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msbigredmachine · 18 days ago

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Cheat Meal (Roman Reigns)

The OTC is hungry for a whole lot more than just good food.

Pairing: Roman Reigns/Black fem OC

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Based off Roman's TikTok where he complains about his diet😂

Enjoy!

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gif by @romanreigns

He shoves the last tiny piece of broccoli in his mouth and dumps the plate in the sink with a resigned sigh. The ‘breakfast’ will barely register inside his stomach but it’s the price he must pay to be in the shape he’s currently in, the best he’s ever been in. Even if it makes him miserable and slightly cranky until it’s time for his next bland meal in another couple of hours.

Retreating to his bed at the back of the bus, Roman checks the time as he waits patiently for his wife to return from the diner across the road so they can head on to their next destination. They’re already running behind schedule with a near two-hour drive still to go. More excruciatingly, he’ll have to deal with the smell of greasy, albeit delicious food that he can’t even look at, let alone eat.

Minutes later, the sound of her perennially cheery voice floats through the air, followed by the driver thanking her for her generosity, having bought him his own breakfast. As the bus restarts its journey, the bedroom door slides open, and Roman does a double take. The yoga pants and tank top he swore he saw her exit the bus in has been replaced with one of his old t-shirts. Nothing else. The outline of her nipples betray her lack of brassiere and that fat, juicy ass of hers jiggles with every step she takes as she places a tray full of food on the dressing table, the small bedroom instantly filling with the aroma of a hearty breakfast.

“Sorry babe, I had to wait a little bit for my milkshake,” Elise explains, piling pancakes onto a porcelain plate. “Have you eaten?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Baby, this is not how you were dressed when you left,” he points out, soaking her in as he sits up against the headboard.

Elise giggles and settles down on the edge of the bed next to him. One glance at the contents of her plate - buttermilk pancakes smothered in butter and honey, a couple of sausage links and two thick strips of bacon - has Roman salivating. “That diet is really fucking with your head, babe,” she jokes, as he rolls his eyes. “I’ve changed into something comfier. All the better to eat my comfort food with.”

“Why you ain’t eating in the kitchen, then? You just gotta fucking tempt me, huh?” He’s not sure which one he’s talking about anymore; the food or her appearance. She looks good enough to eat every time, but she looks amazing either dressed down or in next to nothing. Like now.

Of course, nothing at all is his absolute favorite.

“Cuz I wanna share it with you. Sorry but I don’t have your discipline. Just a day on that dry ass, rabbit food ass diet of yours would fuck me up,” Elise gripes. “And don’t get me wrong. I’m so proud of you and what you’ve done with your body. You look carved from damn marble. But you’ve lost hella weight and it’s making your big ears stick out." She pouts. "I kinda miss my thick neck Daddy. There was more of him to climb.”

“You still climb me with zero problems. And I can’t eat this stuff. You know that,” he laments.

“You say that while you eye-fuck my bacon.” She picks up her fork, cuts into a pancake and daintily takes a bite before moaning in delight. The warm fluffiness of the pancake, the rich, sweet honey, the smoothness of the butter, all come together in her mouth, textures and flavors melding together as she chews and swallows. "Mmm, this is soooo good," she gushes.

Roman grits his teeth and growls sullenly, “I hate your ass right now.”

“You’re making me feel bad.” Carefully balancing the plate in her grasp, she shifts around and straddles him, and he hisses at the way her ample backside seats flush on his crotch. Sure enough, she has no underwear on. “Daddy, have breakfast with me. You need to eat more. A couple of bites won’t hurt.”

Roman sighs heavily, smoothing his hands along her thick thighs that complement the rest of her thick body. “You know damn well I can’t say no to you when you call me Daddy.” It’s not a lie either. Three kids in three years and a closet full of Birkins, Louboutins and many other luxuries are proof of this.

Elise muses over her plate and selects one of the large strawberries topping the pancakes. “Let’s start with something sweet.” She offers it to him, seeing him relax upon realizing it’s something relatively healthy. “Eat,” she instructs.

Roman opens his mouth obediently, closing his eyes as the juice bursts on his tongue, some of it dribbling down his bearded chin. Elise grins as he moans in satisfaction, and she makes him eat the rest, his full lips streaked red from the fruit. Cheekily, she places her own lips on his, tasting the flavor for herself, and smiles triumphantly as he makes a surprised sound but deepens the kiss anyway, cupping the back of her neck to hold her against him.

“Oh, it’s like that?” he asks when she pulls away, light panting punctuating the air between them. His eyes sparkle with lust. “Thought you were only feeding me.”

“I’m multitasking.” Kissing him again, she stabs the fork into another piece of pancake, dipping it in honey and feeding it to him. She loves to do this. It’s her favorite form of intimacy. Her love language, if you will. Taking care of him, pampering him. Her gestures never fail to stir his heart, as well as other parts of his anatomy. “My sweet baby. Feel better? You’re not hungry anymore?” she teases him several bites after.

“Nope. Not for pancakes anyway,” he says. The words are cryptic and shrouded in mystery, that’s until his hand slips between her thighs. At her sharp, indrawn breath, he smiles darkly, flattening his palm so that he firmly cups her sex. “There’s another…delicacy…I wanna feast on.”

Her husband is insatiable for her. Always has been, and she loves it. Feeling desired and wanted by such a beautiful, high-value man like him does wonders for her self-esteem and their marriage. But after one passionate, bed-rocking round earlier this morning and little food fueling him, she would think his energy is depleted. “Baby, you should rest,” she tries to reason, but he’s adjusting her already, forcing her to put her food away on the nightstand.

“I’ll rest after you come in my mouth,” is his curt, yet loaded answer. And just like that, her resolve is reduced to ashes.

He scoots his big self down the bed until she is seated on his face. Elise barely has time to collect herself when his calloused hands scrape her thighs and clutch her hips to hold her in place. Her body jerks as his tongue finds her folds in record time, lapping greedily. Heat instantly washes over her with a wave of nerves and lust as he works her with that unmatched skill that brings her to surrender. In mere seconds, she is lost in the pleasure, her pussy dripping from a mix of her juices and his saliva, all of it slurped up by his talented tongue.

"Fuck, Roman…” she moans, squirming on his face, her body ablaze. He’s so damn good at this shit, it’s damn near unfair. It feels like her whole pussy is in his mouth as he licks and sucks to his heart's desire. He tightens his arms around her thighs, his massive hands prying her open for further onslaught. The warmth of his breath, the prickle of his beard, his moans against her sensitive flesh has her mind spinning, prompting her to rock her hips in rhythm with his circling tongue, grabbing her breasts through her t-shirt for added stimulation. Her entire being hums with anticipation as her orgasm builds and builds. “Ro, I'm...I…oh fuck, Daddy,” she gasps, unable to string a simple sentence together in the state of bliss she’s in.

But of course, her husband knows exactly what she wants. What she needs. To give it to her, he works harder, incorporating his nose and chin, gliding them back and forth along her wetness, buoyed by the quiver of her thighs as he sends her over the edge. The explosion of her body is of seismic proportions, and Elise slaps her hand over her mouth to muffle her scream, bucking, writhing, whining as pleasure consumes her whole.

She’s still reeling as Roman carefully lifts her off his face and drags her back down. His mouth captures hers with a dizzying urgency, exchanging the sweet tanginess of her arousal. They lick and suck hungrily on each other’s tongues, his hand reaching up to curl around her throat making her pussy spasm with need, so much so that her essence begins to smear the center of his gray sweatpants. Roman looks down at her mess with a proud, arrogant smile, and he lifts his hips just enough to pull the stained pants down his legs and kick them off. He strokes his dick, long, thick and hard, for a few seconds before guiding it inside her.

“Get this dick, baby, c'mon,” he orders, his low, gruff command sending yet another tremble through Elise that he both hears and feels as her breath catches. They moan together as she sinks lower onto him, balancing herself with her hands on his bare, muscular chest. Her hips roll back and forth, grinding on him, keeping him pinned to the sheets while she chases down their collective pleasure.

He fucking loves it when she’s on top. It allows him a holistic view of the body he's been obsessed with since the day they first met. His big hands roam her front, relieving her of her t-shirt so he can properly idolize her breasts, so plump and pillow-soft as he massages them, gleeful at the way her nipples harden from his touch. He then travels south to grab her ass, enjoying the round, supple cheeks flexing against his palms as she rides him. He grips each one possessively and proceeds to lift her up and down on him, bouncing her on his throbbing erection.

“Fuuuuck...”

“Nah, you can take it. And not too loud now, we don’t need the driver hearin’ us again, hmm?” Roman taunts, squeezing her left cheek and spanking it hard, earning a yelp from her. His eyes are blown as he studies the expressions on her beautiful face. “My fine ass, sexy ass wife. Climb me like only you can, baby,” he encourages her with soft moans of his own.

Falling forwards, Elise tucks her face into her man’s neck, her breathy kisses warming his skin as she manages to maintain the pace he’s set for her. He’s so deep inside her, nearing her cervix it feels like, the sweet sensations amplified by their chests pressed together, his large hands caressing her with so much love and care and reverence while talking her through it with his deep, husky voice and dirty words. Years together and their lovemaking is still as earth-shattering as their first time, and she appreciates it more than he’ll ever know.

Roman kisses every part of her his mouth can reach, reveling in her increasing moans as he angles his hips, keeping his dick buried in the ocean of her cunt. “Leese, you feel so fuckin’ good…” he groans on her shoulder, licking the butterfly tattoo etched on her skin, “Damn, baby, I could stay inside you like this all day…”

Elise tries to agree with him, but her jaw drops when he bucks up into her without warning, his hands planted on her ass holding her down to take every inch of him. The depth, the intensity and precision of his strokes render her speechless. Her eyes roll back as his lips find her nipples, suckling the swells of her heavy breasts, the wet smacking sounds of his hungry mouth and her gushy pussy sounding around the bedroom. The shit is so good that neither wants it to end, more than content to just remain on the bus and fuck all day long.

"Daddy," she whines, her fingers sliding over the back of his hair, tangling in the long, soft locks as she locks hazy gazes with him. His brows are furrowed, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth; telltale signs that he’s close, just like she is. "Oh baby, I'm gonna come again..." she whimpers.

"Yeah? Is my girl about to nut?" Roman asks, grasping her chin and brushing their lips together. "Gimme that nut, beautiful. Soak Daddy’s dick with your wet ass pussy," he goads her with another kiss, another smack on her backside that makes her ride him harder. Her pupils are dark and dilated with desire, reflecting the passion he’s feeling. He wraps his huge arms around her middle, and pushing up on his heels, he accelerates, fucking her faster, thrusting deeper, until her moans dissolve to broken, breathless cries as she trembles on top of him. Her walls milk his dick greedily and trigger his own release. Roman’s groans and curses fill the room, his body shuddering too as he empties his load, filling her to the brim.

With a soft whine, Elise melts on her husband’s heaving body, both parties spent but immensely sated. An eternity passes before either move, Elise reaching over Roman’s prone frame to grab a piece of bacon and pop it into his mouth.

“Good? There's more if you want,” she asks, watching him chew on it.

Roman sighs contentedly and rests his head on the pillow. “Mm-hmm. That's another couple added minutes on the treadmill though.”

Elise giggles and snuggles up against her action figure of a husband. “You’ll be fine. And you’re perfect to me already, by the way,” she assures him.

THE END

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sh1-n0bu · 2 years ago

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This anon know what is good, i guess i never make a ask so i'm doing now. Can u do that concept with any character (and mc of course) , may a hybrid? Idk, sorry if is confuse, a lil nsfw maybe?

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✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 ✿

characters: cat!6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: fluff!!!! fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff! also modern au!

notes: wanted to take a break from writing smut and take inspiration from my own fluffy bby for this one. also @junerixi , simping for only one☝️anemo boy is an illness. i hope you recover soon😚 honkai:star rail ver can be read here!

art by Mechodes on twt

oh gods

a menace

a complete menace i say

you know that thing cats do? when they just keep a direct eye contact with you as their little fluffy paw slowly pushes your potted plant or a cup full of drink to the edge of the table while you watch hopelessly bc your hands are dirty or busy doing smt?

yeah, it’s the 5th time the flower shop owner is seeing you this week and your wallet is crying

it’s almost as if you two were sworn enemies in your past life and scaranya is out for blood

doesn’t have that much of a zoomie episodes but when he does oh boy

you better retreat into a safe place but even then you’re not safe from scaranya’s terrifying zoomie powers

he’s literally running and jumping around everywhere

the table, on top of the fridge, the curtains, on top of the washing machine, your little bookshelf - everywhere

scaranya is such a little shit (affectionately)

his preferred way of waking you up is faking puking noises and when you throw your covers off and literally zoom into the living room, he gives you a look as if saying “finally awake, you silly human slave”

sometimes he even jumps on top of your chest harshly but that’s only used if you’re oversleeping with your alarm clock snoozed for the past 20 minutes and you’re running late to work

despises baths with a burning passion

if you’re taking him anywhere a large body of water is, he’s trashing around, kicking, hissing, biting, scratching - the whole pack

after a successful bathing time, with added new scratch marks on yourself, he would not approach you until you fall asleep

after you have fell asleep, he would quietly approach your sleeping figure and give small, shy licks to the angry red scratches he caused as if apologizing for being so aggressive

hates rainy days too, especially the ones with thunder and lightning

jumps up 5 ft into the air if a thunder strikes and runs into your lap, shaking small body curling into himself with all of his cockiness and pride out the window

scaranya appreciates you greatly but he’s just a bit too bad at communicating and so he shows his affection by lapping up the scratches he gave you

“scaranya, aren’t you gonna go out to the back garden and play with the rest? it’s nice outside today”

hmph! what do you mean by play with the rest of the cats? he’s a royal! he’s superior! scaranya has never heard of such bullshit befor- oh! a bird! must. catch!

scaranya and miao gets into fights sometimes and whenever you separate them, scaranya goes to sulk in the corner of the house silently

until you go over to him with a sigh and pick him up gently, he doesn’t even resist - just choosing to simply curl his tail around your wrist

a solid 9/10 kitty if he would just stop being a tsundere

art by Mechodes on twt

miao acts more like a guard dog than a cat sometimes

the smallest out of all the kitties yet also the strongest one. honestly the sheer amount of times miao has taken down a wild dog 10 times his size just keeps giving you more and more heart attack

doesn’t get zoomies, if anything he stops the other kitties’ zoomies if they go a bit too far - which most of the times escalate into scaranya and miao fighting

cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting

a sweet baby

miao’s preferred way of waking you up is to silently sit on your side of the bed and stare until you get that feeling of being watched and wake up to 2 piercing yellow eyes just staring holes into your soul

yes, you have yelled and fell off of your bed many times due to that

you found little miao at a dark alleyway, covered in blood and barely on the brink of death with his tiny paws twitching constantly

grew up malnourished on the streets with his 4 siblings dying out one by one, so due to that miao’s body is very small and he’s extremely territorial with you - his one and only sweet human

always leaves his scent on you by rubbing his head around your ankles

miao is indifferent when it comes to taking a bath, unlike scaranya, and he can be very obedient as well

when rubbing soap into his legs and washing his paws he would stretch out his limbs to make it easier for you to wash him - anything to lessen the load of his favorite human

he also seems to like your co-worker, zhongli a lot

one time you came home with zhongli due to a deadline of a great project coming closer and upon seeing him, miao immediately jumped into his lap, purring lowly, rubbing his head on zhongli’s hand

yes your heart broke at the betrayal and yes miao apologized with a dead rat in his mouth

but if it’s any other guests you’re bringing home, then miao would either get on top of the fridge and simply watch or hiss at the guest

oddly likes being in high places

one time, you made him a small necklace-collar thingy out of a few pearls and he wears that with pride, chest puffed out (a replica of his necklace)

loves sleeping on the lower parts of your bed at night. it’s soft, fluffy and he can keep an eye on you and keep you safe so it’s a win-win in miao’s book

“miao-miao, do you wanna come with me to the back garden to pick up the tomatoes?”

before you can even finish your question he’s already at the back door, staring at you expectantly with his tail thumping slowly against the floorboards

thanks to miao and kazunya your house will never get any bugs, roaches or mouses inside

if feeling incredibly vulnerable and soft, miao paws at your arm to ask for pets bc he just needs the comfort of his favorite human

literally a 9/10 kitty if he would just change his way of waking you up

art by ayon🌿 on twt

heinya is another little shit (affectionately)

he likes to cause trouble and drama here and there

also really enjoys spilling tea to you

it doesn’t matter if you’re waking up and is still groggy or just coming in through the front door, back from work - heinya is spilling all the drama of the shows he watched on the tv while you were away or the different birds he saw through the window - meowing away at you excitedly

another helpful hand

if you’re coming back from grocery shopping then heinya can take some of the smallest and lightest bagged things and dragging them to the kitchen alongside miao, kazunya and nyaether

heinya’s preferred way of waking you up is to make biscuits - you know that cute thing cats do with their paws squishing at their favorite spot over and over - on your stomach or lower back or! he just meows besides your ear over and over until you eventually wake up

the perfect alarm - heinya

he’s such a sweet baby

and heinya really likes watching real life crime documentaries for some reason

at first when you found this out, you couldn’t help but think heinya is going to murder you in your sleep but soon you realized he just loves crime related things

and bc he like crime related things, you bought heinya a cute spy glass shaped squeaky toy

when getting the zoomies, heinya decides to bite and kick at the spy glass shaped squeaky toy - making the toy let out squeaks at every little kick

heinya enjoys spending time outdoors, sniffing at the different scents wafting in the air, tracking down all different sorts of footsteps and paw marks with great interest - you sometimes wonder if heinya was a detective in his past life

loves to bring you all sorts of interesting things he found - an old ripped part of a newspaper article, a weirdly shaped leaf, a flower he has never seen before, a half bitten chicken still warm - wait where’d he get this?

loves to sleep using your hand as a pillow my cat does that to me so rip bc you have been captured by the amazing detective heinya and you won’t be moving for hours on end, let’s hope you had a nice snack and a toilet break beforehand

chose to wear the smooth, black satin you tied around his neck as a collar - either bc he loves to wear soft things or he just loves it bc you gave it to him

heinya is an incredibly affectionate kitty, always meowing for you for pets, cuddles and perhaps his favorite soft wet food? he’s been really good!

doesn’t really mind taking baths as well, if anything he uses this opportunity to shake bubbles everywhere!

for some reason, also loves to groom your hand. maybe it’s just something your kitties all share?

overall another solid 9/10 kitty, if you don’t mind being splashed with water and bubbles while bathing him

art by @bbadtime on tumblr

kazunya, me beloved

literally an angel, how could you ever be mad at him even as he took a whole bite out of your potted plants’ leaf?

another kitty that loves staying in high places like miao and stay outdoors like heinya

joins miao on his duty to cleanse the land house through slaughter bug hunting from time to time

a lazy, sweetheart of a cat that loves to sleep on warm places and the sunlight - you literally had to buy a window sling just for him to nap under the sunlight

another helpful hand!

will drag the lightest and smallest bagged things to the kitchen whenever you come back from grocery shopping - more so if it’s cat food

isn’t a picky eater but sometimes, just sometimes, prefers food with fish in it’s ingredients

kazunya is mostly tasked to wake you up by the other kitties bc he’s the sweetest

wakes you up by purring and snuggling with your face, neck, hands - anything just you in general

soon enough, the small fluff purring and cuddling you wakes you up and as a reward for waking up, kazunya gives you a small kiss - a lick to the tip of your nose - making you laugh

doesn’t meow a lot, only when he has to or if it’s an emergency such as the litter boxes not being cleaned, the food trays being empty etc

always gives you a kazunya kiss as a thank you

a gentle baby, even to the guests

whenever a guest comes over to your house, they always gush about the cute white cat with a small red streak in his fur

kazunya doesn’t get zoomies. even if he does it’s rare like only once a week

always grooms himself to keep himself clean, not to mention his white fur sparkling as well

surprisingly enjoys bath times, would even suggest you to bathe him by tugging on your sleeve then pointing to the bathroom with his fluffy paw!

however there’s just one thing that kazunya does that makes you shiver

it’s that he always, always! brings you dead animals or bugs. birds, rats, mouses, cockroaches, crickets - anything that he managed to hunt - he brings over to you with his tail swishing happily behind him

it’s considered a gift in cat language, you know that! but it’s just a bit dirty especially if he brings over different bugs. the rats, mouses and birds you can handle but the bugs brrr

one time, kazunya proudly brought you a dead wolf spider as you held back a tear and a screech, deciding to take his gift with a forced smile

you never recovered from that

a 10/10 kitty if he would just stop bringing you dead spide - kazunya is that a mf dead tarantula in your mouth?

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

another best kitty!

a sweet kitty that never complains!

helpful, never complains, never picky with his food - a literal angel

however sometimes nyaeather disappears randomly, coming back after a day or so

he always seems to be searching for something - his twin - you soon found out, by registering him and getting his pet password

and so you decided to help him reunite with his twin by putting up posters, articles, news on the internet, tv, radio - anything to make nyaether happy

after a whole half year of dedication and endless search, nyaether’s twin was finally found!

turns out the person who adopted nyaether’s twin was your co-worker, dainsleif, the quiet and mysterious tall man

after talking to him about the situation of the twin kitties, you both have come to an agreement to let the kitties have a play date once a week

when the day of the first play date has arrived an someone knocked on your door, your kitties gave you a confused look

upon taking nyaether in your arms, you walked over to the front door before unlocking it and letting dainsleif inside. as the blond man placed down the catbag and opened it, from inside stepped out a cute, similarly blonde furred kitty with a baby blue colored collar

upon seeing the kitty, nyaether jumped out of your arms and tackled his twin. cuddling her and licking at her face with a teary eyes - you and your co-worker dainsleif couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable situation

since then nyaether had made a silent oath to always be beside you and be your best kitty! you have done a lot for him by helping him reunite with his twin - nyumine - so he would do anything in his power to lessen your load!

nyaether’s preferred way of waking you up is by giving a gentle meow beside your ear and give your cheek three kisses - repeat the process on the other side until you eventually giggle and wake up

another kitty that doesn’t mind taking baths! however he just prefers the water to have a bit of bubbles to soothe his nerves

likes to sleep in your arms since he has separation anxiety like scaranya - due to the incident with his twin

“nyaether, keep the others in check okay? i’m going out on a quick grocery shopping!”

“myaaa!”

such a sweet baby🥹

his meows are higher pitched and not full “meow” like kazunya or miao’s instead it’s a short “myaa!”

a solid 11/10 kitty. highly recommend, get yourself a nyaether today!

art by os_Amaniwa on twt

a little shit AND a menace (affectionately)

very hyper too! sometimes you wonder if nyenti has ADHD but in cat version

it’s like he’s always in his zoomie mode as if to make up for having 2 kitties that barely has zoomies - which are miao and kazunya

his affectionate attitude doesn’t help as well

twirling, rubbing himself on your lap, hand, bageling his way around you - he’s always sticking close to you 24/7

one time as nyenti was rubbing himself on your hand while you were working on your computer for an important document, he tripped and fell on your keyboard - deleting your entire progress of work with a “myeeew!”

yes, you cried that night

unlike heinya, nyenti doesn’t really enjoy being outdoors - he just prefers to stay on your lap, lazily bathing in the sun - as he sometimes meows with heinya about some dramas

another kitty that loves to spill the tea to you

him and heinya meows your ears off with the things they have seen, watched, witnessed and heard - sometimes even adding some dirt on the other kitties such as kazunya eating leaves from your potted plants, scaranya sleeping on your hoodie bc he missed you, miao destroying the pantry during his duty to cleanse the land etc etc etc

nyenti’s preferred way of waking you up is to play with your hair. whether it be grooming at your hair, playing with them, tugging on the ends gently - it doesn’t matter which form - as long as nyenti wakes you up, that’s all

he also doesn’t do much hunting either, preferring to watch from the sidelines as the others chase some bugs and small animals they found

for some odd reason nyenti likes you to put flowers on top of his head or a flower shaped charms as a collar - his most favorite and preferred one being the white lily

cut the flower's bud and place it on top of nyenti upside down like it's a cone hat and nyenti would give you the biggest, affectionate "myew!" while rolling around on the ground, showing you his tummy

a sweet kitty if he would just stop being a little zoomie induced shit

nyenti is another kitty that hates taking baths

doesn't react as aggressive as scaranya but he likes to yell his defiance a lot and i mean a lot

overall, a solid 8.5/10 kitty if he would just stop meowing loudly in your ears everytime you take him for a bathtime, making you more and more deaf

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liketheletter-l · 2 months ago

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31 and donatello plsssss - rem

cursed/turned into an animal

HAD A TON OF FUN WITH THIS ONE HEHEHEHE

no trigger warnings, just obscenely sappy twins

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“Leo, stop laughing at him.”

Leo does not stop, because every time he looks at the tiny, fluffy, angry kitten that was his twin brother two minutes ago, he like physically CAN’T handle it. He’s been laughing for those entire two minutes and he’s getting a little lightheaded.

“Sorry, sorry,” Leo wheezes, tears streaming down his face.

Raph pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re not sorry.”

“I’m not sorry, look at him.” The kitten Donatello skitters backwards on the sofa and hisses at him. Leo opens his hands and makes kissy noises. “C’mere Tello-lello, don’t you want a snuggle?”

Donnie makes a swipe for his face, claws out, but Leo dances backwards with his super fast ninja reflexes. Donnie tries to scratch Leo even when he’s not a cat, so it’s pretty par for the course.

Leo spreads his hands innocently. “Come onnn.”

“Leo,” Raph says, exasperated, probably envisioning Donnie taking Leo's eye out. “You can't tease him the whole time.”

“You have no idea how long I can tease someone,” Leo says haughtily. “But for real. I promise I'm not gonna hurt you, D. Just hoping to help with some data collection.” The data being: are those tiny fluffy ears really as soft as they look? Can we get a cuteness rating on the little toe beans, a standard ten scale, please?

Leo reaches out a hand for Donnie to sniff, which he bites immediately and mercilessly. OW. Okay. That one's fair. An acceptable sacrifice. Leo scoops the tiny kitten into his arms. Donnie meows angrily at him, high and shrill, probably scared. But Leo is an expert in Donatello and this is no sweat.

“Look, you’re okay, D.” Leo puts his hand on Donnie’s back, the fragile, shivering thing in his arms. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Promise.”

Donnie meows again, weaker. Leo’s not a monster. He knows it must be scary to be suddenly so small and so vulnerable. Earlier Donnie was backed into the corner, hissing, in full panic mode.

Leo tucks Donnie under his chin and hums, trying to convey incredibly warm and soft vibes. The gushy stuff, the sort of embarrassing sappy shit he would N-E-V-E-R say out loud even with a gun to his head, the I would die for you thing and the you’re safe with me I promise thing. Maybe one time when they were eight, Donnie found Leo hiding under his bed during a thunderstorm, and he crawled in there with him and rested his head on Leo’s shoulder, a flashlight and a book with too many big words for Leo to really understand but what he did understand was that his twin was there and he was safe.

“I’ve got you,” Leo says, so softly he has plausible deniability. Donnie brushes against his chin and Leo can feel his little heartbeat slowing under the feather-soft fur. Really really quietly, he starts purring.

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sun-kissy · 2 months ago

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stars & spaghetti | r.b.

a/n: here i go again, not taking a break 😭 i swear i just needed to write this! thank you @lovemenotts for encouraging me to post it 🫶 i love you lily

tw: eating disorder recovery

Regulus knows where to find you, but he also knows better than to act like he was looking for you with two bowls of food in hand.

“Hey.”

You almost jump at the sound of his voice. You turn around from where you’re sitting on the porch, giving him a small smile. “Hi.”

His heart drops a little when he sees your face, with your sunken eyes and tired expression.

“I didn’t realize you were home already. Did you come through the back?”

He hums an affirmative, sitting down next to you on the steps leading out the house.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as you slouch onto the railing on your left, blankly staring out at the road. “How’s your day been?”

Regulus casually twirls his fork into the spaghetti in his bowl before bringing it to his mouth. Maybe he believes he’s being slick, you think, but it’s obvious that he’s got twice his usual serving.

“Today’s been fine, yeah. Just busy. How was work?”

He nods in response, “Good, actually. Mark finally sent me the files I needed to get that huge contract signed, and —” He presses his fork into the pasta again, but this time brings it up to your mouth (hoping you’re too distracted to mind).

His heart drops and how instantly you swerve backwards, almost crashing into the step behind you.

“Reg,” it comes out as a betrayed hiss. You take a shaky exhale before sitting back upright. “I don’t want any; I’ve eaten dinner already.”

“Have you?”

“Yes, I —“

“Then why’s the kitchen completely clean?”

Regulus never takes a harsh tone with you, and he wasn’t going to start now. There’s nothing but quiet, genuine concern in the way he asks. Guilt claws at the back of your throat anyway.

It was one of your worse days; thoughts of excessive calories and not having worked out being all you could think about. You’d stared at yourself in the mirror for what seemed like hours, cursing every flaw of your body and wondering why me.

Without your boyfriend home, it had just felt like there was no reason to fatten yourself.

“Hey,” Regulus mutters, laying his palm facing upwards on your lap. You take it. “You’re getting in your head again.”

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, lovely girl.” He reaches out to gently brush a stray hair away from your face. “But do you think you could try to eat something? Please?”

Your heart stops, and it’s like your mind is reeling back into its hiding spot already. No lies on the tip of your tongue.

“It doesn’t have to be a lot, dove, he continues quietly, rubbing your fingers. “Just a few bites. You need fuel, you know.”

Regulus is looking into your eyes with that silent look now, the one which makes you feel like he’d do just about anything to save you from yourself. You don’t think you could ever say no to him.

And it wasn’t like you’d eaten anything today. You were allowed this, for your boyfriend, right?

“Fine.”

He smiles softy and tugs you closer, stamping a kiss to the side of your forehead and picking up the bowl of pasta from beside him. “So, remember that bouquet I bought you last week?”

He starts to make casual conversation as he feeds you, and you do your best to listen. It goes all the way from those flowers were expensive! to maybe we should get a cat — or a new apartment — but NOT a dog.

The food gets lodged in your throat every now and then, but you force yourself to swallow. The ‘full’ feeling starts to creep up on you like your shadow.

Regulus can sense it. “Okay, but why the hell do you like dogs?”

You decide to indulge him and go off on a tangent about the fluffy beasts, which pulls your mind away from its dark corner. The conversation makes the chore of eating easier.

You’re sure he knows what he’s doing, but you’re going to let him anyway.

Before you know it, you’re laughing so hard you don’t even realize the bowl is empty. He stands up to put it away before you get the chance to think too hard about it.

Regulus sits back down next to you. He starts to tell you about the stars, then, and you listen intently. It’s late, but you wouldn’t know what time it is. Time didn’t exist in your little bubble.

At one point you’ve curled into him the furthest you can. Your eyelids are being pulled down by the weight of fatigue, his comforting presence lulling you closer towards sleep.

He thinks you don’t hear it when he murmurs a soft I’m proud of you. You do.

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yutxsgf · 1 year ago

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I deeply love to imagine Bakugou as the grumpiest person walking on the earth when he grows up and pursues his heroic dream. But every grump needs his sunshine gf that's terrible at something.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

"It's done!"

An ash-blonde tuft of hair peeked out from the kitchen doorframe before moving out from behind the wall with his softened scowl.

You glanced over your shoulder behind you at the tall male, smiling softly as you beamed him a loving gaze.

"Gonna pass me one or keep smilin' at me?"

He crossed his arms, a faint smile making its way on his lips before he began striding towards your bent figure as you took your homemade cookies out of the oven.

"Can't I do both?" You hummed before hissing when you accidentally touched the hot pan with your non-mittened hand.

His eyes barely widened before he quickly made his way over to you, looming over you as he stood behind you with your wrist in his overly large hand. "Idiot." He mumbled before rubbing your hand with his calloused fingers.

You huffed, rolling your eyes before pointing down at the cookies on the pan.

You were pretty adamant on learning how to bake. Why? Because you were absolutely ass at it. But that never stopped Bakugou from encouraging you and supporting each and every one of your pastries. But of course, since you weren't the best at baking, you can only guess how they'd come out.

"They look great, honey." He mumbled, kissing your cheek before taking a dark obsidian black, supposedly chocolate chip cookie.

You smiled brightly at your boyfriend as he took a hearty bite out of your cookie, your happiness never deterring as he kept a straight face.

That was all that mattered.

"So.. how are they..?" You whispered, turning around to face him as you craned your neck up.

He hummed in thought before throwing the rest of the cookie in his mouth and sticking his thumb up with approval.

He swallowed, clearing his throat before pointing behind you at the cookies, "Gonna give 'em to the group, that okay?"

"Of course!" You smiled, "Can I come? I wanna see their reactions and take some tips."

"'Course baby, go get dressed." And with a light tap on your behind, you were off to your shared bedroom with a small skip in your step.

"What are those." Kaminari whispered to Bakugou, pointing a slim finger at the cookies in a small zip lock baggy.

"My cookies." You replied before Bakugou could, glancing up at the charcoal in your boyfriend's hands.

The group froze before simultaneously nodding together. You took nothing of it, but Bakugou did as he sent a deathly glare to each of them.

"Go on, pick one." Bakugou grumbled, keeping his stone cold glare as he carefully opened the bag and spread it large enough for their hands to fit through.

Sero and Kaminari gulped, clearing their throat before reluctantly taking the so-called cookie from the baggy. Ashido, Kirishima, and Jirou following soon after.

"Hey, babe, can you go get us some water over there?" Bakugou asked quietly, pointing to the water dispenser near the corner of his unnecessarily large office.

You happily obligated, nodding before shuffling over to the dispenser with your fluffy winter boots.

"One negative thing, 'n I'm slitting all of your goddamn throats."

"Yes, sir." Kaminari and Sero saluted foolishly as the rest froze, seemingly lost in thought as they stared at your cookie. wondering how in the world did it get that bad.

You quickly came back with both arms full of plastic cups filled with water. Bakugou was quick to set the cookies down on his desk and grab all the waters from your grasp.

When you smiled expectedly at them, they all glanced at each other before sighing and taking a reluctantly large bite.

"They're– They're um.." "They're awesome!" Kirishima finished for Kaminari, nudging his arm behind their bodies before gulping down his bite.

You happily squealed, jumping up and down before hugging your boyfriend at his neck.

And then, he smiled.

"Say a thing, and I'll kill you."

#ao3 #fanfic #my writing #bnha #anime #oneshot #bakugou x reader #mha #fluff #female y/n #sunshine reader #bakugou katsuki #aged up au #pro hero bakugo x reader #pro hero bakugou #grumpy bakugou

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 11 months ago

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{ This is my little gift for you all! I had to do something! So i wipped this up toot sweet!!! I hope you all have a good Holiday Season!!!! }

🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄🎁🎄

Eddie's not sure why he lied. Told the party, Hopper and Joyce, and Steve, that he couldn't stay for Christmas. He'd gotten everyone gifts. Brought them all to the house. Steve had rushed out the door when Eddie was struggling to grab them all, like he'd been watching out the window for Eddie to arrive or something.

Steve's warm smile and laugh as he steadied Eddie on the sidewalk, and unloaded several boxes into his own arms, had made Eddie's stomach all swishy. But he'd walked through the door, into the, very loud, house. He'd seen everyone. All of them shouting hello's and asking for presents and telling him where to put things and what they were eating and what time.

Eddie's chest felt tight. He didn't know why. He hadn't even smiled at any of them, except maybe Steve, he couldn't remember. But he'd set the gifts down, cleared his throat and the words had tumbled out of his mouth.

"Sadly gremlins. I cannot stay. Wayne just got home from his shift at work. They finally let them have a Christmas off. And I promised we'd do a nice quiet Christmas, just the two of us." And he unceremoniously ran for the door, the disappointed sounds of the house full of his friends following him as he ran, his heart pounding. He thought he might have heard Steve tell him to wait, but he couldn't. He ducked out the door, nearly slipped on the ice on the stairs and booked it down the sidewalk before scrambling into his van.

Steve was standing on the pourch when he chanced a glance that way as he was backing out, his arms wrapped around himself to fend off the cold. He raised his hand, waving at Eddie as he drove away.

He could feel the tears coming before he managed to get back to the trailer park. His vision swimming. He wiped at his face and slowed down a bit. It had started snowing again, big fluffy flakes falling down. He pulled up to the trailer, it's windows dark, the way he'd left it after Wayne had gone to work, and he'd headed out to Hopper and Joyce's house.

He slammed the van door and stood standing in the falling snow, looking at the empty trailer, tears falling down his cheeks.

"You're so fucking stupid." He hissed at himself, turned, kicked his tire several times and yelled before stomping up the steps and ducking inside.

He kicks his shoes off, yanks his clothes off, struggles into his pajama pants and his ratty comfy old Dio shirt and crawls into bed. He hadn't turned on one light in the trailer. Preferred to do his self loathing in the dark.

He doesn't know how long he lays there, crying into his pillow, listening to the wind and the light patter of chunky snowflakes hitting his window. But he barely hears the knock. He sniffles, lifts his head, waits.

Two knocks. Gentle but insistent.

His chest tightens but he tosses his blanket off and pads slowly to the door. His hand reaching out as two more knocks hit the door. He bites his lip and turns the small lock, pulls the door open to find exactly who he knew he'd find.

"Steve." His name. That's all he can manage right now. He's so tired.

"Hey." Steve responds, looking up at Eddie from the second step of his porch. There are snowflakes in his hair and his eyes are bright as he looks at Eddie, he's got a look on his face Eddie can't decipher right now.

"Are you okay?" Steve ask, blurts really, his hands shoving into his pockets, shoulders bunching around his neck. And oh. Nervous. Steve is nervous.

"I'm fine Steve. Just-" he sighs, deeply, covers his face with his hands and groans.

"You don't seem fine. And- and Wayne's clearly not here. And you just ran, man. What- what's wrong?" Steve had stepped up the last step, moved toward Eddie. Eddie missed his hands reaching out and dropping back down. But he didn't miss Steve pressing into his space. He could feel the warmth of Steve's chest against his arm, tears welling in his eyes again.

"I don't know." He whispers into his hands, before dropping them and looking at Steve, finally, his face wet.

"Hey. It's okay. Let's- can we go inside, you're gonna freeze." Steve's hands land on his shoulders, in comfort, and question, and guide him inside when Eddie nods.

Steve kicks his wet shoes off and grabs the blanket from the back of the couch. He wraps it around Eddie and then sits them both on the couch, their knees gently pressed together. His hands soothing over Eddie's arms. The comfort just makes Eddie feel like crying more. He shivers, fights the urge to push Steve's hands away.

"Tell me what's going on in your head Ed's." Steve says, his voice quiet and soft.

"It was just... too much." Eddie shrugs, doesn't look up at Steve, just stares into his lap. He hears Steve sigh.

"I get that. Everyone in one place is definitely a lot." Steve moves his hands down, curls his fingers over Eddie's hands.

"I've never had that." Eddie admits, looks up at Steve then, finds his eyes wide and open and waiting.

"It was always me and my mom. Or me and Wayne. Sometimes my dad but he always disappeared at some point and no one really missed him." Eddie shrugged. Steve nodded, squeezed his hands.

"I don't know why I lied I'm sorry." Eddie's throat feels tight again, his voice tilting into a whine.

"Hey it's okay. You don't have to be sorry. It's okay. Come here." Steve grabs Eddie, pulls him agaisnt his chest. It's awkard, the angle, but it feels safe. Steve always makes him feel safe. Eddie takes a few deep breaths, breathing in Steve, his face smooshed against his deep red sweater.

"Did everyone like their gifts?" Eddie asks, he feels Steve laugh and then he's leaning back, letting Eddie sit up to look at him.

"What makes you think they opened them?" Steve gives him a look. Eddie gives him one right back that makes him laugh again.

"Yeah they loved them. Mike tried to touch Erica's without asking and she smacked him. She's gonna be busy painting those for awhile." He smiled at the memory.

"Oh. And you made Nancy cry. She didn't even know you knew Barb. Where'd you even get that picture?" Steve asked, smiling. Eddie sighed.

"I didn't know her super well. She was in my theater class two years in a row though. We did a skit together. A Shakespeare thing. Our teacher said her calm manner was the only one in class that could offset my manic energy." Eddie laughed, remembering how Barb had smiled at him when their teacher had said that.

"She was always nice to me. Even when people called me a devil worshiper. She never cared, or believed that, I don't think." Eddie shook his head.

"Anyway, one of the girls in stagecrew took the picture, it was during rehearsals. We were just goofin off." He shrugged again. Steve reached out, took his hand.

"She loved it Ed's. It was perfect. You uh, you're quite the gift giver." Steve says, a small smile creeping over his features.

"I like giving gifts." Eddie says, keeps his eyes on their hands as Steve's thumb moves over his skin, gentle and warm.

"Did you-" Eddie clears his throat.

"Did you open yours?" He asks, his teeth digging into his lip. Steve mirrors him, and then drops his head, looks up at Eddie through his bangs.

"Yeah. How long did it take you to make it?" He asks, his fingers twitching agaisnt Eddie's.

"Not as long as you'd think probably. Finding the right patches took the longest." He shrugged again, aiming for nonchalance.

"Mhm. And you left room for more. You'll have to sew them on for me if I find some. I don't know how to do that." Steve ducks his head again, trying to get Eddie to look at him.

"I could teach you how. It's not hard really, once you figure it out." Eddie looks up then, giving Steve a reassuring smile.

"Mhm. That could be nice." He squeezes Eddie's hand again and guilt shoots through Eddie. He scrunches his face as Steve looks at him.

"What? What's that face for?" Steve laughs.

"I finished your vest months ago." He blurts, his hands starting to shake in Steve's grasp.

"Oh." Is all Steve says, because he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand why that's a problem. Or a secret. Or whatever it is. But now that Eddie's said it, he can't not tell him why. Can't stop his mouth from telling Steve the things he's shouldn't tell him.

"I was afraid to give it to you." He says, Steve tilts his head to the side, looking like a fucking lost puppy with those fucking eyes of his.

"Why?" He finally asks when Eddie just stares at him.

"Because. I knew if you saw it. You'd know." Eddie says, his shoulders drooping.

"Know what?" Steve asks, Eddie's feels his hands clench, just barely. Eddie sighs, takes a deep breath, lets it out again.

"How I feel about you." Eddie says, in a sort of rush, and then his mouth really gets going.

"So ya know I figured, Christmas. That would solve it. I could give it to you at Christmas, when everyone gives gifts, that's a normal, friendly thing, to do. And I figured ya know, in a crowd, that it would be less... intimate? And maybe it wouldn't feel, so much... like what it so fucking clearly is. But I ruined that too. Cuz I fucking ran. And I didn't even get to see you open it." His hands flail out of Steve's grasp, and he stands, starts pacing.

"And maybe that's for the best. That I didn't see it. That might have made it worse. Seeing your gut reaction, not a reaction after the fact, that you had time to rehearse. Cuz if you actually hated it. And I saw that. God that would have been embarrassing. Here's me just fucking, declaring my love for you on a fucking peice of painstakingly perfected fabric and then there you would have been, opening it in front of everyone! Oh my god why did I think this was a good idea? This was so stupid. I'm a fucking idiot what the fuck was I- whoa what are you-" Eddie's words die in the air as Steve grabs him and yanks him to his chest, his fingers curled into Eddie's shirt, their chests pressed together firmly.

"Stop. Talking." Steve says, his mouth a crooked line as he smirks at Eddie.

"What?" Eddie asks, brows furrowed. Steve closes his eyes, shakes his head.

"You're ridiculous." He huffs, opens his eyes.

"I didn't hate it. Eddie. I'd never hate anything you made for me. But especially not that. I loved it." He breathes, leaning closer, just a fraction, Eddie can feel his breath ghosting over his skin. Steve's face hardens from the fond look into something more serious. He licks his lips. Takes a breath.

"I love you." He says, his hands uncurling and pressing flat against Eddie's chest, surly he can feel Eddie's heart pounding. Eddie nods.

"I love you too. Like a lot. Like it hurts sometimes how much. Does that make sense?" His face scrunches, Steve presses closer, slowly closing the small distance between.

"It makes perfect sense to me." He whispers agaisnt Eddie's lips, and kisses him. He hums into Eddie's mouth when Eddie gasps and scrambles for purchase on Steve's back.

Steve pulls back and brushes his nose against Eddie's. Resting his forehead against his as they breathe in each others air.

"Come back to the party. You can stay in your jammies." Steve whispers between then, giving Eddie's hips a squeeze. He squirms, further into Steve's grip.

"My jim jams." Eddie whispers, almost laughing.

"Mhm. Wanna spend Christmas with you. Was kinda really looking forward to it." Steve is still whispering. Eddie pulls back, shocked, for some reason.

"Really?" He asks. Steve bites his lip and nods.

"Yeah. Of course. Plus," he dips forward, presses a chaste kiss to Eddie's lips, because he can now.

"You've got gifts to open Mister." Steve smiles at him, tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Aww really. Gifts for lil ol me?" Eddie teases, but he feels his chest grow warm.

"Yeah. And if the party gets too much just tell me, and me and Rob and Nance will yell at everyone to shut the hell up." Steve shrugs, kisses Eddie's cheek.

"Yeah. Yeah okay. I'll get my coat." Eddie nods, untangling himself from Steve. Steve lets him go, but smacks Eddie's ass as he's walking away. Eddie yelps, jumps, and rubs at his butt as he walks down the hall.

Steve drives them back, carefully in the still falling snow. Eddie's sure Hawkins has never been so beautiful as it is right now. Eddie sitting in Steve's car, quiet Christmas music playing through the speakers as Steve takes them back to a house full of people who love him, and missed him, and want him there. Eddie watches the snow fall, tightens his fingers where they're laced with Steve's, and decides maybe Christmas isn't so bad after all.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #Christmas fic #holiday fic #mine #my writing #my fic

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phantobats · 2 months ago

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Since Lee has infected me with Jaime x Jason brainrot, I have come back with a small fluffy piece of Jaime patching Jason up:

Jaime had barely settled in for the night when the knock on his door sent a ripple of unease through him. It was Jason—he could tell from the rhythm of the knock—but there was something different about it tonight, softer, almost hesitant. When Jaime opened the door, his heart stuttered.

Jason stood there, battered and bruised, his red helmet clutched under one arm, his leather jacket torn in several places, and his hands bloodied. The normally unbreakable Red Hood looked worn, his usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion and pain.

“Hey, Blue,” Jason rasped, forcing a smirk despite the clear strain. “Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“¡Dios mío, Jason!” Jaime’s voice trembled with concern as he closed the distance between them, his arms instinctively wrapping around Jason’s waist to steady him. “What happened? You look—” His voice caught in his throat as he took in the full extent of Jason’s injuries. “You look like you went through hell.”

Jason’s attempt at a grin faltered, replaced by a weary shrug. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, cariño. Just another night in Gotham.”

Jaime’s brow furrowed as he helped Jason inside, the warmth of the apartment quickly replacing the cold Gotham night. “No más excusas, amor. You’re letting me take care of this. Come on.” His voice held a softness that Jason could never resist, even when he was stubborn enough to pretend he didn’t need help.

Guiding Jason towards the bathroom, Jaime kept an arm securely around his waist. The weight of Jason’s injuries seemed heavier than usual tonight, like it wasn’t just his body that was battered, but something deeper. As they reached the bright light of the bathroom, the full extent of Jason’s bruises and cuts became heartbreakingly clear—dark purple swelling beneath his ribs, a fresh gash across his eyebrow, and more scars forming from what must have been a brutal patrol.

Jaime turned on the faucet, letting warm water flow into the tub, its soft hiss filling the room. “Sit down, por favor. You’re a mess, and I’m not letting you get away without a proper bath.” His voice was gentle but resolute, a mixture of worry and tenderness threaded through every word. As Jason sat on the edge of the tub, Jaime kneeled beside him, unfastening the buckles of his torn jacket and peeling it away from his body with care.

Jason winced as the leather slid off his bruised shoulders, but he stayed quiet, watching Jaime with an unreadable expression. “You don’t have to do all this,” he muttered, though the usual bite in his words was softened by something warmer. “I’m not that fragile.”

Jaime’s hands paused, his eyes meeting Jason’s with a softness that made Jason’s breath hitch. “You may not be fragile, but you’re mine. And I worry about you, corazón,” he murmured, brushing a thumb lightly over Jason’s jaw before turning back to the task at hand. “I can’t just stand by when you come to me looking like this.”

The warm water continued to rise, filling the room with the scent of lavender, an oil Jaime had poured in despite knowing Jason would poke fun at it later. As the tub filled, Jaime helped Jason ease out of the rest of his suit, his movements tender and deliberate, careful not to aggravate any of his wounds.

“Lavender?” Jason arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching with the hint of a smirk. “Really, Blue?”

Jaime chuckled softly, his fingers brushing lightly over a particularly dark bruise. “Sí. You need it. It’ll help you relax. Besides,” he added, a playful lilt in his voice, “I like when you smell nice.”

A genuine smile tugged at Jason’s lips, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You spoil me, you know that?”

Jaime dipped a cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Jason’s bruised skin. “Alguien tiene que hacerlo. You won’t take care of yourself,” he said softly, though the playful reprimand was laced with affection. His touch was featherlight, wiping away the grime and blood of the night with care, as though he could somehow wash away all of Jason’s pain.

Jason closed his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he leaned back, letting the warmth of the bath and the comfort of Jaime’s touch soothe him. “I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled under his breath, the vulnerability in his voice cutting through the air like a whisper of something fragile.

“Shh,” Jaime responded, his fingers threading through Jason’s damp hair, massaging his scalp with soft, rhythmic strokes. “Don’t say that. Eres mi vida, Jason. You deserve every bit of care I give you.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jason’s temple. “You’ve been fighting for so long, but you don’t have to fight me, ¿entiendes?”

Jason’s hand found Jaime’s, his thumb brushing over the knuckles as his heart swelled with a quiet ache he didn’t know how to put into words. “I’m trying,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I just… I’m not used to this.”

Jaime’s smile was soft, almost sad, as he continued tending to the bruises on Jason’s chest, his hands moving with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before. “You don’t have to be used to it yet. Just let me take care of you.”

As Jaime worked, Jason felt the weight of the night gradually lift from his chest. The bruises and cuts still stung, but they felt lighter now, as though Jaime’s touch had smoothed over the edges of his pain. His body relaxed under the soothing warmth of the water, the scent of lavender wrapping around him like a cocoon.

“You know,” Jason said quietly after a few moments, his voice softened by the drowsy comfort of the bath, “I always thought I didn’t need this—someone to patch me up, someone who worries.” He opened his eyes, looking at Jaime with a rare vulnerability. “But you… you make it hard not to want it.”

Jaime’s heart fluttered at the words, his chest tightening with a mixture of love and tenderness. He leaned forward, cupping Jason’s cheek in his hand as he pressed a kiss to his lips—gentle, slow, and full of quiet promises. “That’s because you do need it, Jay. And I’m here.”

Jason’s eyes fluttered shut, a sigh escaping his lips as he melted into the kiss, his hand resting on Jaime’s, grounding himself in the warmth of his touch. “Lucky me, huh?” he whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got the best guy looking out for me.”

“You’re not wrong,” Jaime teased softly, brushing his thumb over Jason’s cheekbone before pulling back slightly. “But next time, try not to make me worry so much, yeah?”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and soft as it reverberated through his chest. “I’ll try, bebé. No promises, but I’ll try.”

Satisfied with that, Jaime helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a towel before guiding him to bed. As Jason sank into the mattress, Jaime slipped in beside him, curling into his side, his head resting on Jason’s chest. Jason’s arms instinctively wrapped around him, holding him close as his thumb idly stroked Jaime’s back.

“Te quiero, Jaime,” Jason whispered into the quiet, his voice filled with a rare, unguarded warmth.

Jaime smiled against his chest, pressing a soft kiss to Jason’s skin. “Te quiero también, Jay. Now rest, mi amor. You’re safe.”

And as the night settled around them, Jason let himself finally believe it—safe, in Jaime’s arms, where the world and its weight couldn’t touch him.

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bahrtofane · 8 months ago

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after pleading and much excitement on kylians’ end, you finally bite the bullet and take him with you to your hometown of algiers.

kylian x algerian!reader

word count : 1.3K+

watch it: fluffy fluff fluff, mild over thinking and angst if u rly rly dig deep for it

luv my country fr fr

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theres a small dent on the wall from where you banged your elbow so hard you swore you broke it. you were around 10. it's been years, and the little spot still stands. you never forget to run your thumb over the ridges, the cool wall warming under your touch.

It's been years, but the wall holds the memory, a mirror of you. each flick of your thumb ignites the scene inside your head over and over, you swear you can feel your elbow sting. you remember the way you hissed sharply and called for your mom, who came scuring from the hallway. and how your cousins all lined up to see the damage and soon teased you for being a baby. screeching at the 'crater' you left in the wall. your aunt snapped a picture of the comotion while she laughed hysterically, hand on her hip, head tossed back while the rest of the family filled in to check out the commotion.

you were given a wet towel to keep in your elbow till the swelling went down. and the teasing never stopped, in fact you're bound to have it happen at any second. your cousins called you bulldozer for years, some still do. that's even your contact name in a few of their phones.

it's so silly how such a little moment from so many years ago carries on. wasn't even your funniest moment in full honesty. you have much better ones.

it's been years, and it remains one of your many contributions to your grandmother's little flat. cozy and quaint in the center of algiers. today you bring a new addition, kylian.

you joked about taking him once, just a passing comment while you showed him pictures from your last trip. he hummed, latching onto the idea like an excited puppy to a chew toy. bothering you with itineraries (as if you need one in your hometown?), your texts are a wall of flight screen shots at this point. and of course bombarding you with questions every second he got the chance.

"should i pack light?"

"what cities will you take me to?"

"do you think i'll need to bring a lot of security?"

in truth, you were hesitant to bring him along.

going back home is a feeling you can never get enough of. from the moment you step off the airplane and the familiar smell of your country hits your face, to your first dip into the mediterranean, a homemade meal, singing out of cars in the dead of night while you race through the city.

bringing him is an intimate ordeal. your country is your first love, first home. she raised you in a sense.

she is a part of him, the same as she is of you. but having him in your grandmother's home? introducing him to your very lively extended family? you don't know about that.

you were worried about your sanity as much as his. you know the questions will be never ending. he's your fiance now after all, wedding in the works. this is only going to add to the disaster that is wedding planning. you know you're going to have to squeeze in promises of inviting your 2nd cousins aunts cats neighbors gardener.

and how could you forget, he's kylian. kylian mbappe. there's no way you're bringing him to the heart of algiers and going to be free to roam the streets as you please.

you know you'll never be able to do so on your own again once the media puts two and two together. good by freedom. it's easy in resorts or fancy hotels. everything can be arranged. but not here.

you and kylian value your privacy dearly. french media has barely ever gotten a proper look at your face and you intend to keep it that way. but you don't think you can get away with that here. you want to show him real places that hold history and the people. not just fancy villas on the coast that cost more than you want to think about.

he pleaded with you anyway, even after you voiced your concerns. "i have an agent and security for a reason. just take me and the rest will come easy. don't even worry."

you frowned, "it'll be in the summer, when everyone else and their mother is going."

"i just want to see it you know, authentically. i want to experience just a part of what you did growing up." he confessed, shy.

and so you caved. and here he is. leaning against that same wall you rammed into all those years ago, fanning his face with a pile of notebook paper he found lying around after a long day of unpacking the gifts you bought for your family.

he's had a long day of posing for pictures and videos, all of which you rolled your eyes at. it's nearing sunset, and you press your forehead against the familiar cool wall of one of the living rooms. it's going to be where you sleep for the next 2 weeks or so.

the couches convert to beds and you get to play the age-old game of war with the mosquitoes that torment you. you haven't told kylian yet. he needs to be ambushed in the middle of the night for the full authentic experience. ha ha ha.

you look back to where kylian is sat on the couch perpendicular to yours, hes given up on the fanning. hand under his thighs while he watches what he can of the balcony. you can see the sea from here. in all its beauty. the gentle wind it brings flutters the curtains while you hum.

tomorrow he meets the rest of your family and you can't help the butterflies that pool in your stomach at the thought. your fiance, meeting the rest of what makes this house a home. you can't wait. for now though, all you want to do is nap.

you get up from your couch, sliding on your socks to press up against his side. even if its pushing near broiling temperatures. he doesn't complain, only bringing his hands to cup your face gently, giving your nose a peck.

"its so beautiful here, " he sighs, "thank you for bringing me."

you hum into his lips, giving them a firm kiss, "you're welcome my love. i'll show you around tomorrow. it's time for my post flight nap."

he gives you a lazy smile, "yes please i was waiting for you to bring it up. it's past my nap time." he pouts.

you roll your eyes and throw one of the couches throw pillows against his chest. he manages to grab it, hurling it back at you. and while you're distracted he curls his hands against your side, tickling you till you yelp and thrash in his hold, back pressed against the couch while you gasp in between laughter.

he finally lets you go and collapses on top of you, kissing any skin he can reach.

"okay get off, it's too hot for that." you groan.

he at least listens to that, peeling himself off you and retreating to the far end of the couch while you set up yours for what you know is going to be top 5 naps of your life, easy.

against the gentle breeze and city sounds, you're lulled to sleep. in your vision you see kylian getting ready to do the same, reaching over to press one sound kiss on your forehead before settling down into his little bubble.

you could do this forever you think. you're glad he came.

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year ago

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A fluffy smut request between reader and Re6 Hubby Leon. The wife is trying to take a relaxing bath but Leon keeps pestering her to make her experience more comfortable. She finally tells him to join her. Just something romantic and super cute, with lots of smut. 🩵

Author's Note: This request was so cute I can't- Thank you so much for requesting Enjoy some fluffy Leon! <3

Warnings: Cock warming, breeding, unprotected sex, p in v, fem body, love marks, fluffy sex!

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"Leon fuck off,"

"Baby I'm just trying to make this bath better for you. Do you want bubbles?"

"I don- Bubbles?"

Leon could only sigh as he grabbed the lavender-scented bubbles and poured them into your boiling water.

The hellishly long week ended and you wanted nothing more than to lay down in a scarily hot bath and let your mind and body unknot the weeks' stress. This is what you have been trying to do for the past 15 minutes but your husband was constantly in and out of the room. You loved him so much and the fact that he is trying to help make it better makes your heart flutter but right now all you are worried about is this hot water.

"Here love, I found a bottle of your favorite wine. But, I did bring cold water just in case," The tray he laid across your big tub was filled with more stuff than just wine and water.

Peeking your eyes open you noticed the wine glass sitting on the corner was half full. Underneath it was an array of food. There were crackers, cut-up cheese, and even fruits.

Your shoulders dropped as Leon leaned over to leave a kiss on your head before he turned his body to leave.

You were quick to halt his movements by grabbing his wrist. "Come enjoy this with me. You had a hard week too, you deserve it,"

Leon was a little shocked that you had asked him to join you. Normally you make it very clear you want to be alone. A small smile plasters his face and he began to take off his clothes to join you. Scotting forward you waited for Leon's body to be fully submerged before sliding back and leaning against his back.

Leon hissed through his teeth as the hot water swarmed around his tensed body. He could feel the water work out the stresses of the week as the weight of your body leaned against his chest. Leon laid his head on top of yours as his arm grazed up and down your arm.

Leon mumbled in your hair as he left soft kisses along the crown of your head. "I love you so much and I'm so proud of you and far you have come,"

His soft words wrapped around your heart, warming it up quickly. His hand still rubbed your arm as you leaned your head back between his shoulder and neck. Puckering your lips you gave him puppy eyes in hopes that he would give you what you want. Leon smiled as his soft lips connect to yours.

His lips had you melting, it felt like this one kiss, this one moment just took everything off of your mind and body. Leon's tongue swiped your bottom lip in a plea to be closer. Widing your kiss Leon slipped his tongue in your mouth. His warm muscle warmed your mouth as you groaned into his. You could feel his semi-hard-on against your back.

A few heartbeats later you pulled back for a breath of air. A string of saliva kept you connected. Leon, being the impatient man, quickly dove into your neck, leaving wet, open-mouth kisses along your jaw to your shoulder. Leon mumbled nothings along your warm skin as his stubble tickled you.

The heat of the water and the pressure of Leon's hard-on left you light-headed. A small groan lay dormant in the back of your throat as Leon made his way back up your neck leaving love bites in his wake.

"fuck- do-don't leave marks." you moaned out to Leon.

Leon mumbled in your neck. "Hmm, too late love,"

Leon's thick fingers traveled down to your soaking heat. He rubbed light circles around clit. Your neck lolled on Leon's shoulder while you let out a small moan. His lips were quick to connect back to yours right as he slid two fingers in your hole. His left hand roamed up your body, gripping at your perked-up boobs.

His fingers curled in and out of you hitting the spongy spot you adore so much.

"Fuck right there," Your back arched off of Leon's chest as your hand gripped his forearm.

"God's you're so pretty coming undone on my fingers. Just like that love," He left more kisses along your neck as he pumped his fingers faster.

"I'm going to cum,"

"Do it. Cum undone for me, let go." His words of encouragement pushed you over the edge as you came undone around Leon. White stars flooded your vision.

Leon helped you through your high as you slumped back on him. Leon's hand moved to his raging cock as he pumped it a few times. His fist bumped into your back as you caught your breath. Coming down you realized what your husband was doing right behind you.

You were quick to turn around causing water to splash out of the tub. Smiling at Leon you straddled either side of his lap.

"Can I help with that?" Your big eyes were glossed over as you rubbed up against his cock.

"Fuck, 'course, you can," Leon threw his hand back as his hands landed on your hips guiding you closer to him.

Your chests touched as you tried to look down in the milky water to lead Leon's dick to you. Trailing your hands down his body you finally found his cock. Pumping it once, twice you lifted your hips up as you ran his raging cock along your slick fold.

"Stop teasing," Leon's deep voice rumbled through the room. You were quick to apologize before you stuck the tip in your warm hole.

The pornographic moans you both let out the further you took Leon were arousing. Within a few heartbeats, you had bottomed out. Leaning forward you wrapped your arms around Leon's neck and shoved your head on his shoulder.

You slowly rolled your hips against Leon's, and you felt the tip of his cock bump into your sweet spot causing stars to blur your vision.

"Fuck just like that," Leon's hand gripped at your bum leading your hips up and down.

The water in the tub splashed all over the floor as it made almost embarrassing sounds between your connected bodies. Leon's groans were quick to drown at the sounds the faster he brought your body up and down.

"I love you s'much," you lifted your head up to kiss Leon.

Leon mumbled into the kiss, "I love you even more,"

You threw your head back as the knot in your tummy got tighter. Leon was amazingly quick to get you close to your release every time you guys had sex. He has your body mapped out knowing what spots get you close and what spots you hated. He was always respectful of your boundaries and it made you love him even more.

"I'm going to cum," His husky voice pulled you out of a trance.

"me too-"

"shit, cum with me. Let me feel you cum around my cock as I fuck a baby in you," You eagerly nodded your head as Leon picked up the pace.

The way his cock hit your cervix and the hot kisses he left on your mouth push you to the end. Your pussy squeezed his cock in place as you cummed around him. Hot pleasure flooded your body while you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Fuck you're so tight," Leon's thick rope of sperm plastered against your walls painting them white.

You stopped your movements as you lay your head on Leon's chest keeping his cock warm while he calms down. Leon rubbed your back as he kissed your head.

"Come on love, the water is getting cold,"

You fluttered your eyes open as you mumbled against his chest, "Nooo I'm comfy,"

"But I'm cold," Groaning you lifted your head up to look at your husband of 6 years.

He smiled when his eyes met yours, "Hi,"

You giggled as you rub your eyes "Hi,"

"You ready to get out now?" You could only nod your head in response.

Leon lifted you off of him as he pulled the plug out of the tub and got you wrapped around a warm fluffy towel. After getting you dressed he moved you to the bed. You cuddled into his chest as he rubbed soft circles along your spine. The beat of his heart and soft touches had you fluttering your eyes closed as you drift off to sleep.

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years ago

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𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ summary: in which crowley has a cold

↳ warnings: none!

↳ song: like real people do—hozier

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Spring was a wonderful time of year all over the world. It was when the sun peaked its head out from behind fluffy clouds and let the flowers bloom, washing away any gloom winter might have left behind.

Walkways suddenly became full of pedestrians meandering about in city's and small towns alike. Large puffy parkas were shed in favor of light jackets and shorts.

Shops were suddenly bustling with all sorts of people out and about, taking advantage of the beautiful weather to buy a coffee or new pair of pants.

But in Soho, London, one shop seemed to be an outlier.

If any of the passing foot traffic had taken a moment to peak into the glassy windows of said shop, an elegant sign reading Fell & Co hanging over their heads, they would have had the pleasure of seeing three very different people all talking to each other idly.

Even if the conversation was anything but.

"Really Aziraphale, you think he'd be a bit less chatty when sick. Peace and quite for once an all that."

A light gasp sounded from your left, prompting you to look at the angel next to you.

"That is not nice!" Aziraphale said your name full of disappointment, prompting an apologetic smile to spread across your lips.

"Sorry, mate. But I'm not wrong, am I?" You said while continuing to help him shelf books.

"Bite me." A lump of blankets behind you growled in response, a head of red hair poking out of one end.

"No, thank you, Crowley. I'll catch your cold."

It was supposed to have been a normal day. You had called and asked Aziraphale if this afternoon was a good day to pop in for a visit, only to be met with the sort of panic that could only be described as fretting.

Apparently, Crowley has never taken too well to the springtime. Who knew a demon could have allergies?

Each time he or Aziraphale attempted to miracle away the cold, it would just pop back up a few seconds later. It was as if someone had cursed him with a mild inconvenience. You wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case, actually. I mean, this is Crowley you're talking about. He's not exactly the best at making friends—even if he did manage to snag you somehow.

By the time you had arrived at the bookstore, swinging open the door as the closed signed clattered against it loudly, they had given up on any thought of magical remedies.

So here you were. Hovering over the sick demon with a concerned look. Er, well, Aziraphale was. You had opted for more of a quirked eyebrow, not willing to show how worried you were just yet. Lord, er Satan, or whoever the fuck knows Crowley wouldn't let you live that down.

"If anything Crowley—" You paused for a moment to flip the book you had been holding upside down into its rightful place before handing it off to Aziraphale, "—I'd say this is karma from all those times you yell at your plants."

"To hell with my damn plants!" He sniffled, sun glasses no longer on his face as he glared at your back.

Before you could get a word in edgewise, a sneeze sounded out from the couch. Without even looking, your knee-jerk reaction kicked in.

"God bless you."

You got two very different reactions out of that.

Aziraphale practically beamed at your words, and Crowley hissed as if physically hit, curling in on himself. It wasn't until you stopped to consider what you had just said that you realized your blunder.

"Sorry." You cringed. "Forgot about the demon stuff."

"Forgot? Remind me, angel, why do we even keep them around." Crowley spat, pulling yet another blanket onto his ever growing pile. You risked a glance back at him only to be met with slitted eyes. You simply let out a nervous laugh before scooting to a different bookshelf farther away from him. Better safe than sorry when it came to your demon friend.

"Because we like them, remember? They complimented my vest and your Bently, and then you asked if we could keep them." The angel responded. If he noticed how you choked on air at that last bit, he didn't choose to say anything.

"He said what now?" You coughed harshly at the same time Crowley groaned.

"Yeah yeah. A mistake in the heat of the moment." Was all he said before retreating further into the blanket burrito he had concocted. Somewhere in there was a quilt you were sure Aziraphale had knitted for him centuries ago, but you chose not to point out the tiny detail, instead filing that information away for later as a hidden smile played at your lips.

"As much fun socializing with you two is, I must admit you need to get some rest, Crowley. If we are to fix this problem without a miracle, the human way will have to do." Aziraphale turned to face his companion after you helped file the last pile of books away. You were quick to follow his actions.

Crowley opened his mouth as if to retort, but his eyes flickered from your face and Aziraphales for just a moment. With that he muttered something under his breath and turned over grumpily.

"Just—bugger off." His words were muffled by a dense pillow currently being smooshed to his face. You couldn't tell if it was that or something else, but his voice didn't sound as venomous as it normally did when talking to you.

"Alrighty then!" Aziraphale clapped his hands with a smile, none the wiser. "Ring if you need us, won't you?"

With that, he began to politely exit in the direction of the back of the store. Probably to go read a new series he just got in or re-read another.

You shuffled off behind the angel—only pausing at the entrance to the backroom after taking one more look back at Crowley.

Without saying a word, you took your phone out and set the volume just high enough to be heard. Setting it down on a nearby surface, you pressed play before quickly tip toeing out the room. As if that would stop the fallen angel from figuring out who left it there.

You slipped away just in time to miss Freddy Mercury's voice start-up. As well as the way Crowley smiled in spite of himself, starting to feel a little better already.

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badbatchsprincess · 2 months ago

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Heated ~ pt.23

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9 ~ Pt.10 ~Pt.11 ~ Pt.12 ~ Pt.13 ~ Pt.14 ~ Pt.15 ~ Pt.16 ~ Pt.17 ~ Pt.18 ~ Pt.19 ~ Pt.20 ~ Pt.21 ~ Pt.22 ~ Pt.23 ~ Pt.24 ~ Pt.25

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.

Warnings: Angst, violence no gore

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The fresh water was warm and comforting.

Cleaning off five days of intense mating was already a laborious process, but now you had to avoid the hot water from aggravating your fresh bite wound.

You hadn’t smeared bacta on it yet, as you had requested to shower first despite Crosshair’s objections.

You hissed as the water began to wash away the dried blood patches gathered in your collarbones. You gently used a washcloth to massage away the grime, feeling satisfied when the water was no longer running red.

You continued washing the rest of your body until you were certain you were squeaky clean.

With your hair wrapped in a fluffy towel and a second towel around your middle, you scampered over to the big counter and mirror to grab the tube of bacta gel. Taking a small amount on your finger, you smeared it into the wound, feeling it start to tingle instantly as the skin knit back together.

Sensing a presence behind you, you looked up into the mirror to see Crosshair standing there, watching you tend to your wound. You smiled at him through the mirror, but he didn’t return the look. Instead, he seemed to be suppressing his true feelings, but you could sense the mortification through the bond. You felt your mood drop instantly.

He might not be saying it out loud, but you were beginning to think he didn’t want you… the sensation cut deep in your belly with anxiety.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he turned on his heel, leaving you alone to dress.

“Cross…” You sighed, tossing the towels aside to find a pair of clothes. Riffling through the pile of white sweaters and loose pants, you grabbed something and pulled on the underwear before yanking the sweater over your head. By the time you left the bathroom, your mate was nowhere to be seen.

You growled, wringing out your wet hair before heading for the door.

When you stepped out into the hall, you looked around for any sign of his direction.

Luckily, your neighbors seemed to understand your look of confusion and all jutted their chins in the direction he had taken off. With a silent nod of thanks, you took off down the hallway, charging after your elusive mate.

Grim gave you a tiny nod from his post at the base entrance, along with Bolts, who seemed a little shell-shocked himself. It was then that you looked around and realized a disturbing truth.

The entire base had been bombed.

All around you, alphas and omegas brandished fresh mating marks. With a sideways glance, you realized Bolts had been involved in this drug-induced sex craze as well. You trotted over to him and pointed to his neck. “You okay there, trooper?”

He looked up with an almost fawn-like gaze. “I don’t even understand what just happened.”

“Same thing that happened on Kashyyyk,” Grim replied. “Synthetic Rut Aid.”

“The whole base was drugged?” You asked the sniper. He nodded in confirmation. “Hit four days after seeing you. It was madness around here for a while. Too many fights. Medbay is full of injured.”

You cringed. “I thought it was just us.”

“Ahh,” Grim nodded. “That’s why Crosshair was in a mood.”

You huffed. “Yeah.”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Ask me again after I talk to my mate.” It felt weird saying the last part.

“Well, it isn’t anyone’s fault.” Stunner walked up and inserted himself into the conversation, icing a black eye. “That stuff makes alphas lose their minds.”

“Seems like the admiral wanted pups as soon as possible,” Grim grumbled.

Anxiety suddenly swirled in your chest. You put a hand on the smooth wall, trying to calm your breathing.

The idea of pups—oh my gods. You silently prayed that Cross hadn’t gotten you pregnant now that your suppressors had been dissolved.

You hoped the Force would have mercy and not give you a pup in this awful place.

“Hey, you okay?” Grim asked, watching you try to calm down.

You shook your head. “I-I just need to find Cross.”

“He went to the range,” Stunner said, nodding in that direction.

You swallowed thickly. “Thank you.”

Without another word, you took off towards the training facility. You approached the training facility, taking a turn down the stairs before crossing the mats.

Crosshair’s new civilian stormtrooper garrison was in the middle of their combat training but stopped upon seeing your white-clad figure appear in the doorway. The first one you noticed was Wren. She immediately stood up, facing you directly. Her black hair was pulled up in a tight bun as sweat cascaded down her neck.

You stared her down, making the alpha bristle. It seemed her ego was still bruised from the scar you left on her backside, and the fact that you were an omega only added to her frustration.

The others stepped out of the way, parting so you could pass and enter the shooting range. Two guards remained out front, but upon seeing your fresh mark and collar, they too stepped aside to allow you to pass.

The blast door swished open, and you stepped inside to find your mate alone in one of the shooting stalls.

“I want to be alone, Y/N,” he said without turning around. Of course, you were the only one brave enough to disturb the disgruntled alpha.

“We weren’t the only ones,” you said as the blast doors whooshed closed behind you.

He didn’t answer.

“The entire base was hit with the rutting drug.”

He scoffed. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You sighed. “Cross.”

You shuffled next to him as he raised the weapon, aiming it down the range. He unloaded on the target at an impossible distance away. Even after all this time, it was still impressive to you. He reloaded, pushed the clip back into the gun, and raised it again.

“It wasn’t either of our faults,” you tried to reason, but he lowered the weapon and looked at you sideways.

“You didn’t want this!” he snapped. “Your instincts did! I was supposed to be stronger! I’m supposed to protect you!” He shook his head, gripping his weapon. “Even from yourself… and now we’ve done something permanent that we can’t undo! This is a mistake, Y/N!”

You looked at him, seeing the self-hatred roll off him like a bad stench. His words hurt. You weren’t going to lie.

You shuffled on your feet. “I know we never talked about it, b-but… I—”

He looked at you with a raised brow, clearly annoyed with your nervous stuttering.

You took a deep breath and looked at him squarely. “I wanted you to do it.” You crossed your arms. “I wanted you to do it a long time ago. I wanted it after you all saved me from Mimban.” With a shake of your head, you turned to face the door to leave. “You have no reason to feel guilty. But I do.” You looked at him over your shoulder. “It’s obvious you don’t want this…” Clearly, the post-mating high had worn off; all you could feel through the bond was disgust.

Crosshair probably concluded that this was a mistake while you were in the shower.

He may have feelings for you, but it wasn’t enough to justify a mating bond.

You were overwhelmed with guilt, knowing he was probably going to hate you for binding the two of you together for eternity.

You walked outside, knowing he wasn’t going to follow you. You waited for the blast doors to shut before allowing the tears to fall silently.

Ignoring the stares from his squad members, you walked past them and made your way back to your apartment.

When you entered the common space, you noticed Wolffe leaning against the corridor wall, chatting with his men. They were obviously waiting for you to return but trying to play it off as casual.

Not really in the mood to talk to them, you tried to pass them with a weak smile, but Wolffe snagged your arm and pulled you over to them.

“Not so fast, little one,” he said with a smirk.

You huffed, wiping away the trails of moisture left by your tears. The others looked at you with sympathy.

“I just want to be alone, Commander,” you said weakly, trying to prevent yourself from breaking down in front of them, but it was getting harder by the second.

“No, you need your pack,” he said, mussing your hair.

You sniffled, letting Stunner fix the wild strands a bit.

“What happened?” Bolts asked, snuggling his mate. He must have gotten over the initial shock by now and embraced the little Togruta. She looked just like Ahsoka and nearly made you start sobbing.

You took a deep breath, trying to fight back the emotion. “Crosshair says it was a mistake.” You touched your bandaged neck. “I know he didn’t want this. He… he didn’t do it the first time. I-I don’t know why I begged him to do it this time!” Now the tears were flowing freely, and Wolffe yanked you into his chest as you sobbed, “He wasn’t going to until the drug hit, and then I don’t know, I couldn’t help myself! I bit him, and then he bit me. I-I… kriff.” You let Wolffe rub your back, trying to comfort you.

You whimpered, “I just want Hunter… I want Hunter to make it all better!” You were dying for your other mate’s comfort. You wanted to be held and cared for, and it was eating you alive. You couldn’t even remember what they smelled like, which made you wail.

“Shhh,” Wolffe cooed. “You’re okay. I know…”

“I want my pack!” you cried.

Wolffe and the others casually opened the door to their dorm and dragged you inside so you could speak freely.

“I miss Rex, and Fives, and Kix, and Dogma, and Tup! And ahh kriff, I miss Jesse and Echo! I’ve missed Hardcase for so kriffing long and haven’t even been able to grieve him. Echo died and then came back to life! I miss my best friend, Ahsoka, and for kriff's sake, I miss Anakin!” You would have slumped to your knees if it weren’t for Wolffe and Stunner holding you up. You shook like a leaf as the gravity of this entire messed-up situation hit you. EVERYONE was GONE.

You lifted your head, eyes red-rimmed. “I don’t have anyone but the Batch. My family is all gone. I joined the war effort to get off Coruscant, and then I had a family again. They were taken from me… again.” You shook your head. “I can’t lose Crosshair. I can’t lose anyone anymore… but he doesn’t want me, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, Y/N, you know that’s not true,” Wolffe said, shaking his head. “Crosshair tore apart the entire known universe searching for you.”

“Nearly this base too,” Stunner added.

You wailed harder, making the 104th boys cringe. Okay, maybe they didn’t know how to comfort omegas very well.

“Well, the Commander already offered you a spot in our ranks. You’ll always have a pack with us, Y/N,” Grim said, stepping forward and giving your head a little pat.

You sniffled, perking up. “Thank you.”

“The offer still stands. Just let me know, pretty girl,” Wolffe said, smiling and smoothing down your hair.

“Get your hands off my mate!”

Crosshair’s silvery voice boomed throughout the dorm.

You all spun around to find Crosshair storming inside with his signature scowl. Wolffe let you go, and you stood on wobbly legs, wiping your tear-stained cheeks as he approached. You were unsure if this was going to turn into another brawl.

Without a word, he wrapped his hand around your arm and guided you out of the 104th’s bunks.

“Cross…” you sighed.

“Just give me a second,” he pleaded, continuing to lead you back to your apartment.

You huffed and let him. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, guiding you back over to your messy nest. The combined scent of your mating was still strong among the textiles, making you shiver. He took your hands in his in a surprisingly sweet gesture and walked backward until he could climb back into the pile of blankets. He dragged you down with him and pulled you on top of him with a huff.

You braced yourself against his strong chest and looked down into his piercing gaze.

“You know I’m bad at words,” he said deadpan, “…and feelings.”

You nodded.

“Those words weren’t a true reflection of how I feel about you and about this,” he explained. You watched as he searched for the right words. “I-I was scared.”

Well, that’s not what you thought he was going to say… the mighty Crosshair, scared? You raised an eyebrow.

“I wanted you for so long. I pictured it a million times. It’s always been you, Y/N. You’ve overtaken every thought, every moment of my day. Even on the battlefield, I couldn’t wait to get back to you. Every damn mission, I would have taken on an entire garrison alone just to be with you again. Wrecker wasn’t the only one getting injured to get your attention.” He chuckled. “Your touch haunts me. Even if it was just to feel you stitch me back up… You made our squad a pack. You were the last piece we all needed. What I needed. I was scared that you would resent me.” He intertwined your fingers and brought them in front of the two of you. “I’m not Hunter… I’m not like my brothers. I never thought you’d want a mate like me, and when I saw what I did, I had never felt so much guilt in my entire life—”

He raised a finger to wipe away a tear that managed to escape your blinking eyes. You leaned forward and shushed him with a kiss. He was reluctant at first but then gave in and softened at your touch. When you pulled away, you gently stroked the side of his face where his tattoo lay.

“Never assume anything with me, mate,” you said, quirking the side of your mouth up. “I love you, Crosshair.” His eyes lit up, and his entire demeanor softened. You smiled, feeling the true conviction being sent through the bond.

You continued, “I don’t want anyone else besides you, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker. You’re my pack. You’re my family, and I’m tired of losing family. I want to be free. I want to live somewhere green where we can all grow old. I want our pups to have a good, safe life. I want you… scars and all.”

The sniper was floored.

His entire existence had been defined by being just a number with a singular purpose. Up until this moment, he had only dabbled in the world of the nat-borns. But looking at you now, with your sparkling eyes above him, he knew he too wanted more. He wanted the life you spoke of. He was finally ready to be more than just a soldier.

That's when he knew it was the right moment. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled from ear to ear. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so lonely. You felt loved, and you could sense the belonging in the bond as your heart soared. Collapsing on top of your mate, you both wrapped your arms around each other in a vice grip, holding one another close. It was something you both needed dearly.

“I can feel you through the bond,” he said, stroking your hair.

“What do you feel?” you whispered, massaging his scalp.

“…belonging,” he sighed, almost in relief. “Home.”

“Home,” you nodded in agreement.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you didn’t care. Neither of you left that very comfortable spot in the nest, just enjoying each other’s presence.

Then you felt Crosshair shift under you. He rolled you both over so he could spoon you from behind, tugging you into his front and securing you with a strong arm. You nuzzled into him, enjoying the warmth on your back as you settled into the covers.

You broke the silence. “I wanted you to do it on Mimban.”

He chuckled. “And I thought it was just your heat making you act up.”

You smiled. “No. I liked the way you took charge and took care of me. I love your brothers, but they’re too cautious sometimes, even for their own good. I liked seeing that part of you. You’re a good alpha.”

He chuckled deeply, making the two of you vibrate. “They were too scared to hurt you, mesh’la.”

“It seems like forever ago.” You looked across the room at the setting sun over the lake.

“Mimban?” he asked.

“All of it,” you replied. “The war, the Republic…” and everyone.

“I know,” he whispered, rubbing a soothing palm over your belly. You purred into the touch, feeling soothed.

Then, when his hand traveled a little further down, it was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on you. He sat up, sensing your alarm.

He was about to speak when you rolled over to look at him. Your hands went to your belly, and your brows furrowed in worry. “D-do you think… do you think I’m pregnant?”

That was the first and only time you had been intimate without any protection. You had nearly forgotten about it, too absorbed in the whirlwind of the past day.

He shook his head. “No,” he said silently, placing a finger over his lips. “I sure hope so, baby.” His tone betrayed the look in his eyes. You were being monitored. You had almost slipped up. Kark.

He gave you the hand signal used during the war to tell you to “proceed with caution.”

You nodded and responded with the signal for “understood.”

He nodded and gestured toward the bathroom. “A pup of our own, yeah?”

You both got up and trotted into the bathroom, where Crosshair turned on the shower water along with the sinks. You both crowded into the furthest corner.

“You don’t remember?” he asked in a low whisper.

You shook your head, not understanding what he was asking.

“On the first day of your heat, I gave you a syringe of contraceptive.” He thumbed the spot on your arm, making you narrow your eyes.

“I d-don’t remember,” you replied.

“I knew what Tarkin wanted. He wanted you pupped after your heat. I knew I had to do something,” he explained.

“So I’m not pregnant?” you asked, subconsciously touching your belly.

He shook his head. “No, you’re protected.”

You were relieved, but then a tinge of sadness hit you. You couldn’t help but place a hesitant hand on your stomach. Crosshair noticed your movement immediately. He placed his hands on your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I know how afraid you are of Tarkin taking our pup.” He put a hand on your belly, unable to help himself.

You felt your insides flutter at the firm warmth his sturdy hand provided.

You shook your head, trying to focus. “B-but… how?” You were trying to make sense of it all.

“I had help,” he whispered, thumbing the fabric over your belly. It seemed something about the topic of pups had awakened something in the sniper. He was fixated on your belly with uncanny focus.

You watched him, trying to think of who it could possibly be. Now that he mentioned it, you remembered him telling you about how he had gotten his chip removed. Along with the 104th, there had to be someone on the inside helping the clones. Someone who hated the Empire as much as the rest of you did.

Crosshair’s attention was suddenly snapped to the side. He stood abruptly and turned off the shower faucet.

A shallow rumble vibrated through the floors, shaking the apartment. You perked up, holding onto Crosshair’s arm. He waited for just a moment before ordering you to put on your shoes.

“What’s going on?” you asked, following him through the apartment until you were both standing in the living room. He looked outside at the inky black horizon overlooking the Nabooian lake.

There was a moment of eerie silence before a second loud bang shook the room violently. Crosshair grabbed onto you protectively as the crystal chandelier overhead jingled.

The blast door suddenly opened, and Bolts came running inside with an urgent expression. “The 99s are here. It’s happening.”

Your world came to a standstill for a second. Your mates… they found you… they’re here.

“C’mon,” Crosshair urged you out of your thoughts. You gripped his hand tightly as he followed after Bolts.

The residential sector was beginning to emerge from their rooms. The three of you hustled down the hallway, ignoring everyone’s curious glances. But you noticed it didn’t take long for the clones to fall back into their training instincts. They seemed to sense the danger as if it were a sixth sense.

Approaching the main corridor, you could hear the sound of blaster fire and screaming. The smell of plasma charges filled your nose as you got closer.

“Cross,” you whimpered, squeezing his hand a little tighter. He squeezed you back, giving you a bit of comfort before being thrown back into your GAR training.

“She’s over here!” A familiar voice made the hair stand up on your neck.

“Hunter,” you breathed.

“Hunter!” Crosshair yelled into the chaos. He knew his brother could hear him and that he’d be tracking the two of you.

From behind you, red blaster fire shot from your right as a battalion of stormtroopers emerged from the dust of the explosion, separating you from Hunter’s voice. From the left, a massive hole was blown into the side of the building, with men in unmarked plastoid armor flooding in. They returned fire with blue blaster bolts.

“Commander!” One of the stormtroopers ran up to Crosshair. “Rebels have infiltrated the base!” He handed Crosshair an extra blaster. “We have to stop them befo—”

Crosshair didn’t waste another second before blasting the trooper into the room behind him.

“Get as many weapons as possible. We need to find Hunter!” Crosshair told Bolts. “Where is Wolffe?”

Bolts shook his head. “Not sure, sir.”

“Well, there’s no way he doesn’t know what’s happening. I need to get her—”

A detonator went off, sending everyone in the vicinity flying backward in a plume of fire and shrapnel. The air was violently punched from your lungs as you felt yourself skidding along the white polished floors.

You forced yourself to breathe with a heave. The ringing in your ears was nearly unbearable as you tried your hardest to regain your senses.

“Kark.” You wheezed, forcing yourself to roll over onto all fours. You took another painful breath before looking up, trying to find Crosshair’s silver hair in the chaos. All around you was fire and smoke, but there was no sign of Cross.

“I found the Ori’sol!” A muffled voice called out over the crackling of loose electrical wires.

“She’s alive!” a woman’s voice followed, “Where is the Commander?”

Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground by strong hands and into the arms of a strange Stormtrooper. A second trooper arrived, placing a flimsy oxygen mask over your face before jogging alongside the first trooper, getting further and further from the blast.

“Cross!” You cried out, feeling your voice struggle to keep up.

“Don’t worry, Ori’sol, we’ll find the Commander,” the medic said, trying to soothe you, but you weren’t feeling any calmer. In fact, the further these troopers carried you from the action, the more worried you became. You tried to scream, but you couldn’t seem to find your voice. They just didn’t understand.

You pushed against the white plastoid armor, trying to get away, but the trooper held you tighter to prevent your squirming. Their jog came to a stop when they reached the medical sector.

“Quickly, trooper, in here,” a frustratingly calm voice ordered. You turned your head to see a tall white alien, Nala Se, as the two troopers carried you inside the medical clinic.

“They’re invading the entire base. We have to go back to help the others,” the medic told Nala Se.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the Ori’sol is alright,” she replied, guiding them to set you down on the medical table. The troopers hurried back outside into the chaos, leaving you alone with Nala Se.

“Quick, Y/N,” she urged, removing the oxygen mask and handing you a data drive.

You looked at her, confused.

“That contains all the information about the clone troopers and your DNA replicants. I already informed your mate that I had your samples destroyed. Take this. It will help you and your mates.”

You shook your head. “What?”

“The secrets of cloning belonged to my people for thousands of years. Kamino is gone, and I will not let the Empire obtain such knowledge. They’ve unleashed enough terror on the galaxy.”

You stared at her, dumbfounded. “You… you’re the helper?”

She blinked at you.

“You gave Cross the birth control?”

She nodded.

“You removed all the inhibitor chips?”

She nodded.

“Why?”

She blinked. “The Empire is holding someone important to me hostage. I had to help them or they’d hurt her. But I did what I could to help the troopers. What Tarkin desires is unnatural.”

You took a deep breath. “Then we need to go now.”

“I cannot,” she sighed.

“Why not?”

“I can’t leave,” she said, turning back around. “I’ll make sure everything is destroyed here. You go find your mate, leave, and help the troopers.”

You took the drive and clenched it tightly. With one last nod, you turned to leave the medical clinic.

Leaving Nala Se behind, you ran down the corridor, jumping over debris and destruction.

“Crosshair! Hunter!” You called out as you neared the battle zone.

“Tiny!” You heard a familiar voice and spun around.

Wolffe and Grim trotted up to you in their dirtied pajamas, both clutching stolen weapons.

“Wolffe!” You ran over to them.

“Where’s your mate?” he snarled, firing into the smoke to provide cover for both of you.

“I got separated in the blast!” You showed him the data drive in your fist. “I have to get this out.”

“What is it?” Grim asked, looking down the hallway and shooting a few stormtroopers in the back.

“I don’t know. Nala Se said it would help you all and that it contains my cloning information.”

“We need to find another way out of here. We’re not going to get through that door with all this heat,” Wolffe said.

“I heard Hunter earlier, but the blaster fire separated us,” you said, clutching the drive.

“Oh, your boys are here, alright,” Grim laughed. “Big guy blasted a hole through the front door.”

Wrecker.

“Rex is here too,” Wolffe said. “Brought the whole damn infantry.”

Rex came? Wow, your message did get to them. You were suddenly filled with relief. You knew your boys would get you out of here.

“We have to go find them!” you said, just as another bomb went off somewhere else in the base.

“Residential is just up ahead. We could get back to the bunks, find who’s there, and then make a plan to get out of here,” Wolffe said.

“Is that an order, Commander?” Grim asked, firing into the troopers.

“Yes,” Wolffe decided.

You both nodded and followed behind the Gen 1 clone. The smoke seemed much less frightening with two skilled soldiers leading the way. They expertly navigated through the chaos, guiding you in the right direction. Turning left, they entered the vacant residential hall.

You couldn’t remember a time in the GAR when you were in direct line of fire. The only time you recalled was in Jabba the Hutt’s palace, and it was nothing like this. Two groups of trained soldiers on both sides, though it was becoming clear that the clone troopers were far superior.

The three of you turned down the eerie, dark hallways with flashing emergency lights, seeing the lake through the large panoramic window. Outside, there was fire, smoke, and blaster fire in the tree line. It was an absolute siege. The sky was lined with TIE fighters and old repurposed Republic fighter jets like the ones Anakin and Obi-Wan used to fly.

The outside was glowing with blaster lights.

“Move, trooper! They couldn’t have gone far,” a Reg’s voice echoed through the halls, causing Wolffe and Grim to halt and wait to see who was approaching.

Through the fog emerged Bolts, Stunner, a frightened group of omegas, and Crosshair.

“Y/N!” he called, rushing to you. He had shrapnel scratches all over his face but was otherwise uninjured. You sighed with relief and tucked into his chest.

“I couldn’t find you after the blast,” you said.

“We have to get her out of here,” Wolffe said. “She has important data that we need to get to Rex.”

Crosshair gave you a suspicious look, but you responded with a hand signal indicating you’d explain later.

“We can’t get through the main entrance,” Grim pointed out. “It’s too hot.”

“There is no other exit,” Bolts shook his head. “Unless Crosshair knows something we don’t.”

Crosshair shook his head. “They were careful to only give me information that couldn’t be used against them. I don’t know another exit that doesn’t drop us right into the center of the hive.”

A tense moment of silence followed, broken only by the blaring security alarms. Stunner pointed beyond your head. “There.”

You all looked at him.

“We can jump,” he said.

You whipped around, looking at the inky black lake below.

“We don’t know what’s down there!” you squeaked.

“It’s our only option, or we’ll be trapped here while Tarkin calls for backup,” Stunner reasoned. “It will only be a matter of time before the entire Imperial army is here.”

“What about Hunter and the others?” You looked up at Crosshair.

He remained silent, trying to evaluate all possible scenarios, none of which he liked.

“We don’t have much time,” Wolffe said, looking down at you. “It’s now or never.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Crosshair cut you off. “Let’s go.”

He raised his weapon and used the buttstock of the blaster to strike the glass. A small crack formed as the glass vibrated; it was reinforced.

The other clones grabbed their rifles to help. On a count of three, they all brought down their weapons, sending spiderweb cracks across the window.

“Back up!” Crosshair ordered. Everyone retreated as he raised his weapon and fired two plasma bolts, shattering the entire window. Aggressive winds pushed through the new opening, making you shiver. The wind whistled through the base, rushing past the hallways.

“Kark me,” you muttered, looking over the edge at the nearly four-story drop below. “Why do I keep ending up in situations where I have to swim?”

You heard Wolffe chuckle. “We gotcha, kid. No worries.”

“No worries?” you squeaked.

“C’mon, don’t think about it or you’ll freak yourself out,” Crosshair said, slinging his rifle around his body and tightening it, preparing to jump.

“Who’s first?” Bolts asked, looking a bit uncertain.

“Me and the lieutenant,” Wolffe said, glancing at Stunner, who nodded. They both stepped as far back as the hallway would allow. “We’ll let you know when we reach the bottom. Jump as far out as you can!”

Bolts gave Stunner a nod of confidence before they ran and launched themselves from the ledge. You and Crosshair watched as they plummeted into the darkness. You barely registered a white splash as they landed before looking up at your mate, unsure if you could do this. He sent calming energy through the bond, and you shivered.

“Look at me,” he said, placing his hand on your cheek. “Do that thing you did back on the transport.”

“What thing?” you whined.

“When you took over our skills,” he said.

“I’ve only done it in life-or-death situations!” you half-yelled.

He shrugged and looked around. “I think this would fall into that category.”

You huffed and closed your eyes. “I don’t know how it works!”

“Well, we don’t have much time,” he said, dragging you to the back wall as panic set in.

“Crosshair, I really don’t think—”

He suddenly grabbed your hand, and it felt like being submerged in cold water again. You took a deep breath, feeling his calm settle over you. You were no longer afraid. In fact, you knew exactly how hard you’d have to push off the ledge and the form you’d need to make to ensure the water didn’t hurt on impact. You even had a basic understanding of water and swimming. Crosshair had been doing it his whole life on Kamino.

“Let’s go,” you breathed, focusing.

He gave you a nod and held tightly onto your hand.

“We’ll be right behind you!” Bolts and Grim prepared to jump as well. The other omegas in the corner watched with bated breath as you and Crosshair took off into a sprint, gaining as much speed as you could before using your back legs to push off the ledge with everything you had.

Flinging yourself into the darkness below, you watched as the water’s surface approached rapidly. Before you hit the water, you released Crosshair, crossed your arms over your chest, and made yourself as streamlined as possible. The moment your feet hit the water, you slid in, enveloped in icy cold.

Using Crosshair’s knowledge of swimming, you held your breath and began kicking upward, using your arms as leverage. The darkness made it hard to see the surface, but you kicked and kicked until you finally broke through.

With a deep breath, you blinked your eyes and looked around, seeing Crosshair swimming over to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” you replied, glancing up and realizing just how massive the base really was.

“We gotta keep moving! Wolffe is over there!” Crosshair pointed to the shoreline, where Wolffe and Stunner were dragging themselves out of the water.

You used your arms to steer and paddled alongside your mate, trying your best to keep breathing deeply despite the freezing water beating against you.

Behind you, you heard Bolts scream, followed by a loud splash and the shrill shriek of the omegas coming close behind.

You kept your eyes trained on Crosshair’s silvery hair as he paddled to shore and stood up to help you climb the large rocks leading to the empty beach.

“Do you know where we are?” Wolffe asked your mate as you wrung out your hair.

You bent down to help pull the other omegas from the water.

“Looks like it’s the south side of the compound,” Crosshair said, looking around to get his bearings. “I only entered and exited from the north side. But since the window we jumped from was in the lower residential area, that means we’re south.”

“How do we get to Rex and the 99s?” Stunner asked, shaking the water from his blaster and checking for damage.

“We gotta hike,” Wolffe said, looking at the mountain ahead.

“Are we even going to make it?” you said. “It’s too far. They’re never going to get us before the Imperial army arrives!”

Crosshair started to laugh.

You turned to face him, confused, as did everyone else.

He continued to laugh hysterically, making you start to freak out slightly.

Then he stopped and yelled, “Fuck!” The forest around you fell completely silent.

You all remained silent, watching your mate lose his composure.

“We’re going to be stranded here!” he continued, his silvery voice filled with rage. “The fucking Empire is going to find us, and everything Hunter and Rex did will have been for nothing! There’s no escape from these bastards! T-They’re everywhere…”

You shook your head and turned away, letting him continue his rant while you wandered down the beach.

Wolffe was going to follow you, but Grim stopped him with an outstretched arm. They watched you silently as you stepped into the darkness.

You continued forward, feeling the quiet surround you despite the bombings and shootings happening in the background. You walked down the beach, closing your eyes and following the faint feeling blossoming inside your chest. You could sense it, like a tapping on your sternum. Focusing deeply, you nurtured the sensation, feeling it expand until you realized who it was.

Opening your eyes, you took a deep breath, feeling the connection snap into place as if Hunter was able to see through your eyes. You couldn’t hear him, but you could feel his presence all around you.

“Hunter!” you breathed out.

Moments later, you felt the earth rumble as bright lights appeared above the mountain crest. A repurposed relic-era cargo vessel descended onto the beach.

You stood up, raising an arm to block out the bright lights as the ship opened its cargo hold.

“Are you Y/N?!” a Reg’s voice shouted from the deck.

“Yes!” you screamed back.

“Sergeant Hunter sent us!” he said. “Get in!”

You spun around, looking at the group. “C’mon!” You waved them over before heading for the cargo hatch.

“How did she do that?” Bolts asked, flabbergasted.

Crosshair leapt inside, extending his hand to help the others load in.

Once everyone was safely inside, you turned to the unfamiliar regs standing in the cargo hold.

“Sergeant, we have her and CT-9904. We’ll meet you back at base for a reunion at 0300 hours,” the Reg said, giving you and Crosshair a kind smile.

You felt Crosshair wrap his arms around you, and you turned to face him, resting your wet head against his damp chest and hearing his calming heartbeat.

“We did it,” he said, resting his chin on your head. You hummed, finally beginning to feel relief you hadn’t felt in a standard month.

“So who are you guys?” a Reg asked, wearing civilian clothing.

“Wolffe stepped forward. ‘104th, omegas being held captive, a 99 and his mate,’” he introduced everyone. “You?”

“212th Attack Battalion,” he replied. “Rex got us out not long ago. We’ve been working with him ever since.”

You perked up.

“General Kenobi’s battalion?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Commander Cody?” you asked, feeling hopeful.

“Alive and well, miss,” he smiled.

You sighed with relief.

“What’s your name?” Crosshair asked.

“Wooley.”

“Wait.” You released Crosshair to face him. “I know you.”

He looked you up and down skeptically before leaning back against the wall with a raised brow. “Medic on Ryloth. You ran with the 501st boys.”

“Yeah, you’re the field medic, right?” you asked.

He nodded. “Good memory, nat.”

You smiled.

Wolffe interrupted, “Not to ruin the reunion, but where are we going?”

Wooley nodded. “Rex has a base where he brings clones he rescues from the Empire. It’s invisible to the Imps, so we’re meeting back there once he picks up as many brothers as he can.”

“There’s more?” you asked.

“Ma’am, Captain Rex saved thousands of us,” Wooley said proudly. “And with your intel, hopefully every clone at that base.”

Holy kark.

You hadn’t realized the size of this operation. You thought only your mates would have shown with Rex in tow, but he managed to assemble an entire army to storm that base—all because of your information and a well-timed dirty chase through the woods. You stifled a laugh.

Lightly thumbing the holodrive in your hand, you looked to Crosshair, knowing that the weight of the Empire was finally beginning to lift from your shoulders.

He returned a similar look. He may be stoic, but you could see the hope in his eyes.

You were finally going to be free…

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hbyrde36 · 13 days ago

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Midsummer Nights (AKA Summer Camp Fic)

WC: 3665 | R: Explicit (for eventual smut) | Ch 2/? | AO3

Ch 1 <-

Chapter 2

“You look like shit,” Robin said, sitting down across from Steve at their usual table in the dining hall, letting the tray she held slam down on the tabletop a little bit harder than necessary.

Steve winced, the loud sound making his head throb painfully. If he didn't know better he’d think he was hungover. “Thanks.”

“I know how much you value honesty.” She shrugged and pushed one end of the tray towards him so they could share, eating a few bites of egg before passing him the fork, trading it for a piece of buttered toast.

No wonder people thought they were a couple.

“I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” he said between mouthfuls of the fluffy scramble. Camp food had never been this good when they were kids, but ever since Hopper found Alexei, mealtimes had actually become something to look forward to.

“First day jitters?” She asked.

“Yeah… and–uh, we had that late arrival?”

“Right, Hopper said. Oh no, did the guy come in all rude and loud in the middle of the night?”

“No, nothing like that. I was still awake anyway. He’s just so—” Steve heaved a sigh, the love-sick tone of it giving him away as easily as if he’d said the words aloud. He pushed his end of the tray aside, laying his head down on the sticky surface of the table.

“Seriously, Steven?” Robin leaned in to hiss quietly. “Are you telling me you have a crush on this guy already?”

“You didn’t see him,” he whined.

“Neither did you!”

He raised back up with a huff. She just didn’t get it. “Sure it was dark, but I saw enough. Trust me. Long hair, tattoos, piercings.”

He’d seen a little not in the dark too.

The second Steve woke up this morning his eyes had fallen once again on the other boy still fast asleep in his own bunk. Half his face was covered by the corner of his quilt, but the sunlight peeking in through the cabin’s small windows fell on the other half, shining on the darkest of dark brown curls, and revealing the long sweep of eyelashes resting on his cheeks.

Robin swiveled in her seat, looking frantically around the hall.

“Don’t bother, he’s not here yet,” Steve mumbled, miserably.

She pouted, digging back into their communal plate.

“He plays guitar, Rob—guitar! Or, I assume he does since he brought one with him all the way from England.” Steve stared off into the middle distance, fantasizing about ringed hands flying across a fretboard. “Imagine what he can do with his fingers.”

Robin wrinkled her nose, frowning. “You have always been a slut for a British accent, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.”

Suddenly, the double doors at the center of the dining hall burst open, and whether he’d intended to make a spectacle of himself or not, there he was on full display.

The boy.

The one Steve had fallen head over heels for without sharing so much as a hello, without the other boy even knowing Steve existed, with all attention on him while he slunk inside with bleary eyes, frowning as he made his way slowly to the food line.

Though it was late June and sweltering outside, the stranger wore a pair of long black jeans, their slightly oversized hems hanging loosely around a pair of black combat boots. His shirt at least was short sleeved, but also black and emblazoned with the fading name of some band Steve had never heard of.

Drool pooled in Steve’s mouth.

Honestly the whole look was really doing it for him, he sort-of had a thing for alt guys, but the poor dude was going to melt in this heat if he kept dressing like that.

Steve was abruptly brought back down to earth as something small, wet, and a little bit squishy pinged him in the cheek. The blueberry projectile bounced off his face, landing smack in the middle of the remainder of their scrambled eggs.

He cut Robin, who didn’t even have the decency to look guilty, a sidelong glare. “What was that for!”

“You’re staring!” She whisper-shouted.

“Everyone is staring!”

“Not like they want to eat him! The rest of us are simply observing. Like watching a bear at the zoo… If that bear had his ears gauged and wore a wallet chain.”

Steve picked one of the small cartons of milk off their tray, sipping from it to stop himself from saying exactly what he’d like to do with that wallet chain. All the better to wind his hand around and reel his crush in for a kiss with, as far as he was concerned.

Robin looked back over her shoulder to take another peek at the dark-haired boy.

“And black nail polish.”

Steve snorted a laugh, a bit of milk dribbling out of his nose in the process.

Robin lost it, her cackling laughter mixing with his own to echo loudly through the metal building, drawing all eyes to them—including the object of Steve’s affection.

Shit.

The newcomer’s head whipped around in their direction, a scowl already painting his features as he and Steve locked eyes for a heart stopping moment.

Steve dropped the other boy’s gaze quickly and threw a hand over his own mouth, reaching across the table to swat Robin on the shoulder and get her to shut up too.

“What?” she asked, turning around and making an obvious show out of it.

Steve wanted to crawl under the table and hide. He risked another glance and—yup! Mr. tall, dark, and hot-as-fuck was still staring daggers at the two of them.

“Oof.” She spun back, grimacing.

Steve groaned. “He probably thinks we were laughing at him now.”

“Nah,” she waved a hand in an unconvincing show of casual confidence. “I bet that’s just his face.”

“Do you have any friends other than me?” Steve asked.

Because sometimes… sometimes he wondered.

“No comment.”

As they finished their breakfast Steve kept his eyes firmly on his own table, afraid that if he tried to keep tabs on his new crush he’d get caught staring again. By the time he and Robin were done eating and he got up to deposit their last bits of food and the plastic flatware in the trash, he’d almost convinced himself that she was right. Not that the boy he liked always wore a perpetual look of irritation, but that his sour mood likely had nothing to do with them.

It was hot out, it was early, and the guy had to be exhausted after a long day of travel and too little sleep.

Too distracted with his thoughts, Steve didn’t hear the footsteps or the jingle of chains approaching. He added the now empty tray to the pile to be washed, turning to head back to his table without looking and accidentally shoulder checked someone coming up behind him.

Hard.

“Oi!” The dark-haired boy cried out, stumbling back with flailing arms.

Steve reached out automatically to steady him, gripping his slender waist. “Sorry!”

The boy made a face, shaking off the touch as he reared back. “Bellend,” he spat under his breath, walking away before Steve could say another word.

Mortified, and surely red in the face, Steve shuffled back to his seat.

“Smooooth,” Robin said, drawing the word out.

“Shut up.”

She reached across the table to pat his hand, half comforting, half patronizing. “What did he say to you, anyway?”

“He called me a bell end?” Steve said, a little unsure. He’d heard a decent amount of slang from other countries before, but clearly not enough. “I don’t know what it means but I'm pretty sure it wasn’t good.”

“I think he–” Robin snapped her mouth shut, sealing her lips tight but laughter bubbled up in her throat and inevitably spilled out anyway. “Basically, he called you a dickhead.”

“Great,” Steve grunted, “even insulting me he sounded hot. I’m so pathetic.”

“What else is new?”

A sudden shrill, ear-piercing tone cut through the air, the feedback from Hopper’s ancient microphone threatening to burst all their eardrums as he switched it on, giving it three quick taps to test if it was working.

“Good morning!” The older man bellowed, mouth too close to the mic, as usual.

There were a few quiet, half hearted returns of his sentiment from some of the older staff, while the rest only sat in silence.

“I said… good morning!” Hopper tried again, obnoxiously.

This time everyone, even Steve and Robin, gave an enthusiastic response, if only to move the announcement process along.

“That’s more like it. I want to take a moment to welcome all of you, new and returning staff alike, to the start of pre-camp 1999! As always, the owners and I are looking forward to making this summer even better than the last, and that starts with all of you. I’ve gone ahead and broken you into groups of two. When I call your name please see my wife, Joyce—” Hopper pointed down one end of the room, raising his voice as though it wasn’t already booming through the large speakers situated on either side of the hall. “Wave your hand, honey, so they can find you.”

The small woman—who’d been Steve’s surrogate mother every summer for as long as he could remember—stood, beaming as she raised her palm up high.

“She’ll give you and your partner your assignments for the day. Lunch will be grab and go, so just wander back in here whenever you feel like you need a break and remember to drink plenty of water!”

Steve and Robin shared a glance, letting out matching sighs of relief, sure that Hopper would pair them together.

However, the feeling was short-lived.

After only a handful of other pairs were called, Hopper shouted, “Buckley! McNulty!”

Son of a bitch.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked, annoyed, watching an unfamiliar redhead a few tables away rise, wiggling her fingers in Robin’s direction before trotting over to where Joyce sat.

“That’s Vickie, she’s new,” Robin swallowed audibly, turning to him with wide eyes. “Oh my god, Steve, I can’t believe he’s doing this to us! She’s so pretty, how do I even talk to her?”

“Oh how the tables have turned,” Steve teased. “Karma! That's what you get for making fun of me all morning.”

No sooner had Robin got up and walked away, subtly giving him the finger behind her back, when Hopper called out the next two partners.

“Harrington! Munson!”

Unease crawled up Steve’s throat.

Another unfamiliar name. With the smallest shred of hope he thought back to meeting Argyle the day before. Had he said his last name?

Steve didn’t think so, and one look around the room confirmed his fears.

A head of thick, dark, wild curls was already making its way towards Joyce.

Great.

Steve got up, rushing behind the other boy, catching up just as Joyce was rounding her table, standing on tip-toe to throw her arms around his shoulders.

“Oh honey, it’s so good to see you!” She pulled back, looking Steve up and down like a proud parent who’s just realized how much you’ve grown. “I’m sorry about separating you and Robin, but we thought it’d be better to pair new folks with those who were more familiar with the camp.” She stepped away, grinning as she looked between him and the other boy—Munson—who’d temporarily lost his scowl in favor of a polite, if tight-lipped, smile.

“You and Mr. Munson here, are gonna take on the boathouse and waterfront area today.” Joyce went on after consulting her clipboard. “There's a checklist on the wall just inside the door of the building.”

Munson tipped his head in a nod before walking off towards the bathrooms.

Joyce met Steve’s eye with a raised brow. “He’s a quiet one.”

“Yeah,” Steve agreed absently, still watching the other boy’s back move away with half an eye.

“Good thing he’s got you,” Joyce said, with a wink. “I'm sure you’ll do your best to make him feel welcome.”

After he finished helping to wipe down tables, Steve found Munson already out by the boathouse, easy enough for even a newbie to locate, being the only building near the lake and dock. He had his eyes closed, kicked back and lounging on an upturned canoe smoking a cigarette, face tilted up to the sun.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Like a scene from a music video, it was as if this guy was ripped right out of Steve’s dreams and made real. For once he was thankful for the heat. He could blame his sudden sweat and red cheeks on that.

In an effort not to startle Munson and have yet another embarrassing encounter before they’d even exchanged first names, Steve made sure to drag his feet a little through the dirt and stone as he got close.

When that elicited no reaction, he cleared his throat, stopping near the end of the canoe, casting a shadow over Munson’s spot.

The stunning figure pursed his plush lips, blowing out a long plume of smoke right in Steve’s face, and finally cracked one eye open, squinting up at him.

“I–um, y-you can’t smoke on campus once the kids are here,” Steve stammered.

Oh god, why was that the first thing he said?

Munson rolled his eyes, sliding off the side of the boat to stand, pinching the end of his cigarette between his fingers to put it out before slipping it into his pocket. “Got it, boss.”

“Um, S-Steve? I-I mean, I'm Steve.”

Aaand, he continued to sound like an idiot.

Awesome.

Steve managed to resist the urge to smack himself in the forehead, but only just.

After a long pause the other boy raised a single pierced eyebrow. "Call me Eddie."

“Eddie.” Steve nodded dumbly as he slowly backed away. “There’s… checklist. I’ll just—” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the big roll up door that would open the boathouse, and finally managed to tear his eyes away from Eddie, turning to open it up.

The list of tasks was expected enough. Less expected was how much of a disaster he’d become.

Steve skimmed the paper over as he took it and the clipboard off the wall, taking a few deep, calming breaths before walking back out to face Eddie again, and promptly choked on his own air.

Eddie had pulled a small object from his pocket, and with a casual flick of his wrist, a blade appeared in his hand. He bent down, setting it against his inner thigh, carefully slicing through the thick denim all the way around. He tore the last few inches by hand before repeating the process on his other side.

The reveal of long pale legs had Steve practically hyperventilating, a situation not helped in the slightest when Eddie proceeded to set the blade to his shirt sleeves next.

Steve must have made a sound or something, because Eddie glanced up as he finished cutting his homemade tank top to go with his new shorts, finally noticing him standing there.

Eddie’s lip curled in a sneer. “What you looking at?”

For a second Steve could only stand and stare openly, his brain completely offline. He’d already seen the ink decorating Eddie’s forearms—a swarm of bats and some creepy puppet guy—but now he could also see an unusual dragon on the boy’s upper arm, and with the sleeves of his shirt now cut out and wide, Steve got a peek of even more artwork on his chest.

“I-I w-wasn’t… I mean, y-you—you’re…” Steve sputtered as his brain booted back up slowly.

“Whatever, mate,” Eddie said, pointing his pocket knife in Steve’s direction before flicking it closed and slipping it from sight. “And before you talk to me like I'm a bloody moron again, I know kids and knives don’t mix.”

“Right,” Steve nodded, running a hand over the back of his neck. He dropped his eyes back down to the list. Maybe if he focused on the task at hand, he could stop digging this fucking hole for himself.

First order of business was to drag the rest of the boats and kayaks outside, check them over for wear and tear and stack them on their racks.

They moved around each other in silence, only interacting when they had to work together to move the two longest canoes. When that was done and it was time to place the chairs out to the sandy shore of the lake, Eddie was dripping sweat and obviously struggling, but seemingly refused to ask for or suggest a break.

Steve had them sort the lifejackets next instead, something they could do sitting in the shade with two ice cold bottles of water.

More than once Steve opened his mouth to say something in conversation, anything to break the building, palpable tension, but each time he cringed, remembering how badly he flubbed things so far, and thought better of it. A wise move considering that every time he forgot to rein himself in, and accidentally stared at the other boy a little too long he’d earn a new dirty look.

They took a late lunch, only sitting down long enough to inhale a few sandwiches each before returning to work.

Soon enough the day was nearing its end, and the only things left to do were take stock of the fishing equipment, and swim out from the dock to place the buoys and rope floats for the season, demarking the swimming area from the rest of the lake.

“My trunks are up at the cabin…” Eddie trailed off, the most words he’d spoken at once since they started.

“I’ve got it,” Steve offered, shedding his cargo shorts to show his swimsuit hiding underneath. “I don’t mind, if you’d rather check the rods and tackle.”

Eddie looked away quickly, clearing his throat as he did an about-face. He waved a hand over his shoulder, which Steve took to mean he’d accepted the division of labor.

The lake was cool and refreshing after so long in the sun, and Steve felt his mood lift for the first time all day, even welcoming the tickle of pondweed on his feet while he treaded water, carefully tying the ropes out where they belonged. He took his time swimming back in, reveling in the feel of water gliding over his skin until he reached the doc where Eddie’s black-clad form was already waiting.

Steve wondered how long the other boy had been watching him.

They were done for the day, Eddie could have just left, but instead he leaned out over the edge, reaching a hand down to help Steve out of the water. Though the ladder was only feet away, he took it, the skin of his palm tingling at the contact.

“Thanks,” Steve breathed, lips parted.

The second he was safely on the dock Eddie let go, clenching his fist at his side as he spun and walked away without a word.

Steve watched his retreating figure make its way up the hill to the road that led to the cabins, and couldn’t help thinking, this was going to be one long summer.

”He hates me,” Steve bemoaned, for the umpteenth time, while he and Robin stomped through the thick undergrowth, searching for the path that would lead them through the woods along the edge of camp property to the not-so-secret clearing where counselors got together to party after sundown.

They’d find the spot one way or another. Steve could already see the flickering light of the bonfire in the distance and hear the sound of music drifting through the trees, tinny and staticky from the blown speakers of Jonathan’s old boombox.

“Are you sure you’re not overreacting?” Robin asked. “You said he pulled you out of the water, that doesn’t sound like someone who hates you.”

Steve shook his head, not that she could see him in the dark. They’d have to remember to bring a flashlight next time.

“Maybe he’ll be here tonight,” she said. “You could offer him one of your disgusting lukewarm beers and bury the hatchet once and for all.”

Steve harrumphed, hugging the six pack of rattling bottles to his chest. “It doesn’t matter. It’s just another stupid crush that’ll go nowhere, anyway. Let’s face it, I'm destined to get my heart broken by straight boys for the rest of my life.”

Robin stifled a giggle.

“What now,” he groaned.

“You think Eddie… is straight?” She asked in a horrible, and frankly offensive, English accent.

Steve could only hope she never did it in front of the boy in question.

“You don’t?” He asked.

“He’s some flavor of gay, I'd put money on it,” She said emphatically. “Whether he actually knows that about himself yet or not? Remains to be seen.”

“How do you do tha—ow!” A sharp sting had Steve sucking air through his teeth, slapping at his neck to ward off mosquitos. “How do you read people like that?”

“Well, in this case, uh… I have eyeballs?”

Steve rolled his eyes. He wasn’t convinced she was right but he couldn’t deny that her assessment had awakened a small spark of hope in him. Even if she was wrong, or if Eddie just simply didn’t like him like that, it couldn't hurt to keep trying to make friends.

Right?

Unfortunately, when they finally entered the clearing and Steve took a look at the faces gathered around the fire, Eddie was nowhere to be found. He spent the next two hours sharing half a tree stump with Robin and getting drunk about it.

When he eventually stumbled back to his cabin for the night, he found Eddie still fully dressed, snoring loudly, face down and completely passed out on top of his covers.

Adorable.

Steve kicked off his shoes and followed suit, only pulling off his shirt before falling onto his own still made-up bunk.

It was too warm for blankets anyway.

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slytherin-paramour · 1 year ago

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Ok, so it's three days late and probably full of typos and shit but I finally finished my Weasley Wednesday "Wet" contribution!

There is no smut (apologies), just purest of fluffy fluff times with our boi.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

WET

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A shrill shriek erupted from your mouth at a sudden intense pain that felt like you were being stabbed in your calf. Looking down, you realised that your assumption wasn't too far removed from reality. A small, writhing mass of slimy looking flesh was attached to your leg, it's row's of razor sharp teeth currently embedded into your flesh, having ripped into your stockings. It had oversized ears, shaped somewhat similarly to a dragons wings, and bulbous eyes that flitted wildly about as it attempted to tear off a chunk of your skin. You might have thought that it was cute if it wasn't savaging you.

Hissing in agony, you shook your leg vigorously in an effort to fling the damned thing off you. No luck. It flapped its head wings manically, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a gurgle and a growl and bit down harder. The pain intensified, and you yelped, glaring down angrily at whatever this little demon creature was. You didn't want to hurt it, not really, but it wasn't giving you much choice. You reached into your robe and pulled out your ebony wand. You were suddenly aware of the fact that you had begun to feel quite woozy, vision spotting in the corners, and your leg burned as though it were on fire.

A figure burst through the lining of trees, the sound of branches snapping and erratic breathing drawing your attention away from your painful situation.

"I heard screaming! MC, what's wrong? Are you..." Garreth Weasley's mouth stopped moving and his face paled as he took in your appearance, his verdant gaze travelling from your sweaty face and down to the snarling little beast that was still trying to make a meal out of you. You were gripping the trunk of an old oak tree now, trying to keep yourself upright, though it was starting to become quite the task. Dropping the arm full of ingredients that he'd gathered from the forest, he pulled out his wand hastily.

"I'm going to need you to hold as still as possible, MC. Can you do that for me?" Your best friends voice was calm and collected, and you tried to focus on that instead of the blinding pain that was slowly making its way further up your leg. You nodded quickly, feeling a bead of sweat fall over your temple. Garreth had rolled up his sleeves and gripped his wand firmly. He moved closer to the thrashing creature and aimed at it steadily.

"Hold still, you little bugger...Flippendo!" A jet of purple sparks shot from the tip of the read heads wand and impacted with the body of the impish beast. Instantly, it's jaws wrenched open, and it released your flesh. The knockback jinx flung it away from your body as if it had been electrocuted, careening somewhere into the surrounding foliage with an outraged screech.

You breathed a relieved sigh, glancing down at your leg. Oh. It didn't look great, you thought, through oncoming dizziness. Blood seeped from a wound that had begun to turn dark at its centre, thin tendrils of black crawling out and travelling up to your knee. The look on Garreth's face did nothing to stem your worry as he stared at your injury in horror. Frantically, he yanked his red and gold tie away from his neck and wrapped it tightly above your wound, so tight that you could feel your blood pulsing through the damaged appendage. The immense burning had begun to feel more numb and tingly, and though your vision was a bit off and the dizziness hadn't subsided you did have to wonder why your Gryffindor friend was in such a tizzy. He was raking around in his satchel now, sweat beading on his forehead and eyes as wide as saucers. You grunted and slumped down against the tree, reaching out to grip the sleeve of his robe.

"What's the matter? Why are you so panicked? It's just a bite." His green eyes shot up to meet yours for a hot second before darting back to your leg.

"It's NOT just a random bite, MC. That thing that was trying to eat you was a bloody Doxy!" He had unstoppered a vial of Wiggenweld potion as he spoke and brought it to your lips, urging you to swallow it. You did as he asked, and whilst you drank, you watched through steadily blurring vision as he practically splashed the ugly black wound with Dittany essence.

Wiping his brow, he shifted backwards and stood up quickly.

"We need to get you to Madam Blainey. Now. Those potions should help to slow the venom, but..VENOM?" You cut across him, a bit of fear now crossing your features. You were beginning to feel unbearably hot. Garreth leaned down, one large arm wrapping around your shoulders and the other gripping you carefully under your knees. He looked into your eyes worriedly. He had momentarily forgotten that even though you were nearing the end of your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still relatively new to the wizarding world, and thus didn't know about ALL of it's surprises and dangers.

"Yes, venom. Doxy venom. Extremely toxic to humans. I'll explain on the way. I'll need to carry you to the nearest floo flame. The more you exert yourself, the quicker the venom spreads." You winced a little as he hoisted you up and supported your weight across his chest.

Resting your head into his shoulder, you noticed how broad he'd become, the way he carried you as if you were feather light surprising you in the best of ways. You groaned as a sudden spasm of pain shot through your thigh. Glancing at the source, you saw that the black tendrils from the bite had reached the top of your leg. You looked away, burying your face into Garreth's chest as you fought the urge to throw up.

"I don't feel good..." You mumbled softly, your voice notably weaker than before. "Shit, shit, shit!" Garreth was barreling through the forest at a record pace, holding you protectively against him as he clambered over ancient tree roots and rock formations. He very nearly went arse over tit, but managed to stay upright and on course, breathing a sigh of relief when the floo flame at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest came into view. He struggled to get his words out with the exertion of the situation, chest heaving dramatically.

"MC, are you still with me? Whatever you do, don't fall asleep, OK? We're almost there, I've got you." You felt the deep rumble of Garreth's voice but couldn't make out the words that he spoke. Everything sounded as though you were underwater, and in a way, it was peaceful.

"OI! PLEASE, MC! Stay with me! Merlin no...!" Your arm's fell limply to dangle at your sides, eyes half lidded. A blurred collage of firey red and striking green was the last thing you recall seeing before darkness took you.

Blinking into consciousness, the first sensation that bombarded you was how insanely dry your mouth felt. Your eyes squinted open before taking a few rapid blinks. Ow. That was a mistake. A dull throb in your head caused you to close your eyes once more, leaning your face to the side and into the plush pillow that you lay upon.

Then there were fingers wrapping into your hand, the grip tight but not uncomfortable. You instinctively squeezed back, the warmth of the large hand a comfort in your half-aware state. You chanced opening an eye again and were greeted with the exhausted looking face of your best friend. He was looking down at you with such a sadness on his features that it damned near broke your heart. He looked like he hadn't slept for weeks. You smiled up at him weakly, one eye still not quite open.

"Hey, handsome." Garreth remained uncharacteristically quiet, but you saw the tell tale twitch of a smile in the corner of his mouth. The grip on your hand tightened. "Evening sunshine. Welcome back to the land of the living." You laughed lightly, pushing your body into a more upright position with a fatigued huff.

The red heads eye's were still studying you worriedly as you settled back against the headboard of your bed. You'd now ascertained that you were in the hospital wing, the sterile scent that invaded your nostrils, and peace of the place were a dead giveaway. You suddenly remembered all that had transpired in the forest and quickly moved to throw the sheets from your lower half, shocking the Gryffindor in the process.

"Merlin's beard, MC! What are you doing?" You glanced at him apologetically before returning your gaze to your legs.

You winced a little at the dull ache in your head as you inspected yourself, experimentally bending your knee up and down. "The bite wound is gone. It still feels a tad numb, though perhaps that's due to being stuck in a hospital bed?" Garreth hummed gently. You looked from your legs and up to his face, and to your surprise, he was turned away from you, his face almost as red as his hair. You frowned, a look of confusion crossing your face until mere seconds later, you realised why he'd become so skittish. In your haste to inspect your injury, you'd yanked your hospital gown up to your waist, completely disregarding the fact that your friend was sitting beside you. Your attractive male friend with whom you'd shared numerous "moments" with over the last year, you might add.

With a flush to your own face, you scrambled to pull the fabric back down and cover your underwear, though you were certain that Garreth must have gotten an eyeful. You looked up at him with an awkward smile, reaching over to stroke your fingers over his wrist gently. "Sorry about that, my modesty is in tatters, it seems. How very un-lady like of me."

He turned to look at you again, blush still adording his freckled cheeks. His flaming hair flopped over his right eye, and you had the urge to run your hands through it. "You have to be a lady for that I'm afraid, MC, and I'm afraid that you're the most unlady like woman that I know." He chuckled as you swatted at his hand in mock indignation. You appreciated him trying to diffuse the awkwardness. "How very rude, Garreth Weasley. I can be a lady. It's not my fault that certain shady individuals are always asking me to go rooting through the wilderness for elusive potion ingredients now, is it?"

You knew instantly that you'd said the wrong thing. The way that your friends face fell and hands gripped so tightly at your bedsheets caused a lump to form in your throat. You tentatively reached out to soothe away the tension in his hands, your fingers brushing his knuckles, but he flinched at your touch. "Garreth..." You spoke his name meekly. "Are you ok...?" The Gryffindor didn't reply at first, merely continued to glare down at his lap angrily.

"It's just...I'm not... I'm angry at myself, MC. You could have died back there in that forest. I thought that you had died at one point. And for what? Some bloody ridiculous potion ingredients?" Your heart felt as though it had dropped out of your chest as you listened to the utter despair in his voice, his face twisted as though he were in physical pain. You brought a hand up to his face, ghosting his cheekbone with your thumb.

"This wasn't your fault, Gar. Please don't... but it WAS my fault, MC!" His words cut across yours sharply, the jerk of his head causing you to retract your hand swiftly. You looked at him dolefully, not used to witnessing the usually buoyant and optimistic boy in such a sorry state. His teeth clenched together, and the grip on your bedsheets increased double fold, so tight that you feared he may actually tear the fabric in two.

"Please don't try to convince me otherwise. It was me who cajoled you into exploring that forest. Even though I knew that it's Doxy breeding season at the moment. I was so desperate for those ingredients that I was willing to utterly disregard your safety. I don't deserve to be breathing the same air as you, let alone call you my friend." It was your turn to look angry now. You grabbed his large right hand with both of your own, squeezing it tightly before ripping his fingers away from the sheets and dragging it up to hold it against your chest.

"Garreth. Stop this right now." His eyes were wide as they met your livid ones. You found, however, that your anger was being countered by the overwhelming urge to weep. Your body was still recovering, and all of this emotional energy was beginning to drain you. When you spoke again, your voice was tired and cracked.

"If you ever so much as think such horrible things again, I'll hex you halfway across the Highlands." You sniffled, trying and failing to stop a rogue tear from falling. "I decided to help you search for that ingredient. Me. And I'd do it again, because you're my best friend and I care about you. I want to see you succeed. And do you honestly think that I don't realise how dangerous that bloody forest is? Gar, I spent most of my fifth year there. Hero of Hogwarts, remember?" You were happy to see a tiny smile on his face when you looked back up at the red head.

"You are quite reckless. And tenacious." He added, bringing the hand that wasn't cradled at your chest up to your face. He cupped your cold cheek affectionately, thumb brushing away the tear that had fallen there. You let out a short laugh, leaning into his palm as he continued to speak in that distinctly mellow voice of his.

"Only you could be bitten by a Doxy and be stubborn enough to survive without an immediate antidote."

Where your eyes had been closed, content in the warmth from Garreth's hand, they opened and glanced up at him in confusion. You briefly recalled the Gryffindor saying that he'd explain more about Doxy venom on the way to the hospital wing but must have passed out before he got the chance. "Tell me about Doxies, Gar. You gave me Dittany and Wiggenweld. Were they not enough?" He looked at you gravely, his frown reappearing. He wasn't particularly keen to talk about the beast that had very nearly killed you. With a sigh, he dropped his hand from your face to lay atop the cotton sheets.

Doxies are actually in the same class as faeries and pixies, the only difference being that they are extremely toxic to humans if bitten. Normal healing potions and tonics don't work against the venom, which spreads around the body at a deadly pace." Garreth looked pained again, obviously recalling the event in the forest. "If it seemed as though I were overly anxious at the time, it's because I was terrified that the bloody venom was going to kill you on the spot."

You smiled at him sympathetically, still clinging to his left hand. "And you said that the Wiggenweld slowed the venom down?" You continued to quiz him. If anything, it would serve as extremely useful information for the future. He nodded, his red curls bouncing slightly with the movement.

"The only thing that can truly save a person from the bite of a Doxy is the antidote to uncommon poisons. Not a potion that one usually carries in ones arsenal. That's why I knew that I needed to get you here as fast as possible." He finished tiredly.

You nodded to show your understanding, bringing your fingers up to swipe away a few strands of hair from your forehead. You stifled a yawn. The pounding inside your head had decreased quite a bit during your chatting. "Thank you for saving me, Gar. I quite literally would be lost without you and your astounding knowledge. So please, don't go on some big guilt trip over this, ok?"

Garreth's eye's softened as they studied your face, and he surprised you by leaning into you and pressing a light kiss against your forehead. You felt heat crawl up the skin of your neck, scarcely daring to move. "I'll try, MC." His green eyes lingered close to yours, and you found yourself unable to look away. It was only when Madame Blainey bustled around the curtain and to the foot of your bed that the intimate bubble between you both popped. Garreth darted away from you so fast that you swore he gave himself whiplash.

Face a little flushed, you smiled at the kindly yet stern matron sheepishly when she gave you a knowing raise of the eyebrow. The healer conjured up a large satchel, no doubt containing various medical supplies before turning to the Gryffindor with an impatient sigh. "I'm afraid you'll need to leave now, Mr. Weasley. Visiting hours are over, and this one needs to rest." She gestured to your tiring form, and you inadvertently proved the woman right with a loud yawn. Garreth's eyes drifted to yours, softening as he spoke. "Of course, Madame Blainey. I'll let you work your magic. I have something to be getting on with myself. MC, I'm glad you're OK. I'll see you after you're discharged in the morning. Sleep well." Your eyes rove up his broad back as he left, and when his flaming locks disappeared around the curtain, you felt incredibly empty.

The healer smiled at you empathetically as she began her basic health checks and you smiled in return, but for some reason all you were thinking about was your big, dorky best friend and how much you missed his comforting presence.

The following morning, Madame Blainey gave you a final check over. Much to your disdain, she had also insisted on taking a small vial of your blood, just to ensure that there were no lingering traces of the Doxy venom. Thankfully, there weren't. She sent you on your way, but not without a stern warning about not venturing into "that damned forest" again. You could hear her mumbling about how many careless students she'd had to heal from that place alone as you rounded the corner to head down the hospital wings spiral staircase.

Reaching the lower floors, which also happened to be the Professor's private quarters, you almost barrelled into a figure on the landing. Stumbling to the side, you caught yourself before you could physically topple over. Looking up apologetically, you were met with the concerned face of Professor Weasley. You shifted your bag over your shoulder uncomfortably. "I'm so sorry, Professor. I'm still a tad disorientated, it seems." The red-haired teacher smiled and brushed off your apology.

"No harm done, my dear. I do hope that you're doing better now, though? You gave me quite the scare when my nephew barged into the hospital wing with your unconscious body. Doxy venom is no joke, as I'm sure you're now aware." You nodded sheepishly, feeling like a little child in the presence of the powerful woman.

"Yes, thank you, professor. I owe a great debt to your nephew for his knowledge and quick thinking." The woman scrutinised you briefly, a small frown appearing on her face.

"As knowledgeable as that boy may be, it was foolish on his part to lead you into that forest in the first place. I would advise more caution from both of you in the future. Even though I realise that you are an extremely capable witch, that place is not to be taken lightly." You lowered your gaze to the floor.

"Of course, Professor. I apologise for causing such a hassle." The professor's features softened, noticing your dejected mood. "Well, let what's done be done. Speaking of that troublesome nephew of mine, you haven't seen him recently, have you? I've been searching for him all morning but haven't seen hide nor hair or him." You looked up at her, slighlty baffled.

"I'm afraid not, Professor. He came to visit me last night but I haven't seen him since he left." She looked slightly concerned for a moment but plastered a smile to her face and put a gentle hand to your shoulder. "Well, never mind. I'm sure he'll turn up later. Probably off brewing some precarious concoction in a bathroom somewhere, knowing that boy. If you DO see him, please let him know that I'm looking for him, won't you?" You smiled genuinely at the kind witch, promising that you would do that before beginning the long trek to the Slytherin common room.

As it turns out, you didn't see your best friend all day. After a little power nap in your dorm room, you'd sped off on a little hunt for the red head, starting at the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. The giant woman who occupied the portrait of the entrance kept throwing you and your green trimmed robes looks of disdain as you paced back and forth waiting for the first Gryffindor student to emerge so that you could quiz them on Garreth's whereabouts. It just so happened to be Leander Prewett who emerged from the portrait first, and you grabbed his sleeve quickly, pulling him to the side.

"Afternoon Leander. I was just wondering if Garreth happened to be in the common room or dorm at the moment?" The tall ginger looked you over before smiling.

"He left the common room in the early hours, and I've not seen him since, thought he'd be visiting you if I'm honest. You're practically inseparable now, aren't you?" You flushed a little at the Gryffindors obvious implication. "Yes, well, Garreth is a great friend, as you well know." You replied impatiently. Leander ran a hand over the back of his neck with that nervous disposition that he often exuded.

"Oh...yes, of course. Well then, if I see him, I'll be sure to let him know that his "friend" is looking for him." You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the boy before thanking him and rushing back the way you came.

After checking practically ALL of the bathroom stalls, all of the classrooms (even though it was a weekend), the quidditch pitch, the Great Hall (you couldn't resist grabbing a quick snack on your way out, having missed lunch), you were now feeling desperately worried for your friend. It simply wasn't like him to vanish without a trace. At one point, you even took your broom to the grounds, flying down swiftly over the black lake by the boathouse, just in case you might catch a glimpse of his giveaway crimson locks. Nothing.

You passed by Sebastian and Ominis in the corridor leading back to the dungeons, your forlorn expression causing them to stop and listen to your concerns. Just as you finished your story, (Sebastian being none too pleased about your endeavour in the forest), a burly figure with tell-tale flaming curls came strolling into the dungeons, a huge grin splitting across his face when he made eye contact with you.

"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you, MC!" If looks could kill, the Gryffindor boy would have turned into dust in within seconds. Garreth's smile faltered as he looked from you to the two Slytherin boys at your side, who had sensed your rage and were stepping away from you slowly. Sebastian leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Try not to murder him, MC. Good luck, Weasley!" The chestnut haired boy waved at the Gryffindor over your shoulder and ushered Ominis toward the Slytherin common room entrance. You heard the distinct hissing of the giant stone snake as they approached it.

Garreth stood nervously in front of you, shuffling from foot to foot. You took in his appearance as you glared at him through narrowed eyes. He was a state. He was wearing his usual checkered red trousers and boots ensemble, coupled instead with a casual white cotton shirt. Said clothes were covered in dirt and stains from god knows what. His hair, whilst usually messy in a stylized way, was in complete disarray, twigs, and leaves poking out here any there. And what was that burnt smell wafting from him? Your frown faltered a little as he stood there looking the way he did, curiosity fighting with your anger.

"Garreth Weasley, you have some explaining to do! You've been missing for the whole bloody day, and you traipse in here asking where I'VE been? I've been so worried about you, you absolute moonmind!" He flinched at your words a little, holding up his palms in a submissive gesture.

"Hold on one moment, MC, and let me explain...you had better have a damned brilliant excuse, for Godrics sake, you know that my nerves are a bit fragile right now!" You cut across his words angrily, but your eyes drifted to his outstretched palms. Taking a good look at them, you saw that they were littered with small singe marks, red and sore looking. That would explain the burning scent that clung to him. You took a step closer to him and gently ran your fingers over the skin of his palm.

"Garreth. What in Merlins name have you done here? Please tell me that these burns have nothing to do with why you've been missing all day." The Gryffindor closed his hands and stepped backwards, glancing down at you guiltily.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, MC. After I left you in the hospital wing last night, I was still feeling incredibly responsible for everything that happened to you." You were about to scold him for his words, but he continued quickly. "SO, I got to thinking and came up with a little idea about how I could make it up to you, help you out a little just in case similar situations arise in the future. I've been out hunting for a few ingredients all day so that I can brew you your very own batch of the Antidote to Uncommon Poisons!"

You wanted to scold him for disappearing. You really did. But seeing him standing there looking so bloody pleased with himself, absolutely filthy and injured, all for your sake, caused your anger to dissipate. You sighed, running both hands over your face exasperatedly.

"And I presume that means that you've been back in the Forbidden Forest? How on earth did you burn yours hands, Gar?" You fished around in your satchel, pulling out a wiggenweld potion and handing it to your friend insistently. He unstoppered the little green drink, downing it in one. He held out his hands so that you could watch the burns heal up slowly, explaining as you both waited. "I was extracting fire seeds from their bushes. It's one of the four ingredients in the antidote. Quite a tricky task though." He nodded down to his now burn free palms. You grimaced, running your thumbs over his fresh skin.

"You really didn't need to go through so much trouble for me, Gar... but since you did, I'm assuming that you've retrieved all four ingredients now?" Garreth held your hand in his and began to lead you out of the dungeons. You were too exhausted to resist at this point, plus, you thought to yourself, his hand felt wonderful enveloped around yours. He grinned back at you with that irresistible smile of his.

"Actually, no. That's the reason I came looking for you. The final ingredient is quite a rare one, but I think that you can help me with that, MC." You rolled your eyes but laughed a little anyway. "Remind me again what happened the last time I helped you with potions ingredients?" Garreth's smile faded at your words, which you instantly regretted speaking.

"That's precisely why I'm doing this, MC. I know that you told me not to blame myself, but I can't help it. I DO blame myself. He stopped walking and turned to face you. "I'm not sure that realise just how much I care about you. You mean everything to me, and if there's even the slightest chance that I can do anything to keep you safe, then I'm going to do it."

Your heart seemed to stutter inside your chest, and you felt blood rushing to your cheeks at his words. He spoke with such a sincerity in his voice that you didn't have the heart to refute him. He smiled again, not caring that you hadn't replied to his statement. "Come on, we need to go to your Room of Requirement. I'm right in thinking that you've rescued a pair of Graphorns, yes?" He began walking once more, in what you now realised was the direction of the Astronomy tower.

You raised your eyebrows, curiosity overtaking your embarrassment. "....Yes, the Lord of the Shore and his mate live inside my beach vivarium. They actually had a calf a couple of months ago...why do you ask?" Garreth didn't stop walking, running his spare hand through his curly locks. "The final ingredient for the antidote is...powdered Graphorn horn...I was hoping that your Graphorns may have shed one or two that they wouldn't mind me taking."

And that was how the two of you ended up in your beach vivarium together, barefoot as you tread through the soft sand. As soon as you'd entered, your beasts, the Hippogriffs, and the Graphorns had sauntered toward you. You didn't mind admitting that they were a tad spoiled at this point, instantly nuzzling at your pockets in search of treats. The Lord of the Shore, whom you'd nicknamed Caspian after the great sea, leaned down over your shoulder, his soft mouth tentacles tickling the skin of your cheek. You reached up to scratch the side of his spiked head affectionately, glancing over at your red-haired friend who was kneeling down in front of the baby Graphorn, offering her some food. The baby was delighted, demolishing the nuggets in seconds before diving on top of him, flattening the Gryffindor into the sand. You laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying yourself at his expense. (You knew first hand just how heavy the Graphorn calf was.) You looked up to Caspian, who was wholly unbothered by his troublesome offspring. "You and Tempest definitely have your hands full with that little whirlwind, boy."

Caspian snorted in response, moving off to join his mate as you watched Garreth struggle for a moment longer. There was a tender silence in your gaze as you looked at the boy who now lay flat on his back, laughing jovially up at the sky. The calf, realising that Garreth had no food left, ran away to join her mother, jumping around with all the joys of youth. You leaned over your friend, blocking out the sun.

"Having fun down there? That looked painful." You smirked and held a hand out for him, which he took and used to hoist himself to his feet. He grinned. "Of course! I'm treating it as a life experience. It's not often that one is body slammed by a Graphorn."

"A BABY Graphorn, Gar. If Caspian had body slammed you I daresay you wouldn't live to call it a life experience."

Garreth waved off your words with a flourish of his arm. "Pfft. Technicalities, MC. Technicalities. Speaking of, what was his name again? Caspian? What do you reckon to me snatching a couple of those shedding horns from his neck? I promise it won't hurt him. They're pretty much hanging off as far as I can see." You gave him a mischievous smile, leading him towards the huge male beast. "You'll have to ask him nicely, though I'm sure he won't object. Maybe." Garreth gave you a withering look before moving into the Graphorns line of sight.

Caspian's sharp amber eyes were trained on the Gryffindor, watching his every move. He was a gentle beast around you, but a little skittish around newcomers. Garreth spoke nervously but with determination when he voiced his request out loud, giving a little bow of his head. Graphorns, unlike Hippogriffs, did not require a bow for any kind of interaction. It was, however, good practice to show them the respect that they deserved.

You stood to the side, on hand, just in case Caspian decided not to trust your friend after all. Garreth stood at Caspians shoulder now and had wrapped his fingers around a loose, scraggly horn that WAS, in fact, hanging off of the creatures heavy arsenal of horns "Steady there, big fella, I'm not going to hurt you." His spare hand stroked soothingly down the Graphorns scaly body as he pulled at the spikey shed in his grasp. It had just about snapped free from Caspian when an almighty shriek broke through the peaceful quiet.

The Hippogriff family had appeared from under the rocky alcove not far from where Garreth and Caspian stood and were fighting over a large fish that one of them was currently ripping it's beak into. Utterly startled by the cacophony of sqawks and screeching, Caspian bolted toward the ocean at breakneck speed, and as he did so, he managed to snag your poor Gryffindors shirt on one of his protruding horns. The giant beast dragged a wailing Garreth a few feet away and straight into the shallows of the salty water, where the sharp horn proceeded to rip through his clothing and dump the poor lad straight onto his arse in the waves. You ran into the water after him, the water rushing by just above your knees.

"GAR! Are you ok!? Are you hurt?" The boy was drenched, his usually bouncy curls sticking to his wet face limply. Garreth was propping his upper body out of the water, arse on the ground, and knees up. He spat some salty water out of his mouth and looked up at you with a bit of a bewildered smile. You covered your lips to stifle a laugh. Caspian was now wading happily in the deeper water, not a care in the world as he hunted for crabs and other sea creatures.

"That wasn't exactly how I planned this to go, if I'm being completely honest." He brought a hand up to swipe his sopping hair backwards and away from his eyes, which were giving Caspian a good-natured yet accusatory stare before landing on your now laughing form. A sly smirk appeared on his face, and too quickly for you to avoid it, his hand was wrapped around your thin wrist, and you were falling forward into the water as well. You squealed and splashed as the water soaked your clothes. You anticipated feeling the soft sand of the sea bed on your hands but were surprised to feel something warmer and firmer.

You raised your head, spluttering, and realised that your nose was only inches away from Garreth's, your body resting precariously across his in the water. He had been laughing like a maniac seconds ago, but a silence overcame you both when your eyes met. The waves crashed over the rocks behind you. His olive orbs were fixed on yours, flickering down to your lips and back. You were suddenly acutely aware of the way your bodies pressed together, his sturdy legs entwined with yours. Your heart raced in your chest as he brought a hand out of the water to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly over your bottom lip. You tasted salt when the tip of his thumb dipped into your mouth experimentally. An unfamiliar sound fell from you at the sensation, a sound that you really shouldn't be making around your best friend.

Betraying your logic, your head moved of it's own accord, closer to the red heads face. When his cold lips met yours, you melted into him with a pleasured sigh. The hand that held your cheek meandered to the base of your head and pulled you closer to him, savouring the little moans that emerged from your throat and into his mouth. Your hands gripped the soaking fabric on his shoulders, your thumbs dancing over the skin of his collarbone. Heat coiled through your body despite the cold temperature of the water.

All too soon, your mouths separated, and you rested your wet foreheads together, panting lightly. "...Gar, I..I'm..Please tell me that you're not about to say sorry. I don't think that my heart could take it." He cut off the apology that was on your tongue fiercly, looking into your eyes with an intense gaze that stilled your thoughts. The waves lapped around your bodies gently. Garreth's hand had moved down, his fingers brushing against the column of your neck. The feeling sent swirls of heat straight to your abdomen, and you had to resist leaning down and claiming his lips again. Instead, you whispered breathlessly.

"What's happening..." His fingers had trailed back up your neck to cup your jaw, his eyes softening. "Something bloody brilliant, I reckon." He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and then peppered your jaw with little nips and licks until he landed on a particularly sensitive spot just underneath your ear. You couldn't help the whimper that left your throat at the sensation as his mouth caressed the flesh there.

The hand that he was using to hold you both upright was starting to slip backwards through the sandy seabed. Garreth ceased in claiming your neck and wrapped the arm that had been caressing your face around your chest. He pushed forward and forced you both up to your feet, water flooding from your bodies with a slosh.

Still wrapped in his embrace, you looked up at your friend, who you found to be already watching you with a look akin to longing. It took your breath away. One of his hands moved to grip your hip, keeping you firmly grounded against him. You searched for the right words to say, but all you could think about was the fact that you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and snog him silly again.

"I love you, MC." His words cut into your thoughts. Your gaze locked onto him as your heart pounded a mile a minute in your chest. "You love me...?"

It was a dumb reply, but all you could conjure up in that moment. Garreth nodded and you'd never seen him look so resolute. "I'm in love with you. Have been for a while. I don't know how I hadn't realised until recently, to be perfectly honest."

You remained silent for a few minutes, staring into his beautifully verdant eyes. "Please say something, I think I might go mad if you don't." A flicker of worry appeared on his face that pulled you out of your trance, and you reached up to run your shaking fingers over his cold, freckled cheek. He leaned into your palm, relishing in your gentle touch. Something twitched in your heart at the sight, and you knew you wanted to say to him.

"You drive me absolutely bonkers sometimes, and you're chaotic and wild, not thinking before you act on your crazy ideas....but I love you too, Gar. I think I've wanted to say that for a long time." The Gryffindors face beamed with the biggest grin that you'd ever seen on him, and he pressed his lips against your palm. One of his hands travelled upwards to completely envelope yours on his cheek, and before you could think, his mouth had descended on yours once again, taking your lips in a devastatingly passionate kiss. You kissed him back with fervour, fingers still digging into his soaked shirt. It almost made you delirious when he groaned into your mouth, his arms and hands pulling you impossibly closer to his firm torso. When your lips parted, he ran his fingers through your damp locks affectionately, not breaking eye contact.

"Would you like to go somewhere a tad more comfortable? This hardly seems the place for all of the things I'd like to do with you." Your breath hitched in your throat at his implication, lips swollen from his ministrations. "Well, I do have a perfectly marvelous room that grants the user anything they so desire..." You smiled knowingly.

Garreth took your hand with a grin and began trudging through the shallows with you, back to the beach. Suddenly, a fast blur whizzed into your peripheral. There was a sharp cry and an almighty splash to your right. The little Graphorn calf had barreled into poor Garreths legs and knocked him clean off his feet again, this time face first. Laughter erupted from you as his face came up for air, spluttering and cursing as he looked around wildy for the culprit of his bad luck. The little beast was nuzzling into your thighs playfully, mini tentacles nibbling at your fingers.

"Definitely takes after her father, that little whirlwind." The red head rasped as he coughed up some water. You laughed again, bending down to crouch in front of him. You patted his hair sympathetically.

"That's what we can call her, if you like. Whirlwind. I was waiting to give her a name." Garreth laughed with you before standing up and leaning down to tickle the babies neck.

"Brilliant name for her, if I do say so myself. Now, I'm desperate to get out of these wet clothes, MC. Let's go." He gave you a cheeky wink which had you flushing, and you both set off across the beach, heading towards the vivarium entrance. Whirlwind followed you, jumping around excitedly and kicking up sand everywhere she went. Garreth stopped suddenly, head jerking back toward the ocean. He dropped your hand and sprinted down the beach. You saw him reach for something in the sand before straightening up and jogging back to you. He panted, trying to catch his breath as you looked at him curiously.

"Nearly bloody forgot this!" He held up Caspians horn. You laughed and dove into his arms, feeling happier and more content than you had for years.

"I love you, Gar."

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