#that little blonde boy could fit so much trauma in him

[buff-muffin]

ASL thoughts and head canons.

1. Sabo’s missing tooth he had as a kid didn’t actually fall out. He chipped it back when he was still living with his family. And his parents thinking that made him look disgusting and rowdy had the rest of the tooth removed before his adult tooth was even remotely ready to move in. Thus there was a gap in his teeth for ages. It started growing in when Sabo set sail.

2. Luffy loved using Ace’s freckles as a dot to dot. Both brothers heavily think he doesn’t have a fucking clue what animals he’s trying to conjure and Ace is getting sick of having to fight him tooth and nail every time Luffy finds a marker

3. In his early days of friendship with Ace. Sabo refused to believe that he could eat an entire bear by himself. He thought Ace was exaggerating like when someone says “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse” yet when he saw it with his own eyes he was horrified. Ace was also confused why Sabo didn’t want a bear to himself. But didn’t complain. Hunting one bear for the both of them and fighting over it was pretty fun. And scavenging berries for a desert never bothered them.

4. Sabo grew his hair out while he was a run away. He hated how it looked buzzed. And while he probably didn’t let it get any longer then his brother’s he loved the freedom. His mother cut his hair the second he was taken back home

5. Ace and Sabo hadn’t thought twice about bugs. Ace saw them as pests like the moths that would huddle around the candle light and Sabo was taught that they were gross. Luffy on the other hand adored them. He showed them bug fighting and showed them all sorts of cool and pretty bugs. He would also put beetles in his brothers’ shoes for fun but in the end they had come out of it for a new respect for bugs and a little bit more love-hate for Luffy.

6. Sabo tried to tell his adopted brother about his real brothers but he refused to believe Sabo was telling the truth. I mean beating up a giant tiger in the woods? Being made of rubber? Being able to eat 5 times their body weight in a matter of minutes? He thought Sabo was loony.

7. When taken back to his parents, Sabo refused to eat with his brother. Sharing a meal with someone made you friends and sharing a cup of sake made you brothers. And he wanted nothing to do with him.

8. Sabo was Dadans favourite. At first. Originally Sabo was… as well behaved as he was going to be around his brothers because that need to respect authority was so engrained in him. Though as he grew more comfortable with Dadan and trusting she really wasn’t going to kick him out other dumb things. He started joining in on the bullying Dadan band wagon. And she hated them all equally again.

9. Luffy and Ace find it absolutely hilarious how bad Sabo would get sun burnt in the summer. They would chase him around trying to slap him for hours. Dadan taught him how to make a remedy and over the years he gained a tan and freckles that he knew would have his bio dad blow a fuse.

10. Luffy always wants to be in fights of strength with his brothers to prove he’s strong. You know, arm wrestling. That weird thing were you put your feet together and push with all you’re might. And of course rough housing. But in the super early years of being a rubber man that was impossible cause his body would just. Bend. Arm wrestling? Womp womp no elbow for you. Foot wrestle? His legs fold like a piece of paper. He was humiliated and his face was bright red every time Ace and Sabo would laugh.

11. One of the best training methods the brothers had found for Luffy was actually made as a joke. Still completely pathetic at landing a damn punch Sabo jokingly said he should train by trying to catch bugs by stretching your arms. And after a lot of frustrated afternoons his aim did improve an alarming amount. Luffy to this day continues to train that way and he always thinks of Sabo when he does.

12. They never finished that bottle of sake they stole from Dadan. At the time they all thought the drink was absolutely putrid though drank their cups if it meant they were brothers. The bottle is still in the treehouse. Even after everything. It’s completely oxidised but the smell keeps animal from making their treehouse a nest so Ace and Luffy never minded all that much.

[junkdrawerfics]

Gonna ask me to dance, Cowboy?

Jasper Hale X Reader

Summary: Reader was in an accident that damaged her spinal cord and left her temporarily wheelchair bound. It's during this time that the Cullens move to Forks, and she meets and falls in love with Jasper. A little bit of your story, wrapped up with a big surprise at the end. Requested by @twilightlover2007

Words: 2457

Note: Obviously went with Jasper and boy did this take on a life of its own! I hope you like it!!! It's a little cheesy, but that's what I like.

Disclaimer: I have limited knowledge of temporary paralysis and life with a wheelchair. If I'm wrong about anything, please let me know!

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The accident happened before the Cullens moved to Forks. You don’t remember much of it, which the doctor says can be common given the head trauma you experienced. All you know is that you were driving home from a game and a drunk driver decided not to stop at the red light.

The accident left you with some severe damage to your spinal cord. Not irreversible, but enough to strand you in a wheelchair. It took almost two months alone for the fractures in your leg to heal, and then another to find a good physical therapist in Seattle who could work with you.

In the midst of this, the Cullens showed up. And you fell for Jasper like a newborn fawn trying to walk for the first time. A fitting comparison considering your legs worked just as well. 

Your friends thought you were crazy. Afterall, he was the least…approachable of the group. Always frowning. Not at all talkative. Everyone thought he was a bit of a grouch. But you knew better.

You met the real Jasper the first Friday after they arrived. It was another game day, meaning your little high school was going all out cheering for the team throughout the day (even though everyone knew you didn’t stand a fighting chance). 

You were making your way to the pep rally at the end of the day when someone jostled you from behind, sending your wheelchair right over the sidewalk’s ledge and into the grass. You cursed the school’s outdoor hallways so hard that day. It was raining, as it always was, and the moment your wheels hit the ground, you could feel them sink into the mud.

You were effectively trapped.

Or at least, you thought you were. Until a certain blond appeared out of nowhere.

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“Are you alright, miss?”

You huff out a laugh, trying to keep a smile despite it all, “Yah, yes, I’m okay. Just a little stu-”

When you look up, the words get stuck in your throat. Jasper Hale. Jasper Hale is standing right in front of you, in the rain, hair already sticking to his face, and despite the concern dripping from his features, you can’t help but notice how absolutely gorgeous he is. How did you not notice before?

Before you can stop yourself, the thoughts spill out of your mouth, “Wow, you’re really pretty.”

Shock flickers across the blond’s face, though it’s quickly replaced by a soft smirk that makes his eyes crinkle just a little, somehow making him look more attractive. You blink. And blink. And blink. Until what you said finally sinks in.

Your face goes impossibly red. 

“I am so sorry,” you squeak, eyes wide. His smile only widens when you continue to sputter, “I’m fine! Really. And um, I, you can, you don’t have to worry! I’ll just-”

You try to push yourself forward, anything to escape this moment, but your wheels just spin futilely in the mud. You’re not going anywhere, not without help, and Jasper seems to know that, his gold eyes glinting with amusement. You purse your lips, face only going darker.

“Would you like help, darlin’?” Jasper asks, voice low and honey-like, and wow - it seems so unfair for someone to look so handsome and sound like that too.

You cast him an embarrassed smile, “Yes please. If you really don’t mind, that is.”

The blond chuckles, the sound making your heart flutter. He makes it look effortless, the way he maneuvers you out of the grass and back onto the hallway sidewalk. You hum happily when you’re back on solid ground, wheeling back and forth a bit to dislodge the mud from your rims.

“That’s better,” you sigh, spinning back to face him, “Thank you so much.”

Jasper nods, “It was my pleasure, miss.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “Please, call me (Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n). Miss makes me feel so old, and I’m like, a hundred percent sure you’re older than me.”

Something flickers behind his eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it came. 

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/n).” You narrow your eyes, but he only grins a little teasingly, which you refuse to admit makes your pulse race even more. “The name’s Jasper Hale.”

“Nice to meet you too, Jasper.” Officially at least.

“I suppose you were headin’ to the rally?”

Your nose scrunches,“Yep. Before the impromptu shower, at least.”

“Would y’mind if I accompany you?” 

Blinking, you glance up at him in surprise. Jasper just looks down at you, face still set in a charming, calm smile, so different from the scowl you’d grown accustomed to in passing. He’s being genuine. Actually genuine. It makes your face go warm all over again.

“I think I’d like that.”

---

You don’t know what possessed Jasper Hale to help you that day, but he did.

From then on, you and Jasper became friends. He was still a bit odd, but his whole family was. And you liked them. Even Rosalie, whose bluntness was refreshing compared to most of the girls at your school. You befriended all of them, but you and Jasper were particularly close.

Falling for him was easy. Between the soft smile he seemed to reserve only for you and the way he always supported you, how could you not? You realized it after a particular hard day of physical therapy, when your legs were aching and it felt like you were making absolutely no progress. It was a day that Jasper offered to pick you up because your dad had to work late.

---

Jasper can tell you’re upset before he even reaches you.

You sit at the entrance to the rehab center, head ducked, fingers fidgeting in your lap. You see Jasper’s shoes first before he’s kneeling in front of you, honey eyes dark with concern as they flicker over your features. You look back at him, eyes blurry with unshed tears.

The blond’s gaze softens, “Oh, darlin’.”

And you break.

All the pent up frustration and guilt you’ve been holding onto comes pouring out. You manage to stay quiet, barely, but your whole body trembles with your tears as you collapse forward into Jasper’s arms. He holds you close, not saying a word, just humming softly into your hair.

The longer you stay like that, the calmer you feel. It’s like magic, the storm of your emotions calming to a dull roar, until you can take in a few deep breaths

It’s only when your hiccuping goes quiet that he draws you back, eyes scanning you again. You glance down, feeling too raw, too vulnerable like this, with his thoughtful gaze burning over you. But you also feel undeniably safe somehow.

“You’re doin’ so well, darlin,” he eventually murmurs, voice low, soothing your frayed edges. “I know you’ve been hurtin’ and you’re feelin’ like giving up, but we’re all so proud of you. Someday you’ll be back on your feet and I’ll be here ‘til that day comes. And long after it.”

It’s the most you think you’ve ever heard him say at once. His words ring with something so genuine, you can’t help but melt.

“Thanks, Jasper.”

“Always, darlin.”

---

It felt like more than a promise about that day. More than just a friend being there for another friend. And it was the moment you realized you really liked Jasper Hale. 

It was only a matter of time before you learned about his world.

None of them told you, of course. They couldn’t. But the truth was hard to deny when a lone vampire came through Forks and almost killed you. 

You knew it was a bad idea to go out by yourself. Even though your legs were getting stronger from your perseverance in physical therapy, you still couldn’t walk by yourself. Which made you quite the easy target.

Luckily, Jasper was just in time to save you.

After the shock, though, came all your questions. Why did that man try to bite you? How did Jasper throw him all the way down the alley? How did he know where to find you and that you were in trouble?

A silently distraught Jasper ended up taking you back to the Cullen house. The air was tense, except for Alice, who was more than excited. She foresaw it all, of course.

Carlisle explained it all to you as Jasper paced off to the side. A scowl lingered on his lips, his eyes set on something distant. The moment you felt a flicker of panic though, he was there, kneeling at your side, smoothing a hand over your shoulder. You covered his with your own, holding on so tightly that if he were human, he'd probably be hissing in pain. You had a good grip strength from wheeling around for a few months.

It took time to settle into this new reality. Jasper gave you space to process, scared to push you too hard, but you wouldn’t have it. Vampire or not, you couldn’t stand the distance. You hadn’t realized just how ingrained he was in your life until then. Whenever something happened, no matter how small it was, you wanted to rush to him and tell him everything. You hated life without him.

So you ended up asking him out.

Dating came as naturally as breathing. Nothing changed. He still drove you to physical therapy and walked you to all of your classes. Only now, he would press a kiss to your forehead when you parted ways and take you on dates after every p.t. appointment. 

You had never been happier.

That’s when you came up with an idea for the upcoming school formal.

---

“You ready, darlin?” Jasper pauses at your side of the car, wheelchair pulled out and set up behind him.

You grin, squashing the nerves buzzing in your chest before he can sense them, “Yes! Now help me out of here, mister.”

The blond chuckles. He helps you down from the car, touch overwhelmingly tender, as if he’s scared of breaking you. Which, you suppose, he could. You settle into your wheelchair with practiced ease, your dress only causing a little trouble.

The night starts off perfectly. You take your pictures and meet up with his siblings inside the venue. Everything is beautiful. As usual, Forks high went all out with the theme. It’s something cheesy, like ‘a night under the stars’, everything draped in a deep navy blue, the ceiling decorated with shimmering stars.

When the dancing starts, you give Alice the cue. She sends you a little wink before dashing off to the dj booth. You catch Edward grinning out of the corner of your eye. It was impossible to keep him out of it, what with the whole mind reading thing, so you just shoot the man a playful glare. He stifles a chuckle, making an excuse to go get some punch, despite the fact he can’t drink it.

Sighing softly, you steel your nerves, spinning back to your boyfriend.

“Hey,” you call, catching the cuff of his suit.

Jasper’s eyes turn to you, and oh, wow, you’ll never get used to that. The way he looks at you, it’s like you’re one of the stars decorating the night. His eyes glow with an overwhelming warmth and something so so fond. All of a sudden it feels like you’re the only two in the room, everything else fading away.

“Yes, darlin?”He hums, slipping your hand into his to brush his thumb over your knuckles.

The touch sends sparks cascading over your skin, settling in your chest among the wild butterflies. You bite your lip to try and hold back a massive smile.

“You gonna ask me to dance, cowboy?” You tease.

A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.

Jasper makes a show of pretending to tip a hat, voice bright with amusement, “My apologies ma’am. I shouldn’t have kept you waitin’.”

“Mmm, I’ll forgive you,” you hum, biting back a laugh, “just this once, Mister Hale.”

“That’s very kind of you, darlin. Now, would you give me the pleasure of escortin’ you to the dance floor?”

“Why, of course.”

Jasper figures he’ll hold you up as you dance, or maybe spin you while you sit. Anything you want.

Except you do neither of those things. Instead, you gather every ounce of your strength, and shakily push yourself to your feet. Your wheelchair disappears (thank you Alice) and you stand there, all on your own.

After a few seconds, you’re certain that your legs won’t give out, and glance up at the blond expectantly.

Jasper stares back at you, eyes wide, brows arched. It almost looks like he’s forgotten to breathe, his whole body rigid. Shocked. Your grin finally breaks loose, so wide it makes your cheeks ache. Squeezing his hand, you take a tentative step closer. A little wobbly, but you stay standing. It’s only one step, but -

You’re walking.

In an instant, Jasper’s hands are cupping your face, and it’s only then you realize you’re crying. Tears race down around your smile and he’s quick to wipe them away, drawing you close so he can rest your foreheads together.

“My Lord, darlin-” He lets out a breathless laugh. “-you’re goin’ t’make this old man’s heart start again.”

You giggle, curling your arms around his neck, “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Been a long time since I’ve been surprised.”

“But I did?”

“Yes, you certainly did.”

Jasper leans down, pressing his lips to yours. It’s soft, featherlight, and you feel like you’re floating. It’s perfect. Everything about it is perfect and so much better than you expected.

The vampire pulls back, just enough to whisper against your lips, “You’re amazin’ darlin. Absolutely amazin’.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” you hum back, “Now, dance with me, cowboy.”

Your song comes on. The one you first danced with Jasper to in your kitchen, when he set you on his feet and held you close to support your weight. A knowing grin falls across his lips, his eyes creasing as he looks down at you.

“It would be my pleasure.”

Unlike that first time, you don’t have to stand on his feet. You don’t even have to clutch onto him to stay upright. Instead, you rest your hands on his shoulders, and Jasper traces his along your waist. The two of you move together slowly, perfectly.

By the end of it, you’re leaning against him, head tucked under his chin, just soaking in the feeling of his arms around you, his lips pressed to the crown of your head. Your legs are shaking, but you don’t care.

This is everything you could ever ask for.

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I had fun writing this!! It came really clearly for me, though it ended up being a lot longer than I thought because I wanted to add so much exposition.

[darby-rowe]

maybe could we do a sub!coryo getting pegged by dom!reader and shes going super hard on him like spanking him,grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her cock? could we add some mommy kink in there too 🤭🤭

im so sorry i keep leaving my asks in the dust akskfks i write so slow im so sorry 😩

but anon this is such a hot idea. as a society we need to acknowledge the fact that coryo more than likely has a mommy kink

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw mommy kink

coryo has a major attitude problem due to his unresolved trauma, and a common outlet he uses to vent his frustrations and express his emotions is letting you fuck the absolute shit out of him.

you can't recall how it happened the first time, but after coryo finally let you peg him, cooing in his face and calling him a good boy, he became obsessed with your silicone dick. and now you use this newfound kink as a way to 'tame' him when he's being exceptionally bratty.

you'd go out shopping in public, and you'd have to withstand coryo's complaining on how hot/cold it is outside, or how it's too crowded, or blah blah blah, etc. and by god did it get on your last nerve. was there anything in this world that coryo didn't complain about?

the last straw came and went whenever you wanted to try on a few dresses and coryo just let out the bitchiest sigh you ever heard. he didn't even say anything, and yet it made your blood absolutely boil.

so now fast forward and you have coryo on his knees in between your legs as you fuck his throat with your strap, watching his pretty blue eyes well up with tears as he gargles and gags on your silicone cock.

"that's it, baby," you purr, tangling your fingers in his soft blonde curls and guiding him back and forth on your dick. "such a nice little cocksucker, aren't ya? i guess those pretty lips are good for something else other than being a fucking brat,"

you softly wipe his tears away before plunging your cock down his throat, groaning at how hard he grips your thighs before letting him come up for air. and those wet baby blues of his never fail to get you going.

“say you love sucking my cock, brat,” you command, gripping tightly onto his hair. the whimper that emits from his throat has your knees feeling like water.

“i love…” he pants, gulping down saliva. “i love sucking your cock, mommy,”

absolutely delicious.

and one thing about coryo is that he is loud; especially when you have your cock balls-deep inside his ass, pulling him back by the hair and thrusting with everything you have. your pelvis smacks against the flesh of his ass, and he is nearly in tears from how rough you are. but it feels so, so good.

“mommy, please,” coryo babbles incoherently how good your cock feels inside him, or how you’re being too rough. his whimpers and mewls sound so fucking good coming from his swollen, spit-covered lips. “please, slow down. you’re so big. so deep. i can’t take it, mommy,”

“no, baby, you’re gonna take this cock like a good boy,” you pant, planting a hard smack! against the pale flesh of coryo’s ass. he lets out another whimper. “if you want me to slow down and be nicer, you’re gonna have to learn to not be such a fucking pompous brat. in the meantime, you’re gonna take my cock, and you’re gonna cum as many times as i see fit,”

and so you proceed to fuck him until he’s so dumb and blissed out that you can barely understand a word he’s saying — until he’s only repeating, “mommy, i can’t stop cumming”, and “my ass feels so good”, and “thank you, mommy”.

at the end of the night, you of course bring him the absolute best aftercare you can muster. you run him a bath, give him sweet kisses all over his pretty, tear-stained face, and make sure you tell him how much you really love him.

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel By the Wing - THIRTY

*slaps trio* these bitches can fit soooo much repressed trauma

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“Keep or toss?” Bradley held up the box set of the Twilight series. Jake let out a snort of laughter and you tossed the empty trash bag you were holding in his direction.

“Keep,” you announced proudly. “I noticed some empty spaces on your bookshelf, Tex. Time to get you educated.”

The blond rolled his eyes but he accepted the books from Bradley and placed them in the partially filled cardboard box at his feet. Since the three of you had the weekend off, the boys decided it was the perfect time to move you fully into Jake’s place. But there were two stipulations.

One, you wouldn’t lift a finger and simply direct them on what you wanted to keep, sell, or toss.

Two, you would wear a mask because they deemed your old apartment simply unacceptable conditions for their girl and baby.

So, here you sat in a little foldable lawn chair that Jake brought along because “my god, Angel, that couch probably has its own ecosystem” and a KN95 mask strapped over your face while two giant men puttered around your shitty little apartment, motivated by the promise of sex and Wingstop after this. Your hand unconsciously found its way to rest against the soft swell of your stomach through the thin fabric of your shirt as you wondered how exactly your life turned into this.

Your lease still had four months to go but one call from Sofia to your landlord found you free from rent payments, Her threat of legal action and tenant rights scared him straight and you were eternally grateful for your friend. Since your lease ended at the end of the month now, the boys wanted to get you out as soon as possible.

“I think this is the last of it,” Bradley announced. You moved to get up from your chair and both men surged forward to steady you.

“Fucking hell, boys, I still have my balance,” you huffed as you evaded their grasps in favor of checking out the apartment to make sure nothing was left behind. You couldn’t say that you would miss the place. It truly was a shithole. You had accepted it in the past, even with its shoddy locks and mold covered carpets, but now you had a baby to think about. You had a lot to think about, not just the growing little blob inside of you. You disappeared into the bedroom and Bradley took the chance to stop Jake with a warm hand around his wrist.

“I’m sorry,” he said gruffly. “About jumping you when you got home. I know you didn’t plan this.”

“It’s okay.” Jake brushed it off with a shrug but Bradley merely shook his head.

“You gotta stop that.” The brunet let go of his hand and instead grasped the back of Jake’s neck, making sure the blond looked him in the eye. “Just stop taking it. That’s not you. That’s not my Hangman. Next time I’m a dick, don’t just accept it.”

“And what about when I’m a dick?” Rooster’s hand was a steady, warm presence and Jake wanted to melt into his touch. Not many people can make him feel small but when Bradley grasped him like this and commanded him so easily, Jake welcomed the release of control.

“Pretty sure we’ve made it clear I don’t tolerate your shit.” Bradley offered him a crooked grin and Jake finally did relax. Good. They were good.

“Can you two kiss and make up now?” you asked from where you were leaning up against the doorframe.

“You’re objectifying us,” Jake declared through laughter. You shrugged and tried to appear innocent.

“If I didn’t objectify you, then I wouldn’t be standing here pregnant.” You wagged your finger at them. “And don’t lie and tell me that you don’t check out my ass every chance you get.”

Bradley’s answer to your taunt was a kiss pressed to the corner of Jake’s lips, leaving behind a tingle of beard burn and want. He still couldn’t believe he was allowed this. So many years tamping down these feelings and then hiding it behind closed doors and dim lighting in bars gave way to this euphoric yet burdensome realization that he could have this. It scared the shit out of him. His mother’s words wiggled their way to the front of his thoughts and fought for his attention. What happens when you decide you had enough of him? What would happen if the baby wasn’t his?

He didn’t want to think about it. It’s all he could think about.

“Alright, let’s get this stuff into the truck. I want wings. Do you think we should get a thirty pack?” Bradley pulled away from Jake to start grabbing at the trash bags and boxes that held your life.

“I think between the two of you, we need the fifty pack. It’s like sleeping with two garbage disposals.” You reached down to grab one of the trash bags full of clothes but Bradley swatted your hands away and pointed at the lawn chair.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest as you settled down in your chair, noticing the way his muscles flexed as he picked up two boxes with ease. Maybe being relegated to supervisor duty wasn’t so bad.

“Jake?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his thoughts and he offered you one of his typical cocky grins.

“Just thinking about how hungry I am, darlin’,” he assured you.

“For you!” Bradley called out from where the truck was parked out front. Jake chuckled and bent down to press a kiss to the top of your head before he went to grab some more boxes.

Between two naval aviators who both worked out like their lives depended on it, the truck was packed up with all of your belongings in less than half an hour. It gave you just enough time to look around and think about how everything had changed in such a short time. When you first moved to San Diego, it was on a whim. You had no plans, no job, and no friends.

Now you were pregnant, moving into your boyfriend’s place with your other boyfriend, and your phone was full of texts from people you considered not just friends, but family. Maverick texted you on the regular to see how you were doing. Amelia sent you TikToks and memes to “keep you young”. Penny was your emergency contact. Sarah had roped you into weekly visits that you wouldn’t miss for the world. Sofia and you discussed the pains of cleaning uniforms and how stubborn pilots could be.

The Dagger Squad members that were staying in California had even added you two into a group chat entitled “the Queens + their Jesters”.

You deserved this. You deserved to be happy. After so long of hearing that insidious little voice that sounded oddly like your mother telling you about how pathetic you had turned out to be, this was a chance to live a life on your own terms. You deserved this…right?

Bradley gently lowered the boxes into the bed of Jake’s truck and took a moment to breathe in the sea-salt-tinged San Diego air. In three days, he would be flying to Virginia, loading up all of his things into a U-Haul, and coming back here to settle down. Fightertown, USA was the place that ruined his family. It took his father and broke his mother. Could he really do this?

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[the-real-treasure]

Wish Wish! One Shot #1

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Zeff discovers something about one of the kids that he had been stranded with after they all get off the rock.

(One-shot #1) [Baratie Age 8] Zeff's POV Trigger Warnings: Mention of starvation, residual trauma from starvation, issues with eating, possible eating disorder Word Count: 1493

"What letter is that?"

Zeff looked up from the delivery slip that had just landed in front of him. The Baratie was still under construction and bills were coming in left right and centre for every little thing. He didn't much care, the gold he had kept, the sack of treasure that he had feigned as food, was more than enough to pay for all of it, as well as get those kids some new clothes that actually fit and shit while things were still being worked on. They had all lost a lot of weight over those eighty-five days, and while he and the little eggplant were slowly but surely returning to a healthy standard, he worried a lot about the other one.

The vicious freak of a thing was little more than a slip of flesh, any and all clothes hanging loose and limp over bone and sinew that he couldn't get coated in fat no matter what he feed them. Even now, a bit under a month off the rock, they still refused to eat until both he and Sanji had started their plates. They were like a feral kitten, screaming and yowling and scratching those first few days on board the ship that rescued them, stalking the little blonde boy and almost force feeding him if he did so much as offer them a crumb of bread before he began, their ringed eyes of gold and aqua swirling with unrestrained panic every time.

He breathed out a sigh. There wasn't much to be done about that but keep up the food. One of these days the kid would realise the rest of them wouldn't die if they took a bite whenever they were hungry. Instead of continuing to worry, he instead stood up from the desk and peeked his head around the corner.

Where he had set up camp in the still to be fully fitted kitchen, the two kids had made themselves at home in what will be the dining hall, in the shadow of the twin staircases that hug the opposite wall and curve with it. He could see them squatting next to the new sign, the light filled letters dull for now until they get hung outside. They really weren't meant to have arrived for another month or two, but the guys knew Zeff by name and hurried the job along to get themselves away from the, still notorious, pirate. Y/n was staring at the first one in extreme consternation.

"...B...?"

"Yeah, told you you'd get it!" Sanji gave their joined hands a shake, pointing to the second one that was propped up against the wall, the large capital 'R' wrapped in plastic but the shape still visible. "Next one!"

"What are you two doing ever there?" He watched as the two of you leapt away from each other like you were being burnt, your h/c haired figure, long messy mop pulled into a ponytail that fell down their back before looping back up to be held in place by the same tie, spinning on him with a glare as you leaped between him and Sanji, the little eggplant snarling at him as well.

"Mind your own business, you nasty old pile of fish food!" The wee boy shouted from behind you, and he squinted down at the pair of you, hobble extra pronounced due to his still new peg leg as he walked out to meet yous.

"Little eggplant, honestly, just swear like a normal person."

"Least I don't use so much oregano I could kill a person." He snarked and Zeff presses his eyes and mouth closed and blows a sigh out his nose. He is a scared little boy trying to act brave, not a disrespectful crewmember. He doesn't need hit. Opening his eyes again, he finds your eyes burning into his skull, searching his eyes for an intention to harm. You wouldn't find it.

"I'm gonna ask again." You drop your eyes away from his, "What are you doing out here?"

"I said, mind-!"

"-Practicing."

"Eh?" Their eyes dart from his feet to theirs, scuffing the toe of their shiny new boots on the tiles floor.

"I was... practicing my letters." His eyes flick over to Sanji, the boy already glaring heatedly at him, hand clasped in theirs squeezing so tightly that their claw like nails dug into his skin.

"You haven't been able to read this whole time." Their shoulders scrunched up to their ears, head ducked down further and Sanji pulled them into him. "Fffffff-" The kid doesn't swear, Zeff, let's keep it like that. "-Fflip sake, could'a told me. Would've got you books or something." Your eyes snap up to him, and even Sanji glare fades to confusion.

"...What?" He rests his curled fists on his waist as he looked down at the pair.

"You think I would want you running about taking orders and counting stock not knowing how to read or spell? Thought you were smarter than this, come on." He turns back to the kitchen, not knowing if you would both follow, but there was no use standing and letting you struggle, just the pair of you.

"To do what?" He can hear your boots on the tile behind him and can picture you dragging a stumbling Sanji behind you.

"To learn, you little donkey. I don't have any books but I have notes and stock lists so we can start with actual words instead of fumbling with random letters."

He pushes open the doors to the kitchen and lets the pair of you pass, hands still grasping each other, with you leading the boy into the kitchen, the few counters already installed littered with papers.

"Come over here, you can show me what you can make out so far. That'll let me know what we're working with."

"What about me?" The blonde boy chirped up beside you, still not parting your intwined hands.

"Either help, or stay out of the way. It's not hard little eggplant." As you pulled a small stool up to the counter to sit alongside his chair, Sanji inserted himself between them, inspecting the papers. Zeff tugged off his overcoat, draping it over the arm as he settled into the chair and handed you a small order slip over Sanji's head. "Start with that, read it out loud and we'll go from there. I'll see about getting a couple of books ordered for yous to practise with properly. These'll have to work for now."

Your voice, which had spent the evening stuttering and stumbling over the names of different companies and construction costs, had fallen silent. Zeff was finishing up filling a few more receipts in the dying light cascading through the kitchen when he looked over to the pair of you.

Sanji's head was flat on the table, his grey-blue eyes, normally covered by the long floppy fringe, were shut and he could make out the curl on his other eyebrow with the slant of the hair. His bones and new wooden peg leg creaked as he stood, stiff from sitting for so long. Pulling the fabric at his arm up with him, he opened it and settled the warm fabric over his charge's shoulders before his eyes met yours, aqua and gold light illuminating the scene as you peered at him. In the growing darkness that crept its fingers up the walls of the room, the sight in front of him was spooky.

It reminded him of being on that rock, the light from your eyes piercing the cloying darkness at him over the ridge of rock separating you all. Now, instead of a barren expanse of rock creating distance between your eyes and his, the only thing that stood between you was a sleeping boy that had hollowed a space out of Zeff's heart for himself and completely encompassed yours.

"He knew I was embarrassed." Your voice was a whisper, not wanting to break the quiet that had fallen over the room. "The ones on the Orbit made fun of me for not reading. I can count fine, but letters and words are... hard."

"I get that." His voice is as hushed as yours, "We'll work on it. The three of us, we look after each other from now on, yeah?"

"Until we go to find the All Blue?" A smile quirked Zeff's face at your misty glowing eyes and whispers of the shared dream.

"Nah. I'll still be keeping an eye on yous even when you head out." He reached over you and ruffled your carefully tied up hair and you whacked his hand with more ferocity than he expected. "For now we'll just worry about getting your reading up to scratch." He smiled as your nose rolled up, and you followed him as he lifted Sanji into his arms and moved towards the stairs to your little loft rooms.

"You can work on chasing dreams later."

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Way Down We Go (50131 words) by Wolfspurr

Art by @idkmyartwork & Art by @thotpuppy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Post-Nogitsune, Nogitsune Trauma, Stiles Stilinski is Seventeen, Canonical Character Death, Stiles Stilinski Has Nightmares, Stiles Stilinski Has Panic Attacks, AU - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Season/Series 03B, Canon Compliant up to end of 3B, Minor Stiles Stilinski/Malia Tate, Slow Burn, Road Trips, Getting Together, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Making Out, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, First Time, Anal Sex, Happy Ending, + More... Summary: Set during 3B and its aftermath. The blacklight party at the loft leaves Stiles with more than one revelation playing on his mind. He's losing time, and apparently he might be more than just a little bit interested in Derek Hale. By the time he's fought off the Nogitsune and somehow lived to tell the tale, the rest of Stiles' sanity might just rest on Derek, the Camaro, and a few hundred miles of Pacific Coast Highway. It's going to be one hell of a road trip.

Excerpt: In hindsight, it probably shouldn’t come as a surprise.

Stiles generally considers himself to be a pretty intelligent guy; his GPA is second only to Lydia’s - and he still maintains that he could beat her. If it weren’t for all the nightly wanderings, research binges and general chasing after things that go bump in the night, he’s certain he’d be giving her more than a run for her money.

The point is, Stiles knows stuff. A lot of stuff, including a truly impressive number of things he’ll probably never actually need to know, but has squirreled away in his head regardless. His brain is a sponge, ready and waiting to soak up as much useless shit as he can come across.

Apparently it’s the stuff a little closer to home that he’s been having trouble with.

Stiles has always thought he had a pretty good grasp on himself (no pun intended, but second meaning also definitely true), so he really has no idea how he’s managed to miss the glaring epiphany that has just been handed to him this neon night in Derek Hale’s loft.

"I thought you liked girls?"

"I do like girls! Do you?"

"Absolutely!"

"Great."

“So, you also like boys?"

"Absolutely! Do you?"

Stiles knows stuff. This is a question he should definitely know the answer to. The anticipated response is right there on the tip of his tongue, but something about it just doesn’t quite taste right. The expected ‘no’ sits heavy on his palate. It feels like a lie.

It’s not like bisexuality is a foreign concept to him. Stiles is a worldly guy, and it’s not exactly complicated; it’s just never occurred to him to try applying it to himself. He’s definitely applying now. He’s trying it on for size, and surprisingly enough he doesn’t hate the fit.

Maybe it’s because he’s been fixated on Lydia for so long, strawberry blonde goddess that she is. No one else has really got much of a look in for years, because that’s who Stiles is. He falls too hard and too fast, and he’s too damn stubborn to give up when he’s convinced that he’s on the right track.

But recently, if Stiles actually stops and thinks about it, maybe that stopped being true a while ago; somewhere between the night his life got infiltrated by werewolves and the night Jackson’s creepy lizard self was saved by true love. That kind of shit is hard to ignore.

If he’s completely honest with himself, maybe loving Lydia had become a habit that was easier not to break, because Stiles knows himself. He loves deeply, he falls too hard and too fast, and he always, always falls for the most unattainable person possible. And if that’s not Lydia anymore, Stiles is a little terrified of what that might mean for him now.

Yeah, Caitlin. I’m pretty sure I do.

Stiles is losing time.

He thinks he’s known it for a while, but it’s like he doesn’t want to know. It keeps slipping his mind.

Maybe he’s losing that as well.

He knows he should tell the others, but there’s something stopping him. Stiles genuinely isn’t sure if it’s just him burying his head in the sand, determined to ignore the implications, or if there’s something else that’s keeping him from telling anyone about the tracts of time that he just can’t remember.

Something not entirely Stiles.

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Strawhats as demigods (PJO ver.)

Jinbe: he would totally be roman cause he's more organised and calm. at first i thought he would be an amazing child of Poseidon, but then i realised that he's a fighter but also he's morally correct, so i think he would be a child of Bellona. yes, he's calm like Poseidon, so i think he would have his blessing just like Frank Zhang. In the end, Jinbe would be a child of Bellona, legion 1.

Brook: due to his connection to music i think it is really obvious which god would be his parent, still i kinda want to elaborate a little. he loooves music, he even fights with some instruments! he uses music as a weapon just like Apollo/Lester, but also he lives for the music. So, it's easy to say that Brook is a child of Apollo, cabin 7.

Franky: this one is easy due to Frank's ability to create, he's a carpenter, an engineer, a mechanic... he creates amazing things and it takes him little to no time. he's into technology (this even leads him to modifying his own body) and he repairs things. he even breathes fire! and if you tell me that's not a Hephaestus' child thing, you're wrong. So Franky is a child of Hephaestus, cabin 9.

Chopper: he's a ray of sunshine, of course, and his main ability/function is not fighting even when he's really good at it; he's a healer, someone who worries too much about everyone else's well being because he's a doctor. and even when he's good at one on one fights and does not rely on long distance weapons like bow and arrows as many kids of Apollo, he's got other traits that relate to him. and that's why i think Chopper would be a child of Apollo, cabin 7.

Robin: i wasn't sure if i should let her epithet influence my decision but i'm weak and so i let myself love "the devil child". i was thinking that because she's an archaeologist she must be Athena's kid, but... do you know who else would be super interested in the past and finding skeletons and wouldn't be scared of spiders (like Black Maria)? that's right, a child of Hades. she's gloomy, has a dark humor and is always saying macabre things, but she also has the trauma just as Nico and Hazel; she's surrounded by darkness and death, but she chooses to live thanks to friendship, and she even accepts her most terrifying and demonic look for the sake of those who she loves the most. So, Robin would be a daughter of Hades, cabin 13.

Usopp: look, he reminds me a lot of Leo Valdez not only for his silly personality, but because of his interest in crafts and creating various gadgets. Hephaestus' kids are not always the best fighters, so they compensate with creating things they could use in fights and they usually are very clever at doing so, and Usopp is just that type of guy. also, he likes to create things to help his friends just like Franky. That makes Usopp a child of Hephaestus, cabin 9.

Sanji: this one's a little tricky cause he has a lot of traits that makes him a child of Aphrodite (he's french according to Oda, a lover boy and chef, and that screams Aphrodite), but i choose to focus on other things. he hates his biological father, whose a king, and he can skywalk... do you remember who also does both of those things? right! Jason Grace. he's caring, he's blonde, he's kind, he's really tidy so he must be roman. yes, he lights his foot on blue fire, but my main proof is that he didn't die when Enel shot him with a lightning bolt. that's what makes Sanji a child of Jupiter, legion 5.

Nami: i was also debating on this one cause i feel three gods would be a perfect fit for her, but i will explain my choice. even if she's really beautiful like a child of Aphrodite, i think that's not the main point to her character; same goes to her being a child of Zeus, cause even when she can control the weather, it is due to the weapon she uses. so, the other characteristics we have about her is that she's not only clever but cunning, she's good at improvising when in need and she always achieves what she wants cause she's a really clever liar; and, of course, she's a great thief and a pretty good negotiator. All those things make Nami a daughter of Hermes, cabin 11.

Zoro: he's not only obsessed with being strong just for the sake of it, but because he feels like strength will give him control over things he doesn't have control such as "destiny". he uses his strength to protect those who he loves (that's what i mean by saying to have control over things: to protect and avoid having to experience the loss of someone important to him again). he's aggressive, yes, but he's also caring in his weird cold way, and if that's not screaming Clarisse La Rue, i don't know what it is. also, even if he's a mess and has a tendency to get lost, i think he's really devoted to being a swordsman and so he's really disciplined, and that makes Zoro a child of Mars, legion 5 (cause he's part of the worst generation).

Luffy: okay, yes... he technically is the sun god, but lemme tell you that i think it would be kinda like a blessing, not from Apollo, but from Zeus. Luffy's kind, but he also has a sense of justice and freedom, and he has saved a lot of people because of that sense of right and wrong even when he's not a hero because he also does questionable things and i think he would be a child of Nemesis, cause of course she would've loved a revolutionary like Dragon. so i think that after all that happened in Onigashima, Luffy would have won the Olympians favor and so Zeus' blessing, and that's how i would justify him being a minor god of the sun and king of pirates. and so, Luffy is a child of Nemesis, cabin 16.

Bonus:

Law: i kinda want to say that he's a child of Apollo cause it would be so funny, but no... he's gloomy, scary, has a dark humor, is surrounded by death (his epithet is "the surgeon of death"!) and has a tragic backstory, that's why Law is a child of Hades, cabin 13.

Vivi: she has a really great sense of good and bad, she's caring and has a strong sense of justice. she's great with animals and uses short-range and long-range weapons. she's also a fighter, and is linked with social movements, so i think Vivi would be a daughter of Nemesis, cabin 16, but also an Artemis hunter.

Ace: just because he hates his biological father and is technically the prince of pirates, he's strong, has this complex self-esteem and even has the physical characteristics that Thalia is described with, i think Ace would fit as a child of Zeus, cabin 1, and of course he would hate him.

Sabo: his father is a king and he fucking hates him, he's a revolutionary and gives steam punk Thalia Grace vives. he would be roman because he's blonde (like Jason) and he's part of an army. Sabo would totally be a child of Jupiter, legion 1, and he would hate him a lot just like everyone else.

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, past trauma, past abuse, scared boys, mentions of murder, hiding , lies, hurt/comfort, teasing, needy boys, panic, allusions to omorashi/piss kink, rough kisses, biting/marking, grinding, sixty nine, accidental eye gouging, blow jobs, desperation, body worship, Dom's pretty uncut alpha cock, d/s undertones, denial, cunnilingus, rough fingering, cum shots, getting caught, showers, The Talk, family moments, fluff, mentions of past SA, mentions of past miscarriage, surprisingly sweet moments, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit AF

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Colson hated Tuesdays, they had always bugged him. He knew deep down it was probably trauma related- his father had sold him on a Tuesday, but he swore they were honestly just shit. A lot of bad days fell on Tuesdays. Of course that next morning when he woke up with his Alpha curled around him the omega wasn't thinking how much he hated those awful days. He was actually thinking about how hard the killer's cock felt where it was pressed between his ass cheeks and against his spine, slightly curved to the left. He was wondering if he should try to fit in a quick morning fuck or linger lazily in bed snuggling. When he felt his child reposition in his stomach to lay more heavily on his bladder he knew whatever his decision was, he needed to piss first. Of fucking course.

Dom tried to make himself sleep, he'd been trying all bloody night but most of it was spent worrying about his sort of mother-in-law. He loved the woman to death and he hoped there was a damn good reason she was hiding something but the more he pondered the more he worried. Why would she have to hide anything good? She wouldn't. Especially not with as much money as she was funneling out of Col’s company each month. He'd already made up his mind that after getting his lover to work he'd follow her. It wasn't like stalking a pretty blonde omega was new to him. He just hated hiding anything from his partner. He kept telling himself he'd explain everything once he knew what Collette was up to. Even if it was something understandable he'd still tell his man about it. When they were home that night he'd curl up with him and they'd talk about their day. In reality it was just a few hours until he could be honest. That wasn't so hard.

The omega tried to slip out of bed but of course had trouble making it. He tried to use the side of the mattress to pull himself up and ended up falling back against his mate. Dom almost choked but he was able to downplay the sound, he didn't want his lover feeling embarrassed. “G’morning gorgeous. Need ‘elp?” He asked gently, aware of how badly it could go if the man was already in a mood.

Colson narrowed his gaze as he turned his head to look at the boy under him. He wanted to be annoyed but the tired look in his jade eyes made it impossible. His current situation was Dom's fault technically but he wasn't as frustrated about it as he had been before. He knew logically they were past the dangerous point and mostly in the clear. It was still hard to admit their child existed but it was getting easier every day. Every time he felt their little one move. “Just a little leverage.”

“Push or pull?” The Alpha offered and when his mate shrugged he started helping him stand up from where he was. If he didn't have to get out of bed he didn't want to yet. Their bed meant his day of lies didn't have to start. Fuck, what would he even say he needed to do?

Dom rolled over and stared at the wall. Part of him wanted to go after Megan instead but there were others who could find her. He knew Col sent men after her but only he could go follow Collette. He couldn't put it off or ignore it. His mate was due in the next month and they would need her near. He'd never be able to have her around his newborn if he didn't know he could trust her one hundred percent. He had to get it out of the way and then he would do away with Megan next. After that he could focus on getting sleep before becoming a father. He had a feeling he wouldn't be allowed much after that. As a boy he'd cared for his sisters while his parents slept. He remembered the sleepless nights and constant tears.

“You okay?” Colson’s voice was soft as he got back to bed and slid in behind his lover. Dom was obviously awake but turned away from him and that more than anything scared him. He didn't think the boy had rolled away once since they'd met.

“Mmm, jus’ tired.” Dom sighed before taking a deep breath and turning back over, a calm smile on his face. He refused to let anything else upset his partner. He had to protect his family, even if it was from one of their own.

“Yeah, you look like shit. Maybe you should stay home today? At least the morning? I know you worry but I got my gun and the boys won't leave-” Kells started on his explanation of safety but the boy interrupted him surprisingly.

“Yeah, might be smart. Long as you stay wiv the boys.” It wasn't the best solution but it was a cover of sorts. He could take Col to work and then act like he would come home. Besides, the hotel was the best place to start his search. He reached over and laid his palms on Colson's belly, his fingers petting softly over the stretched inked skin.

“Shit are you dying? You're actually going to let me go be the boss I've always been? Alone? Should I check your temperature?” The omega teased, arching a brow.

“Look I know we boff want yas sticking summat up me arse but not a fhermometer aye?” The boy teased back. “I trust yas and the boys. At least for a few ‘ours. Jus’ need to get some rest. Plus I ain't been able to go out since Blain's dad.” He added truthfully. He always tried to be open about his darker needs.

“You literally stabbed someone the day before yesterday. I think you'll be okay.” Colson huffed, rolling his eyes at his partner. He couldn't completely understand the urges the killer had but he assumed it was something like his OCD. If he lost control then everything went to hell in a handbasket. If Dominic didn't complete his ritual it was the same.

“You know it don't count. ‘Elps but don't count.” The Alpha explained softly as he curled up on Col’s chest. He never minded the bitch position as his mate liked to call it, plus he got to be close to Col’s mostly flat tits and the omega played with his hair. It was one of his favorite ways to cuddle.

Colson sighed and carded his fingers through the younger man's hair, burying his nose there for a moment. He loved the way his partner smelled first thing in the morning. They normally showered the night before and fucked before or after. The psycho smelled like home. “I know. But I don't know if I can handle you doing that to her.” He admitted softly. He'd seen remnants of Yungblud's real kills, pictures that Tom had taken fresh. It was a brutal mess and even though he could see the art, it hurt something inside him to picture it happening to someone he thought was a friend.

“She wants to kill you and our baby.” It was said quietly, not that the other was trying to convince Col exactly but it scared him to think the omega wasn't ready to let go. She couldn't push more than that besides actually trying and Dom couldn't let it come to that. “She ‘urt you. She tried to sell our boy.”

“I know. I'm not saying don't kill her, I'm just… I don't know if I can see her like that.”

“So I can kill ‘er?” The Alpha asked but the room went silent and his pulse raced in his chest. “Cols- baby- she ra-”

“I know!” Kells couldn't hear it again. He fucking couldn't. It was hard enough to live with what his uncle did but to add her to that list? No. It was different. “I should do it.”

“I don't want you sharing the bloody air wiv ‘er! She wanted to steal you from me and end our family Cols. I need to protect you. I weren't ‘ere before! I couldn't save you but I'm ‘ere now. I'm right ‘ere and I can't- I can't-”

“Hey, shush. Hey, I'm okay. We're okay. If you start crying like a pussy I will too. I'm always like two fucking seconds away from crying or fucking you and I only enjoy one of those things. You weren't here because you were a fucking child and shouldn't have been responsible for anything. You should have been protected but neither of us were and that's not on us. We're here now and we're taking care of each other. This isn't just on you to take care of us. Don't be a knotheaded asshole just because you knocked me up. You're supposed to fucking tell me when you get this scared.” Colson tried to stop the panic in its tracks. It almost broke him to hear his normally terrifying mate so young seeming and worried.

“Don't shush me. I'm not a bloody knot’ead. Fuck you.” Dom laughed wetly, wiping his cheeks before he leaned back enough to face his lover.

“I dunno. You were acting pretty Alpha yesterday. Was kind of surprised you didn't try to piss on me.” The thought sent a wave of arousal through the man but he tried not to show it. Of course his lover’s nose was attuned to the scent though.

Without meaning to, they both rolled to face each other and Dom’s thigh slipped between Col's to fit against his heated core. It was funny how often they didn't mean to start anything but still ended up having sex. More often than not they didn't mean to, it just happened. In all their time together they hadn't planned out a date or sex night. Neither thought they were exactly a normal couple but that was only a problem when they fell together in public.

“You'd like tha' too much.” Dom purred, surprised himself how fast his mood switched. He expected it from his lover but his own didn't normally follow suit that quickly. It was like his body knew they needed to connect.

“Fuck yeah I would.” He wouldn't really he didn't think, at least not in front of others where he couldn't change. In the privacy of their home though it would drive him wild.

Their lips met in a rough kiss, more teeth than tongues. Their anxiety was finding an outlet even if they didn't ask for it. “Too ‘ard right now. Sorry.” The Alpha explained but that was obvious, his cock was a hard line between them, slotting against Col's belly and making a wet smear of precum on his bare skin. They had only slipped into boxers the night before, worried that they'd get another middle of the night visitor but now Kells was regretting letting the other man wear anything. Ever. He should always be naked and ready. “Wha' ya want?”

“You.”

“Yeah but-” Hot wet breath panted between them as Dom paused his question to lick over his lover's mouth. “Wha' you need of me?” He tried a different tactic.

Colson tried to check in with his body but he wasn't sure. He was dripping wet and aching but the ache was… different than normal. He wasn't sure he could handle getting fucked before work. It struck him suddenly what he really wanted and he flicked his tongue out to wet his lips. “Wanna blow you.”

“Wha'?” Dom blinked a few times, his brows furrowed. He wasn't saying his mate was a selfish lover but… Kells would be the first to admit he was. The Alpha could count on one hand the number of blow jobs he'd gotten and it felt awkward to be offered. It always felt too arseholey to him, he needed to share pleasure, not take it.

“Sixty-nine?” Kells offered instead when he felt how shocked the boy was. He wanted to pamper the killer after being so good for him the day before. He'd protected them and let the boss lead even though his instincts told him to kill. Dom always took such good care of him without much in return and he knew that deep down. He knew he was selfish and needed control, he knew he'd literally hurt the other multiple times, he knew he was probably putting his bitch through hell the entire pregnancy but the Alpha took it all in stride and asked for more. The masochistic fucker had even proposed to him, another thing he was presently ignoring. “Let me play with your cock. The fuck dude?” And that was the truth of it under everything else. At times he just loved the feeling of his lover's dick and something inside him craved his cum. If he couldn't walk around with it in his cunt all day his belly was the next best thing.

“So I can blow you too?”

“No. I want to focus. You can finger me if it's that much of a fucking hardship to let me suck your dick. Now flip over.”

The boy started to protest but when the omega's eyes flashed gold and he arched a brow at him he pushed himself up to lay the other way. The moment was slightly awkward and he wondered errantly if anyone could get into that position and keep it sexy. The killer almost squeaked when his mate started tugging at his boxers and made him fall too quickly. Dom moved to wiggle free of them, accidentally hitting Colson in the face when his now partially soft cock popped free.

“Poke a damn eye out with that monster. Shit.” Kells teased and when the other pushed up on his elbow to look he knew there must be a pink spot on his face. Fuck he hoped he didn't bruise- how would he explain that? His lover flushed and he couldn't help but laugh though most of his focus was drawn to the scent so close to his face. He could feel his mouth watering and his thighs getting wet. It was honestly better they'd had a silly moment together because now he could play with the boy half soft. He didn't know what it was but he loved the silky smooth feel especially under his tongue.

The Alpha tried not to thrust as his partner curled his palm around the base of his cock and teased his tip with his tongue. His fist clenched as he watched the older man, it was hard to see with Col's belly between them but it helped him to watch. He couldn't be too surprised if he could see what was coming. Somehow it still shocked him when his dominant rolled his foreskin between his lips. “Not a bloody bubble.” He whimpered, biting softly at Colson's thigh. The other man giggled but let him go and followed the tightening skin down his shaft. “Fuck-”

“Mmm, mmhmm.” Even with his mouth full the omega found it hard not to talk. He was always in control and he still was, but he couldn't boss his bitch around with a dick down his throat. His head bobbed a few times but the crick in his spine didn't like it so he pulled off and grumbled- “You're gonna have to do it.”

“I can't fuck ya face. Not right now. I ain't never-”

“I don't care. Here.” He huffed, raising his thigh and folding his leg to keep his core exposed. “You can touch but if I feel your mouth on me you're in deep shit.”

The Alpha's eye twitched. He didn't think there was anyone else who would get in trouble for pleasuring his pregnant mate but his baby mumma was a special one. Granted he knew there weren't many men who would deny the opportunity to choke someone on their cock. The problem was he didn't trust his body not to pop a knot. He hadn't been able to in over a month, they were being careful so close to time. Since he'd never had so much control and was barely used to the act itself he didn't trust he could keep his family safe. Colson ignored him and swallowed him back down, making his body jerk. He felt sweat break out over his skin and his instincts warred for control.

Pregnancy sex was so fucking awkward and here Kells was trying to give his lover a treat. He was trying to show the boy he trusted him and get what he needed at the same time. His instincts were screaming for his mate's release. He didn't have to understand it to try and make it happen but when the bitch didn't move he started stroking.

“Oh bloody ‘ell motherfuck-” Dominic choked on a curse as he pressed his face against his lover's thighs and breathed deep. The scent of his dripping arousal was both calming and breaking down his needs. There was something extra to his scent, warm and desperate. Something soft that made Dom think ‘home’. His hips twitched, he couldn't stop it completely, his body chasing the release his mate was working for. He wanted to reach for the man's wet folds but he didn't trust himself to do anything. The feeling of his cockhead bruising Col's throat was too much. The tight wet heat was driving him mad.

Kells tried not to smirk around his Alpha's dick, he could feel the boy starting to let go. He kept his fist tight around Dom's forming knot and his mouth sucking like a porn star. He might not have the kid's DSL’s but he knew what made his bitch feel good. The tip of his tongue flicked through Dom’s slit and he heard the man curse again.

“Cols-” He groaned, his body rocking harder even while he fought to be gentle. When Colson squeezed his knot just so he shoved his face deeper between the omega's thighs. Kells locked his knees when he felt breath against his folds and would have scoffed if he could when the Alpha growled at him.

Dom’s tongue flicked out, the tip almost reaching his mate's inner sanctum as he lovingly teasingly called his man's cunt. He felt lost in a haze of pleasure and the cloying scent of slick. He was overwhelmed and driven to a kind of madness. He battled the hold around his face and tried to get closer. All his instincts screamed he just needed one fucking taste. He could feel drool bead down his cheek to mix with the slick painting the older man's skin and he knew he was a feral mess.

With one hand stroking fast and his mouth a constant suction for a moment Colson barely noticed how close his bitch was. When he worried about clenching his thighs too tight an idea struck him and he reached behind himself with his free hand. His fingers tangled in Dom's hair and he yanked rough, keeping his good boy in place. He wanted to lavish him with pleasure for once but the selfless bastard couldn't seem to stop himself from returning it. He kept his grip but focused back on the silky heavy weight of Dom’s cock in his mouth and the feeling of his knot pulsing under his palm. He was close and the man knew he was about to get a mouthful.

Between one breath and the next the Alpha's rapture bowled him over, an orgasm so intense it felt like a punch to the gut. His body trembled as his dick jerked, shooting white heat down Col’s throat. The sound of his omega’s sloppy swallowing and filthy moans had him shaking even harder but what his lover did next made him fall in love all over again.

Kells waited for his bitch to gasp in a breath and all at once he opened his thighs and slammed Dom face first against his core. Mid-orgasm or not his Alpha was all instinct and his tongue started moving before he knew what was going on. When the boss couldn't focus anymore he pulled his mouth off, surprised when another spurt hit him right in the face. He flushed hot but felt wild enough it didn't shame him, he just kept his hold firm on the boy's knot.

Dom growled against his mate's dripping cunt, his tongue trying to search out every drop of slick he could. There was so little left in his mind all he could feel was a desperation to get him off. He distantly felt the other licking his cockhead, teasing his foreskin as if he too was finding every bit of cum. It felt almost animalistic in the position they were in but he couldn't stop himself until the omega physically pushed him off.

Colson's body was searching for release he couldn't find just from the boy's tongue and he was pushed to the edge already. When he forced his lover back he was shocked by the crimson glare leveled on him as if Dom didn't understand who he was for a moment. He saw the monster in his mate, the killer who kept him safe. He wasn't like the other Alphas no, but damn was he far more frightening. “Touch me.” He rasped through a bruised throat and the other got to work automatically.

Dominic pushed himself up on his hip and fit his hand between Col's trembling legs. Two fingers slipped deep in his core while his pinkie did something he hadn't tried before and slid through slick to shove deep in his ass. His eyes went wide but he didn't tell Dom to stop which was all the permission the psycho seemed to need. His hand rocked Col’s body enough he was pretty sure the bed was shaking. With his bitch's cum on his tongue he bit a pillow and moaned curses that sounded like screams. He was so lost to the building pleasure in his guts he didn't feel the boy move until he felt a wet heat around his dick. Dom swallowed him down with a practiced ease and fucking hummed- shattering what control the omega had left.

Kells felt his body curl up as he shook and drenched the bed, his orgasm hitting harder than it had in a while and he damn well knew it was the new line his mate crossed. He hadn't really tried ass play but for the life of him he couldn't say why. He lost track of what curses he moaned into the fabric as he rocked his hips and chased release. Eventually he felt too overstimulated and he had to push his lover off again. Those red eyes locked on his as Dom licked his lips. The Alpha looked feral but at least he pulled his touch free.

“Oh ew! Ain't this ‘ow you got into this mess? Fuck you guys. You supposed to be at work!” A young voice huffed from the barely open door and Dom turned to glare at the intruder. It took him a moment to recognize Blain but when those peridot green eyes looking back went wide he felt his own calm. He would never hurt his family. He made sure no important bits were showing on either of them though they were obviously in a compromising position. It took the kid a second to swallow his fear, remember he was safe, and shut the door again with him on the other side. “Fine fuck all day for all I care. I'm staying ‘ome anyways. I'm surrounded by ‘orny freaks!” His voice trailed down the hall but it reassured them both that if he was bitching he wasn't truly scared of upset.

“Guess we gotta get used to tha’.” Dom huffed, clearing his throat. Kells was still hiding in the pillow but he was pretty sure the omega was laughing. “Or maybe learn to lock the bloody door.”

“Yeah. That. Shit. You okay? You went psycho there for a sec.” Colson asked as he pushed the fabric away and patted it and he was thankful when his lover followed and laid down next to him.

“I dunno wha’s up. Ya smell…” He trailed off and felt another growl rumble in his chest. Shite, that was weird. He tried to give his lover an apologetic look but the man just arched a brow. “You like control. I like losing it. We perfect tog'ever.”

“Mmm cheesy bitch.” They shared a soft smile and a softer kiss, their tongues sharing their flavor between them. They lingered like that for a bit but the kid was correct, they couldn't stay in bed all day.

Eventually Dom helped his partner stand and the man paused at the bathroom door. “Come clean up, one of us has to check on him and it ain't gonna be me. It's too early and I have to get going.”

The Alpha huffed but obeyed as he normally did, joining his omega just long enough to clean up. Kells liked to savor his showers alone, especially before work so he could get mentally prepared, and Dom wouldn't take that away from him. Besides the longer they spent alone without the distraction of fucking the more likey he was to talk so he took his leave with a messy kiss and dried off before slipping on lounge pants. He found Blain in the living room, curled up on the couch wrapped in a fuzzy blanket watching television and scrolling his new phone. He only made it a few steps in before he was turning on his heel and hoping the boy didn't hear him.

“I fink he needs you. You're needed. Not me. I can't bloody do it. I didn't fink- but I knew- but shite! You go.” The Alpha was rambling before he even reached the bathroom and when Colson popped his soapy head out he glared.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He grumbled. Dom always let him enjoy his shower. The younger man looked stressed, his cheeks flushed and his hands fidgeting. It felt like an awkward scene overall especially with his bubbly mohawk but if his mate noticed he didn't say.

“Its um… Blain urm-”

“Yes?”

“Ya know…” The bitch wiggled his hand in the general direction of Col's… stomach? Cock? What the fuck?

“I don't fucking know and I'm about to get soap in my eyes so hurry before I kick your ass.”

“It's Blain's… time. I fink. I could smell ‘im.”

“Oh. OH! Well shit.”

“Yeeeeah.”

“Take him some pads and don't be an ass. You're the one who wanted to be a dad so badly. What's it you do for Tom? Do that.” Col huffed, closing the door again to rinse his hair but he could still see the shadow of his love. He knew he was being a dick and the younger boy would probably be most comfortable with him. It wasn't fair what he said, they both wanted to take the kid in. “Shit! Give me a second. Don't you dare go talk to him. You'll fuck it up.”

“I resent tha’. I raised an omega, fanks. And I been caring for Tom and you. I jus'... I'm worried I scared ‘im. I don't want to scare our kids.” The Alpha's voice was so soft he barely heard it over the water but it hurt his heart all the same. He finished his bathing in record time before he let Dom dry him gently with a fluffy soft towel. As the killer worked he found the kit his mother gave him and he checked to make sure it was full. Pads, pain killers, muscle relaxers, nausea medication, scent dampening spray, and whatever else the young omega might need. He was just glad they'd gone shopping for clothes already and he made sure to get Blain all he might want. Heats could be a bitch on skin sensitivity and he didn't want him overwhelmed. After he zipped it up and let Dom help him into sweats he took a deep breath and walked out.

Blain rolled his eyes the second he saw them coming, his cheeks flushing when he saw the toiletry bag. It was nondescript but it was obvious, especially with the Alpha hanging back. Kells took a seat next to him and set the kit down, pushing it gently over. “So wha', we gonna ‘ave The Talk? Cause I don't think you know shite about condoms.” His bright eyes dropped to Col’s belly and the man laughed. Damn the kid was quick.

“Do you need The Talk?” He asked simply as his mate wandered off to the kitchen. His lover was a caretaker and he knew he would be bringing tea.

“Dont fuck, don't let an alpha knot me, and don't even go near an unmated one until it passes. I don't want blockers- Doc already offered. I ain't a pussy.” The last stung the man but it was to be expected. He had felt the glare from the boy at work when he covered up what he was. He was proud of the kid but he knew it would be a hard road. Thankfully he wasn't the only omega in the home.

“This has everything you need for now and anything it doesn't you can order. Just… if you get toys to help make damn sure it's under your name. I don't want to see that shit. I'll get you your own safe box.” He didn't know if Blain was too young for that side of his heat or if it would mostly feel like the flu and cramps. He hadn't been horny his first time but the one when he met Dom? Fuck.

“I shouldn't ‘ave said tha’. Tom explained to me. I get why you did wha’ ya did. I'm jus’ so bloody tired of the bullshite Alphas get away with. You should be the boss because you fucking are one, not cause you acted like a knot’eaded fuck. You a good omega. Tha' weren't fairs of me.” Blain sounded so much like a softer Dom it was fucking weird but he swallowed his own emotions and shook his head.

“We're good dude. You're right. It's bullshit but I didn't even realize that until a fucking Alpha showed me.” Kells laughed exasperatedly. “I want to help. That's all. We care about you. Do you have any questions?”

“I ‘ad one ‘eat before but… I'm still a bit scared. I don't want to be out of control. Was it bad for you when you were my age?”

Col had to drop his gaze a moment as memories rushed through his mind. The first time he saw slick tinged with blood, how fucking terrified he was, how high his fever went, when his uncle found him almost passed out- “I've only had two.” He cleared his throat and stared at the couch between them. “I was attacked during my first and it- I was a few years younger than you and I ended up pregnant.” He didn't have to tell him and he didn't want him terrified of the world but at the same time he could still picture the kid with blood on his face so he knew the other omega already knew. It was good to warn him. Just in case. Besides, if he wanted the boy to trust him… He cleared his throat and kept on, his palm absentmindedly cupping his belly. He was surprised when Blain sat up and scooted closer, his knee against Col's stomach.

“It was my uncle. He'd done the same to my mom and my dad sold her, like yours tried to sell you. So when dad caught my uncle with me…” He shrugged. He could feel his eyes burn but he kept on. “He sold me for cheap and I ended up brought here. My mom and her mate found me and bought me, like Travis had her. I didn't even know I was carrying before I lost the baby. It was the worst few months of my life. I went on blockers after that because I thought I was made wrong. My dad always said I was a disappointment and shit, he was right! I couldn't even have a kid. I tried to act like an Alpha until the day Dom found me. So even if you do decide to try blockers, they don't ruin anything.” His voice never raised and he barely shook. He was surprised at himself but relaying the story in that situation made it far easier. He knew his mate was listening too and that helped.

“I don't want 'em. If you ain't noticed I'm a bit stubborn. I like wha’ I am. It feels right to me. My dad always said it was fucked and he was going to sell me I guess. Had some friend he was setting up a deal with years ago. Guess it fell through but he was searching out a new one ‘ere.” Blain shrugged. “I never wanted tha’. I don't wanna be given to someone, I wanna find me'self and jus’ bloody live. I know I like wearing skirts and heels and makeup and I like tha' I'm a bit curvy in the right places. I don't wanna walk down the street and be attacked but… I'm good wiv me. I'm sorry you went through tha’. No one deserves it. I don't know ‘ow the world is still so backwards but you… You might jus’ be kinda alright. Badarse even. So,” His attention dropped to Colson's stomach as if he couldn't stand to be so sweet but even though he reached out he didn't touch without permission. “You'd ‘ave a big sibling already, aye? I'll watch over you for ‘em. If tha’s alright?” The last was a question for Kells and the man knew the boy was still scared this was temporary. He took his so small hand and laid it against his stomach, fighting tears as he nodded.

“I think that would be awesome. As long as you want. We weren't joking yesterday, you're a part of this family now. I'm glad you're so comfortable being an omega but to keep you safe we have to put an Alpha's name on your papers as your guardian. We'd like to put our names on it. They'll be forged-” He laughed wetly. “But they'll be real to us. If you're cool with it?”

“Only if your idiot Alpha stops being a creeper! ‘Ow long you gonna spy on us?” Blain raised his voice to tease. A noise like china rattling hit their ears before the other man rushed out of the kitchen, a platter in his hold full of tea and plain toast. Three cups and two plates. The bastard was precious. “You really wanna be my guardians? My dad said I'm a ‘andful.”

“Does it seem like we ain't? Course we wanna. You ours already in me mind.” Dom shrugged.

“You're both bloody freaks but… yeah. Fanks. I'd love to stay.” The boy giggled when he felt something flutter against his palm.

“Punk agrees. So that's settled. You sure you're happy kid? The meds I'm leaving with you are prescription shit. I'm trusting you.” Col had to add. With how they found the boy he couldn't be blamed for worrying.

“Ain't got a death wish, just a blood lust. You can trust me. Don't gotta go all worried mum on me.”

The word was said as a joke but it still made Colson pause, his gaze catching Dom’s who smiled back behind his tea. “Well ya fit right in.”

“I noticed. Could you teach me ‘ow to use a gun?” He asked of Kells.

Before Dom could shout ‘no’ the omega held up his hand. He'd have to teach the kid just so he was safe living around them. “I will. Although I'd suggest letting Dom teach you with his knives. It's better for protection. If people see a gun then they're more likely to pull one. Let's just worry about getting you through this and all the shit happening first, okay? We've got time.” The boy nodded and they ate their toast but eventually he had to get ready for work.

Dom followed him to the closet and they shared a long hug, both a bit overwhelmed at how well that actually went. Obviously it would get rough too but they'd take their wins where they could. As Kells pulled away he saw his lover fight a yawn, those jade eyes looked darker by the hour. “I think I can make it to work alone. You should stay. Make sure he's okay and fucking rest. Both of you.”

“You probably right. It's been a long few days. Jus' promise me you'll keep a bloody close eye and you'll stay safe. Can't lose yas, neiver of you.” It called back to the night after their last big fight when Colson admitted he couldn't stand to lose their child or Dom. It reassured the man and he gave his mate a smiling kiss.

“I was a badass before you. Remember?” He winked, letting his lover help him dress. He was too far along and it got uncomfortable plus Dom loved to be of use.

“Oh I know.” The Alpha huffed, spanking him gently and they both paused at the rush of slick that wet Col’s thighs.

“Weird. The kid's cycle is probably fucking with my hormones.” The omega blushed but he didn't know why his body was so fucking reactive.

He finished getting ready and added a pad just in case. He didn't need to soak through his pants. Eventually he made his way out with one last make out session at the elevator. It was strange making himself leave his Alpha. They rarely spent time apart. There was an ache in his stomach as the doors closed between them but he wouldn't pussy out. He had to work.

Dom sighed as he waved goodbye and the pit of nerves filled his stomach again. He hated that he had to lie to his mate and now he'd have to think up something to slip away from the boy. It hurt him that he needed to leave Blain alone but The Doctor was just a floor down. He needed to find Collette and figure out what was going on with her, he'd already used up so much of the day. He didn't pray but for once he asked the universe for help, after seeing how amazing a mother his omega was he knew while some of it came from inside, some was taught by the woman who gave birth to him. He didn't know what would happen if she was working against his partner but he was desperate for it not to be true. Either way he'd find out while his family was safe and he'd tell Kells everything that night. Right. He had work to do.

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This was a long chapter but I thought y'all deserved a little more smut and fluff before the end. It's about to get intense! I just love the way they're already making a sweet little family. I hope you're enjoying it! 🩸🖤

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Charbee Prompts Part 8

The Boy in Yellow (Humanformers Au)

Charlie narrates how she knew a boy in high school who was a big fan of her in the school’s high diving team. His name was Benjamin O’Brien. They weren’t friends nor did they talk so often but shared almost every class. He was nice and talkative but around her, he stuttered and rambled out of nervousness. Charlie figured he had a crush on her but didn’t want to embarrass him since he was nice and was probably the loudest at her competitions (second to her dad).

When her father died, she was a junior and he was senior going to graduate in a month. He was there when her father’s heart gave out and drove both of them to the hospital. She fell asleep waiting for the news and when she woke up, the boy was gone except a yellow jean jacket with a bee patch on it. She never wore it again but she kept it. When she came back to school as a complete shell of herself, he was the only one to stick by her side. They never talked but he treated her normally and sat at a comfortable distance. She appreciated his company and knows she won’t see him again but wishes him the best since he’s going to the military after graduating.

But by some luck, she sees him again.

She just graduated and turned 18 and when she buys her first car, the boy was in the trunk, injured and unconscious. Charlie fixed him up and healed him. She didn’t know it was him at the time. The boy used to be short, skinny and pale with brown hair but now Charlie's head could barely reach his collarbone, had broad shoulder and defining muscles, tanned to a honey brown color that emphasizes his freckles and has golden blonde highlights in his hair with scars all over his body.

When he woke up, he had no voice or memory, unlike the witty, talkative voice Charlie listened to all those years ago. Charlie nicknamed him Bumblebee after the buzzing noises his throat makes when he tries to speak and at that, she gave her the yellow jacket he gifted her many years ago saying, "It matches your outfit." Looking back, Charlie wants to facepalm at how obvious it was especially when she thought to herself on how it was a perfect fit.

A recording in the car revealed where he has been all these years. Bee was a military spy for a new initiative called the Autobot Initiative, where soldiers were chosen to use weaponized cars linked to their conscience to fight and spy on enemies such as the Decepticon terrorist group. He was a deadly soldier but to Charlie, Ben hasn't changed one bit and was only hit with the realization that she loved him when she fixed the handheld radio he carried with him and he comforted her about her father. It was a terrifying realization at the time but she never really planned on saying anything or acting on it, until her neighbor Memo came in to ask her out.

Charlie makes Memo promise to not tell anyone about the car and briefly explaining that Bee is a spy. (Charlie notes that she’s still friends with Memo to this day and that he’s now dating a boy he met at a cafe.) They all go for a drive to test out the abilities of the car until they reach the cliffside. She refuses to dive after so much trauma and gets made fun by Tina. Bee comes to her defense which leads to Tina making fun of him for being mute and scarred. Charlie goes to his defense but in the heat of the moment, when Tina says, "What's up with you? Are you his girlfriend or somethin'?" and Charlie一poor, sweet, stupid eighteen-year-old Charlie一said...

"So what if I am!? Shut the fuck up!"

Charlie and Bee don’t talk about it until they get home and Memo leaves. Charlie apologized but it turns out that Bee always liked her, ever since the two met. They don’t know what the two are but Bee wanted to stay with her forever. Charlie liked that and parted with Charlie kissing his cheek.

Present Charlie remembers how happy she was that night as if they were stuck in their little bubble. She dreamt of all the adventures the two will take together, the places they'll go, the things they'll do一innocently ignorant to the war outside.

Present Charlie also remembers when that bubble popped, how she watched Bee die in front of her.

The Decepticons wanted to kill Bee for info on where his leader is. After accidentally spilling with the recording, Bee was electrocuted to death. Charlie remembered how her father died but this time, she didn’t freeze. She went straight to CPR (noting how she wished their first kiss had a better setting) and after using a defibrillator, Bee came back and with his memories.

The shock that both young adults, recognizing each other from a different time, was almost embarrassing. Charlie covered her red face realizing she gave the jacket to the same guy to gave it to her and Ben looked like he wanted to curl up in a ball, remembering his crush from high school and his actions for the past few days. Charlie remembers sharing a proper kiss with him before being rudely interrupted by the military, calling Bee a traitor and a coward.

The rest of the night was a blur, a trauma Charlie can't seem to fully recollect with the bits and pieces of the fight being too fuzzy. She remembers a pain in her head as she was thrown against concrete and the ringing raging explosions surrounding her. She remembers a green glow, a dropping feeling from a fear of heights and her body learning to dive again as she held the blurry face of a smiling blonde underwater.

The last thing Charlie recalls of the boy was their goodbyes, standing at a cliff where they overlook the Golden Gate Bridge. They hug and kiss one last time and exchange a thanks, knowing that the other touched their hearts in some way. Charlie waved goodbye never knowing if he will return but she wished him luck and a promise to never forget him. (Heartbreak following a bittersweet exasperation when Bee reveals that his car could shapeshift. "YOUR CAR CAN BE A CAMERO THIS WHOLE TIME??")

Present Charlie recites this story to an interviewer in a quiet room, not realizing there was a tear going down her cheek until a drop landed on the metal table.

"So you want to see him again? Is that what you're saying?"

Charlie shakes her head. "No. I wanna help him. I accepted the fact that I'll never see him so I want to help his cause as much as possible, because he believed in it, just like how he believed in me."

The interviewer smiled with pride and extends a hand that Charlie takes in a shake, "Then it's done. Welcome to the GI Joes, Agent Watson."

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The good old Doc - Part 7

Missed the start? No problem, here is the first part, the following ones are always linked at the end, so you dont have to search endlessly. 😉

Summary: Lieutenant Lilith Adams enlisted back in the military, only to be met with a certain cocky pilot. Overcoming certain past traumas, she tries to fit in with the team of pilots as their personal medic. Soon finding her stuck between a certain good looking aviator and her work morals.

This is a series which is currently in the making, so I don’t exactly know how long it is going to be. 😊

Word count: 2693

Warnings: none

We were the last to land. Jake taking another round over the base and the hangar. But when we did, as soon as the top from the jet came up, I heard cheering all around. The other team members applauding me for my first flight. Smiling like a proud little boy, Jake firstly helped me out of the seat and then back down on the ground. Putting an arm around my shoulders he pulled me close to his body. “You did so great, darlin. I cant believe you have not thrown up.”

I smiled at him, not noticing, that Rooster came up behind me. “Yeah, you are officially better than Hangman. He hurled like hell during his first flight.”

“That’s not true. I threw up once, Bradshaw.” Jake retorted, putting another arm around me, as if to claim me. I didn’t care, as I was just drunken on the dopamine and adrenaline my body was producing in masses. That’s what may have pushed me to do a bold thing.

Grabbing Jake on each side of his vest, I pulled him down to me, pressing my lips to his. He stiffened up for a split second, before giving in to the kiss. Wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. His lips were soft, delicately moving against mine. But as soon as he gave in to the kiss, he fought me for control. And I was more than happy to oblige. Letting him reign free over my mouth and body I held onto him, moaning slightly at the feeling of him holding me even tighter. He broke the kiss, looking down at me. And a second time this day, I found myself be twirled around by a certain blond pilot.

If it could be possible, the cheering around us became even more joyous. Prompting Jake to put me down and kiss me a second time. This kiss was so much more intense than the first one. Sending butterflies and sparks all over my body. He was rough and demanding. Grip hard on my hips. Claiming me for everyone to see. I would have stayed in this position forever, if it weren’t for Admiral Simpson to break the moment.

“Lieutenant Seresin, stop snogging your medic!” His voice boomed over the loud cheering. Instantly the noise broke down and Jake pushed me behind his back, puffing up towards Cyclone, who came strutting in like a tornado. But as soon, as he saw that Cyclone was wearing what could be described as a smile on his face, Jake relaxed. “Admiral Simpson…” He was interrupted by the older man lifting his hand. “Its alright, son. I saw what happened, but props to you for willingly taking the hot seat for her You are a good guy, Seresin. Keep her happy for me.” Cyclone was now smiling wider, putting his hand on Jakes shoulder. Then he turned to me, raising and eyebrow. “May I have a talk with you really quick?”

I stepped around Jake, my body shrinking under Cyclones hard gaze. I gave Jake the helmet and started walking after Admiral Simpson. As soon as we were out of hearing range he began to speak: “I cant believe all it took this man was to fly you around in his plane for you to throw all of your morals over board.” I shook my head. “That’s not what pushed me to kiss him. It’s the way he treats me. The way he cared for me yesterday and this morning. How he let his hard Hangman shell slip away and got all nervous asking me out for a date.” I giggled at the memory.

“And you are sure about him?” Cyclone asked, looking me up and down.

“100%” Smiling up at him, with a bright grin. “I don’t care about the things people will say. I have him and my team. That’s as best as it gets.” My statement made the Admiral chuckle. “It’s a rare occurrence for you to act all lovey dovey, so he must have really made an impression… But come on. A 30 year old? Didn’t know older man where your ride.”

“You are such an ass!” I wheezed, turning bright red at his words, only for him to laugh even more: “What? Its true.” “30 isnt that old.” I retorted. “And if it is, what are you then? A fossil?”

“Careful of your next words.” He warned me, jokingly waving his finger in front of my face. I just tapped him on the shoulder, turning around to go back to my team. “Sure thing, granpa!” I called back over my shoulder, smiling at Cyclones sudden stiffness. “Don’t worry he hasn’t dicked me down, yet.”

“Lieutenant Adams!” Admiral Simpson was using his commanding voice, trying to scare me off, but it just made me laugh harder. “You were the one starting it, don’t play all innocent now!” I received an angry glare at my cockiness, but I could see, that Cyclone was trying to force down a smile himself, so I was good to go. Returning to my team, letting me be showered in hugs and congratulations.

“You two are a thing now?” Phoenix asked me, when we were alone in the shower. I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess so, yes.” “How is that even possible?” She seemed bewildered. “Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for you, truly. But Hangman with a girl? That’s some wild shit to take. Tell me, what did you do to him, that got him all smitten by you?”

I laughed at her words. “I did nothing. Just being my old sassy self. He even asked me out on a date this morning, after he went out to get breakfast.”

“He slept over?” My ears were ringing at her sudden screaming. Waving my hands to get her to calm down, I answered: “Turn it down, Nix. Or do you want the whole base to hear you? He slept over, on my couch. Nothing happened. We watched a film, had some left over pizza and beer. I fell asleep on him and he didn’t want to leave me alone, so he picked up some things and stayed. That’s all.”

“Oh. My. God.” She silently screamed, flapping her hands around, to keep her excitement controlled. “That’s a motherfucking big step for someone like Hangman. In all the years I have known him, he never slept over at a girls. Just in and out fast. He really must like you. Tell me, when is your date?”

I sighted, stepping out of the shower and slipping back in my clothes I wore before I got here. It was a knee length black summer dress. It showed off my cleavage just enough to give a good hint without being to slutty. The back of the dress descending to my ankles. I sat down strapping on the thin sandals twisting the black leather straps around my ankles and up my calves. “It already happened. We went for a walk on the beach, getting to know each other better. That’s when I decided to call Cyclone and ask him to let my fly in a jet. You should have seen Jakes face, when I told the Admiral what I wanted. I swear he saw his life flashing by.”

“That’s something I really want to see.” Phoenix chuckled, dressing herself as well. “So, all it takes is a tattooed, pierced, tiny redhead for Hangman to get all soft and lovey?” “Don’t forget my break down. I had to make the first step, for him to open up.” I added giggling.

“Yeah, that thing… You scared me. All of us. The way you just broke down, screaming like all hell broke loose. I have never seen Hangman be so worried. That’s not me saying he doesn’t care, because he does. Greatly. But he never shows it. And in that moment, you broke down, his face fell, he dove right down, catching you and when you clung to him, I swear I saw his heart break.” She sighted, rubbing her arms up and down in distress. “I hope you know, that even if you are much younger than we are, you are still on our team. You are family. And whenever you need something, don’t hesitate to call one of us up.”

“Thank you, Phoenix. Really. Feels good to be accepted into the team.” I pulled her into a hug, truly thankful for her words. But a knock on the door interrupted the sweet moment we had. “Come on girls, don’t let us wait any longer. We are starving and tonight is burger night, which means Maverick is grilling for everyone who pays.” Rooster yelled through the door.

“Coming!” I yelled back, squeezing Phoenix one last time, before grabbing my things and walking towards the door.

Pov Hangman:

“Looks like you got yourself a girl, Hangman.” Rooster punched my shoulder playfully. I let my head hang down, to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks and my lips parting in a stupid grin.

“Fuck man, she got you all whipped.” Coyote giggled. “How is that even possible? I always thought you were one to never settle and all it took was an army medic.”

“I mean she needed to be a lot younger than him, for him to be hooked, so maybe that’s why he never settled before. The women we know are a lot more mature…” Rooster shot at me with a sarcastic grin. And normally his playful comment would not bother me, but him talking about Lilith that way had my blood boil in mere seconds. “Shut it Bradshaw!” I growled, facing him. My jaw was clenched, fists balled at my side. He raised his hands, smile fading from his features. “Calm down, Hangman. You know how I meant it. I didn’t mean to say Lilith was immature or something like that. It was just a joke.”

I took a deep breath, trying hard to relax. “Yeah… I know. I am sorry. Its just… She is so pure, so sweet. Everything in me screams to protect her at all costs. That’s new to me. I have never felt so… so good, safe, understood. She is everything, more than I could have asked for.” Ending my shower I walked to my locker, feeling the stares of my friends burn holes into my back. I picked out a new set of uniform, carefully removing my badges and rank signs from my worn one, throwing it into the pile of dirty laundry. After I put on the uniform, I attached all the badges back, starting to style my hair. Around me the others were getting ready as well, still not saying anything.

Bob was the first to speak. “I know what you feel. With my wife, it was the same. I knew the moment I saw her the first time, that I needed her in my life. It didn’t matter to me if she would become my partner or just stay a friend of mine, but I couldn’t live without her.” I sighted, slamming my locker door close. “But how do I keep her? She deserves so much better, so much more.”

“Stop, bro. You are one of the best pilots, you are someone who cares for his team, his family. Don’t let yourself down by believing you are a bad human for being a fuckboy for the last years. It doesn’t matter, what you have done. What does is the way you treat Lilith. Be there for here, keep her happy and safe. This woman knows how to handle a cocky ass like yours. So, don’t waste it.” Bob smiled at me, tapping my shoulder.

In the beginning, I thought Bob was a shy WSO not capable of keeping up with our team. But after getting to know him better, it turned out he was the most loyal and determent man I have ever met. Whatever it was that he wanted to get done, he found a way. I smiled at his words. “Thank you, Bob. That means a lot. Really.”

“Fucking son of a bitch.” Rooster muttered. “She really has you hooked. To the point where I am creeped out by your genuine niceness.”

“Love you too, Rooster. If you would excuse me, I need to get my girl. You kinda interrupted my date I had with her.” I grinned, running for the door. Behind me I could hear the rest of the team snicker and following me. “You are bluffing, man!” Payback called out, joining my side. “Just because she kissed you, doesn’t mean that was a date.” Now in front of the womens locker room, leaning against the wall in the hallway, I put up my playful side, to hide the fact how lost I was in Lilith. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I kinds was. Until she had the stupid idea of flying in a jet.”

“She asked to fly in a jet with you?” Payback frowned. “Boy that woman is either batshit crazy, or Hangman here put something in her drink.” I squinted my eyes, stepping up to Payback, now facing him with less than 6 inches separating us. “I would never. I know I have not been the nicest to women in the past, but Lilith is different. She trusts me.” My voice was dangerously sharp, forced to a low volume to not alert Phoenix and Lilith on the other side of the door. Behind me I could hear Rooster bang against the womens locker room door. “Come on girls, don’t let us wait any longer. We are starving and tonight is burger night, which means Maverick is grilling for everyone who pays.”

I could hear Liliths muffled “Coming” from the inside, still not stepping back from Payback.

Pov Lilith:

Stepping out from the locker room I was directly hit with high tension. Jake was directly in Paybacks face, backing him into the wall. His jaw was clenched, the eyes filled with anger. Carefully I stepped up to him, touching his arm. I could feel him relax under my touch, but he still didn’t back off. “Everything alright, Jake?” I asked, looking between the two men.

“Yeah. Everything alright. Payback just needs to learn, to keep his mouth shut.” Jake growled, sending shivers down my spine. “I bet what he said wasn’t meant to harm anyone.

“He said you were crazy for trusting me.” Jake snarled, letting me pull him back a bit. I stepped in front of him, taking his face in my hands. “Well, everyone sitting their ass in one of those jets, that only fly because of the speed they are going is a tad bit crazy, so he is right. You know, Jake even though I love the way you are getting all protective of me, they are my team and I would love for it to stay that way. Let them make fun of me, I do it too. That’s how friendships work. But if it makes you feel any better, you can become all puffed up, ready to fight dipshits in the bar. It makes me wanna do things to you that are more than unholy.” Letting go of him, I started to walk down the hallway.

Behind me I could hear Jake take a deep breath, muttering a fuck. I turned around walking backwards, to be met with a stunned team. I let my eyes wander over the surprised expressions, sulking in the way it made me feel all powerful. Cocking my head, I looked at Jake. “Come on, Hangman. If I am not mistaken, we are still on a date and it would be a shame, to leave me hanging like that.”

Instantly he was following me, putting his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the base. Rooster stepped up next to us, looking down on me. “Can we take you everywhere we go? The way you stun Hangman, forcing him to be silent for at least a few minutes is a gift of God.” I laughed at him, leaning my head on Jakes arm. “Good thing I am assigned to this team.”

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Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 49: Alone Together- Fall Out Boy

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

Chapter Warnings: mistreatment of clones, political plots, talk of genocide, flashbacks

Translations: kama: belt spat osik: shit vor entye, ner vod: thank you, my brother/sister buir: mother/father K'oyacyi: Stay alive

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Seeing Miria studying Mando’a was never going to lose its novelty for Echo. She was sitting on the bridge with her datapad, mouthing words to herself. Omega was up in her room, legs crossed. "Meditating again?" Echo smiled. 

"Gungi and Miri showed me, but it doesn't work for me the same way."

"That's because they're Jedi… well, former, in the General's case."

"I still like it." Omega smiled, slipping down from her seat next to him. "Want to try?"

"No. I don't prefer solitude. I had enough of it on Skako. If not for this squad, I might still be there or worse."

Omega looked over at Miria, who she also knew hated to be alone. "Is that why you joined them?"

"It was where I fit. Where I needed to be." Echo sighed. 

Miria lifted her head, listening in thoughtfully. Sometimes her heart broke for Echo… he'd been thrown around so much by fate. She'd taken back some control in her adventure to Thule. Echo still hadn't had a chance.

"We are receiving a transmission. It is from Rex." Tech called out.

Miria stood up as Omega and Echo followed her to the cockpit. "Put him through, Tech."

Rex's blonde head appeared. "Hey boys. General Halcyon. Any chance I could borrow your squad's expertise for a mission?"

Hunter frowned. "What kind of mission, Captain?"

"It's a simple data extraction, but a crucial one. I can explain the rest when you get to Coruscant."

At that, everyone stiffened. "Coruscant? That's a tall ask, Rex." Hunter muttered.

Miria sat down in her deck chair, hands clasped in front of her as she leaned over her knees. Omega frowned. "What's on Coruscant?"

"It is the seat of the Senate, and therefore the heart of the Empire." Tech clarified. 

"And the ruins of the Jedi Temple." Miria said quietly.

"We can't take Miri anywhere near Coruscant, Rex. She might not consider herself a Jedi anymore, but the Empire isn't going to see it that way." Hunter protested. 

"The Empire thinks we're dead. They won't be looking for us." Echo frowned. 

"And I'd like to keep it that way." The sergeant groaned.

Miria lifted her head. "A data extraction, Rex? How crucial is this data?"

"It could be life or death for clones all over the galaxy." The captain met her eyes. "I can transmit a flight plan to avoid Imperial security, and a safe landing zone."

Echo nodded just a little too eagerly, ready to say they were on the way. Miria gave him a sideways smile. "Alright. We'll meet you there."

"Thanks, General. I'll explain everything when you arrive."

Hunter groaned again when the holo cut out. "Are you sure about this, Miri?"

"I may not be a Jedi any longer, but I'm still Miria Halcyon." She stood up and started walking back to the bunkroom to retrieve her armor. "It's the right thing to do."

Echo followed her back. "So I was right. You do want to fight the Empire."

"Fight them? Echo, I want to rip Palpatine limb from bloody limb." She said mildly, pulling on her thigh plates. "But I can't engage in open rebellion. Not yet."

"Why not? We should be doing so much more." He pressed. "With someone like you fighting, a rebellion might actually-"

"I know, Echo." Miria turned to face him. She'd always looked so small and delicate, but the weeks since Thule had added an edge and strength to her that made her sometimes seem ten feet tall. "I want to. I hope one day, I will. But I cannot be on the opposite side of open warfare as long as Crosshair is in the Empire. He accused me of being his enemy on Kamino. I can't let that be a reality." She set her kama down and put a hand on his arm. "But you can."

"You want me to go with Rex?" Echo blinked. 

"No. I want you to stay and be safe. But I know you, Echo. You want to fight, and I don't have any right to stop you. I took back my life on Thule. This will be what you need to take back yours." She looked at him over her shoulder. "So you have my blessing… on one condition."

"Yeah?" He leaned in as she pulled on her chest plate and secured it. 

"Keep me informed. I'll offer as much help as I can." She explained. 

She might have changed herself on Thule, but some things remained. Echo needed to choose. She needed the information Rex would be able to provide. No matter how much she wanted to surround her friends in bubble wrap, this was the most direct way of giving her access to the fight without betraying the man she loved.

"I'll do what I can, ma'am." Echo whispered. 

Miria stepped forward and hugged him tightly. "Take your time deciding. This is your choice." She whispered back. She knew it was too tantalizing an option for Echo to refuse, she'd known it when she spoke. If she'd tried to talk him out of it, he'd have conceded… but she didn't. 

She could only hope she wasn't opening the door for him to walk into a death sentence. 

"Thank you, Miri." Echo mumbled. "I'll talk to the guys once I've decided."

She nodded and let him go, picking up her helmet. "Of course."

They headed back to the cockpit, settling in for the flight to Coruscant.

"You sure about this, Miri?" Hunter repeated as she sat down. "Empire or not, this is going to be hard on you… you grew up on Coruscant."

The eyes staring out the front window were resigned. "I already know what to expect, Hunter. I can do it."

Rex was waiting for them as the Marauder touched down in front of a garage. Omega was holding onto Miria's arm after the flight plan had led them right over the ruins of the Jedi Temple. "Good to see you guys." The captain said grimly. 

Behind him, a very pretty Pantoran woman in pink was standing next to a tall young man with his curly black hair tied back in a poofy horsetail. Miria pulled her helmet off immediately. "Senator Chuchi? Aram?!"

The young man blanched. "Miria?!"

Riyo Chuchi looked between them. "You said you were calling clones, Captain… who's this, Aram?"

"... my cousin? Honest, Senator, I didn't know this was who Rex was calling."

Miria furrowed her brow, looking from Rex to Chuchi and back. "You can trust her, General. She's on our side." The captain assured her. 

Miria relaxed, holding out a hand. "Miria Halcyon."

"I've heard your name… you were on the Jedi council." Chuchi whispered. "It's so dangerous for you to be on Coruscant."

"I was told this was a matter of life or death for the clones. It's worth the risk." Miria nodded. "Rex, what are we looking at?"

"Come inside. There's something I want you to see." Rex waved for them to follow. 

Miria fell into step beside Aram. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on Naboo!" She hissed.

"I wanted to help. After you left last time, I hopped a public transport to Coruscant and started working as an aid for Senator Chuchi. She's pushing for clone rights in the senate." He explained. "I thought… maybe if we could get them with pensions and honorable discharge, you'd be able to find your trooper. If he's not in the Empire, that chip wouldn't have as much influence."

Miria's expression softened. "Oh, Aram… that's incredibly kind of you. Does your mother know you're here?"

"No…"

"She's going to kill us both."

He smiled weakly. "Osik."

They gathered around a table with a body bag on it. Hunter gently tugged Omega back as Rex unzipped it.

"A clone…?" Miria frowned. 

"He was an assassin. I came here to meet a clone named Slip. He said he was in danger, and I was going to get him out. But the assassin got him first, and nearly got the senator and her aid too."

"Why would a clone kill another clone and senator?" Echo mused.

"Slip knew the truth about what really happened on Kamino. We were trying to convince him to testify against Rampart before the Senate." Chuchi explained. "He's pushing his recruitment bill tomorrow morning."

"We were there too. I'll be your witness." Echo volunteered.

"They won't listen to us. We're deserters." Hunter shook his head. 

Echo cast pleading eyes towards Miria. "General?"

"They wouldn't hear me either. I was on the Council, I'd be shot on sight." She shook her head. "We'll need some other proof if we're going to implicate Rampart."

"Slip said he'd backed up the logs on Rampart's Venator." Aram nodded. "If we can present those to the Senate, it would prove his guilt."

Miria's mind whirred, teeth set on her bottom lip. Hunter knew that face… Miria was a brilliant tactician. "Where's that Venator, Rex?"

"Being retrofitted in the Imperial shipyard here on Coruscant." He smiled. 

She nodded. "Then we'll need to move quickly before the vote."

"I'll go back to the Senate and get whatever evidence I can find." Chuchi nodded. 

"You could be in danger, senator." Hunter frowned. 

"I'll go with her to keep an eye on things." Omega offered.

"You won't be able to get into the sector without Imperial security clearance." Chuchi frowned. 

"That won't be a problem." Tech smiled and patted Omega's shoulder. 

Aram grinned. "I'll go with you guys to get the data. All my mother's training should be worth something."

Miria smiled faintly. "She's definitely going to kill us both. But alright."

The shipyard was big and ominous, Miria and her team hiding in the shadows. Aram had surprised her by revealing a set of beskar armor under his blue and pink poncho, which he'd given to Omega to wear during her mission with Chuchi. 

"You're sure you're up for this, Aram? This isn't like Thule, the blasters are real." Miria muttered. 

"I'm sure. At least this I can hit. The Sith spirits were a whole different story." He smiled. 

Rex handed Miria one of his pistols. "I'd rather if you used something with a stun setting, ma'am."

"As would I." She agreed, taking it. "Hunter, do you see a path to the ship?"

"There's not enough cover. We'll never make it." He grumbled. 

Echo lightly nudged Miria and nodded towards a parts barge, the droid driver just finishing loading up. "Not on foot."

"Clever." She nodded. "Eyes on the barge."

Everyone nodded, bodies leaning in to get ready for a sprint. 

"Move!" Miria ordered, just as the thrusters ignited. The team darted for the underside of the barge, grabbing onto the scaffold-like landing gear. Miria locked her legs and flipped to grab Wrecker’s hands when he almost didn't make it, swinging him up with her.

He immediately clung with arms and legs, mumbling to himself. "Don't look down, don't look down."

"He okay?" Aram whispered. 

"He doesn't like heights." Miria shook her head. "Tech, get control of this thing."

"Almost got it. Hold on." The barge lurched when he sliced into the controls, banking sharply.

Rex looked at Wrecker sympathetically. "He's still not any better?"

"This is him better." Echo groaned. 

"Get ready to jump." Tech's warning was a welcome relief, and he dropped them a little lower so they could bail off their stolen ride safely. 

The tuck and roll was a little bumpy, but Miria popped up quickly and checked over her squad. No injuries. 

Six months ago that landing would have had me limping the rest of the mission. She had only time for the stray thought before they were crawling under the Venator to get into the maintenance tunnels. Health was an unending lesson in gratitude, it seemed. She'd have to revel in it later. 

"Wrecker, get that hatch open." Hunter ordered. The heavyweight pulled a plasma cutter from his belt and started up the ladder.

"Haven't been in this tunnels since the war." Echo said mildly. "Gotta say, Rex. Coruscant is the last place I expected you to be."

"I came for Slip… more and more of our brothers are waking up to what's been done to them."

"How many have you been able to reach?"

"Not enough. I have some contacts that I can trust, but help is hard to find."

Echo glanced over at Miria, suddenly understanding. She'd known he wanted to fight, she'd put together what Rex was doing after Bracca… now he knew what she wanted him to keep her informed of.

It wasn't about fighting the Empire itself for her, though he was confident she'd give the aid she promised any way that she could. No, Miria wanted him to keep an eye out for one man, should he wake up the way Rex had described. 

She wanted to know if Crosshair called for help. 

He couldn't help but admire the long game she was playing, now that she had the time. No wonder she said it was a matter of outlasting the Empire. 

"Got it." Wrecker called as the hatch opened. "Oh great. Ray shields."

"I am on it." Tech nodded. 

Miria's foot was tapping as the genius worked. Echo lightly nudged her again. "I think I've made my mind up." He said, voice low.

She looked at him, and he was sure her eyes were sad under the helmet. "I thought you might, once you saw Rex again."

"I'll keep you informed. I know what you're looking for." He patted her shoulder with his mechanical arm as the shields above them dropped.

"Vor entye, ner vod." She nodded. 

They made it into the ship easily enough, stunning a couple clones on their way to the command deck. "Get the data, Tech." Hunter ordered. "It's almost morning."

Tech plugged his datapad in and let out an unhappy noise. "That is unfortunate…"

"You wanna narrow that down?" Rex frowned. 

"In order to transfer the file, I will need to divert power. It will likely trigger a security alert."

Miria glanced out the window at the rows and rows of white-armored soldiers outside. Crosshair could be among them, and it was killing her that she couldn't go down there and drag him kicking and screaming back to the Marauder. "How much time will we have?"

"Not much." Tech shook his head. 

"Wrecker, seal the doors. Tech, divert the power and get the files." She ordered. "Aram, Rex, Hunter, post up and get ready for a fight while I figure out an exit plan."

They moved to her command and the console lit up under Tech's ministrations. 

Aram watched his cousin out of the corner of his eye as she started moving around, taking stock of cover and the number of clones outside. "How's it coming, Tech?" He tried not to sound nervous. This was his first taste of real combat, everything his mother had prepared him for and tried to keep him safe from at once. 

"I am expediting the transfer as quickly as I can."

They all heard clones outside the doors. "Hostiles confirmed on the bridge!"

"Transfer complete." Tech looked at Miria.

"Plans 14, 5, and 86." She said firmly as she spotted air support moving in. 

"All of them?!" Wrecker blinked. 

"All of them. Wrecker, go! Aram, cover him." She ordered. 

Wrecker whooped as the other clones got the blast doors open, barreling through them and stunning everything that moved. Aram covered his back with his blaster, eyes wide but his aim on point. 

"Echo, plan 5. Take out that air support!" Miria joined Rex and Hunter stunning the clones that got past Wrecker. Echo activated the Venator's turrets, shooting down the flyovers. "Tech, get those engines on!"

The sound of the huge ion engines coming online made Miria's skin crawl. The last time she'd heard engines of that size, she'd been inside one. She could still feel the heat and blind panic that shut down everything but emergency signals in her brain. 

"CROSSHAIR BACK UP!"

The ship under them lurched as it broke the moorings under it. "We're never going to make it through. There's too many clones." Rex groaned.

"We're going over them." Miria turned him around. "Head for the life pods."

"Over them?!" Both Rex and Aram yelped.

"Go!" Miria shot over Aram's shoulder and grabbed his sleeve, pulling him along with her to the evacuation deck. 

"These aren't operational." Rex hissed. 

"We only need them to eject. I'll handle it from there." Tech's eyes crinkled at the corners under his visor when he smiled. 

"This should be interesting." Rex grinned and pulled the hatch shut behind him. 

Aram slid next to Miria. "You guys don't do anything halfway, do you?"

"Nope." She pulled him down into a huddle with her and the clones on the floor. "What's the fun in that?"

"Is this fun?" He blinked as they shot into the sky. 

"You've been a Mandalorian longer than I have. You tell me. Brace!"

They crashed into the ground a good distance from the Venator, Rex kicking open the hatch. "Not bad."

"I was 6.4 meters off. Not my best." Tech shrugged.

Miria patted his back. "You did fine. Hurry, the Senate meeting has already started."

They hauled armored ass for the waiting skycar Aram had stashed, and made for their rendezvous point. 

Omega was waiting with one of Chuchi's guards and they handed the data off. "Hurry, sweetheart." Miria nodded. 

She took off like a bat out of hell.

Miria sank into the seat with the guys once she was gone with the guard. Echo nervously cleared his throat as Aram started driving them back to the garage their ship was parked at. "... I've got something to tell you all."

Hunter took his helmet off to look at Echo. "Go on."

Echo straightened his shoulders. "... I'm going with Rex. This was a good start, but more clones are going to need help. Miri's already given her blessing."

Hunter looked at Miria. "You did?"

She nodded, slipping her own helmet off. "Yes. It's important to Echo, and I… I understand where he’s coming from. It's the right thing to do."

"Are you going too?" Wrecker nervously reached for her arm. 

"No. I can't… not yet." She shook her head. "Maybe some day."

"That's not the life I want for Omega." Hunter said immediately. "She deserves better than to be in that kind of danger!"

"Don't I know it." Miria looked at him. "But the truth is, the danger is already here, Hunter. We can't shield her forever. I'm willing to give her all the time we can, but eventually this will become her fight as much as ours." Her voice was firm, not unkind but unwilling to back down. "Little girls don't stay little forever."

She wasn't just talking about Omega. She was thinking of Mayrin, a child not even born yet who'd one day inherit her mother's battle for freedom. Mayrin Halcyon wasn't even born and she'd already started fighting to save her own father. Miria couldn't give up on that fight either. 

Hunter sighed. "Alright… you're right. But for now…" He put a hand on Echo’s arm. "If you ever need anything, you call us. And if you change your mind, we'll be waiting for you to come back."

Echo smiled. "Thanks."

They pulled up to the garage and Echo went to get his things from the Marauder. Miria sat on the hood of the skycar with Aram. "You did very well. Your parents would be proud." She finally said. "I know I am."

"Thanks. Part of me wants to comm Buir and tell her where I am. But she'll probably be furious." He sighed. 

"You should. I'm sure she's worried sick." Miria brought one knee up and hugged it. "If you don't, I will." She wasn't repeating mistakes anymore. She hadn't told Obi-wan what Anakin had done. She needed to tell Irene about Aram's adventures."

"I'll do it. No reason for her to yell at us both." He smiled faintly. "You were pretty impressive back there though. It's easy to forget you were a general."

"I've been many things. Some I never thought I'd be… and some things that I was, I now find I'm no longer." She mused aloud. "But we all grow and change. Some for the better, some not."

"You're wise."

"Not wise enough." She looked up as Chuchi and Omega pulled up in another car. "... Omega's been crying." She slid off the car and darted over, scooping the girl up when she ran into her arms. "Little love, what's the matter?"

"It went wrong, Miri!" Omega sobbed.

Miria looked at Chuchi as the clones and Aram gathered around. The Pantoran looked devastated. "The evidence implicated Rampart, and he was arrested. But… Palpatine got involved. I don't understand, he hasn't been at meetings for weeks."

"What happened?" Miria hugged Omega a little tighter. 

"He used the clones obedience to Rampart's orders to push the recruitment bill." Chuchi whispered. "And… ordered the decommissioning process for the clones."

Miria's blood turned to ice. "Decommissioning…" She knew that only had one meaning in the scope of the Empire’s cruelty. Murder. They'd be shot outright or sent on suicide missions. 

The clones were fated to die. 

Crosshair…

"Palpatine was one step ahead of us during the war, and he's still several steps ahead of us now." Rex sighed. 

"I don't understand. We did the right thing… we told the truth." Omega whimpered. 

Miria stroked her hair. "Palpatine twisted it to his own ends, little love." She felt sick herself. They'd signed the death warrants of millions of men… they'd been deceived, it was no more their fault than Crosshair’s shooting at them had been his. But they'd still done it. 

"What happens to the clones now?" Omega whispered as Miria set her down.

"I don't know, but I'll keep fighting." Chuchi promised her. "I won't give up."

Rex nodded. "There will be plenty for us to do."

Hunter patted Echo’s shoulder again. "Remember what I said."

Wrecker grinned. "Don't have too much fun without us."

"Best of luck, Echo." Tech smiled. 

Omega blinked. "What are they talking about?"

Echo knelt down next to her. "I'm going with Rex. The clones need our help now more than ever. I can't turn my back on them."

"You're leaving? But… we're a squad!" Tears started welling up in her big honey eyes, and Miria had to turn away for a minute before her resolve crumbled and she started begging Echo to reconsider too.

"I know. But I've got to go where I'm needed, Omega."

"But we need you too."

"It's not forever. I'll be back." Echo brushed her blonde hair from Omega's sweet little face. He loved this kid, and it broke his heart to be the reason she was crying. "You keep up with your training while I'm gone, yeah?"

"Y-yes sir…" She wiped her eyes on the back of her shaky hand and threw her arms around him. He looked startled for a minute before hugging her back. 

"Take care of them for me, Omega."

Miria gave Aram's hand a squeeze. "Comm your mother." She cleared her throat and held out a hand for Omega. "Come on, dear… it's time to go."

"You're not going to leave me too, are you Miri?" Omega whispered as they walked to the Havoc Marauder. 

Miria looked over at her for a long minute. "The future is uncertain, Omega. But I don't want to. Neither does Echo." She turned around as Omega let go of her hand and ran up the ramp to Hunter. 

Echo gave her a salute. "Take care of each other, General."

Miria swallowed hard. "K'oyacyi, ner vod. That's an order."

Echo smiled faintly. No, Miria studying Mando’a was never going to lose its novelty for him. 

[anendoandfriendo]

(Context)

3, 9 (mostly the second halves) and 10? :D

Congrats, y'all, it's your system and your system specifically who has unlocked The Infodump, and specifically because of this combination of asks. Get infodump'd lmao.

3. What’s your system name if you have one, and how did you choose it?

Pffft. This one isn't very creative lol.

Anyways. Our system name is Rusanya (short for "The Rusanya Collective," which happens to be short for "The Rusanya[n] Collective/Federation of Subsystems and Sidesystems" lol) and we actually came up with it when we were much smaller than this on the assumption we would not stay as small as we were as "a" system at the time. We had to have been like....twenty-five people, at maximum, back then.

~ Hailey (Admin), 🏔, Nagisa

9. How long have you been a system and/or known of your system? and 10. How did you discover your system? What was the process?

We will just answer these together as they kind of segway into each other honestly. We've been a system since birth and, well...we think we've just never had the words to describe it we guess. There's a lot of things that kind of point us in that direction. We have talked about it several times in many places, but if we may do a quick review for the class:

We could "see ghosts" in preschool through first grade that may have actually been headmates. Which is further proven by Ricky never being in our yearbooks for elementary school, like, at all.

WE FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT CHRISTOPHER WHEN WE FIRST POSTED THIS OH MY GOD so like Christopher was this like, extremely immature middle school boy who we swear to god was literally just out there to hurt us when we were in preschool. Blonde dude with bright blue eyes and a buzzcut iwrc LOL. The teacher would always pull him to the side to "talk to" Christopher about the bullying but their responses made no sense in the context of the things Christopher would say to her. Like, that seems very blatantly plural to us especially since he was one of the most clearly autonomous folks in the little system group we had at the time in our headspace or whatever.

Also from first grade: we went from BBQ sauce being spicy and burning our tongue once to it not being spicy at all, like, literally, as it was as soon as the teacher stated there's no way for it to be spicy. Which sort of makes us think we were already either splitting by then or just straight up had multiple selves already and we just never fucking thought about it. Like, we didn't know that was Not Normal. We did not have any spectacularly traumatic events that we can recall in our life until late middle first grade to very late first grade, and this was an incident from maybe our first month or so being in first grade.

The projection thing happened a lot at home too, but it was one specific squirtle (pokemon) instead of Christina, Kelli, and Ricky, and they really just seemed to like dance? Or stereotypical mariachi bands? Anyways, that squirtle and then Christina and Kelli kind of fused into one individual, while Raymond and Ricky stayed their own separate people.

Raymond has described before the unintentional process of creating a second person to control the body when it left the realm of our consciousness. Many times -- it's actually a little horrific how much this man remembers of our childhood and how well everything he as said thus far fits together with Just Everything.

Our fascination with like, "possession" and stuff that was similar to it through a conceptual lens, even though we HATED horror movies.

Our first trauma-based incident where we can discern an actual person coming from it was late elementary school. "Late Elementary School," here means fourth and fifth grade, specifically fifth grade. There were certainly things before that but nobody had really split off from us at that point. We can literally figure out where Silva came from, and possibly Grapefrost, down to the time period because of it. Grapefrost has a literal clay mask they made of herself in fifth grade of elementary. Like, we have been around for Forever. We just had zero clues.

Our first soulbonding experiences were likely in middle school. We had very weird obsessions with "what if X character were in OUR WORLD???" and even had this Secret Thing where we would let them "see through my/our eyes," which in all honesty is probably how we learned to switch. Like.

We literally learned to switch without the help of other systems. That probably sounds absolutely insane to plurals these days, but even back in the early 2000s, 2010s, unless you were like, explicitly aware of plurality -- which was often assumed to be heavily medicalized and called MPD; maybe DID and DD-NOS later on -- honestly we think this is kind of a miracle. In that nobody noticed and in that we learned two switch in the first place. (Insert comment here about "kids these days" but like, in a positive way.)

We actually ended up running into the concept of endogenic systems specifically in high school. And then subsequently forgetting about it LOL. We made an account specifically to ask a (now-defunct) tumblr blog if "curious singlets" could follow to learn to be better allies LOOOOL. Nobody creates a tumble account solely to send a question like that unless they were already endogenic, sorry. Meanwhile we also had Gon and Killua from HunterxHunter projecting themselves in the middle of our speech classroom and the rest of us trying our best to not get distracted, and thought this was just what everyone meant by having characters running through your head.

We don't exactly know where this lies in the spectrum of our timeline yet, but there was definitely a one-time event where a SHITTON of plural stuff happened all at once: we were on the swings at the park at [REDACTED] -> we were sitting there and we were talking to ourselves internally while on the swings. some people near us has been talking about the USian flag for some reason. -> not only did we have a whole discussion about how fucked up the us is internally, as a system, we had several Hetalia fictives who had just been Sick Of This Shit(TM), with the This Shit(TM) being sick of their canon and how its unfolded just in general as well as "in realtime" as we jokingly put it these days. So someone LITERALLY sent out little aura strings to bring them back to our system, because why the fuck not? -> Anyways, our headmate Ghost switched to front right after that and gave their piece on the USian flag just to be informed that discussion was "five minutes ago," and it took literally EVERYTHING in us to not have an Autistic meltdown and scream at them that they were lying. We don't normally look at or even think about body language if we can help it but there was just...an atmosphere of confusion from these people even when we pushed it even a bit that was Very Different than our experiences with gaslighting, so we just...did not push it more than that. We think this is maybe when some of us made that promise to never be separated again as a system? But like everyone who lives here in our head is very aware of the promise regardless of if they were there or not back then haha. Like it's a whole discussed and disseminated thing.

When we were teeny tiny little things we though Yu-Gi-Oh! was fucking stupid as a premise because we just thought Everyone Was Like That(TM). We fucking despised it and avoided it like the plague because it was uncomfortable how much of a caricature it felt like things were, but, y'know. Toddlers and elementary schoolers probably can't explain that very well.

The reason we were thinking about Yu-Gi-Oh years later was because we once again ran into the system community at university and started doing some basioc looking-things-up. Sysmedicalists and anti-endogenics in particular were extremely uncomfortable for us to look at. We mainly just ignored them tbh.

When writing our university essays in our earlier years, some of us would literally type in different colors, fonts, and use different brackets when giving ourselves input on rough drafts. Yeah, sure, that's totally a thing singlets do arewerite????

Pretty sure the reason we found out we were a system was because Nagisa from Assassination Classroom decided to talk back to us about our headcanons, actually, at least from this fronter's perepsective. Which is fucking funny because soulbonding isn't even inherently plural, but there's a large association between the two and whoever was fronting at the time just went: "HOLY SHIT THAT'S POSSIBLE??" because, if we recall correctly, we found the idea of soulbonding alongside/close to a mention/discussion of endogenic systems. Like if it wasn't right next to each other, then we must have looked at one first and then the other in quick succession and then something clicked. If we ever find our exact trail ever again, we will definitely try to put it back together again.

We think we came out online about a year or so later, and offline followed a couple of months after that to a degree. We are now pretty blatant about it. Online we make it a big deal and offline we don't like, make it a huge thing unless you're a fuckign fed, but like, we don't try to hide it either lol. :3

Anyways, hopefully this was insightful? We hope so at least.

[khodorkovskaya]

07.01.23

spent the whole day on the road today bc my parents are spending a week in central switzerland and i came along for the weekend.

my zurich friend texted me a whole novel lol. so i don't remember if i wrote about it here but when we went clubbing on christmas he kept talking about this greek girl he's in love with. and he was like "ohhh i don't know what to do bc she has no experience". but in reality he's the one with no experience and he thinks too much. so anyway, i was v curious about this whole story bc i love gossip. so today i asked him if there's anything new with the greek girl. and the man sent paragraphs upon paragraphs oh my god.

so the story is, he's been courting her for over a year. and he was her first kiss. and then they went to a ball (yes, a ball like the one cinderella went to) and he embarrassed himself and then it was complicated. and then she invited him to the opera. and then she took his hand and he was shook and didn't know what to do. and then they went to the market and held hands. and then kissed. and now, to quote him, they're "more than friends". and it all sounded so 19th century to me like going to the ball and to the opera and making a big deal out of holding hands. but hey to each their own i guess. if they find it cute and romantic, good for them. i wanted to ask if they fucked in the end bc like come on. but i decided to be more tactful. but now im super invested in this whole story!

idk ive never been courted and i don't know how i would react. how would i act if a boy asked me to a ball and was shy to hold my hand? before B the only interactions i had with men was sa. and with B it all happened so quickly. we made out the second we met. and we slept on the 2nd date (and i remember being disappointed bc i wanted to sleep with him on the 1st date). i wonder how my next relationship is gonna be. i don't know if id have the patience to go thru the hand holding phase and the hugging phase and the kissing phase or whatever. or maybe that's how it's supposed to be idk. but it doesn't feel intense enough.

as we were driving i don't remember how we got onto the topic, but my parents were like "omg imagine if you had a swiss german boyfriend". and at first i was like ew. but the more i thought about it and the more i looked out the window at those little houses and chalets along the road, the more i thought that maybe that's the kind of love i need. it was too intense with B. and we were both too weird. what if i had a normal and blond swiss german boyfriend with parents who weren't divorced and who'd celebrate christmas on the 25th of december with his whole family in their chalet somewhere in the swiss countryside. id be the exotic one of the family of course. but he would be normal and i could pass off as normal. we'd have a cute little normal family with normal values and no family trauma and no trips to the balkans. and i wouldn't have to worry about our kids being messed up. and we would fit into society and have a lukewarm (but nevertheless warm) love story with family dinners and date nights with red wine while the kids are at their grandparents' and a golden retriever and a bmw. and it would be calm and normal and i would be at peace and not having to constantly justify things to others and to myself. maybe that's what i need.

so yeah, that's gonna be my new dream. a swiss german boyfriend with parents who have been married for over 30 years.

the place we're staying at is very nice. but it makes me a bit nostalgic for the trips we would go on with B every winter. to the mountains, to the hot springs. i remember walking into our hotel or airbnb and looking around and anticipating how we're gonna make love there for the next couple of days. it was such a great feeling. but now i know that i don't want to be with him anymore bc it was too intense.

[lightly-lumiere]

Consider an angsty Harringroveson post-s4 au where everybody lived.

Steve, Eddie and Billy got together after the whole Vecna/Upside Down mess is solved. They’re quite happy with the three of them, supportive of each other and their unique traumas, although Billy struggles a just little bit more (i.e. literally being possessed, the much heavier scarring, tw: Neil). They take interest in each other’s passion, they do cute things together, have an amazing sex life, all the good stuff.

When the Party and everyone is hanging out though, Billy still feels like he doesn’t really fit with them. Always hovering on the outside, not really knowing what to say in conversation, no one really engaging with him. Most are still a little bit wary of him, don’t really know how to talk to him after everything that happened. Once the throuple is revealed to everyone, Billy immediately gets the sense that everyone (with the exception of Max and El probably) doesn’t really like him with them. Something to the effect of - “I get Steve and Eddie, but why him.”

Maybe almost everyone shovel talks Billy about hurting Steve and Eddie, making him extremely anxious about fucking up the relationship. Everyone else seems to think that he will. Steve and Eddie only get shovel talked by Max. Maybe there are occasions where Steve and Eddie are invited to things together, and Billy who knows when he’s not wanted doesn’t insert himself. He finds himself alone more and more. Maybe sometimes people outright forget that he is part of the relationship too. And Steve and Eddie, bless them, all this goes over their heads because they are blinded by the love of their throuple (cheesy I know), and just think that Billy needs alone time or just doesn’t want to be around people.

All of this makes Billy feel really sad and anxious, constantly asking himself when Eddie and Steve are going to drop him. Makes him insecure about his scars and all his baggage. And because it’s Billy he doesn’t know how to express how he feels or even begin to talk about it.

One night, the whole gang is at Steve’s house, having a get together. After half an hour of no one speaking to Billy and him not knowing how to start a conversation with any of them, just quietly ups and leaves to Steve’s bedroom. All of his bottled up feelings come flooding out and he starts to cry and break down. He collapses against the bed and sits on the floor. He tries to be silent, because for all his sadness he doesn’t want to mess up the evening for everyone.

Downstairs, a little bit later, Max notices they’re one head short and that Billy isn’t there. She’d picked up on the tension that the gang had when Billy was around and she’d tried to make him feel better in her own way when she could. They hugged a lot more now. She discreetly goes to where Eddie and Steve are sitting, dipping her head between them from behind. “Billy isn’t here.” She whispers and the two boys perk up immediately, looking slightly wide eyed around the room and sure enough they can’t find a curly blonde head. The rest are distracted enough that Steve and Eddie slip out and run upstairs, where Max said she thought she heard a noise.

They find Billy still in the middle of his break down. They immediately scoop him up into a hug on either side of him and hold him as he cries. Steve and Eddie sort of look at each other wondering about what’s happened. When the tears have dried up sometime later, they ask him.

“What happened Bills?”

“It’s nothing, I’m sorry.”

“Hey no, you don’t have to be sorry and it’s clearly not nothing.”

“You can tell us, it’s okay.”

And so he does.

Not sure how to end this but in my mind they figure it out and work on it together with the three of them :)

[also disclaimer: I don’t think the kids and teens would do this intentionally or maliciously. Also this is fiction, if you like certain characters and don’t like others that’s fine! I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t like]

[condorclaw]

Tommy frowned, staring.

Michael stared back.

Tubbo and Ranboo could only watch this scene unfold, somewhat expecting that this would happen between their friend and their son. What they didn't expect was how quiet Tommy was.

It was silent in the room for a minute or two more, before Tommy reached out a hand and softly booped the top of Michael's nose. The zombie piglin let out a honk of approval, making Tommy's eyebrows raise in amusement. With the piglin happy, the boy turned to face Michael's parents.

"I don't think this is a dog, fellas."

Tubbo and Ranboo both released large sighs of relief that they didn't even know they were holding in, Tommy slightly tilting his head in confusion.

"Well, we said he wasn't a dog, Tommy. We said he was our son."

"Some people call their dogs their kids, so I could only guess."

As the best friends talked, Ranboo gazed over at Michael with affection, feeling a grin spread across his face. What Ranboo didn't expect, however, was how closely Michael seemed to be watching Tommy.

Surprising Ranboo again, the piglin stood up on wobbly legs, trotting over to where Tommy was leaning on a piece of furniture. Snorting, he clutched on to one of Tommy's legs, leading Tommy to jolt from the sudden contact a little, before instinctively trying to lean away from Michael. Recognizing that Tommy was having a bit of a rough time at the moment, Tubbo leaned down and carefully removed Michael's arms from Tommy's leg, mumbling soft words of comfort and encouragement to both Tommy and Michael.

After Michael was removed, Tommy had to take a moment to catch his breath and clear his thoughts, his eyes shutting for a moment as he muttered unintelligible words to himself. Tubbo and Ranboo waited for him to recover, Michael watching with curiosity.

"A'ight, I'm okay now," Tommy inhaled deeply, letting out an equally deep exhale before opening his eyes again.

"I'm really sorry about that-" Ranboo began to apologize before getting cut off by Tommy.

"Nah, don't apologize, big man. Michael's a fetus, he doesn't know about complicated adult things like trauma."

Tubbo let out a snort of laughter, which Michael tried to copy the sound of.

"He's not normally physically affectionate like this on first meetings," Ranboo spoke, though mostly to himself more than anyone else.

Michael let out a squeal of frustration, alerting the trio to the piglin trying to wiggle out of Tubbo's arms. Tubbo and Ranboo's ears stood up in surprise at the sudden noise, the two looking down at their son worriedly. Tommy had looked startled when Michael began his outburst, but now looked much calmer as he leaned down a little to come face-to-face with Michael.

Tubbo and Ranboo's surprise grew even bigger as Tommy began to make squealing and oinking noises himself, causing Michael's fit to stop. The piglin's eyes were wide with excitement as Tommy spoke, his stubby arms starting to wave in excitement as he continued his excited honking, which Tommy responded to as well.

"What the fuck," Tubbo whispered in shock, his eyes wide, and Ranboo had to agree with him there.

Tommy proceeded to sit down on the floor, glancing up at Tubbo with a lopsided smile. "You can put 'em down, Big T. It's alright."

Following Tommy's instructions, Tubbo set his son down, who immediately sprinted towards the blonde at high speeds. He halted in his tracks when Tommy barked out another noise, one that Ranboo and Tubbo didn't understand, that brought Michael to a slower pace. It sounded somewhat familiar to Ranboo, but he didn't know why.

Michael ended up standing in front of a seated Tommy, the taller boy laughing as he reached out his hand slowly. The piglin stepped forward slowly, moving to grip one of Tommy's fingers gently, which allowed Tommy to carefully wrap his hands around Michael, lifting him up to eye level. Tommy let out a small noise again, causing Michael to oink in delight.

Smirking with satisfaction, Tommy looked back over at the stunned parents, sticking out his tongue a little. "Surprise, motherfuckers."

"HOW DID-" Tubbo began to belt out, quickly stopped by Ranboo by the taller boy pressing down on Tubbo's head gently. With this sign from Ranboo, Tubbo cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"Tommy, and I mean this in the nicest way possible: how the fuck did you do that?"

"Wot? You jealous that I can speak piglin?"

Ranboo was learning so much today that he didn't expect in any way whatsoever.

"One," the enderman spoke, trying to keep his voice at a calm level while his husband stood slack-jawed. "Yes, I am. Two: how do you know piglin?"

The shit-eating grin on Tommy's face grew wider upon seeing how he stunned his friends, causing him to look back at Michael and speak in piglin once more, making the kid chirp out happily.

"Tomathy Danger Careful Kraken Innit Minecraft, you tell me what you just said to him right now," Tubbo folded his arms, trying to hide the previous shock on his face with little-to-no success. Ranboo, meanwhile, now had to process the fact that he had never known Tommy's full name.

"I just told him that I was cooler than the both of you," Tommy barked out a laugh, Michael giggling along with him as Tommy set him back down on the ground.

"Anyway," the blonde continued, watching as Michael began to walk in circles around him. "I learned piglin from Techno. He suggested we use it for commands in battle so nobody else would understand what we were saying."

It suddenly made sense what Tommy had said to Michael that sounded familiar. Ranboo had heard Technoblade use that exact sound when they were exploring in the nether, and had come face-to-face with a piglin squadron. "Wait, were you telling Michael to approach safely?"

"Hell yeah, Ranboob" Tommy gave a thumbs-up, Michael trying to copy the gesture with his own hooves. "When I was still living with him as well, I'd go to the Nether when we had nothing else to do. Yeah, the Nether is a horrible shitty place and I want nothing to do with it, but it was the only way I could make friends while I was still in exile."

"WAIT," Tubbo's eyes widened even more, his face looking like it might split open from surprise. "You spoke with piglins in the Nether!?"

Tommy's reply was shooting finger-guns towards his best friend with a grin, with Michael trying to copy them once more.

"As fascinating as this conversation is, and trust me, I'm absolutely going to ask you to death about this," Ranboo pointed at Tommy in a jokingly accusatory manner. "Tubbo, I think we just lost our son."

Tubbo looked towards Michael, the little one trying intensely to copy Tommy's movements. "God damn it Tommy, you stole our son."

"Hey, I'm not stealing him," Tommy protested with laughter, reaching over to gently pet Michael's head, Ranboo noticing how his touch lingered on the thin layer of hair, stroking it softly. Ranboo noted to himself that piglin hair seemed like a comfort texture to Tommy. He’d tell Tubbo about it later, but for now he’d play along with the bit of his friend stealing his son. “Oh really? Then why’s our son copying you?”

“Because I’m the coolest uncle.”

Silence stretched throughout the room once more, with both Tubbo and Ranboo’s eyes wide. The small on Tommy’s face slowly changed into a worried one, and he looked away from the couple and at the ground. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know if-”

“Watch how hard I can cry,” Tubbo mumbled, his eyes looking bright with joy before he went to Tommy’s side, kneeling down to give him a genuine smile. “Tommy, dude, I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Even better than Ranboo proposing to me.”

“Um, rude,” Ranboo giggled, kneeling at Tommy’s other side and allowing Michael to climb up on his lap. “But yeah, I know what Tubbo’s getting at. We weren’t sure if you would even want to be Michael’s uncle-”

“Wot?” Tommy sounded genuinely surprised at that, his own eyes wide. “Why wouldn’t I want to be? He’s my best friend-brother’s son!”

“I mean, yeah, but after what happened with Techno, we weren’t sure if piglins would...”

Tommy fell quiet, his eyes shifting to gaze at the ground as uncertainty crossed his face. After a stretch of silence, only filled with Michael’s occasional chirring, Tommy gazed back at the two parents. “As complicated as my relationship with Techno might be, that shouldn’t impact this little guy,” Tommy bore his fangs in a grin, making Michael clap with his little hands. “Besides, I can understand him while you two can’t. Who else is gonna teach you two piglin without fuss?”

“Are you holding our child’s language for ransom?” Tubbo was about to playfully punch Tommy in the arm, but appeared to suddenly remember the situation and placed his hand back down.

“Noooo, but now you two need me.”

Ranboo rolled his eyes, making Tommy pretend-pout at him. Tommy folded his arms, faking disappointment. “You’re so mean to me, Ranboo. I take back my marriage blessing.”

“My husband! No!”

“We can elope, Ranboo. Tommy can’t stop us.”

“I’m holding your whole son for ransom then.”

“Actually, I don’t need my husband anymore.”

“Tubbo! How could you do this to me?

And Michael squealed with delight as the three continued on into the night.

[nothinghcppens]

bad liar - pietro maximoff

masterlist

pair: pietro maximoff x female!reader

summary: y/n is the new addition to the avengers, she was introduced to tony stark by nick fury who had heard of her special abilities after she was seen saving a building of people from an attack. when she gets introduced to the team she is taken in immediately, but others seem to not be as keen to get to know her.

warnings: swearing, mentions of trauma

“right, y/n.” tony stark said to you as he led you up the stairs of the avengers tower, “there’s going to be a lot of people here, it might be overwhelming. try not to freak out.”

“i promise you i’ll be fine, it’s them i’m worried about. have you told them what’s wrong with me?” you replied, following behind him. he stopped outside a large foggy glass door.

“there’s nothing wrong with you. these guys are the freaks.” he joked with a slight grin. you rolled your eyes and shook your head. the bearded man, who you had already began to enjoy the company of, placed his hand on your shoulder. “come on kid, let’s make a good first impression.” he pushed open the door and walked in, you stepping in behind him.

the room went silent as the large group of people looked at you. they were sat on the two sofas, a few on the floor. you immediately recognised a few of them, steve rogers and natasha romanoff stood out amongst the crowd, you saw them on the news all the time.

“okay losers, meet y/n y/l/n. she’s our new recruit.” he announced as he clapped his hands together. they all stood up and approached you, you’re eyes widening. you’re eyes scanned the group, now seeing clint barton and sam wilson. standing at the back of the group were a brunette girl and a blonde boy and floating slightly to the left was a red man with a mysterious glowing gem in his head.

“you probably already know steve, natasha, clint and sam.” tony said, gesturing towards them.

“yep, you’re pretty famous round these parts.” you explained, causing laughter from each of them.

“nice to meet you, y/n.” steve greeted, putting out his hand for you to shake.

you glanced at tony before taking his hand and shaking it lightly. “very... formal.” you noted with a grin.

“he’s very traditional.” tony commented, his smile copying yours.

“who’s the red dude?” you asked. the group let out a collective chuckle.

“vision, but the red dude works too.” he said, lowering himself to the ground.

“at the back we have the twins. come on you two, introduce yourselves.” tony called. the two pushed their way to the front, the girl with a smile on her face.

“i’m wanda, very excited to be working with you.” she said. you smiled and looked to the scowling boy next to wanda.

“pietro.” he stated. he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a tight fitting t-shirt that accentuated his arms and chest. he was very attractive.

“well, can’t please everyone.” you commented, noting his cold demeanour.

they all eventually made their way to the couches again, everyone wanting to get to know you. tony had gave you a coffee and you sat on the carpet with your back against the sofa. wanda and nat joined you on the floor and the rest sat on the leather sofas.

“so, y/n.” nat started, glancing around at the team. “what’s your special talent?”

“i thought you told them?!” you exclaimed at tony.

“i didn’t say that!” he replied, chuckling. you groaned and stood up, ready to showcase your “special talent”.

“i need a volunteer.” you announced with a smirk, “or multiple.” confused looks were shared between the team. “fine. i’ll choose. wanda, steve and mr grumpy over there.” you said, pointing at pietro. he seemed to clearly not like you, so why not annoy him a little.

the three of them stood up and you led them to a clear space in the room. “who wants to go first?” you asked. tony leant back on the char as steve stepped forward, ready for the show. “go on then captain, give me your best shot.” you teased, throwing your arms up in a fighting stance.

a smile grew on his face and he went to throw a punch with his ‘super solider strength’ but you caught his arm and spun him around, pulling his arm behind him. you felt his strength flow through you as you ‘copied’ his powers. your knee flew up and hit his back, causing him to grunt and fall to the floor.

“okay so what? you can fight, there’s plenty of people like that here.” pietro commented with a scoff. his sokovian accent was thick but his english was fantastic.

“fine then, speedy. your turn.” you stated and steve stood up and laughed. “sorry captain, someone had to go first.” he retreated back to the group, taking his seat again. you took a step to the side, now standing in front of pietro who was glaring you down. you beckoned him with your hands and he cracked his neck before starting in a run towards you. you focused your mind on him and you mimicked his powers, running away at his pace. you ended up behind him and he stopped, confused. he turned around and you saw his eyebrows furrow. he ran towards you again but you sped towards him and grabbed his wrist from behind him, preventing him from moving any further.

“what the fuck?” he cursed, looking at you with anger in his eyes.

“aw what? mad that you aren’t the only fast one anymore?” you taunted, a dramatic pout on your face. he scoffed and ripped his hand from your grip, stomping back to the team. “i don’t think he likes me very much.” you could see tony’s amused face from where he sat, he sent you a wink and you turned to face wanda who was buzzing with excitement.

“is he always like that?” you asked, gesturing towards the blonde boy.

“only when he feels intimidated.” she replied, her accent similar to her brother’s.

“you ready?” you questioned.

“always.” she said, her hands glowing red.

you concentrated on her, absorbing her abilities. your hands began to glow the same red as hers and you flicked your hand towards her, lifting her from the floor. she retaliated by thrusting her hand at you, causing you to be thrown against the wall. you pushed yourself up and tossed her across the room where she landed at the team.

“ta-dah!” you said with a dramatic curtsy.

“copying people’s abilities. i like you kid.” sam announced, standing up and helping wanda get to her feet. he walked over to you and clapped his hand on your shoulder, “i think this calls for a celebration. after y/n gets settled in, let’s crack open the drinks!” everyone cheered in agreement.

“we’ll take you to your room.” nat explained with wanda at her side. you were shown to your room where all your belongings had been brought up.

your two new friends helped you choose an outfit for the night and sat with you while you got ready.

“don’t you two need to get ready?” you asked as you applied a thin layer of lip gloss.

“we don’t need to rush, steve and pietro take longer than everyone combined to get ready.” nat replied with a laugh.

———

the bar area of the tower was lit dimly and was filled with people you had never seen before along with your new team members. music played softly over the chatter of people around the room. you were wearing a black slip dress and heels, getting dressed up wasn’t something you got to do enough. you spot steve, sam and pietro at the bar, fixing your dress you made your way over to them.

“good evening boys.” you greeted, sliding in beside steve. he was wearing a blue button up shirt, sam a white shirt and black suit jacket and pietro was wearing a black shirt a few buttons undone, tucked into black trousers. his platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes stood out against his dark attire. if he wasn’t such a moody brat, you’d maybe appreciate how attractive he was.

“hello, y/n.” sam said with a large smile.

“you look lovely, y/n.” steve complimented.

“thank you cap, shame you’re just a few hundred years too old for me.” you joked, placing your hand on his shoulder. the two let out a laugh and you looked at pietro, his eyes trained on you.

“hey grumpy, enjoying your night?” you asked with your eyebrows raised.

he rolled his eyes, “i was.”

you let out a gasp of shock, placing your hand on your chest. “i’m not entirely sure what i did to piss you off so much, pietro, but can’t you just reign it in for one night? i mean this is my night after all.”

he huffed in response. “is it because i embarrassed you earlier?” you taunted.

“no it’s because i don’t trust you.” he spat.

“ding ding ding! there it is!” you exclaimed. sam cleared his throat, signalling to steve that they should probably leave.

“we’ll go get you a drink kid, don’t go too hard on him.” he said, walking away. steve followed behind him.

“so, why don’t you trust me?” you questioned, leaning against the bar.

“i don’t trust many people.” he explained, taking a sip from his drink. he sat it on the bar before looking back at you.

“what about all them?” you asked, gesturing to the room. you took his glass in your hand and took a sip, seeing his looks of protest. “what? i don’t think they’re actually getting me a drink, they’re just not wanting to stand they’re awkwardly.”

“they saved my life.” he replied.

“so for you to trust me i need to save your life?” you said, turning to face him.

“yup.” he stated, popping the ‘p’. he took his glass back from your hand.

“oh come on.” you groaned, “there’s nothing else i can do? i mean we’re even matching outfits tonight! i think that means we are immediately friends.”

he looked between the two of you, his eyes glancing up and down your body. “he so we are.” he chuckled.

“see! you’re already warming up to me.” you teased, taking his glass again and gulping down the drink.

“you wish.” he replied. you scoffed and gave him the glass back.

“so, what’s sokovia like?” you asked, trying to get to know the mysterious man.

“well now, nonexistent. but from what i remember it was... home. i mean, i only got to experience it for a short amount of time before hydra took us.” he explained.

you sighed, “i heard about that. that sucks. well if it makes you feel any better after my parents found out about my abilities, they locked me up and stopped me from leaving so i couldn’t hurt anyone.”

“really?” he questioned.

“yup.” you replied, mocking the same way he answered earlier. “wow look at us, trauma-bonding. i’m telling you, warming up to me!” you said in a sing-song voice.

“oh shut up.” he laughed.

“is that a laugh i hear brother?” wanda called as she approached them, followed by other members of the team.

“wow kid, you really know how to get people to like you.” tony said.

“i can’t help it. i’m just so charming.” you replied.

the team stayed with you for a long time, everyone talking and laughing. an hour or so passed and everyone had made their way to the couches they found themselves on not long ago. this time you were sat on the couch instead of the floor, the cool leather against your legs. you were sat in the middle of sam and pietro, enjoying watching the team tell stories of their battles. they eventually made their way to the topic of the battle of sokovia that they hid recently been through. you felt pietro tense next to you- he clearly didn’t enjoy hearing about his near-death experience.

“hey, do you want to get some fresh air?” you whispered into his ear. he nodded slightly and you stood up, reaching your hand out for him to grab. you helped him to his feet and announced that you were going to get drinks.

you led him out of the warm room and up to your room which was equipped with a balcony. you pushed open the glass doors and felt the cold, fresh air fill your lungs.

“much better.” you stated, leaning on the railing. “are you okay?” you asked, feeling pietro’s presence behind you.

“i am now. i’m just not ready to talk about it yet.” he explained, “thank you.” he muttered.

“what was that?” you queried, looking over your shoulder at him.

“nothing.” he replied.

“no. i heard a thank you!” you declared.

“nope. you did not!” he exclaimed, his eyes filled with mischief.

“you’re a bad liar.”

———

since the night of the party, you and pietro have been inseparable. you guys train together, eat meals together and you introduced him to all your favourite films. the rest of the team were sick of seeing you guys with each other. no one could get a minute alone with either of you.

“i can’t believe you hated me when i first arrived.” you said, throwing a piece of popcorn at his hair. you two had been watching the maze runner films, as per your request, and were midway through the scorch trials.

“seriously? it’s been 6 months and you’re still not letting that go?” he joked, throwing it back at you.

“nope. you hated me. just because i ran faster than you.” you bit, a sly grin growing on your face.

“you did not! how dare you y/n!” he growled.

“i did! but since you’re too proud to admit it, let’s try again.” you suggested. he raised his eyebrows.

“are you sure you want to test me, princessa?” he questioned, his nickname for you that had become a recent thing. you absolutely adored it when he spoke sokovian. you adored many things about him, his cheeky comebacks, his sarcastic humour, his laugh, his eyes, okay so a lot of things. you had been pushing down any possible feelings towards him, there was no way he felt the same for you.

“oh i do.” you replied, placing the bowl of popcorn on the table, pausing the film and standing up. he followed suit and walked closely behind you as you led him outside.

“what’re you two up to?” cap asked when you walked past him.

“proving to him that i’m faster.” you answered.

“my money’s on y/n!” clint shouted from the floor above.

“same!” chorused nat, sam and tony.

“wanda?” pietro asked.

“same!” she said, peering over the railing. you let out a large laugh as you saw his shocked expression.

you walked out to the courtyard, the sun beating down on your face. pietro stopped very close behind you, his breath hot on your neck.

“you ready?” he mumbled into your ear. his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

you cleared your throat, “yup.” taking a deep breath you turned around to face him. he was a lot closer than you thought. his blue eyes seemed even more beautiful in the sun. you took his wrist in your hand and felt power flow through you. there are many ways that you could copy people’s powers, most of the time when they are in front of you and are about to use their powers on you, you can just imitate their abilities. but you could also touch them and copy them that way.

“to the bench?” you asked, letting go of him.

“sounds good.” he replied, taking his place next to you,

steve and sam were stood at the door, watching intently at the interaction.

“count us down steve?” you called over your shoulder.

“3...2...” he began.

“you know piet,” you said, looking at him,.

“1!” steve shouted.

“you have really beautiful eyes.” you added as you broke into a fast sprint, blue light trails following behind you. you heard his startled gasp before he ran after you. your plan to distract him had clearly worked and you got a head start. you stopped at the bench and plopped yourself down, a second before pietro.

���you cheated!” he complained.

“no, i played smart.” you protested. you stood up to walk away for dramatic effect but pietro appeared in front of you with a gush of wind.

“no. you cheated.” he said, taking a step closer.

“i didn’t.” you replied, “steve! sure i didn’t cheat?”

“don’t bring me into this kid!” he called back, him and sam leaving you guys alone.

“see, even cap thinks you cheated.” pietro stated.

“i can’t help that you got distracted by my charm.” you teased.

he groaned and suddenly bent down and scooped you up, over his shoulder. “pietro maximoff put me down!” you squealed, hitting your hands off his back. he ignored your protests and ran around, whistling a faint tune.

“piet please!” you begged, laughter straining your voice. he stopped and threw you off his shoulder but before you landed on the ground you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him down with you. you landed on the grass with a thud and a wheeze as he landed on top of you. he went limp and let all of his weight lie on you.

“get off me!” you shouted, laughing heavily.

“i’m quite comfortable actually.” he said. his voice was muffled from his head being nestled in the crook of your neck. his breath tickled your neck. you brought your hands up and placed them in his hair, tugging him up so he could look at you.

“piet i’m going to kill you. get. up.” you growled. his signature smirk grew on his face, clearly trying to annoy you. your eyes fell to his lips but you blinked quickly and met his eyes. his smile grew even wider, he noticed your glance.

“looks like you’re going to have to kill me. i’m not moving.” he replied.

“god i hate you.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“no you don’t.” you said, pushing himself up on his arms so he was now hovering above you.

“yes i do.” you protested, folding your arms across your chest.

“i really don’t think you do.” he replied, lowering himself closer to you slightly.

you forced a frown on to your face and glared up at him, “fuck off.” you muttered.

he gasped, “fuck off? that’s not very nice.”

“you’re not very nice.” you retaliated.

“ouch.” he said, the smile still present on his face.

“can you get up now?” you asked.

“fine.” he replied, getting up and taking your hand. he pulled you up harshly and you crashed into his chest.

“you are pushing my limits today maximoff.” you said, pushing yourself free from his grip. but it’s never that easy with pietro, he grabbed your wrist. “what the fuck is wrong with-“

he stopped you from finishing your sentence by pulling you in and pressing his lips against yours. you immediately melted at his touch. his hands moved to your waist and yours moved round the back of his neck, into his hair. he pulled you closer, you felt his rough stubble brush against your face. you both pulled back, breathing deeply.

“still hate me?” he whispered.

“yup.” you breathed. you let out a laugh.

“now you’re the bad liar.” he said.

“tony! i’ll take that $20!” you heard sam shout. you both looked up to see him standing on a balcony.

“he made the first move? really?!” tony replied. he jogged out next to sam.

“proud of you speedy!” sam called.

“you better watch it bird man, i can be up there and you’ll be over the edge faster than you can blink!”