Bill thinks that I can just tell them anything but they only understand like half of what I say."

"I know," Draco replied as they made it back to their camp and headed into the tent to clean up.

"Besides," Harry added, "He knows he's got to find food and the pickings are slim. Otherwise we wouldn't be this far north."

Draco collapsed into one of the cushioned chairs that they always brought with them and Zephyr slid down Harry's body and made her way over to Draco instead, curling around his neck. "Gentle," he chastised her as she wrapped tighter.

Harry glanced up from where he was unpacking their bag and hissed at her and she loosened her grip around his neck. "You're doing better with that," he commented.

He rolled his eyes as she bumped her head against his chin, "You know, oddly enough, when you suggested we get a pet I wasn't imagining that we'd get a five foot long rainbow boa that likes to try to strangle me."

"She's not trying to strangle you," Harry said as he went to see what they had in the pantry to make up for dinner, "She's just cold."

He hummed noncommittally, "I was imagining a crup," he added.

"But she's a delight," Harry said, "And they were going to kill her."

Draco sighed, "I know. And she is usually nice."

"And our flat is tiny," the other man added as he huffed a laugh, "I think it's sandwiches for dinner," Harry said.

"Alright."

Harry made up sandwiches and put some crisps on their plates, carrying one over to Draco. "You know what might work for keeping the dragons from getting after Muggle sheep?"

"What?" Draco asked through a bite of sandwich.

"If we had a wizarding sheep farm closer to here. Then they'd raise the sheep specifically for hatching season, let the dragons hunt the sheep and then go on their merry way."

"Right," Draco said, agreeing that it would make everything easier and cause a lot less hassle with trying to obliterate people. "That's a good idea but who in their right mind would want to live on a sheep farm?"

Harry shrugged, "Well whoever it was would have lots of room for a crup or a dog."

Draco paused, sandwich halfway to his mouth, "You can't be serious."

When Harry didn't say anything Draco continued.

"You want us to come and live in the middle of nowhere?" he asked. "To raise sheep?" he added incredulously.

"No," Harry said, "No, of course not. You're right-"

"Harry, I-"

He shook his head, "Forget it. Forget I said anything, yeah?"

"Wait," Draco said. "Just," he shook his head and Zephyr reached toward Harry, her neck stretching out a good seven inches until Harry held out his arm for her to wrap around. "I need a second to get my head around it."

Harry stroked his fingers over her smooth head and waited patiently.

"So, in this scenario we'd live here year round?"

He nodded, "But it would be easy to get a port key license."

"And we'd live in what?"

A soft, wistful expression slipped across Harry's face. "A cozy little cottage with a fireplace that Zephyr can curl up near and where we can warm up after a morning outside feeding the goats and the sheep. The bathroom would have a big claw foot tub big enough for two. And we'd have a cozy afghan that Molly knit for us to drape over the back of the couch. You'd wear cozy cable knit jumpers and wellies from the beginning of autumn through the spring."

"What else?"

Harry gave him a little smile, "We'd shear the sheep ourselves in the spring and learn how to convert it into yarn so Molly can make you more jumpers and make us more afghans."

"Is that all?" he asked.

His partner shook his head, "I'd learn to make stew and shepherds pie, all of the hot comfort dishes around here. And in the summer we'd grow a garden with vegetables and fruits." His toe brushed over Draco's as he continued, "You'd wear one of those giant sunhats to keep yourself from burning. Maybe we'd get some chickens, too."

"It sounds sort of nice when you put it that way," he confessed.

"Doesn't it?"

He thought for a long moment, "Then lets do it."

"Really?" Harry asked, perking up at the possible yes.

"Yeah," Draco answered, smiling at him, heart warming in his chest at the smile on Harry's face. "Why not? If we're terrible at it, we can always quit."

"Do you mean it?"

"Yes."

Harry sprung up from his chair and moved to straddle Draco's lap, pressing his lips to Draco's. "You're the best."

"I know," he replied with a laugh as he leaned up to meet Harry's kiss. "What have we got to lose?"

And the truth was that they had nothing to lose and everything to gain. They lived out the rest of their days tending sheep, and chickens, and dragons, and any other creature that wandered in.

It was nothing like Draco had expected when he was young and it was infinitely better.

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Day 127: Fake Dating | Day 129: Pangea

[dontshootmespence]

No Regrets

Summary: After being infected with anthrax, Spencer’s symptoms get worse, leaving you to ponder what happens if he doesn’t make it home alive.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 812

Warning: Spoilers for the episode Amplification. Angsty with a fluffy ending.

A/N: This fulfills my bed sharing bingo square for @cmbingo​. Tried going a little different and less obvious than usual.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you step into the ambulance and sit next to Spencer while he gets checked out by the EMTs. Of course, the second he realized he’d stepped into a room with anthrax, he shut and locked the door, leaving you and Morgan to stare on in horror, but thankfully he was okay - a little chilly from just being washed off, but otherwise okay.

“Did you scratch yourself?” The EMT asks, lifting Spencer’s. That’s not good.

When Spencer goes to reply, he falters, a nonsense word slipping from his lips. And with that his eyes go wide. Aphasia. “Spence, it’s gonna be okay,” you say, shushing him as he tries to make sense of his words. He looks at you and fear stares back. Just as he’s about to reply, he goes into respiratory arrest, hands stiff and still at his sides. 

As machines beep and whirr, the technicians push you toward the corner, helpless to watch as your best friend, the man you love more than anything, clings to life. “Is he going to be okay?” You ask, knowing they can’t give you a definitive answer. You’re grasping at straws, praying to any and all deities that he make it through. 

For years you’ve hidden your feelings from him, too scared to go out on a limb and tell him how you feel. Too scared of rejection. Too scared of judgement. Too scared of failure and the subsequent deterioration of your team to do anything about it. But here he was on the table in front of you, not knowing how you felt. 

Rounding the corner into the hospital parking lot, you follow the technicians inside. “Is he going to be okay?” You ask again, running behind them and toward the emergency room. Before they can answer, they usher Spencer, still unconscious, into a room you don’t have access to. And all you can do is wait.

----

After convincing every doctor, nurse and medical professional on the floor that Spencer doesn’t have any relatives in the area to sit at his bedside, they allow you back. He’s stable now, but still unconscious, his already slender frame somehow seeming even smaller in the hospital bed.

The tears start up again even though he’s stable. Several patients at the park where the anthrax was loosed aren’t doing well, and a few have already died. No. Spencer isn’t going to die. He’s going to make it through. But what if he doesn’t? For the rest of your life, you’ll walk through it wondering what might have been had you had the balls to just tell him how you feel. 

Resting your head against the bed, you grab his hand and rub circles into his palm. “Please wake up,” you whisper, as your tears stain the crisp, sterling hospital sheets. You fall asleep for minutes at a time, hoping each time you wake up that this is all just a dream.

----

Eventually, you sit back in your chair and fill the team in on Spencer’s status before zoning out on all the anthrax research you can find. Your stomach grumbles as the nurse comes in to check on him. “You should go grab something to eat?”

You’re about to tell her it’s no big deal, but your stomach grumbles again, even louder. “Okay, can you stay here until I come back? If he wakes up, tell him I’m here?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Rushing downstairs, you grab a couple of jello cups and a chicken salad sandwich before hurrying back up. He’s still okay. When you sit down, you see him stir. “Is that jello?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh, thank god you’re okay. Spence, you had me so worried. I thought I would never get to see you again. I thought-”

“Me too,” he replies, grabbing your hand. “You know, Y/N, when I lost my words in the ambulance and I saw you, I had this overwhelming fear that I wasn’t going to wake up. Not because of the concept of death, but because I had regrets.”

“How so?” You have an idea, but you need to hear him say it, if he means what you think he means. Swallowing hard, you grasp his hand tighter. 

Spencer pushes himself up and combs his free hand through his hair. “Y/N...I like you. You’re my best friend and I’ve wondered for a long time what our relationship would look like if we were more than friends. When I...when I imagine it, I’m happy. I’m at peace, and I- I’ll stop talking. I’m rambling and probably-”

“Spence,” you wait for him to look at you. “I like you too.” Standing up, you press a tear-stained kiss to his lips and climb into the bed, cuddling in beside him. If this whole thing taught you anything, it was to live without regrets. 

[nebulus-frd]

Jealous and protective Rowan and oblivious Aelin in a modern established relationship au

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The beach. The sea. Them.

Synopsis: Modern AU where Rowan and Aelin finally get a deserved vacation. But he isn't enjoying all the attention given to his wife during the first day of it.

Rated: T

Warnings: implied sexual content. If I forgot anything, let me know.

Words: 1700+ (oneshot).

1/1

It was their first time back at the beach after being married.

The life of a military couple was hectic, to say the least, but Rowan and Aelin were rather used to the chaos. This explained why Rowan found himself alone in bed on the first morning of their vacation. Although his wife had always been a late riser, he knew better than anyone how hard it was to break their routine and if he himself hadn’t take medicine to fall asleep, he wouldn’t probably have slept at all.

Not bothering to properly dress, Rowan moved to the kitchen only to find it empty. Did she go grocery shop? But to his surprise not only was the fridge completely packed, but three sandwiches also topple each other on a plate next to a note.

Good morning princess, did you sleep well? Not even a true love kiss was able to break from the evil medicine spell. I’m training on the beach. Join me… Or not, if you feel like sleeping throughout the entirety of our vacation.

Love,

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius.

Rowan didn’t even feel the smile that broke through him. God, I love her. Of course, she was training. His wife always called him a workaholic and a military freak, only to always prove herself one. The food was warm enough for her not to have left for too long. And in half an hour Rowan found himself heading to their hotel gym.

Where was Aelin?

He had circulated the gym area twice without success in the mission of joining his wife. Could she be at the beach? It wouldn’t be a surprise. Aelin loves the sea, the sunny weather, and the heat on her skin.

Eight years ago, if someone said to Rowan that there were people who loved those things, he would have straight-out laughed in their faces. He couldn’t anymore. He had learned to appreciate each of these unlike anyone else.

Rowan loved the smile Aelin would have while watching the sea, loved the glow her eyes would reflect under the sun’s light, loved the heat from Aelin’s heart.

His wife had changed each perspective he had in his life.

And while at the beach, once again he asked himself how the hell, he was deserving of the woman he married to?

Aelin was coming out of the sea, dressed in a swimsuit that covered a lot more of what he was used to seeing, looking like the sea god herself had descended in the mortal world to bestow her beauty upon mortals. Thus, Rowan was hindered breathless and as soon as their eyes locked up, he could listen to her thoughts through them.

“Are you delight with the view?”

And the smile that broke in her lips made his knees go weak. She pointed to a small pile of clothes at his right and he could recognize the tennis beside it. As soon as they met Rowan girdled his arm around her hips and kissed her.

“Missed me much?” Aelin asked holding a smirk while still in his arms. Her turquoise eyes nailed on his green-forest ones. The only answer she received was a grunt and a heavy head dropping in her shoulder. “You know you could use words, rather than growling like a beast”, which made Aelin feel the smile coming from her husband, she could picture it too: the perfect set of teeth accompanied by two fangs that were borderline not-human, which had left so many marks on last night's activities, she had almost come to the beach in a diver suit.

“I can’t be bothered. There are a lot of more interesting things to do with my mouth… And my tong…”, Rowan’s impure statement was interrupted by the sound of Aelin’s phone ring, it took a moment for the woman to snap out of the mood her husband had put them in. Poor object, it earned a glare that, if possible, would have transformed it into ashes.

“Oh hi!... Yes, of course, I’m coming… Right, next to the bar… Yes, be there in a few”, she said on the phone friendly. With whom she could have made prior appointments?

“Where are you going?”, Rowan asked confused, involuntarily holding her tighter, Aelin didn’t hide the smile at her husband's unwillingness.

“WE are going to a functional training, apparently the hotel holds them every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday”, she said while putting on a pair of shorts and her tennis, Rowan just nodded in answer.

Once they were in the central area, the closer location between the hotel’s pools and the beach, the equipment could already be seen as well as 10 people roaming around it. Soon enough a man came up to them greeting Aelin, too friendly to Rowan’s likeness, although he could only spot the top of his head.

“Miss Galathnyius, it’s good to have you with us today”, the strange said while avoiding looking at Rowan’s side but he did not miss a beat.

“It’s Mrs.” his accented and low voice seemed to reverberate, earning him an alarmed glance from the instructor, as he had taken from his clothes and name tag.

“Yes, of course. Mr. and Mrs. Galathnyius it’s a pleasure to have both of you here”, the smaller man seemed ready to bolt as he alternated his looks from Rowan’s face tattoo and Aelin’s mirth-filled eyes, she just nodded and that was very well what he did. She knew it wasn’t jealousy from her husband, more like his inability to not correct a mistaken person.

Oh, how wrong she was.

…

Half an hour throughout the class, Rowan was calculating how much trouble would he be if he were to beat three civilians. As the training was open to anyone at the beach, around fifteen more people had come to enjoy the activities. Including a group of four men, who seem too inclined to help Aelin with her training.

Which had made Rowan seeing red since he heard the first suggestion in correcting Aelin’s posture during a core exercise. Whilst his wife seemed completed oblivious as not only agreed to a few suggestions and gave tips of her own. Rowan didn’t mind that both were right.

Nonetheless, at each suggestion made by a stranger, Rowan would casually assert his territory. Moving closer to Aelin, helping her with the weights and holding her during an exercise that required it. Of course, there was the possibility that none of the people participating held any second intentions towards his wife and were only trying to be helpful. He seriously doubted it, even though that was what Aelin seem to think.

Usually, Rowan had never been one to bluntly be jealous and if he found it necessary to discuss attitude with someone, he wouldn’t do it in front of Aelin. But he’d gone apeshit when one of the guys from before made a move to touch her while he went to grab for water. Fuck this. He had been by her side every single moment. What’s with these disrespectful motherfuckers?

The man whose hands extended to help Aelin in moving the piece on her waist only caught a movement in corner of his eyes before a mountain of a man was before him. His eyes caught a glimpse of a wicked tattoo on the man’s face, which had been hidden by the cap he was using.

Rowan’s intimidating demeanor and the fucking gold ring in his and hers left hands were more than enough for assholes to grasp the situation.

She is mine, I’m hers. Fuck off.

Either it was the rings or himself didn’t matter. Apparently, with one look everybody understood his warning.

…

However, nine hours later, he’d been left baffled as his wife complained how, after he glued himself to her side, nobody had talked or interacted with her anymore.

“Well, if you weren’t such a territorial bastard today, we could have made some friends that could introduce us to the town”, she said as they had clearly lost themselves while looking for a Japanese restaurant.

“I beg your pardon?”, Rowan answered seeing red all over again just from remembering the previous event.

“Oh, come on, you thought I did notice? You were just asserting your territory for the heck of it”, she said not bothering with more than an eye roll, still searching the street’s name on their map.

“For the heck of it?”, Rowan was bewildered. Aelin thought he was doing that out of leisure?

“You couldn’t possibly be jealous of those guys from the beach, right?”, she said finally dropping the stupid map that had put them in their current predicament and looking straight into his eyes. Whatever she saw there gave Rowan his favorite smile. “You were….”, she laughed, loud and uncaring. Beautiful. “You are unbelievable”.

Like the viper his wife was, she stealthy approached him in that dark alley. “My cranky husband was jealous of some gym dudes?”, her voice was surrounded by arrogance and seductiveness. Reminding Rowan just who he had married with. The most confident, assertive, dazzling woman he had ever met.

Their eyes were locked on each other as she stalked him like a snake ready to consume her prey. His response to her provocation was nothing more than a grunt. “You know what you should have done?... You could have kissed me right there, ravished me, really… And I would’ve said thank you”.

After many years into their relationship, one would think that Rowan had become numb to Aelin’s advances. However, it was very much the opposite of it. He would be scandalized, shocked… And excited, she burned him with bold words and even bolder actions that made his head spin. His calloused hand didn’t miss one second into holding Aelin’s by her backside and his mouth went to her neck.

“Ditch dinner, Fireheart, I will show you what I would like to have done”, Rowan could feel Aelin’s thundering heartbeat, like his own due to their proximity. It would never lie to him, he affected her just as she did him.

“Oh, why, when you say with such gentleness. I suppose we could make something at home”, she smoothed her hand at Rowan’s ringed finger each word, handing him a bright smile by the end. “I love you”, albeit the sentence was said in a soft tone, it swept bothering feelings between the two, such as sea waves that accompanied their evening.

“To whatever end”, he said holding her left hand and as they walked toward the ocean. Free, unrestricted, and vast. Much like their love.

[avintagekiss24]

CALIFORNIA KING || CHUBBY!BUCKY BARNES

pairing: Chubby!Sheriff!Bucky Barnes x black!reader || word count: 6,429 || warnings: smut, sex, vaginal fingering, hand job, bad language words

authors note: here we are! chubs is finally here! we’re set back in Virginia in the 60s in this one, but we’re not acknowledging the bullshit of the time period. i write to get away from real world issues, and i like the clothes in this decade. you will also notice a few characters from a certain show called Lovecraft Country, because, well, I like them a lot too. please enjoy.

line divider by, you guessed it, @firefly-graphics​ (they’re all so pretty)

Virginia, 1964

Your heels click along the pavement as you move towards the small diner in the middle of town. The sun is high and hot, the beams beating down on your bare shoulders as you adjust your yellow rimmed sunglasses over your face. Your white purse swings off the tips of your fingers, your bracelet, a present from Bucky, clinking softly against your watch, (another present from Bucky), as you move with confidence.

Your sister Ruby moves quietly behind you, her eyes out in front, scanning the sidewalk and street as the two of you go, “You shouldn’t come out dressed like that.” She huffs in your direction as she catches the eye of two older white women moving in your direction.

You turn your head towards her and then glance at the women walking past you, their eyes dropping down to your slightly exposed midriff, then your high waisted, navy blue shorts. You push your sunglasses down your nose and maintain eye contact with them as the two women move by.

“I’m not worried about these small town hicks.” You answer loudly, turning around to walk backward so you can keep your eyes on them, “I am free to dress how I please, thank you.”

Ruby shakes her head as she laughs sarcastically, “You never did know how to act.”

“It is 1964. They just need to get the fuck over it - we are here. This is just as much our town as it is theirs.” You spit, tossing your short hair slightly, “Plus, not everybody here is like them.”

Ruby closes her eyes and holds up her hands, completely uninterested in what you’re about to say, “You are playing with fire with that sheriff,” she hisses quietly, “And I don’t want to hear about it.”

You shrug defiantly, “Fine, then don’t. Let’s just get our rootbeer floats and not argue for once, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Fine.”

“Perfect.”

“Wonderful.” You seethe, flicking your wrist towards her, ending the quick squabble. You grab the door handle and pull open the door to the diner, stepping to the side to allow your sister to pass, “After you.”

Ruby cuts her eyes towards you and smirks unenthusiastically before she crosses through the threshold. You roll your eyes and follow in behind her, removing your sunglasses and shoving them in your purse as you follow her to the front counter. The two of you sit side by side, Ruby smoothing her hands over her green, pleated swing dress, you waving down the young waiter.

“Afternoon ladies, it’s a hot one, huh?” he asks nicely, smiling at the two of you as he slides menus in your direction.

“It is, thank you,” you start, glancing over the menu, “I think I’m going to have a burger and fries, with a rootbeer float.”

“Great choice, and you, Ruby?”

She smiles, handing her menu back to him, “An olive loaf sandwich please. Potato chips, and a rootbeer float as well.”

“I’ll have it right up ladies.”

He disappears into the back and you and Ruby fall into your usual rhythm, practically ignoring each other. The front door chimes as a group of women move inside, their giggles filling the relatively quiet diner. You eye them as they move by, catching the glance of one Dottie Bodecker, your arch nemesis since grade school. Her blonde hair swings back and forth behind her head as she smiles at you, wiggling her manicured fingers as her group moves to the end of the long bar, taking up four seats.

“So Dottie,” you hear one of the brunettes start, “Do you think tonight’s the night? You think Sheriff Barnes is going to ask you to go with him to his re-election fundraiser?”

You flick your eyes towards them, drawing in a deep breath at the sound of his name. Dottie turns her head towards you, her blue eyes linking with yours where she smiles quickly before turning back to her friends, “I think so.” She answers cheerfully, another giggle escaping her lips, “We have been getting so close lately. I really think he’s gonna ask me to start going steady.”

You scoff loudly before laughter falls from your lips. Ruby hits your leg underneath the counter as you pull out a cigarette and place it between your lips, lighting it. You feel their eyes on you as you flick the butt of the cigarette, ridding it of the ash that’s built up and take another slow drag. You keep your eyes forward, not wanting to engage because you know if you engage -

“Here we go ladies,” the waiter says, cutting through your thoughts, “A burger and fries, an olive loaf with potato chips, and two rootbeer floats. Enjoy.”

Heat blooms across your skin as anger starts to brim just below the surface. You and Dottie have had the same common goal for almost six months - Sheriff James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes. The anger in you makes you start to wonder why the two of you are warring over him in the first place. He’s ten years older than the both of you, has a nasty divorce behind him, and by the sight of his tummy, he’s enjoyed one too many slices of Ambrosia cake. To you and Dottie though, he might as well be Marlon Brando.

It’s the way his eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles. The way his nose scrunches when he smiles really big. It’s the softness in his voice when he says your name. The shyness that controls him whenever he’s come to bring you a flower. It’s the way he’s a dreamer - how he promises you a little house out in the middle of nowhere, complete with a white picket fence and a golden retriever. A couple of kids. A big old bed where he promises to always keep you pleased.

He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen - the softest and the sweetest too.

“Just relax and eat your food.” Ruby whispers, squeezing your knee, “She’s just trying to get your goat.”

You flick the butt of your cigarette again, “Well, she fucking got it.” You sigh, grabbing a french fry and biting it angrily.

Dottie continues to gab to her friends loudly, Bucky and I this, Bucky and I that - deep down you know it’s bullshit. He spends too much time sniffing around you to give her the type of attention she’s trying to convince her friends of, but it still gets under your skin. You eat slowly, your lips pursed, your eyes staring a hole into the wall in front of you, your hearing absolutely piqued.

“Did I tell you he drove me home from work the other day?” Dottie says, running her hand over her ponytail as her lips curl into another smile behind her red painted lips, “He even stayed for dinner.”

“Well, your meatloaf is to die for, Dottie. He would have been crazy not to stay!”

You cut your eyes over towards them again just as Dottie leans into her friends, glancing around to see if anyone is listening (as if she honestly cares), “Did I also mention that he stayed the night?”

You slam your balled fist onto the counter, rattling the plates and cups and silverware that sit on the bar. All four heads of Dottie’s group snap towards you, Ruby’s eyes going wide as her mouth drops open.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Dottie asks sweetly, venom dripping from every word.

You lift your hand and plaster a fake smile on your face, scrunching your nose as you shrug, “I’m quite alright, Dottie. Just um, dropped my fork is all.”

“Oh,” she laughs a little, placing her gloved hand to her chest, “That must be a heavy fork.”

“Not as heavy as my fist will be against your -”

“We’re fine,” Ruby cuts in, a bright smile on her face as she nods towards Dottie, “Thank you for askin’, Dottie.”

Dottie smiles again as she tips her head towards Ruby, “You are very welcome, Miss Ruby.”

“Fake ass bitch.” You growl under your breath, prompting a hard pinch on your thigh,”Ow!”

“Just,” Ruby starts, widening her eyes at you, “Eat. Your. Food.”

You take another angry bite of your french fry and cut your eyes towards the glass door, staring out onto the street as you flick your cigarette again. Sheriff James Buchanan Barnes has no idea what he’s just gotten himself into.

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You sway your hips back and forth as your hair falls into your face. The music is loud, thumping even, as Ruby and her band plays up on the stage. An arm is thrown around your waist, pulling your closer as the two of you dance - chest to back, hips tucked into your behind. You laugh as you throw your arm around his neck and dip down low, a wider smile breaking onto your face as he moves with you.

The two of you push back up where you spin around to face him, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up on your thighs as you continue to shake your hips. You throw the material of your expensive, new dress, and then swish it around, before you drop it to raise your hands in the air and spin back around.

That’s when you see them.

Those eyes.

Those deep set, deep blue orbs that always seem to find you when in the middle of a crowd. His lips are set in a hard line, his cheeks red, his jaw tight. He sucks his teeth as he leans his elbow on the bar. He blinks, slowly, cutting his eyes towards the bartender just long enough to grab the shot that’s handed to him before they are back on you, watching you grind against the stranger behind you.

Too damn bad for him.

You grab the man’s hand and pull it tighter around your waist, keeping your smaller hand on top of his as you dip slowly down to the floor again - your eyes never leaving the sheriff’s. You break the eye contact with him to glance over your shoulder as a devilish smile curls onto your painted lips as the two of you dance, your lips dangerously close to his. You push your behind into his hips and laugh when the man hoots and hollers before clapping his hands to the beat of the music.

You flick your eyes back to the sheriff’s just as he downs the brown liquid in the small glass in his hands and slams it on the counter, immediately asking for another. You smirk and wink at him before you turn in the man’s hands that are currently around your waist and away from the hard, angry eyes bearing into you.

“Boo!”

You spin to the side when a finger presses into your side and shriek when you come face to face with your little sister, “Leti!” You shout, wrapping your arms around her neck and swaying her back and forth, “I thought y’all said you wouldn’t be back from Chicago until next week! Tic! Come here!”

You release her to throw your arms around Leti’s boyfriend, Atticus Freeman’s neck, having to stand on your tiptoes to hug him tightly as he chuckles in your ear, “We just decided to cut it short, that’s all.” He answers.

“Yeah, right,” you smile, slapping him gently on his shoulder, “You two got into some trouble up there, didn’t you?”

“Never!” Leti exclaims as she smiles mischievously, holding up her hand, “And that’s scouts honor. Listen,” she says, glancing over her shoulder back towards the bar, “I’ve heard from a few people already. They’re saying that the sheriff is asking about you at the bar.”

“Well,” You wave her off, “You can tell them to tell him to mind his goddamn business.”

“Girl, you’ve got that man seething over there!” Tic laughs, “Askin’ how you know this fool,” he says, pointing towards your dancing partner, “What his name is, when he got into town, how long you been here tonight…”

You shrug defiantly, batting your eyes at the pair of people in front of you, “Not my problem.”

“You’ve got your nerve!” Leti laughs, “Who in their right mind antagonizes the goddamn sheriff?”

“The very same one who dates the goddamn sheriff.” Tic says, shaking his head, “Y’all’s mama gave y’all balls of steel.”

Leti rolls her eyes but smiles widely, grabbing your wrists and pulling you deeper into the mass of people. The three of you dance the hours away as Ruby keeps the small club rocking. You’re covered in a thin sheen of sweat, out of cigarettes, and slightly tipsy when Tic wants to get you and Leti home, so you relent without a fight.

You push out into the night air, the breeze instantly cooling your balmy skin. You giggle as Leti mumbles in your ear and take a few steps into the alley before you stop dead in your tracks. Sheriff Bucky leans against the brick building, his head turned towards the street but snapping back to you when he hears your familiar laughter. He pushes away from the wall and places his hands on his hips and utility belt where he taps his nervous, angry fingers.

He clears his throat and takes a deep breath, pushing it out of his nostrils harshly as he turns his head towards the building again, trying and failing to maintain a calm demeanor, “Tic, I wasn’t um, I wasn’t aware you were back in town. Welcome home, soldier.”

Tic shifts his eyes to you before he nods towards Bucky and takes his extended hand, “Thank you sheriff, that’s uh, that’s mighty kind of you.”

“You’re a brave man, fighting for this country. You let me know if anybody gives you any trouble, you hear? Ms. Lewis, how are you this evening?”

“Mighty fine, sheriff. Thanks for askin’.” Leti answers, offering him a soft smile. She knows what it’s like to be on the ass end of one of your fits.

You stare at him as he nods slowly, clearing his throat again before he shifts his eyes back to you. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head as you blink at him slowly and let out a hard breath. He drops his eyes down your body, then snaps them back up to yours, his lip slightly snarled the entire time.

He points at you quickly, before he drops his hand back to his belt and glances back at the building, “May I speak to you, please?” he asks, clearing his throat again.

“What for?”

He chuckles lightly, widening his eyes as he drops them to your feet, “You know what for.” he snaps, still tapping his fingers against his hips, “Please.”

You glance at Leti and Tic, whose eyes have settled on you after the quick tennis match between you and Bucky. You sigh again, “I’ll meet you guys at home, okay?”

“Are you sure?” Leti whispers, pushing up closer to you, “He looks mad.”

You roll your eyes, “I can handle him. I’ll be fine.”

Leti grabs Tic’s hand and moves past Bucky, “Have a good night, sheriff.”

“You as well, Ms. Lewis.” He glances over his shoulder as Tic and Leti move down the alley, and only turns back to face you once they’ve turned the corner, “You stood me up.” He spits angrily, pointing at you again.

You shrug, indifference written on your face, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean!” he hisses, taking a few steps towards you, “Damn it, I waited forty five minutes for you.”

“You get out of my face.” you scoff, pushing his shoulders roughly.

“So I spend all day worrying about you, only to find you here with some jerk’s hands all over you!”

You laugh, rolling your eyes, “Spent all day worrying about me, did you? That’s rich.”

“Okay,” he barks, nodding quickly as he chews on the inside of his cheek, “What is it? Huh? What did I do now?”

“Like you don’t know.”

“I don’t know! Please! Enlighten me.”

You cross your arms over your chest again, staring down the alley. You feel his eyes staring into the side of your face, waiting for you to speak.

“Answer me, damn it!”

“Why don’t you ask Dottie Bodecker what you did wrong?” you hiss, snapping your head back to face him.

His face contorts in confusion, his shoulders slumping slightly, “Dottie Bodecker? The fuck she have to do with anything?”

“Her meatloaf is to die for, isn’t it?”

He rolls his eyes and throws his hands up dramatically, turning and taking a few steps away from you. He spins back around seconds later, shaking his head, “If you don’t start saying what you mean, girl!”

“You slept with Dottie Bodecker a few nights back and I’m done letting you make a fool a’ me!” you scream as your eyes squint hard.

You brush past him, bumping his shoulder as you start down the alley, walking fast as you huff, the anger bubbling. You hear his heavy feet behind you, his keys jingling as he wraps his fingers around your bicep. You shrug away from him and whirl around, pointing your thin finger in his face, “Don’t you touch me.”

“I did not sleep with Dottie Bodecker!” He hisses, “Where are you getting that load of shit from?”

“From Dottie herself. She told the entire diner this afternoon!”

“Well she’s full of it!” He shouts back, “I didn’t touch that woman!”

“But you drove her home from work?” You ask, antagonizing him, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms over your chest.

He scoffs, placing his hands on his hips again, “Yes. I drove her home. She flagged me down -” You start walking again, completely uninterested in hearing his sorry ass story, “Goddamn it. Listen to me!” He shouts, grabbing your arm again, “I did not touch that woman. I have never touched her. I promise you.”

“And why should I believe you? Huh?” You ask, breathing hard, your eyes wide and bouncing between his, “Tell me!”

“Because I love you!” He shouts loudly - so loudly that it makes you slam your mouth shut, “Goddamn it!”

You watch as he starts to pace, dragging his hand through his short, dark hair angrily before he drops it to his side. Because I love you! The words bounce around your brain as he places his hands back on his hips.

A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

That’s the first time he’s said it.

He loves you.

“You know what?” he says after a moment, turning back to face you again, “You want to continue to play games with Dottie, you go right ahead, but you leave me out of it. I have been nothing but good to you, nothing but open, nothing but doting… I’m done, you hear me? Done. Keep playin’ your little goddamn games!”

You click your tongue and roll your eyes again as he walks off, tugging at the leather jacket covering his torso. He can barely zip the damn thing. You sigh and tilt your head as he turns around the front of the building as embarrassment starts to flood through you. Your skin heats up again, but this time from the feeling of turning out to be the asshole, which doesn't happen very often (it probably should.)

The sound of your heels clicking against the concrete bounces off the buildings as you move to the end of the alley, peaking around the corner to find his police car still sitting at the curb. You spot his head resting back on the seat and put your hands behind your back as you walk slowly towards the passenger side. You lean over and glance in the window, finding his eyes closed and his hands on the wheel as he breathes in and out, in and out, in and out.

You glance up and down the street before you knock on the window, “Can I get in?”

“No.”

You click your tongue and let your shoulders slump, “Come on, sheriff.”

You watch as he exhales hard and you have to drop your head so that he can’t see the smile that forms on your lips. He reaches over and pops open the door before he straightens up in the seat, keeping his eyes forward as you slide in next to him. You chew on your lip as you blink over at him, your eyes trailing down his bicep and forearm before you start playing with your fingers.

“I’m sorry.” You say quietly, your voice small and slightly playful.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He answers quick, holding up his hand.

You laugh a little but cover your mouth quickly with your thin fingers as he cuts his eyes towards you. He huffs again and you start to whine, closing your eyes and tilting your head towards the roof, “Sheriff, look at me.”

“No.”

“Come on,” You laugh, “I said I was sorry.”

“And that’s just supposed to make this all better? Right? Just because you said you’re sorry?” he asks softly, turning to face you.

You shrug, dropping your eyes to your fingers again, “Yeah?”

He laughs earnestly at your sheer audacity. You smile, biting down into your bottom lip as you send your eyes toward him, your smile softening at the sight of him. The crinkles are back. His nose is scrunched, his eyes turned into slits as he laughs. You glance down between the two of you and see a bouquet of flowers on the floorboard.

His laughter dies down and he shakes his head as he lets out a sigh, “You are such a stubborn ass.”

“But that’s why you like me, right?”

He looks over at you, his eyes moving around your face, “Maybe.” He answers softly.

You grab his hand and place it in your lap, your thumb rubbing gently over his knuckles. You blink at each other, all of the anger and agitation bleeding out of you both like it wasn’t even there to begin with. He squeezes your hand and rubs the tips of your fingers with his thumb before he leans over to kiss you softly.

You moan, your eyes closing instinctively as his pillow soft lips hit yours for the first time that day. Relief and calm washes through you as he massages your lips with his and loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You're soon pressed up against his wide chest and body, your hands sliding over his shoulders and to his back. You hug him tightly to you as the intensity builds quickly, his stomach pushing over his belt and pressing into yours. You hum as his thick fingers skip up your thigh, palming your flesh softly.

His lips fall to your neck, his head nudging yours upward to gain full access to your sensitive skin. He sucks lightly, making you tense and moan as a jolt of sensation shoots straight to your sex. You grip his shoulder softly as that wandering hand moves further up your thigh - right into your dress, where his fingertips brush against your warm, tingly sex.

“Sheriff,” You breathe, spreading your legs and pushing your hips forward as you rub his shoulder.

“Yes ma’am?” He answers, his voice low and heady.

“Take me home and take advantage of me, please.”

His chuckle vibrates through your flesh. He nips at your neck, his teeth dragging along your skin, “As much as I’d love to darlin’, I’m on duty.” You groan in dissatisfaction, making him laugh again, “You shouldn’t have blown me off earlier, I could have taken care of you then.”

He pushes your panties to the side and brushes his fingers over your soft skin, where you shiver instantly. He pulls back so that he can watch your face as he pushes between your folds, stroking your slit gently, teasing you with just the tips of his fingers. You hiss and squeeze your legs together, jutting your hips forward to try and coax him inside.

He doesn’t take the bait.

But he wants to.

He glances over his shoulder behind the car and then out in front, finding the streets bare. He can hear the muffled sounds of Ruby’s band still going strong inside the small club. There’s been no calls over the radio in over an hour. He’s got time. He kisses your mouth quickly and pulls his hand from out of your dress to turn the key, bringing the loud engine to life, filling the silent night air with noise.

You push up onto your knees as he pulls away from the curb and throw your arms around his neck, your tongue sneaking out to lick just under his ear. You smile when you feel him shiver from the contact. You plant kisses on the side of his face and along his jaw before you blow softly into his ear, making him jump in his seat. You grab his earlobe with your teeth and pull softly as you drag your hand down his chest and over his soft stomach where you start to fumble with his belt.

The car speeds up suddenly as he jams his foot on the accelerator when your hand slithers into his pants. You laugh when expletives fall from his lips, the car swerving as he struggles to keep his eyes open and on the road in front of you. Pumping him slowly, you grab your bottom lip between your teeth again and rest your forehead against his temple. You breathe heavily into his ear, humming and moaning as you stroke him quickly, your thumb brushing over his sensitive tip.

Bucky weaves you through the empty town and finally pulls up behind the police station, blending in with the small fleet of exactly two other police cars. He loops his arm around your waist again, pulling you closer - sitting you down on the seat. He grabs your calves and throws them over his thighs and rucks your dress up around your waist. He slips his fingers underneath the band of your panties and pulls roughly, slipping them right down your legs and over your heels to throw them into the backseat.

You squeak when his thick digits push into you, his thumb flattening against your clit. He starts to pump, slow and deep, his blue eyes scanning your face as he drags in air through his open mouth. You roll your hips into his hand as he strokes your walls and teases your clit, you hooking your arm around his neck. You sit up straighter and push your chest into his side, keeping one leg thrown over his thigh, and placing the other on the floorboard - leaving you spread open.

He kisses you quickly, moaning and then hissing as your hand continues to push along his shaft. He brushes his nose against yours, his warm breath washing over your face as you nuzzle right back into him, your mouth falling open as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“God, sheriff,” You rasp, your hand halting as he strokes your insides.

“What was that, darlin’?” He whispers, his words full but languid, “What’s my name, sweetheart?”

You tense, pushing your body up the back of the seat as you squeak again, his fingers pushing deeper and harder. You buck your hips into his hand, throwing your head back, your hair tickling the exposed skin of your back, “Oh, sheriff.” you pant.

“That’s right, you sweet little thing,” He coos, “You fuck my fingers, sweetheart.”

You hum before licking your lips slowly, “I want more than your fingers, sheriff,” you say, your words rushed and hot. You lean forward and kiss him hard, placing your hands on either side of his full face, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks.

You pull away after only a few seconds, dragging in ragged breaths, your chest heaving hard. Reaching behind your back, you pull on the zipper of your dress, the material falling away from your body - leaving you naked.

Bucky inhales sharply.

You lay back on the seat, wrapping your legs around his waist as he twists and leans over you. He reaches out and places his hand in the center of your chest, right between your breasts and just leaves it there for a second as he blinks. You arch your back, rolling your shoulders and head when he sweeps his fingers down your sternum, stopping at your belly button. You grab his hand and bring it to your right breast, cupping your supple flesh as you force your back away from the seat again and suck the tip of his index finger into your mouth.

He pulls his hand away reluctantly - but keeps his eyes on you as he shrugs out of his leather jacket. He blinks slowly, pulling his eyes down your smooth, brown skin as his fingers work out the knot of his tie. He loosens it quickly and pulls off the thin clip before he yanks the tie over his head and discards it to the floor. He flattens his palm on the inside of your thigh and pushes it down to your sex, massaging you again as his free hand pops the buttons of his shirt.

Your mouth drops open as you purr at the sensations rippling through you as he touches you, his fingers soft and slow, “Bucky,” you keen.

He hears the desperation - the ache - the trembling need in your voice. He wants to satisfy it. All of it. All of you. He pushes his pants low on his hips, down to his knees before he adjusts his position between your legs, leaning over you further. You grip his sides as his stomach rests against yours, his cock pushing at your entrance.

His eyes wander again, away from your face and down your virtuous body, knowing he and he alone has been the only man to boast its yield, “You’re beautiful.” The words slip off his tongue like silk. He means it.

“You’re beautiful.” You return quickly, running your hands down his soft, wide chest.

You know he doesn’t believe it when you say it. Out loud, in this vulnerable position. All of him on display. Every little roll and crevasse for you to see - he isn’t Tic. He isn’t six foot something, with cannons for arms and a washboard stomach. He’s just a man, a simple man, in love with a beautiful, bold, mischievous woman.

You dig your fingers into his flesh as he enters you, spreading you. You thrust your chest towards his as you slam your eyes closed, gasping at the fullness - the completeness - you feel. Your body starts to lunge upward, your breasts pushing with the movement. His weight leaves you as he sits back on his knees, his hips still prodding as he draws your leg up onto his chest and shoulder, dropping kisses on your ankle.

There’s fingers around your throat, squeezing gently before they venture up your chin and into your mouth. You accept them willingly as he flattens his free hand to your chest again. You stretch your arm forward, slinking your thin digits up his arm to his bicep as his hips push, push, push into yours. Soft. Deliberate. Slow. Ravishing you in the only way you know - the only way you want.  

The pressure builds in your stomach, steady and purposed. He knows it - he knows you. So, he grabs your hips, pulls them closer, your legs falling over his thighs, your feet sliding along the old leather seat as he fucks you. He leans over you again, knowing you like his weight on you. He digs his hips into yours - his cock plunging into your soft, accepting cunt as he watches you. Mouth hanging. Lips red. Breath heavy.

It’s a rhythm. An intricate dance the two of you have perfected over time. Pushing and pulling. Giving and taking. The windows are foggy with the heat your bodies have created - your skin damp; balmy. Little droplets of sweat beading between your breasts. His tongue is quick to rid you of them, the droplets, pushing out from behind his lips to lap at your skin. He’d do anything to please you.

Fingers tweak your thick nipples. Rough palms grip your hips. Deep groans, low hisses fill your ears. Soft words, pretty designations falling from his lips. Affirmations of love.

“I love you,” you pant, your words shuddering with each breath, “Bucky, I-”

“I know it, doll. I know it.”

You choke suddenly as the fire spreads without warning. Your orgasm rushes through you, burning a familiar path through your wilderness. Bucky fucks harder as you come - the sound of his skin slapping against yours growing louder, his grip on your hips harder.

He loves to hear you. Crying, screeching, mewling, howling as his body peels you apart, layer by layer. He loves to watch you - shuddering and trembling, hips jerking, toes curling. It’s all he needs, all he wants. He wraps his fingers loosely around your throat again and lets himself go, strained grunts accompanying your ungodly sounds as he starts to spurt over and over.

You flatten your feet against the seat and push your hips upward - still gasping, still jerking uncontrolled as the synapses continue to fire. The additional warmth he provides as he spills into you electrifies you. No other man will know the depths of you, will fill you with his seed. You’re ruined - and you like it that way.

He collapses on top of you when he can’t hold himself up any longer. Soft skin against soft skin. You instantly corral him in your arms, pushing your dainty fingers into his soft, brown hair as he nuzzles into your neck. Breath still hard and hot. You're sticky and he’s sticky, a satisfied haze drifting into your eyes and brain, lulling you.

He pulls you up with him seconds later, his eyes darting around the empty, quiet parking lot, glancing out the back before he scans through the windshield. He pulls his pants back up over his hips and reaches into the backseat to grab the blanket he keeps stowed away, wrapping it around you. He pulls you close, slinking that long arm around your shoulder and pushing his nose against yours as a lazy smile covers his face.

You hum happily as you rest your hand on his stomach, rubbing his full tummy softly with your finger tips, “Tell me about that big ol’ bed again,” you whisper, nuzzling into his face and nose with yours.

“Mmm,” he hums, smiling softly, “It’s called a California King. They make ‘em for all those stars out there in Hollywood.” You giggle, and his smile broadens, “I’m gonna get you one of those beds, I promise you.”

“I believe you.”

“You do?”

“I do. Although,”

“Although, what?”

“I don’t want you drivin’ Dottie anywhere anymore.”

He chuckles. The tips of his fingers brush over your naked shoulder and then dance down your arm, “She just wants what she can’t have. She’s jealous a’ you.”

“I know it.”

“Then don’t pay her no mind, girl. I mean it.” A silence drops over the two of you for a few minutes before he says, “I won’t drive her anywhere without tellin’ you. Okay?”

“Promise?”

“Promise. I’m sorry.”

You smile as you rest your head against his, letting your eyes close as sleep starts to pull you in. You feel him grab your fingers, pulling them away from his body as he starts to fumble around, slipping his arms back into his uniform. Once he’s dressed, you fall back into him. He wraps his arm around your neck. You place your hand back on his soft, round stomach. He rolls down the window, allowing the warm breeze to caress your skin. Nights like this are the best. You don’t know how you could be so stupid. You know he loves you.

You’ve always known.

“I’ma get you that little house over there on Pleasant drive, you know it?” he asks, daydreaming again, “We’ll get married -” You scoff, “What?”

“Married?” You ask skeptically, rolling your head on his shoulder as you keep your eyes closed.

“Yes. Married.”

“How are you going to be the law in this town if you’re steady breaking it?”

He chuckles, “You don’t listen to the news?”

“No,” You say softly, squeezing him tighter as you let out a breath, “Too depressin’.”

“Well,” He starts, dropping kisses to the top of your head, “Richard and Mildred Loving are fighting hard for people like you and me.” You open your eyes and blink slowly, watching as the wind plays the branches of the trees across the street as he continues, “They’ll overturn those bullshit laws - just you watch. I’ll marry you the very next day, right here in the middle of town.”

“You think?”

“I think, what?”

“They’ll overturn ‘em?”

“They have to. The world’s too big for that small minded, backwoods bullshit now.”

“And then you’ll buy me that house over there on Pleasant Drive?”

“Mmhmm.”

“And then get me one of those big old beds, what you call it?”

“A California King.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Sure will.”

“And then?”

He takes a breath before he sweeps his nose along yours again, brushing the tips together, “And then we’ll be together until we grow old and grey. I’ll probably be four hundred pounds by then, but.”

He chuckles as you pinch him, making him squirm from the sharp pain, “Stop it.” You warn.

“Look at me now! I’m well on my way.”

“I like you just how you are.” You say simply.

“I suppose you do.”

“I do.”

You barely have to push in to grab his lips as the two of you are already so close. You moan softly when they meet. That arm around your neck tightens, keeping you close - oh so close. You don’t tell him right away, but you like those daydreams of his. The house on Pleasant Drive, the big old bed, the wedding in the middle of town. You dream about them every night and wake up with them every morning. You don’t ever tell him though, because you’re the practical one. He’s the dreamer - and you like it that way.

You still don’t even tell him on the day he makes them all come true. How much you like those dreams of his.

[rheawritessometimes]

A Not-So-Bad Deal

{ Childe x GN!Reader }

{ Summary } Babysitting Childe has its ups and downs. Series Masterlist

{ Warnings } Swearing, Injury, Physical Intimacy, Mild Spice, PDA, Not Beta Read, Barely Proof Read.

{ Notes } Reader is implied to have commitment issues. Accidental flirting, because intentional flirting is awkward and hard. Didn't explicitly state what each breakfast item was, but they're based on popular Russian breakfast foods. Ahah, not me setting myself up for yet another part?? Masterlist

{ Word Count } 2,955

The sentiment of spending Childe's recovery with him being a simple endeavor was quickly thrown into the garbage when you were awakened before the sun had even begun to peek over the horizon to the sound of what you were sure was a break-in. Rolling out of the bed with your sword materializing in your hand was done entirely on instinct, you were still too groggy to have any proper thought. Stealthily exiting the room, you made your way to the source of the noise, the kitchen.

Needless to say, you were more than annoyed to find that the 'break in' was actually a familiar Harbinger making breakfast, tearing apart the kitchen in the process. Your sword dematerialized as you brought a hand up to massage your temples to ward off a headache. Childe was humming cheerily in the middle of the mess of ingredients and cookware, some of which you were certain had not been necessary to whatever it was he was making. There was no way that many bowls were necessary for any recipe.

The Snezhnayan flashed a bright grin when he saw you, but the gesture did nothing to ease the scowl that had settled onto your features. That didn't seem to dampen his mood in the least, he merrily continued preparing what appeared to be enough food to feed a lot more people than were currently occupying his apartment. Was he expecting a lot of company this morning?

"I thought we made a deal that involved you resting and not cooking enough to feed a small army at ass in the morning," you remarked, the sarcasm laid on thick enough to be dripping from each word. Much to your frustration, this only made him laugh as he turned the stove on.

"Well, I usually wake up early but this morning I had nothing to do since someone broke my bones. So, I decided to make a nice breakfast for my guest to enjoy with me," he responded with faux innocence, though there was laughter in his voice that easily gave him away. His words were still effective in making you feel a little guilty, so you wordlessly brought the dishes you were fairly certain he was done with to the sink and began washing them.

The two of you fell into a comfortable quiet after that, you were busy cleaning a mountain of dishes and Childe's focus was on frying a few eggs and cutting up a bowl of strawberries. You were mindful to stay out of the way as Childe cooked and he made an effort to set the cookware he was finished with beside the sink for you. The rhythm you two had quickly settled into felt startlingly domestic, something you reminded yourself not to like, and certainly not to get used to.

"Maybe I did make a little too much," the Harbinger muses somewhat sheepishly as he looks at the table he had just finished setting. It was without a doubt too much food for only two people, the table at risk of collapsing under the weight of it all. You could only nod in agreement.

"Your guard might appreciate a plate," you offered, as though one more person would make much of a difference against the mountain of food. You had to admit, everything did look delicious. The table was laid out with fried eggs, some porridge, a few sandwiches with sausage on them, what appeared to you to be some kind of crêpes, pancakes of some sort, the bowl of cut strawberries, and a kettle of tea. It would be no trouble finding people willing to eat the excess food.

"I suppose my subordinates deserve a nice breakfast," the redhead sighs dramatically, "They're lucky they have such a nice boss."

"Mhm, and if you ever fall out with the Fatui you could certainly find a job as a cook," you reply after sampling a forkful of his work. Living in Liyue had you more accustomed to chopsticks, but it was evident after going through Childe's kitchen that he did not own a pair. As a witness to his attempts at using them, you weren't very surprised by this finding. A fork was easy enough to figure out, anyway.

"I'm glad you like it," the redhead responds with a grin, quickly busying himself with his own plate. As he eats, he begins to talk about having similar breakfasts with his family in Snezhnaya. This turns into him recounting learning how to make these dishes with his mother and you quietly listen along, making the occasional comment and smiling fondly at his memories and the way he became more animated as he spoke about his family.

The sun had emerged by the time each of you had eaten what you could, and you cleared the plates while Childe ordered his guard to distribute the remaining food to his subordinates stationed in Liyue. You were halfway through cleaning the dishes when the Snezhnayan waltzed into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. He contented himself with watching, not bothering to even offer his assistance.

"I was thinking we should do something. I've been cooped up for too long. Maybe a casual hike up Mt. Aozang?" he suggested, causing you to pause in your ministrations and glance back at him with a raised brow. No hike up Mt. Aozang would be a casual one considering the terrain and potential enemies of the area.

"It's been less than a full day," you pointed out, "And, hm, what was it? Oh yeah, and you have a few broken ribs."

"What are a few broken ribs to a Fatui Harbinger?"

"It's a no, Childe," you firmly insisted, causing him to groan and mumble about you being a 'spoil sport'. It was easy enough to ignore him as you finished up with your small chore.

"I'm using your shower," you informed him once you turned away from the sink. He only hummed in response, still pouting against the counter. It was all you could do to not roll your eyes at his childish behavior.

"What am I even supposed to do for six weeks if I can't go out and fight things?" he whined, and this time you did roll your eyes.

"Well, maybe you can still improve your fighting," you mused, "Have you ever tried working on your strategy? Because that could definitely use some improvement."

The Harbinger huffed indignantly at your words, taking the mature route and sticking his tongue out at you as you left the kitchen to take a shower. He could pout to himself in the kitchen while you had a relaxing shower.

The apartment's bathroom was on the smaller side, but it was still easily workable and didn't feel at all cramped. You had brought with you your own toiletries, but that didn't stop you from poking around Childe's well-organized things out of curiosity. There wasn't anything of particular interest so you decided to just get cleaned up and figure out what to do for the day.

Leaving the bathroom wrapped in a towel and feeling refreshed, you made your way to the guest room to pull out something to wear for the day. You decided on something comfortable, it didn't seem like you'd be going out today anyways and if you did you could always change into something more suitable. After getting dressed and taking care of a few more things, you left the guest room in search of Childe.

It was a simple task finding the Harbinger, he was seated at the table flipping through the pages of a book. You were more than surprised to see it was a book on battle strategy, although you noted it was one focused on group tactics to be used in war organization. You supposed it shouldn't have been any great shock to find he had such books, considering his position as a Fatui Harbinger who was known for his knack for combat. But to actually find him taking your advice was not something you had expected.

"Finally done with your shower?" Childe asked, looking up from his reading, "Good, you were stinky."

His tone made it clear he was joking, and you gasped in mock offense. You both laughed at this, his cerulean eyes shining with amusement. You weren't sure you'd ever seen eyes more beautiful than his.

"Anyways, I was thinking we should go for a walk around the harbor and have a late lunch a Wanmin. Then we can just wander looking for stuff to do, or we could go out to that one boat. Or maybe Zhongli will be at the market and invite us for tea," Childe suggested, setting the book down on the table. You raised your brows at his 'plan'.

"It's been a long time since I've had any time off and I don't know what to do," he justified, crossing his arms over his chest. You only shook your head, smiling softly at his pout.

"Alright, I wouldn't mind a walk around the harbor, at least. Lunch at Wanmin sounds good too. We'll see what happens afterward," you conceded, watching his expression immediately brighten. Just a walk shouldn't be too strenuous, so you weren't terribly worried about his bones. Plus, you wouldn't be able to keep him in bed all day and this was a much better alternative to him going out and finding a fight.

"Let me just get changed into something more presentable."

It wasn't long before you were walking along the docks of the harbor with Childe. You were hand in hand with him, the redhead had grabbed your hand early on, intertwining your fingers with a cheeky grin. You didn't resist when he did this, comfortable with showing the small amount of affection even in public.

Looking out across the calm waters of the harbor, you couldn't help but think it matched the blue of the Harbinger's eyes. While he had an excellent poker face when necessary, Childe's eyes were often very expressive, allowing an easy read of his mood at a glance. Smiling fondly at the thought, you squeezed his hand gently before moving on.

The rest of the day progressed just as pleasantly, both you and Childe enjoying the sights of Liyue before getting lunch at Wanmin as he'd planned. After eating, you browsed the various stalls of Liyue's busy market, admiring the vast array of goods on display.

As the Snezhnayan had earlier predicted, you did meet Zhongli at the market and he did invite you two for tea. You wondered if he had planned it with Childe, but the polite man seemed entirely surprised to have encountered the both of you.

Tea with Zhongli turned out to be quite a lengthy endeavor, and you were rather exhausted by the end of it. He had recounted the history of Liyue well into the evening, in a way that reminded you of a professor during a lecture. It was Childe who was finally able to excuse the both of you, after several hours of education on the historic importance of Silk Flowers.

"Well, I did make a promise that I would rest, so I'm afraid we must be going."

"Ah, yes. It is always good to keep your promises," Zhongli agreed sagely, his words carrying a strange gravity. With polite goodbyes, you left with Childe to return to his apartment. The walk back was through darkness thanks to the hour, but the streets of Liyue were lit and there was still plenty of activity.

It was no surprise that both you and Childe were ready for bed by the time you made it through the door. He mumbled out a mostly unintelligible apology for how long tea with Zhongli had lasted before kissing the top of your forehead and disappearing into his room.

You stood in the hallways shocked by the affectionate gesture for a few seconds before deciding it would be best to just go to bed and forget about it. Surely the action was purely the result of exhaustion.

This time when you woke up the sun had already risen. Silently, you thanked Morax for not having to wake up to Childe's noisy breakfast-making. Even if his cooking was really good, without sleep you'd eventually become rather cranky, to put it lightly.

Exiting the spare bedroom, you found the Harbinger sprawled out on the couch looking through a stack of papers. You assumed it was Fatui business, something which you wanted nothing to do with at the moment. Maybe at another time, you would be interested in their secrets, but as of right now, they weren't really your problem.

"How are you feeling? In any pain?" you asked casually, making your way to the kitchen to retrieve some ice. Regardless of his answer, it was still advised to ice his side regularly.

"Mm, I'm fine. Took some of the medication earlier," he replied, most of his focus still on the documents in his hands. You briefly wondered how often it was that the Eleventh Harbinger did paperwork as opposed to fieldwork. You would have assumed he had a secretary or something for this kind of thing, though you supposed it made some sense for him to do it if he wasn't out in the field.

Leaving the kitchen with another makeshift icepack, you noticed he had set the papers down on the coffee table and draped an arm over his eyes. You raised a brow at this but didn't say anything as you placed the icepack on his side and sat on the couch where there was space beside his legs.

"I don't think I can last six weeks like this. I'm already dying of boredom," he confessed, raising his arm to see your response.

"I'm not sure I can last six weeks either," you replied snarkily. It seemed lost on him as he nodded in agreement before furrowing his brows and scowling at you. Realization.

"Hey, wait! What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, sitting up quickly and wincing at the resulting pain. You picked up the icepack that had slid down and pressed it against his side until one of his hands came up to hold it in place.

"It means I think sometimes you're a bit much," you laughed in response, ruffling his hair and causing his scowl to deepen. He swatted your hand away from his hair using his free hand, and you only smiled in amusement.

"I'll have you know I'm a fucking delight and you adore me," he asserted, staring you dead in the eyes with a challenging look. Now that he was closer, your eyes were drawn to the light smattering of freckles that crossed his nose and dusted both cheeks. From a distance, they weren't really visible, but now you could clearly see them.

"Mhm," you agreed absently, bringing a hand up to lightly cradle his jaw, swiping your thumb slowly across his cheek. It was only when he started leaning in that it dawned on you exactly what you were doing and how intimate it seemed. By the time his lips were pressed against yours, heat had risen to your cheeks and you were certain your face was a brilliant shade of scarlet. Luckily his eyes were closed so he couldn't see you in such a state, but you had a feeling he was able to feel the heat radiating off your cheeks.

Despite your flirtations having been unintentional, you didn't push Childe away. Instead, you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders and fell into the slow rhythm he had set. You heard the soft thump of something being tossed onto the coffee table, but you were distracted from that when his hands found your sides and he pulled you into his lap.

A soft breath left you when his lips moved down to your neck to place gentle kisses there. The featherlight touch had goosebumps raising across your skin and you were almost embarrassed by your body's reactions.

"Alright, maybe six weeks won't be too bad," Childe murmured against your neck and you could feel his smile. It made your heart flutter, you weren't sure you liked that.

"Oh, what made you change your mind?" you asked innocently, a hint of laughter in your voice.

"Mm, I wonder." His lips began trailing back up your neck and over your jaw until he sealed them over yours again. The drag of his tongue across your bottom lip had you opening your mouth for him without a thought. In response, he pulled you closer to him, one hand reaching up to tangle in your hair.

When he finally pulled away, he smirked at your flushed appearance and the fact you were a bit breathless. The way he looked at you made butterflies flutter in your stomach and when his ocean eyes dropped to gaze at your lips you felt the overwhelming urge to flee.

"I need to go. I want to get you some proper icepacks from Baizhu and I should probably do some grocery shopping for you," you blurted, standing up. His arms fell easily away from you, but he looked up at you with a surprised and what you thought might be a slightly hurt expression.

"Um, okay," was all he could say as you retreated to the guest room to get dressed in something more appropriate for going out in public. Changing didn't take very long and you made sure to bring Mora along as you fled the apartment with barely so much as a 'goodbye'. Childe was still sitting stunned on the couch as you breezed out the door.

Running away was always a good way to deal with your problems.

[wornoutmouse]

Deku cursing is so hard to write. Uraraka slander, I don't really hate her but this was needed. Cunt is such a funny word.

"Zuku are you ready?!" You call out as you put on your hoop earrings. You were going to a hero gala of sorts and of course you wanted to look your best.  "I think so y/n." 

Izuku walks out from the bathroom looking absoulutely scrumptious as he rolled up his dark green cuffs that matched perfectly with your green slit dress. You lick your lips as you trail your eyes down his form groaning when you get to his feet. "Really Deku, the red converse?!" He blushes, "I feel like it's very nostalgic to wear these shoes especially when we're seeing the others."

"Yeah well go be 'nostalgic' with those green bottom church shoes I got you in the closet." You rolled your eyes before fluffing your hair as you hum your way past Midoriya's whines of displeasure. 

When you arrive it's extravagant. Paparazzi are lining the outskirts trying to get even a pinch of an interview with a hero. "Puppy, stay here I'm going to go try to find the others!" Izuku yells over the noise as he heads towards the line of limousines arriving alongside the building.

 "Miss, "H/N, can i ask you a question!" A reporter calls out to you.

Judging by her shakiness and crooked glasses, she was a juvenile reporter. Feeling bad, you decided talking to her wouldn't hurt. "Sure what would you like to know?" The reporter fumbles through her notes elegantly ignoring the hateful glares coming from her peers. "Um, w-what is your take on the recent rumors, b-between pro hero Uravity and Deku?!" 

You hold your chin in thought, as far as you knew there were no rumors surrounding the two so maybe this is a new one that just barely breached the surface. "I'm sorry you're going to have to tell me this rumor dear." The reporter blushes at the term of endearment before fumbling with her notes once again. "I uh, according to a few eye witnesses, Pro-Hero Deku and Uravity were seen together late at night multiple times alone.

You laugh out loud scaring nearby people. "Oh really, are there any photo evidence of these meetups?" Outwardly one would think you were amused but they could tell by the way the blood drained from the thing reporters face that she realized that her new career depended on her proof. The other reporters had cleared away once the senior hero's arrived so it was just the two of you minus the civilians.

The clumsy girl fumbled with her phone and borderline dropped it from her sweaty grasps as she tried to keep her cool. 

Low and behold, there was a crystal clear photo of Deku and Uraraka walking into a park with big bright smiles on their faces. "Interesting.." you mutter squeezing the phone so tightly that it bursted. You blink before shaking it's remains from your hands.

 "Sorry about that hon," you pull out a few hundreds and toss them her. "Use this to buy yourself a new one." The reporter nods weakly and walks away clutching at her chest.

"Y/N!" Izuku calls out to you waving you over. Behind him is the rest of 1-A and next to him is....Uraraka. "Sup Bakuhoe." You say daping up Bakugo who only grunts in response. 

As you all go to walk in, Deku reaches for your hand but you quickly walk up to Shoji and start a miscellaneous conversation. "What's up four arms?" Shoji rolls his eye at you before slinging his webbed forearms around your shoulder.

From behind, Izuku purses his lips at the sight as Uraraka takes this as a chance to latch onto his and start a worthless conversation.

Inside the plaza, there are lights adorning the walls and ceilings creating a warm golden glow onto the various colors gliding across the floor as the hero's conversed below.

"Izuku honey can you go get me some wine?" You ask jutting out your bottom lip as you gesture to the table adorned with finger sandwiches and a river of chocolate. "Sure!" Izuku immediately perks up as he heads trip the table, Bakugo following close behind. 

"So...Y/N, you look nice!?" Ochako  starts up picking hesitantly at her nails. You swallow the distain and put a smile on your face once again. "How have you been Ochako, it's been a while since we've all seen each other." Momo clasped hey hands together, "It has hasn't it?! If someone would have told me hero work would be this time consuming, I would have second guessed my choices."

Todoroki shook his head, "No you wouldn't have." Suddenly pink arms wrap around your shoulders in a tight embrace, "Y/N!!! Heya g-friend!" You giggle as you feel a chin rub the top of your head. "Mimi you gon mess up my hair!" 

Mina laughs as she comes into your view, her vibrant pink skin blending with her red dress. "I see you girl, matching with your husband!" You tease watching her pink hue turn darker. "Your one to talk! Where's Katsuki anyways?" Your point to the wine table, shaking your head as Mina struts off. 

Moments later, Izuku walks over with two glasses of a clear alcohol. "So Y/N, anything new come up recently?" Ochaco asked poking at a small piece of cake settled on her plate. You gingerly take your glass from Izuku as he sits down next to you. "No I have not, why is there anything you'd like to share?" You stare at Ochaco over the rim of your glass as you sip.

Uraraka's eyebrow twitches slightly as she plasters on a tight smile. "No, not at all." 

From the corner of your eye you see Bakugo shift in his seat as the subtle hostility in the air gets thicker. "Aye nerd, come over here, I need to talk to you about something." Deku places his glass down and stands up oblivious of the situation as always.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Momo asked glancing from the two of you. "You know Y/N, usually in this stage of life, one would settle down with their…highschool sweetheart?" You bite the inside of your cheek at the comment. "Oh Uraraka you're so funny, just because Kaminari and Jiro are married doesn't mean we need to add well!" Momo chuckles softly. Under the desk you could feel her leg tapping rapidly from nerves. 

You down the rest of your drink and release your curled hair from it's bobby pins before turning to Ochaco. "Look sis, if you got something to say, say it." Uraraka giggles playfully, "All I'm saying is it's very strange that Deku seems to have so much free time that he's able to spend a lot of it with me all the while he had a.. loving(?) Girlfriend at home."

Shoji tensed in his seat and tried to make himself look smaller which was in no way an easy feat.

You clench the table sheet in your hands. "Is it getting darker in here?" Todoroki asked as he watched the small shadows in the room grow in size. "So, Uravity, what are you two doing during your alone time since you seem to have something to say?"

Ochaco smirked as her brown eyes darkened, "Oh a few things, but I don't think any of them are appropriate to discuss in a public place like this. Maybe it is where your from but not in Japan." 

Momo squeeked, "Uraraka that's so rude! Y/N you know she's only jesting, Deku would never do something like that"

The room had darkened considerably and the other guest had finally took noticed  including Deku and Bakugo who were talking in the most well lit part of the room. "It's about time she reacted." Bakugo said as Deku quickly shuffled back towards the table.

"Puppy?" You breathe shallowly glaring at Ochaco who gave you one last look before putting on a scared face. "Deku, I don't know what happened, she's freaking me out!" Izuku places a hesitant hand on your shoulder, "Y/N what happened." You close your eyes and stand up, "It's nothing, I think I'm ready to go home." 

You head to the car with anger in your heart as Izuku stays back to pay respect to the others. From any onlooker, you would think the end was near from the way shadows seemed to come out from the darkness and wrap around you as you headed towards the car. "Okay Y/N calm down." You say to yourself as you take out your keys. 

"Puppy." Izuku mumbles sliding his hands around your waist, gently burying his face into your neck. "What's wrong?" You grunt shrugging your shoulders, "Get off." Deku releases you after placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "You can't avoid me."

You both get into the car and sit in silence as he drove. "What have you been doing with Uraraka?!" You say staring ahead. "What do you mean?" 

"Why are there pictures of your an Ochaco floating around in less than appropriate places?!" Izuku glances at you and sighed, "Nothing puppy, Uraraka has just been asking to spar with me."

"Then why didn't you tell me?!" You yelled slightly making Deku swerve a bit. "I...I didn't think it was important?" Your roll your eyes, "You had me clueless and stupid." Was all you said before you got out the car. Deku got out to follow you but his phone suddenly rang, "Who is that Ochaco? Go ahead and answer since you have so much time for her." 

"Puppy it's not like that!" You slam the door in his face and head to the room.

Moments later Deku walks in  but you ignore him. "Puppy?" You remain silent "Puppy I'm sorry for not telling you, I didn't think you'd care." You whine into the sheets turning your head away. 

"That was Momo, she told me what happened. It's not true…what Uraraka said" 

You didn't reply but you lifted your head to look at him "I'm not speaking to you." His eyebrows furrowed as he walks behind you. 

*Thwap!*

You lurch forward as a hand comes to grab your ass cheek. "Huh?" Deku crawls up and straddles your thighs while gently massaging your lower back. "Want me to make it up to you puppy?" Izuku asked, kissing the back of your neck sucking lightly. "You looked so good at the party that I was jealous." You moan softly as teeth sink into your neck, "You let Shoji touch you but not me? That hurt puppy." 

A soft hand trails up the expanse of your leg where your dress split open. "Zuku?" You feel something hard press into the curve of your ass. "I wanna make you feel good puppy, forget about the rumors."

You find yourself turning around with Deku settled in between your opened legs. Your dress had rode up your legs so Izuku took this as an opportunity to press kisses to your lower stomach and naval. You huff Izuku pressed kisses on your face, "Will you forgive me?" Two hands take hold on your thighs and pull you forward. "Or will I have to make you?"

Deku kisses you, accidently clinking your teeth together making you grunt. You trail your fingers through his hair drinking his moans with your mouth. You pull Izuku further into the bed as you switch positions opting to straddle him instead. "I wanna be on top."

Deku licked his lips as he gazed hungrily at your breasts. You pull the dress over yourself sighing as your chest fall out, bra-less. "Y-You were walking around in nothing Puppy!?" Deku asked, face flushed as he took in all the bare skin displayed in front of him. "Well I was thinking of doing something naughty while we were at the party anyways." You reply, looking at Deku with lidded eyes as you played with your hardened nipples.

Izuku leaned forward and took your nipple into his mouth sucking lightly on your bud making you toss your head back. "Your so perverted puppy."

By now Deku was extremely hard as you rocked yourself back on his unclothed length, when that happened, you have no clue.. "Sit in my cock puppy, I need you so bad!" 

You reach behind yourself and grab Izuku's dick, positioning it below yourself. Izuku moans softly as you side down slowly making him sheath snuggly inside of you. It took all l the strength in his body not to thrust completely inside of you.

You rock slowly trying to adjust to the feeling of fullness. Izuku may be shy in the streets but the length of his dick was not. "You're so fucking warm." He growled, wrapping his arms around your waist before thrusting once, pushing the rest of himself inside of you. You whine as your nails unapologetically scratch the curve of Izuku's back.

Contrary to popular belief, Deku was a slut for pain and the feeling of your nails breaking through his skin only edged him more as he suckled dark bruises onto your right breast praying you'd adjust soon. He trails his hands down your sides before coming back to grip your ass in-between his hands.

You trail your hands down your stomach and rub soothing circles into your clit. Izuku watches closely as your face contorted from pleasure while you made yourself feel good. Each flick of your fingers made your cunt clench on his dick as it twitched inside you.

Izuku rolls his hips purposefully up into you, making your breath hitch as it slowly exits your body before slamming back in. 

Soon you'ry both breathing heavily and Izuku is using his full quirkless strength to lift you up and slam you back down on his cock. "Fuck you feel to damn good!" You wrap your arms around his shoulders as your body bursts with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum, make me cum Izuku!"

Deku lays back a bit and watches your boobs bounce with the force of his thrusts. "You gonna cum? Then cum puppy!" You arch your back as Izuku's thrust turned frantic and rhythmless. The sound of his balls hitting your ass was hilarious yet sexy as his fingertips would briefly light up with green sparks, shocking your nerves every time. 

The room was filled with a series of 'fucks' and 'so close' as you used your little bit of strength to bounce on his cock. You trembled from the overstimulation as Izuku cums inside of you, filling you up so much that you could feel it deep inside your womb.

You roll off of Deku and he immediately pulls you towards him in a loving embrace. "M'sorry for not telling you Y/N, i won't do it again, promise." He mumbled into your hair which had miraculously survived your seat inducing activities. To your left, Deku's phone rings and the name Ochaco flashes before you. Izuku was already snoring softly behind you so seeing this as an opportunity, your answer it.

"Hello? Deku?" You hum softly as to not give away your identity. "How did it go with Y/N? I feel so sorry that she embarrassed you in front of everyone like that… You know if you ever want to talk about it, my door is always open." 

You growled and opened your mouth to tell her off but a hand, soft but firmly, removes the phone from your hand. "Uraraka, I think it's best if we maintain a professional relationship from now on." From the other line you could faintly hear sputtered responses, "What do you mean, I-I was just trying to help and-" Izuku gently grips the bridge of his nose, "Shut up and don't lie to me, I don't want you near me or my family, now excuse me while I cuddle with my freshly fucked wife." 

You slap your hands over your mouth in shock and laughter as Izuku hangs up the phone without further response. Izuku smiled softly before rolling over on top of you, "Oh, you're not off the hook yet puppy, keep laughing and I'll put that mouth of yours to use next.