#those statues in the back are so confusing

[aeniiverse]

ENEMIES IRL, GIRLFRIENDS ONLINE

Synopsis — You can't stand Karina. She's your worst enemy. But in the virtual world, she’s your perfect girlfriend, your confidante, and your sweet escape. The only problem? Neither of you knows that the other is secretly behind the screen. Now, with two worlds about to collide, how long can you keep up the charade?

Contains — fluff, enemies to lovers, online dating, light cursing, minor physical contact (hand grabbing/kissing), secondhand embarrassment (karina tripping over a chair), mutual pinning, rushed

WORD COUNT — 3.6k

A/N — this has been in my drafts for a while, bull dozing with fics today 😭🗣️ for context they were a bit suspicious when their girlfriends had the same name as their enemy (I’m just too lazy to write those extra stuff >3<

Karina wasn’t even trying today.

Well, that wasn’t totally true. She was trying, trying to ruin your day, the way she usually did, because it was practically tradition by now.

It didn’t even take effort anymore. She just showed up, said something obnoxious, and you immediately looked at her like you wanted to punch a hole through the floor. Easy. Natural.

Today’s opportunity came when she spotted you at your locker, shoving notebooks into your bag with a frustrated scowl. God, you made it so easy for her sometimes.

"You know," Karina drawled, sauntering up with all the arrogance of someone who thought the hallway was their personal runway, "for someone who acts like they have their life together, you have the organization skills of a dying goldfish."

You whipped your head around, ready to fire back something scathing but then she glanced down at your planner.

Her brain short-circuited.

Because the truth was... your notes weren’t a disaster. They were actually stupidly neat. Color-coded. Perfectly labeled. Pages full of careful handwriting, clean lines, tiny sticky notes poking out like little tabs of responsibility.

Karina opened her mouth, intending to keep roasting you.

Instead, she heard herself blurt:

"Ugh, I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess."

The second the words tumbled out, she felt the ground disappear from under her.

You stared at her like she’d just confessed to murder in the middle of the hallway.

Karina could practically see the confusion flicker across your face the way your brows lifted slightly, the way your mouth opened like you wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.

Panic took over.

"I mean," Karina said hastily, flapping her hands around like a malfunctioning robot, "it’s not that great. Like. Barely acceptable. Whatever."

You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated groan and slammed your locker shut. "Jesus Christ. You’re exhausting."

And then you brushed past her without another word, your backpack swinging dangerously close to her side as you walked off down the hall.

Karina stood there, frozen like a statue, brain absolutely screaming inside her skull.

"What the hell was that," Karina muttered under her breath, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes like she could physically erase the last two minutes from existence.

Complimenting you? She complimented you? That was basically treason against herself. Against everything she stood for.

She wasn’t supposed to notice things like your handwriting. Or how focused you looked when you were organizing your things. Or how your stupid hair caught the light when you turned your head.

None of that. Absolutely not.

Karina stomped off down the hall, nearly mowing down a group of freshmen, her mind stuck in an endless screaming loop.

"I can’t have feelings for her," she hissed under her breath, dragging her fingers through her hair. "That would be cheating. I have a girlfriend. Online. A very real, very important girlfriend."

A girlfriend who she texted every night before bed. Who called her "babe" and sent her dumb memes and told her she was cute.

Someone who didn’t make her want to rip her own hair out in rage and confusion every time they interacted.

...Right?

Karina shook her head like she could physically knock the thoughts out.

No. No. No.

She didn’t like you. She hated you. That was the foundation of the universe. If she started liking you now, the world would probably implode.

Maybe she was just malfunctioning. A temporary brain glitch.

Maybe if she ignored it hard enough, it would go away

She tried to focus during her next class, but her brain had other plans.

The teacher was explaining something about chemical bonds, and Karina was busy reliving the scene in her head, cringing harder with every second.

Your face when she said it.

The way you paused, almost like you didn’t know if you should be flattered or insulted.

The way you looked back at her, suspicious but... curious.

Karina slumped down in her seat, letting her forehead hit the desk with a soft thunk.

Her lab partner side-eyed her but wisely said nothing.

Lunch was somehow even worse.

She sat with her usual friends, poking at her food without any real appetite, zoning out so badly that Ningning had to physically throw a grape at her forehead to get her attention.

"Earth to Karina," Ningning said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You’ve been staring at your mashed potatoes for ten minutes.

What’s up? Secretly plotting murder?"

Karina grimaced. "No. Worse."

"Spill."

Karina considered lying. For about three seconds.

Then she groaned and dropped her head onto the table. "I accidentally complimented her."

There was a beat of silence.

Then laughter. Loud, unrelenting, evil laughter from all sides of the table.

"You what?" Ningning choked out between cackles.

"It wasn’t even a good compliment," Karina grumbled into the table. "It just slipped out. I said she was... impressive or something. I don’t know. I blacked out."

Giselle wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. "Bro, you’re doomed."

"I know," Karina groaned. "I can’t believe I said it. I can’t believe I think—"

She cut herself off before the words “I think she’s actually really pretty when she’s mad” could escape her mouth.

God.

She was so doomed.

After lunch, Karina wandered through the rest of her classes in a zombie-like daze.

Every time she tried to focus on her work, her brain betrayed her replaying your face, your stupid confused frown, the way your voice sounded when you called her an idiot and walked away like you weren’t secretly a little flustered too.

By the end of the day, she was ready to drop out of school and join a traveling circus. Anything to escape the mortifying reality of her existence.

Karina kicked a pebble down the sidewalk as she trudged home, hoodie pulled up over her head to hide from the world.

Maybe she could just ghost you from now on. Avoid you until the end of time. Sure, it would make school life incredibly inconvenient, but it was either that or risk accidentally flirting with you again. (And she was terrifyingly aware of how close she already was.)

Karina shoved her hands deep into her pockets, scowling at the ground.

She couldn’t have a crush on you. She had a girlfriend. She was in a relationship.

Even if it was just online... it still counted.

Right?

But then her mind, evil and traitorous, whispered:

But what if she’s even better in real life?

Karina groaned out loud and picked up the pace, practically speed-walking down the street like she could outrun her feelings.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

Tomorrow she’d go back to being normal.

Tomorrow she’d totally not think about how you looked when you rolled your eyes or how her heart had stuttered a little when you brushed past her.

Tomorrow.

(Probably.)

The night was quiet, the kind of calm that only a late evening could bring. You sat on your bed, phone in hand, still feeling the lingering awkwardness from earlier that day. Karina had complimented you sort of but then she immediately tried to backtrack. “I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess,” she had said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But there was a weird hesitation before she scrambled to cover it up with, “I mean, it’s not that great.”

You had rolled your eyes, annoyed, but also confused. Karina was always sarcastic, always throwing out jabs like she was trying to keep her distance. But something about that moment didn’t sit right. She didn’t usually throw compliments like that, and it stuck with you more than you cared to admit.

Now, as you scrolled through your phone, you tapped out a message to Karina, who had no idea you were talking about her. You leaned back against the headboard, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in your chest.

“Ugh, this girl I hate acted super weird today. It was lowkey suspicious. One minute she’s all sarcastic, and the next she’s complimenting me like we’re friends or something. Is that normal?”

The little typing bubble popped up almost instantly. “You won’t believe what happened today. I accidentally complimented the devil incarnate,” Karina's message read. You snorted. Of course, she was ranting about you, and you had no idea.

Karina took a bit longer to Send another message and you imagined her pacing around her room like she always did when she was annoyed or deep in thought. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I can’t have feelings for her. Not when I have a girlfriend online... That would be cheating, right?”

You chuckled at her dramatic tone, even though you had no idea she was talking about you. “It’s almost like you’re losing your touch, Karina. You used to be so good at pretending you didn’t care. Now you’re out here giving compliments like some softy.”

Her reply came quickly, as if she’d been waiting for the chance to snap back. “Shut up. I don't even like her. She’s... annoying. But you’re right. I shouldn’t be nice to her. That’s how she wins.”

“Yeah, exactly. She probably thinks you’re all buddy-buddy now.” You rolled your eyes.

You set your phone down for a second, thinking about your day. Karina’s weird compliment, the way it felt like she’d almost meant it... It stuck with you more than it should have. It was annoying. She was just Karina, the girl you couldn’t stand, and you couldn’t let her get to you.

But then your phone buzzed again, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at the screen. Karina had sent another message.

“I feel like we’d get along better in person, y’know? It’s been two months...” Her message made you pause, and you leaned forward, rereading it.

“What do you mean?” you typed back, even though you already had a guess. “Are you saying we should actually meet up?”

You could almost feel her hesitation from the words that followed. “I mean, why not? We’ve been talking for two months now. Isn’t that enough? We could just... grab coffee or something.” She sounded almost nervous, a little unsure of herself. You liked that side of her.

You had to admit, the idea of seeing her in person, after all this time, was tempting. But you didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Well, it might be nice. I’ve been wondering what you’re like in real life. Maybe we’d actually get along even better in person,” you texted. “No pressure though.”

You were lying to yourself a little. The truth was, you were dying to meet her, to finally see who she really was. After all this time, you felt like you knew a lot about her, but at the same time, nothing about her was as real as the image you’d built in your mind.

Her typing bubble popped up, and you waited, heart pounding a little faster than it should. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I could actually use a break from all the... online stuff. It feels a little weird talking like this all the time and never meeting. But, uh, how would we even meet?”

You thought for a moment, trying to keep the suggestion light. “What if we just met at a café or something? It’s no big deal, just a chill hangout. We’ve been talking for so long... I don’t know, seems like it’s time to finally meet.”

You waited for her response, tapping your fingers on the screen, pretending to be casual when your heart was racing. What was she going to say? What if she backed out? Or worse, what if you saw her and didn’t feel the same connection?

You didn’t have to wait long. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Just... don’t expect anything too crazy, alright? It’s just a meetup, not a date, or whatever.”

You smirked at her message. Of course, she’d try to play it cool. “Sure, sure. It’s just coffee. No big deal.”

“Right. Just coffee,” she replied, and then added, “But, uh, can we not exchange real names or photos? We’re mystery girlfriends for a reason, right?”

You laughed out loud at that. She was right, of course. You had both spent two months carefully hiding behind the anonymity of the internet. Neither of you had shared real names, pictures, or anything too personal. It had been part of the fun.

“Yeah, I’m not about to break the mystery girlfriend vibe,” you typed back. “But I’ll see you at the café, then?”

“Yep. See you there. Just don’t be weird about it.”

You chuckled and put your phone down, your heart still racing a little. The idea of finally seeing Karina in person was both terrifying and exciting, and you weren’t sure what you were more nervous about. But it didn’t matter, because the date was set. Tomorrow after school, you would meet her, and things would never be the same.

The next day felt like it dragged on forever. You couldn’t focus in class, couldn’t stop thinking about the upcoming meet-up. Would Karina be just as snarky in person? Would she look the way you imagined her? Or would she be totally different from the version of her you’d built in your head?

When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your things and rushed to the café. The anticipation built with every step. You reached the door and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking inside.

The cafe was quiet for a moment, the soft hum of background chatter filling the air as you approached the table. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your nerves making you jittery. You hadn’t expected to actually feel this nervous about meeting her. But as your eyes landed on Karina sitting at the corner, scrolling through her phone, everything froze. Then it all clicked. The same Karina online was the same Karina in real life. The one you thought you absolutely hated with your heart.

She looked up and for the briefest second, you saw the color drain from her face. Her eyes widened, and before you could even say anything, she bolted.

It all happened so fast. One second, she was there, and the next, the chair at her table was knocked over, hitting the ground with a loud crash. The customers around you glanced up in confusion, some trying to stifle their giggles. You just sat there, stunned, processing what had just happened. Did Karina really just... run out of the café?

Before you could think it through, your feet were already moving. you dashed out of the cafe, your pulse racing. You barely registered the cold air hitting your face as you pushed open the door, eyes scanning the street for her.

She was fast, but so were you, and soon enough, you spotted her just ahead, her back to you, her movements stiff and hurried. Without thinking, you quickened your pace, reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her in her tracks.

Karina flinched at the touch, pulling her arm back in a hurry, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet yours. You stepped in front of her, blocking her way, your breath coming out in short bursts. “Karina, what the hell? Why did you run?”

She refused to look at you, her voice barely a whisper. “You weren’t supposed to be you...”

The words made no sense. You were confused, genuinely concerned, and yet there was this strange vulnerability in her posture that made your chest tighten. This wasn’t the Karina you knew the sarcastic, confident girl who never showed an ounce of weakness. This was different.

“Karina,” you said, softer this time, trying to get her to meet your eyes. “What’s going on?”

But she just shook her head, her shoulders stiff. Whatever this was, she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. And for the first time, you weren’t sure whether you should push her or let her have the space she clearly needed.

The silence between you both stretched on, and you stood there, wondering what would happen next.

You stood there in the street, the tension between you and Karina thick enough to cut with a knife. Her back was still turned to you, her shoulders rigid, and every moment she remained silent only made the confusion swell inside you. What the hell had just happened? She’d literally run out of the café, and now she was acting like she was too embarrassed to even face you.

“Karina,” you called again, your voice firm. “Why did you run?”

The words came out of her mouth before she could even think, rushed and raw, almost like they were coming from somewhere deep inside her, a place she’d tried to bury for far too long. “I thought... I thought I hated you,” she blurted out, her tone shaky and uncertain. “But I liked you online. I liked you so much it made me feel guilty because I thought I was starting to like you in real life too and now you’re the same person, and I don’t know what to do.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stood there, completely stunned by her admission. Karina was spiraling, completely embarrassed by what she’d said, and in that moment, she tried to step around you again, as if she could just walk away from it all and pretend it hadn’t happened.

But you weren’t going to let her. Not this time.

You reached out to her again, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly to stop her from walking away. Her body tensed under your touch, but she didn’t pull away. “Hey,” you said, a soft laugh escaping your lips. It wasn’t mocking, just overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation. “You’re such an idiot.”

Her eyes shot to yours, wide and confused, as if she hadn’t expected you to respond like that. “What?” she murmured, still avoiding your gaze.

“I liked you too,” you said, your words coming out easily now, like you’d been wanting to say them for longer than you realized. “Even before I knew it was you. And yeah, I guess I hated you a little too, but it was more like I hated how much I... liked you.”

Karina’s breath caught in her throat, her face flushing a deep red as her eyes locked onto yours for the first time since she’d run out of the café. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came. Instead, there was a long, charged pause, one where neither of you knew exactly what to do or say next. Her chest rose and fell quickly as if she were still struggling to breathe, and in that moment, you both felt it the weight of everything unspoken between you, the tension, the closeness.

Before either of you could chicken out or let the awkwardness swallow you, you leaned in. It was almost instinctive, like your body had made the decision for you, and you couldn’t stop it. You pressed your lips to hers, the kiss soft at first, like a question, a testing of waters neither of you had dared to explore.

Karina froze for a split second, her body stiff, before she finally relaxed into it, kissing you back with a desperation that you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t perfect. It was messy, uncoordinated, but it felt... right. Like this was the thing both of you had been waiting for, but hadn’t known how to take the first step. It was raw and full of feelings neither of you could articulate in words. Every second of it was electric, and as you pulled away, you both stood there, breathless and flushed, staring at each other.

Karina was the first to speak, her voice uncharacteristically small as she mumbled, “This doesn’t mean I like you at school.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree as you teased her, nudging her shoulder with yours. “Come on, girlfriend,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips as you grabbed her hand and started walking down the street, your fingers intertwined in a way that felt surprisingly natural.

Karina huffed in protest, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gave you a sideways glance, her face still flushed and a little sheepish. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she muttered, but there was no conviction in her words. Her fingers tightened around yours, betraying the soft smile on her face.

“You don’t have to be ready,” you said with a shrug, pulling her along a little faster. “We’ve been doing this ‘I like you’ thing for two months now. No going back.”

She gave you a half-hearted glare, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re lucky I like you too,” she said, her voice quiet but soft.

You squeezed her hand, grinning like an idiot as you walked down the street together. It was awkward, sure, but it was also... exactly what you both needed. And even though Karina still had that slightly uncomfortable look on her face, you could tell she was starting to relax, starting to let herself enjoy this new chapter with you. You weren’t enemies anymore, not in the same way at least. And who knows? Maybe this whole thing was just the beginning of something more than either of you had expected.

But for now, as you walked side by side, both of you awkwardly giddy and still trying to process everything that had just happened.

[sunsetlobster]

To Satiate a Hunger part 4

Authors: Myself and @sovietstrange45

Summary: Finding an appropriate stop on the brink of starvation, A Night lord War band ransacks Ghilana for every morsel of food and fuel they have. In the process, Ladomir an ex-terror squad member stumbles upon one thing they've been sorely needing.

Warnings: Self harm, horror themes, blood, implied violence, forced proximity, Ladomir has a blood kink, the writing structure is a raw cut from what was originally written so apologies for any weirdness there ><

Word Count: 8.4k

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It'd been hours, hours upon hours. More then she'd slept last and near enough to begin to be concerning. Then those dark eyes battered awake, and she was staring up into the darkness, the plush of a cot under her body and an odd shift of fabric over herself. She was still here in hell, but her blanket wasn't over herself, turning the soft sting of her neck welcomed her back to reality. A sorrow in her confused brow.

Just like the first time, the timing was upon their side. As the door slid open to Harold Ladomir's return. His ruby eye lenses burning through the open, black corridor. Though he hardly seemed to wait before stepping in on the thudding growl of his midnight armour, unseen hands raising to his helmet. The decompressing hiss of air seeped from his neck seal, freeing his gnarled visage to the void once again. "I am... pleased, that you are awake."

She looked at him confused. "You're going to talk to me now?" Sneh asked finding the sudden shift from a cold shoulder to relaxed calm odd. However, she once more dared not move, not when she knew what he could do.

Ladomir scoffed, the metal thud of his boots carrying him to him to sit across from her. Oddly, he didn't have the normal... scent, to put it kindly, of the blood spattered Astartes she had initially met. Of course, his armour still looked unwashed and unpolished from years of use, but he himself was, clear. Not clean, but clear. "I was talking yesterday."

"Not after that!" She piped up looking over at him, a newfound furry in her eyes as he sat so casually without a care as though he hadn't lapped at her neck with the hungry caress of a lover.

Raising a brow, Ladomir gestured to nothing in particular. "I told you to get up and accompany me to the deck. Then after you returned with Sar'val, I tried getting you to talk on multiple occasions, and you looked at me like an animal blinded by lights."

"What?" She asked finally sitting up realising her clothes were certainly different. "I haven't been anywhere; I only just woke up."

Ladomir, pinched his brow between a cold, night blue gauntlet. Even when he was trying to be helpful, his little bird was a headache. "You certainly were, and you came back to me covered in viscera."

"I don't remember such things. Don't lie like that." She quipped back trying to find a reason for why she had her clothes changed that wasn't.... But her hips didn't hurt, and her body didn't ache outside of her neck but, he stopped the night before. He did, she knew he did. So, crawling back into bed so her back hit the wall, Sneh gave him an uncomfortable look.

"And why would I lie about that?" The Night Lord returned, watching as the baker scuttled away from him, who by contrast was practically a living statue. "You must not have witness Ghilana in enough detail, for a bolter shell ripping a man in two to leave you as catatonic as you were. Now, you mean to tell me, that you've lost the memory completely?"

"Because you leave me in these after I'd fallen asleep" She uttered with her knife tongue like a scared animal as she clung to herself.

"Apologies, that there was no washing system, to get intestinal matter out of your clothing." The pale creature scoffed, finding himself regretting giving Sneh all the aid he had. After he went through all the effort to help her be unsullied by such distasteful blood. "I had to bathe you, so that you would not having rotting meat stuck on your face, or infecting your wound. You're welcome."

The mere thought sent a shiver down her spine even if she still believed it was but a lie. Being laid bare and touched by a creature made her heart rise to her throat and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. He truly was a deplorable creature, wasn't he? A monster who only took what he wanted when he wanted.

And he could tell, he could smell the fear within her, bubbling to the surface and tugging at her soul. Yet, this was the one time he was trying not to illicit such a visceral sensation through someone. The notion alone that he felt it worthwhile enough to attempt such, and that it was not doing a thing, was enough to ruffle Ladomir. "I woke you up, we went to the command deck, and Captain Kolvare ordered you and Sar'val to hand out the rations to the slave holds. He returned you to the deck wide eyed and covered in blood, and I could barely get you to let go of his belt. I thought the courtesy of cleansing you of human matter would be appreciated. Apparently, my kindness was misplaced. And just so you are aware, you were awake when I did such."

She couldn't help but shake her head, it couldn't be true, she didn't remember a damn thing and the mere idea of everything was utterly mortifying. Besides she couldn't trust him, he was the enemy. A cold fiend that lapped her blood like a delicacy freely and at the very least took the liberty of laying his hands on her to change her clothes. Ladomir couldn't be trusted, he never could why did she think for a moment that she could ever? He was a monster, a fiend.

"Mother, I am tired, Can I sleep in your house tonight?" He uttered, not necessarily trying to imitate the way in which she had softly sung the words in the bath. Nor the humming that was ever present around it, until she had drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Much more peaceful than how she was acting now. Damn humans. "You sang something like that, while you bathed."

Her eyes seemed to shed any comfort she had in believing he was such a fiend and rather she now fixated on one small truth, he had bathed her. He had held her and she had been catatonic. And instead of words, she quivered in place and held herself, trying to hide herself from the beast that lurked in the dark.

Ladomir's lips pressed into a thin line, unsure of what he even wanted to achieve now. He could not leave Sneh here by herself, but she seemed to revile his very presence. Perhaps not too much surprise he supposed. Sure, as hell though, he would not trust her care in the clumsy hands of one of his brothers again. With a snarled huff, he rummaged for... something. Before tossing a white cloth to the mortal, rather than risk her terror at his physical approach. "That was the only thing that could be salvaged from the gore." Sneh's head cover, lay in front of her on her sheet.

She clambered for it and clutched it close to her heart curled over into a ball. Then a small, "thank you" whispered out from the unstable human mass he'd been saddled with.

Now that he had her thanks, Ladomir did not feel as if he ever wanted it in the first place, and that only upset him greater. Nostrils flared as he huffed, and brushed it aside, turning his gaze to the wall and trying to understand what unholy part of his soul decided to accommodate this mere human so, and why even in his annoyance with her and himself, did he continue to do so. With that, he let out a tired sigh and finally spoke of what Sneh had also feared so greatly. "And... I did not taste of your blood, neither."

The mass nodded softly but didn't move, it wasn't just the blood it was many things, so very many things. She wasn't built for this world. His world, a place of demon’s nightmares and patchy memories. But worse yet, Sneh knew all too well she had work to do lest she be condemned and used as food herself.

Rising to his feet once more, Ladomir tried to appear less threatening than he was. Though, for a beast such as him, and a Night Lord no less, that meant a painfully rigid posture. In opposition to the usual skulking stalk. "Are you hungry, little bird?"

She nodded and reluctantly sat up curled over tightly gripping her dark blue head cover. "Is the war band?" She whispered her brow furrowed and her mouth drawn into a thin line.

"The greedy ones, perhaps." Ladomir mused, shaking his head in turn, as he laid his helmet on a wall mount. Clear reluctance in his movements, but regardless the night borne monster of terror itself, ventured in offering her a hand. "But we can go longer than mortals without food."

She almost took his hand out of instinct, but quickly Sneh stopped herself it and crawled out of bed herself dusting herself off to get an idea of just what she was wearing. Her lashes looked low like how she had when she slept on his chest, a soft passive expression painted on her face. "What of the slaves in the holds?" She asked pulling her hat on her head, hiding her short raven hair.

With an unchanging neutrality on his face, his hand lowered to his side once more, black eyes gazing down at the slave. "Technically they can go a little longer now too." He remarked, the constant annoyance, stitched into his brow. "But it's true that we would like to keep those on the command deck fed and functioning."

"Then I suppose, we have work to do then, don't we?" She asked going to grab her lamp pack and turn it on.

He modded, that head of black and grey peppered hair, softly shining in the low light of her lamp pack from the fresh sheen of cleanliness. An odd look, considering how often they all spent looking ragged and blood splattered. "Yes, we do, little bird."

As they exited, she asked under her breath. "What is this nickname you have for me?"

Stomping down familiar halls, he glanced down at that head of midnight hair, brain annoyingly tugging forward the images of her peaceful face amidst the tub, his finger brushing hair from it. With a suppressed growl dying in his throat, he pulled back images from much older memories. Ones of a world, with a black sky. "I come from a planet called Nostramo. It has been scrubbed from most imperial records over the ten millennia. There were very few things born of that planet that I could consider, 'pleasant', in any way. Rapists, murderers, lowborn curs. The 'nobles' were just gangs with money and suits. These were meant to be my role models." The words fell from his lips in venomous tongues. The spiking sensation of his acidic spit clawing at the back of his tongue causing his face to twitch, before he swallowed it back with a low rumble.

"...And birds were one of these things?" She asked a similar fowl taste in her mouth at the thought of such people running rampant and free.

Ladomir laughed, but there wasn't any amusement within it. A dry, hollow thing. "I hated them, I hated them all. Many of them, are my brothers" He admitted, a cruel smirk etched into the corpse like marble features of his face. "When you here talk of wildlife, most will tell you of the great lion. Or an alley dog they either killed for sport or owned and found dead. I, one day, had a bird on my windowsill. It was a small, frizzled thing with thick eyebrows. It was loud when it chirped, it had no care for your personal space, and it seemed to enjoy annoying me. I found, peace in its presence."

Sneh looked to the floor; he didn't need to tell her such things to believe him. Not with the way some looked at her when she'd served them. Hungry stares, uncomfortable smiles, faint attempts at compliments and the soft chatter of how she'd taste. They were a pit of animals and yet she had no way to say if Ladomir was any better or worse after all he had a clear stated craving for her. And as he spoke the second time, she initially went to harp on how he too killed a creature who minded its own business but as he finished out, she bit her tongue and stayed herself for but a moment. "Am I your pet then? Like that bird?" She asked the tap of her shoe’s soles on the metal mincing with the bellows and low hum of the vessel.

"I don't take pets. That bird was no pet. I tried to stroke its black feathers and bit my finger. I nearly smacked it, but I couldn't muster the energy to do it." Ladomir continued, despite Sneh's spiteful remark. Traversing down hallways together, that were blissfully empty as he recounted such memories. Memories, he could not recall counting with any others. Memories, that he sometimes still dreamed of. "My father and my mother despised it's cry. They told me to kill it, the moment the opportunity presented itself. I promised I would, but instead I would throw crumbs on my windowsill. They never got over listening to it chirping over and over again. Then, one night, it came back with a little one. Another ball of black feathers and beady eyes that stared into my soul. It was silent that night. I never saw it again, and I was recruited not long after."

Sneh's head raised as he spoke, the soft possible lies filling her heart with a pinch of hope for at least one person even if he'd dreadfully overstepped still being someone, she might one day be able to depend upon in this hellscape. Not even beginning to mention how it truly did seem like an apt nickname for herself. A small bushy browed creature who cried and sat on his windowsill waiting to be killed.

"I used to miss that bird, quite often." Ladomir mused, almost absent mindedly, forgetting that he'd even spoken the old thought a loud. A gentle musing that seemed an odd home on his marbled corpse scowl of a face. An old warrior better fitted with a bolter in hand, than a pen. Even as they arrived at the mess.

Stepping in, Sneh knew she'd need to clean this place, multiple times probably knowing the grime and dust that'd no doubt accumulated. "...With the way you spoke before it almost sounded as though you wanted to try cooking." She said soft in the echoing metal of the mess hall.

Ladomir slowly nodded, gently stroking his chin between midnight blue gauntlet. "I have to admit, I enjoyed helping in the... prep. I suppose even beasts like me, may get bored over four millennia of existence."

Sneh couldn't help but smile and give a breath of a laugh as she came to stand beside him. Her small hand covering said smile as to not be rude. "Then, pray tell what you would wish to make, fiend?" Sneh asked looking to the soft light under the kitchen door.

The Lord of Night smiled in turn, a gnarly thing as always. An expression always coloured by a distrustful sneer, completely out of his control. Scars pulling and tugging at the corner of his mouth in every which way to expose more teeth than intended, shape his mouth to one side more so than necessary. Yes, these countless years of battle had even taken his ability to smile, in their long list of casualties. "Oh please, I am not the expert here, little bird. Enlighten me, as to what meal even a fiend could be trusted to make?"

The smile had her smile wavering behind her hand, the many scars indeed pulling his into a gnarled grin perfect for a creature of his tastes. "I think I know something you could put your skills to use on." She spoke. ~~~ Sneh'd grabbed out the sack of vegetables from the pantry, a bowl, eggs, salt and flour. "Here." She said handing him a grater and peeler. "While these mightn't scream, this should be familiar. I hope."

He took the items, holding them in his oversized hands, scanning what Sneh had laid out before him and herself after thorough rummaging. Holding the tools dumbly, he turned his deep black gaze to the woman, dead panned. "We did not have vegetables on Nostramo."

Sneh looked at him utterly bamboozled. "Um, well, we'll you'll just need to peel, skin? Some carrots and zucchini." She grabbed the orange and green long beasts and put some out. "A little goes a long, long way, so just do a few." She shined an awkward half smile under a brow that cringed at the notion of his home having no such things.

Ladomir's hearty laugh echoed off the ship's aching hull, the rattling ribcage of an old god. Grasping the vegetable within his ceramite clad grip, and laying the tool over it as he began, black eyes still more focused on the cook, her smile, returned by another amused smile of his own. "I am joking, little bird, but I appreciate the lesson nonetheless."

She wanted to punch him, but she damn well knew every bone in her hand would shatter without as much of a peep out of him. Not that pain was the issue which she wanted for him, no. So, grabbing an old decrepit saucepan, she hit his bicep with it in retaliation instead. A clear pang of metal on metal resounded and it left the already half dead pan worse for wear.

At most, it deviated the peeling and made what would be a perfect strip, quite askew. It certainly caught the Night Lord by surprise, an almost bewildered gaze in his black eyes as he stared down at the mortal in her valiant, saucepan fury. Then he let out another, smaller, laugh. "Better?"

"Only a little." She muttered putting it on the counter while she went and oiled the actual pan, swirling it around in a stubborn huff.

"You're going to need a new pan in any case." He joked in turn, going about his peeling and skinning now with the same efficiency he did on the much more... macabre subjects he was most familiar with. An almost comic delicacy with his massive, gauntlet clad hands careful and swift as they took care of the vegetables.

"I'm sure there'll be more." She swatted away heating the pan to get it warmed and ready for work after who knows how long. "I should've said it earlier but, make sure to grate them into the bowl after by the way."

"Oh, yes of course, my lady." That same sarcasm dripped from his lips just as the last time she had ordered him about to do something in the kitchen. Though much like the last time, Ladomir was still listening and doing it regardless. Unsightly for someone of his calibre and reputation perhaps, but boredom was one hell of a motivator.

The oil sizzled and popped over the heat of the old stove warming it, readying it and like that she then pulled it off, washed it in water let it cool and then came over to stand beside him, cracking an egg almost doing the second out of instinct before she handed it to him.

Ladomir took it, holding it just as softly as he had cradled her skull when imbibing on her blood. Just as delicately as he had held her in the bath, cradled and held her painfully human form, like she just might shatter if he wasn't careful. His brow furrowed as he stared at the delicate object in his grip. Sparing a glance now at Sneh, as if looking for confirmation in his confusion.

"Don't tell me they didn't have eggs on Nastromo either." She said looking back up at him holding the cracked eggshell of her own.

His lips parted, no doubt for some witty response. Some dry sarcastic remark at Sneh's expense, and for his own amusement. Once his black eyes fell upon her though, that painfully... simplistic sight, of his little bird. In her element, something as simplistic as a broken eggshell making her look all the more blissfully mundane. It was a similar kind of peace Ladomir found in image, as to her bliss sleeping against his chest. "No, we had those." He tapped the egg with a surprising softness against the counter edge and pouring it in alongside hers.

Extending her hand out for the shell, she smiled and pushed the flour and an odd little cup to him. "You'll need to add half a cup of flour and stir." She said honestly joyed to see such a beast to engage in an activity so unbefitting of him.

Perhaps the most amusing, and infuriating part of it all, was that he found he was decent at it. He was Astartes. Sure, unfamiliarity would breed inefficiency, but he was meant to learn and pick up on things quickly. He was following Sneh's orders, but he did not have the energy to become so uppity about it. Mostly because, against his better judgement, it was aiding the boredom, and he didn't care enough to pick and choose who he passed the time now. So, in an odd delicate nature for an armour-clad animal, he followed instructions once more. Carefully measuring, pouring, and stirring. "You're trying to make a line cook of me."

“Well having an extra pair of hands around to help serve an entire ship would be helpful.” She said putting them in the bin before coming back to watch closely and sprinkle in salt.

"Perhaps. Though I doubt my father imagined me cooking, when he envisioned my future in his legion." Ladomir remarked, in part a joke, in part a sarcastic observation. Stirring still as she sprinkled in her salt.

“Why care about anything he has to say? You’re a grown man, aren’t you?” Sneh laughed to herself and then her face dropped and looked at him with a cold deadpan. “Aren’t you?”

"I am over four hundred years old, little bird." Ladomir, had no other choice but to laugh. So much loaded history she was completely ignorant of in such simple sentences. Such sentiments, she might shudder to realize we're shared by so many of his brother's. "But I suppose I was eight when I was recruited by the legion."

Her eyes shot open wide at that admission. She knew Angels of death could live lifetimes on but heating such things firsthand still had her shocked regardless. “I’d certainly hope you’d be an adult by now then.” She said completely downplaying her shock as Sneh guided him over to the pan, bowl in hand.

Following her guidance, another odd, almost hilarious sight as the small woman guided and softly bossed around a beast so much taller and wider than she, another chuckle was on his lips. "You would hope. Many of us, might not quite fit that description however."

“I believe you.” She said taking the bowl and giving him the bottle of oil. “Now swirl it in the pan to grease it up and then we can place the fritters in, and they won’t get stuck.”

"Yes, yes, my lady." The roll of his eyes was hardly visible, given their nature. Not as such, was the slow affection creeping into his tone with each remark. Not that he was acutely aware of it, nor how it laced the way he called her his little bird.

Surprisingly he didn’t rip the handle off the pan immediately and that had her gently impressed. So, putting globs in the pan for him to cook, she gave him a spatula and the directions to turn them when they were ready to be turned and watched. It was an odd thing but an interesting one, a worthy way to get her mind off things after such awful, supposed events.

Of all things, this was where Ladomir's focus seemed the most focused. A dedicated focus to ensure that he did not accidently burn them horribly. Perhaps it seemed silly but given their food situation changing only just days ago, it seemed appropriate. Unaware of how Sneh seemed to enjoy the sight, watching as he... well, cooked like a man.

“Why do you like blood so much?” She asked perhaps a dangerous question and yet one she couldn’t help but ask.

At that, the great beast could not help but still, a grand statue of the macabre within the kitchen. "I do not know why, the thirst began." He admitted recalling the first time sanguine had touched his lips. "The first time I drank it, was not even pleasant. Ever since I joined the legion, I have yearned for it, however. It is like wine, if I had to describe it in simple terms. There is a... sophistication, if you will. The aroma, the taste, the way it feels against my lips, sliding over my tongue. Even passing down my throat. Each part is important, and the best, have unique qualities that enhance each step of the process."

“And you lose yourself?” She asked remembering clear as day how readily he slipped into lapping at her wound ready to nurse on it, the soft rumble of his mouth against her flesh making her cry out his name as he cradled her skull.

"If the sheer quality of the blood is so great, then yes. I can lose myself sometimes." Ladomir admitted, eyes shutting she recalled the night. Recalled her blood, how it delighted his every sense. To the point he had overstepped so greatly. Such a thing to worry about was beneath his station, or even demi-being status, of course. But when it came to the chef, he wanted to ensure would actually want to cook for them, and not have a breakdown stuck with him, it felt appropriate to measure himself and feel that worry. "Usually, I am much better about not doing so, when I am trying to ignore the thirst."

“I see.” She uttered rubbing her cut almost as if to hide it as he cooked.

Distracting himself once more with the cooking, a grumble rushed through his broad chest. Knowing that despite his words he made himself turn his gaze away, whenever he saw the bare wound. Unsure if he properly could, or even should, express to Sneh, just how great her blood was. Not as a meal to be devoured by some creature. Rather as an exquisite wine, that deserved nothing less than to be enjoyed, raised upon a pedestal and drink from with deep reverence. To be handled with care and grace, near worshipped, perhaps. "You may change your bandages yourself, from now on, if you would prefer."

“I think I’d like that.” She said getting him a plate to put the cooked ones on.

A hum passed through his being, gentle picking up those that were ready, and setting it on the plate for her. Having forgotten in part that he was supposed to feel perhaps a sense of embarrassment, or something similar, in doing all this.

She smelt them and smiled, her mouth watering at finally getting to have something in her belly but not yet, it was still steaming hot. “You’d make a good line cook.”

The pale demi-human couldn't help the dry laugh that rasped from his throat. Black eyes peering into the dish he'd helped cook, and the one who had taught him. "Maybe, in a different life."

"I don't see why you can't in this one," She uttered, "At least in secret if that’s your worry." Sneh placed it down onto the table and staved herself from grasping a fritter for her growling belly lest she burn her fingers.

"Perhaps." He mused, almost laughing at the idea of him stuck in this kitchen, furiously making all the food alongside Sneh. Perhaps with the banter, it wouldn't be the worst thing. Even if horribly ill fitting. "As I said, it wasn't quite in our father's vision for us, when he elevated us to the legion."

"I also don't believe your father would've wanted you and your 'legion' to starve like dogs." She countered as the batter shrank and shrank with each fritter cast in and out onto the plate.

Ladomir couldn't muster the energy for a laugh. He could manage another snarled smile, that never reached his eyes. Pulling back and revealing more teeth and a hollow expression. "Oh, little bird. That is exactly what he would've wanted."

And like that, Sneh was once more utterly confused and the bowl laid bare, the last fritter being dished out onto the plate as the small human looked up at him, her bushy brows furrowed.

He met her gaze unflinchingly, that hollow grin still etched into pale skin, tugging at those blue veins. Unknown and hard read emotion dancing across his sharp features. "Did you think a caring father, breeds a legion of men like me?"

"No." She hissed back with a cold matter of factness as Sneh grabbed a fritter and turned away to eat it.

Folding his arms, Ladomir continued, unfazed by Sneh's cold retorts, already having grown so use to them. His voice carrying a mockingly thoughtful tone. "Tell me, did your father care for you? Love you?"

"For a time." she said leaning her back on the counter. "Maybe that’s too cynical." Eating the sustenance like a small animal finally finding a meal, she chose her words carefully. "I'd like to hope he never stopped at least in his heart but, he wasn't a stable man and anything I feel toward him now is his own fault." A scowl seeped its way into her words. taking another to devour, the memory of being taught how to ride a horse with him flooding back with every bite.

Ladomir's smile widen, a smile fit for a beast of sharp, razor teeth. Lacking any warmth or joy and holding nothing but a similar deep cynicism looking for any way to present itself. But he was not a many fanged beasts, with razor sharp teeth. Just another creature who had given up on too many things. "Then you have more in common with the sons of Kurze then you might realize."

She looked up at him those same bushy pointy brows furrowed as she chewed.

"I too like to think he cared, in the beginning at least. Though that was far before my time. Even then I don't always believe myself about that either." He admitted, a dry chuckle rumbling through his throat. An almost wistful sounding thing. "He used to love what his Night Lords were. Yet the moment he began to recruit the likes of us from Nostramo, he gave up without effort. He called us poison and began to lose all love he might've had for our legion."

“I don’t blame him,” Sneh mumbled such soft eyes averting once mor, “but then again, if he made that decision himself then I suppose he only has himself to blame.”

The soft amusement he held as she spoke in turn, grossly far removed from such a specific struggle that he gave her crumbs and notes of, sometimes assessing correctly, sometimes not. Sometimes spouting opinions that would have her killed in the wrong rooms. "Yes, I can't say he had a choice when he began recruiting us." Ladomir conceded in part. "He used to rule Nostramo though. He was the Night Haunter, a shadowy figure, who saw the corruption polluting our world like a black, rotten cavity. He gutted and flayed every degenerate cur he could find, tracking them in the dead of night and stringing them up for all to see, as a warning. There was peace, and justice on Nostramo. But then he left, and debauchery again filled the void he left. I used to dream that he would come back and restore justice again."

“You dream of justice?” She asked looking up at him much like the small birds that once sat on his windowsill. Far too close for their own good and far too talkative for where they sat.

"Yes." The word hissed from his lips in quick return, within his eyes a small glint of madness. Or perhaps more accurately a fanaticism. The joints of his armour growling like a stalking animal as he leant just a little closer. "Justice. We used to bring justice, wherever we went, striking fear into all until the mere thought of sowing chaos would leave them pale as a corpse. Until our father gave up on the dream, he put us all upon."

She'd been backed literally into a corner, her face now struck with a mixture of a brave face hiding fear as he leant back into the animalistic venom, he'd had that afternoon when he peered around the corner at her in her kitchen. Those damned reflective eyes passing from white to red and back as he spoke and tilted his head.

"I swore I would bring justice to my home myself. That I would return and bring back order, save our home, and instil the fear of Night Lord justice once more. I would make sure, that no one would be born into a galaxy that didn't want them, ever again." The words fell from his pale lips in an unfiltered stream, memories clawing each and every syllable back to the surface kicking and screaming. Old memories of days far gone, regrets long lost to time, and promises left broken in the dirt. Ladomir hadn't even realized he was so close to his little bird, boxing her in the way he did. "What did our father do, however? When he decided that the legion was poisoned beyond repair, that his faith in us was not worth his spit? He ordered us into orbit above Nostramo, and he ordered every ship in the fleet to fire its lance torpedoes. He gave up before trying any other solution, Kurze destroyed our home!"

She shivered in place over such violent words and imagery. It wasn't her home she held no attachment to it but with the deep vitriol in his eyes that he bared down at her she felt like he'd near hold her responsible for such actions. "...Ladomir." She said in a feeble attempt to have him back off before he ripped her head from her shoulders or worse.

His name, broke the beast from his own world, shattered the little bubble and brought him into the present, staring down at his cook, more a bird than anything resembling the Night Haunter. Silence fell, as a breath huffed from between his lips, his expression falling into a painful neutrality as he stood straight once more. Silently turning so his back was to her, and he took a few places away. "...He went mad, in his final days, secluding himself to his damn Screaming Gallery. When he died, it was with hate for us on his lips. Do you know how many of my brother's chased down his killer, burning with the need to avenge him?"

She didn't answer he damn well knew she had no insight to his legion's history least of all their father. "...If you despise him so, then why care about his word of what your fate should be so very much?" Sneh asked under her breath as he turned away and left her to sink down to give herself a sense of comfort in her small, curled position.

"Because he could see the future." Ladomir huffed, his shoulders sagging, the sense of relief in his chest felt like a rock being lifted from his ribcage. The words admittance was slim however, and it was back once again in full force, reminding him why he chose to ignore such a fact so viciously. "It drove our father mad, and he knew that only one, of his poisonous sons was filled with enough vengeful rage to hunt down his killer. We are the sons of one of only two primarchs, that truly hated their sons, and ours condemned us and our futures."

"Then forget him, you live in his shadow despite despising him. Future site or not, he can't see anything anymore. He'd dead." Sneh barked with a renewed passion, perhaps a fraction too loud for her own good as she squatted on the floor.

Ladomir immediately cast his black gaze back over his shoulder, baring into the curled ball that was his little bird, and he hated that it made him feel any sense of regret, no matter the shape it took in his soul. Above all, he almost looked bewildered at her reply. The sheer boldness in Sneh's return. Her confidence despite him, the ghost of a dead demi-god she had never heard of, and despite her own fear. For a moment, Ladomir simply admired that. "Oh, little bird... I wish I had met you on Nostramo."

She looked at him confused, she knew she had a terrible mouth, one that had gotten her awful trouble over the year and yet, Sneh never seemed to learn. Not even now that she stood on a barbaric ship with demons that could crush or skin or rape, without as much as a care. She wasn't a person here, she was a tool, with a loud gabbing mouth and she wasn't going to stop chirping.

"I ruined your meal with this. I shouldn't have let myself get carried away in the shadow, it's true enough. Thank you for the words, Sneh." It was an unexpected switch in vulnerability. Not that his rant just minutes before wasn't one already. Here though was the closest he seemed in being honest with the slave, true in himself. Even then, Ladomir could hardly look at her and do so at the same time.

She wondered if he’d leave, if he’d simply leave her there and someone else would come to crush her. So, hugging her knees she said, “…You made them well.”

Again, did the great animal shift, facing her side on now, not quite full, but his back wasn't to her neither. His deep black eyes gazing down at her with his nose up turned. A stare that once again lasted a painfully silent minute. As he so seemed to enjoy doing, to assess the situation, or person, by simply staring in awkward silence. Then, he finally levelled his gaze more properly. "You taught well."

And without another word, she tucked her head into her knees and hid like a small bird hoping the terrible fiends would let her live a day more.

"Perhaps you would teach again, and I will not be stuck in old shadows in that time." It was almost a request. Perhaps a hope? A simple musing? Whether it was his pride, embarrassment, or the simple fact he was an Astartes, and they never knew how to communicate well, it was hard to tell. In part maybe a promise even. More than any other on this ship would offer. Hell, maybe more than even an average Astartes would. Yet it was a kind of peace offering nonetheless, and for whatever reason, Ladomir hoped it would leave at least a slight bit less terrified.

Those bushy brows peaked out at him and then a pair of dark familiar soft eye and she nodded. “…. Maybe, maybe you could tell me what you’d like next time.” Her voice soft, small almost sweet in how she spoke from the safety of her corner.

Ladomir thought for a moment, softly nodding before running a midnight hand through his black and grey hair, finally turning to face Sneh once more. "Maybe I could. I suppose I will have to think of it then."

And so, she nodded from the safety of her lap and some part of her mind hoped he’d offer her a hand again. So that she might finally take him up in that offer.

With slow, measured movements, he unfurled his arms from where they had been, folded behind his back. Slow, almost machine-like movements moving in time with the growl of servo armour joints as he extended a hand to his little bird. A surprising grace, from a demi-human whose armour had skulls and skin for common accessories.

Taking it, she was hesitant but caved the warm soft fingertips washing over his hand like it had before when she laid asleep in his arms. But rather this time, she gripped onto him. That little face once more peering up at him as he took her hand.

It made him wish, even if it was for but a second, that once again he had no gauntlets, and that he could hold her hand freely. With a strength measured quite well by the one it belonged to; he raised the mortal back to her feet. Given the way he had to hold it, he was practically cradling his little bird's hand.

“I s’pose the human crew needs to eat too, right?” She asked not letting go yet, not until he let her, lest she offend.

With an almost reluctant hum, he let go of her hand, conceding the fact with another nod of the void black haired head. "That I suppose they do. It would be regrettable, if the master of auspex dropped on the bridge from starvation."

She nodded and picked up the plate piled with a massive number of fritters ready for the hungry bridge team to be fed.

Much like the last time Ladomir spoke into the vox on his forearm. Giving the go ahead for the crew deck. Or at the very least the ones that were allowed first. It had taken a moment, but they all arrived, old, slightly hunched things. All pale skin and black eyes like their demon like masters. Words falling from their tongues in that similar rosy snake's hiss. There were different gazes from them, than the Night Lords all around. Some seemed to be weary of a newcomer, some seemed pleased by looking at the newcomer. Though most harboured some form of suspicious glare, some may have held confusion seeing who was there in charge of direction her, and perhaps there were even some glances of pity. Above all, they were hungry.

That was to be expected she supposed, it would’ve been nice to have someone to talk to but alas. But she’d only spent a couple of days here, who knew what the future held. “What is this language you all speak?” She softly asked to the night lord as Sneh served plate after plate.

"Nostraman." Ladomir returned, casting sharp glares toward any of the crew the past, and deemed had to questionable a glint in their eye, no matter it's nature, or who they stared at. "The Bloody Screech and other Night Lord vessels hold what’s left of that planet, including our language."

She looked out at the people with a soft sobering look, almost a solemnness in her stare as she realised finally. That yeah, this was the last of a people no matter how heinous or vile they’d been described the death of an entire people was frightening and saddening. “I see.” She said the longing for Ghilana tugging at her heart, the memory of Ladomir similarly expressing such longing clawing at her mind.

As much as they all shared similarities, even between the Astartes of their kind, there was still a divide that kept it even now from being one in the same. Regardless of the difference in height, it was hard to tell shat thing was. Perhaps, the over four centuries of life etched into Ladomir's eyes was that barrier. No matter what it was, it kept him from even feeling a connection to what was, quite literally, the last of his people outside of his brothers. "Give it time, you'll learn it after long enough on this ship."

She looked to him shocked at the notion. The notion she’d be stuck here for longer than she’d think to even conceive of. She didn’t belong here, she longed to be a temporary solution, something to be tossed out after her usefulness had been expired. She couldn’t stay here, she couldn’t. And yet, her want wasn’t something to be remotely considered here, not when she was useful. Not when they needed to eat. “Oh.” Her voice was deep and hollow, a void ringing out from her soul as she served still.

"By then I'm sure you'll have a kitchen crew you'll be flaying with that sharp tongue, rather than a knife." The thought amused Ladomir, watching his little bird command the mess and terrify poor serfs trying to hustle out food as quickly as they could, quivering under her bushy browed wrath. "Who knows, maybe by then I won't be an issue for you anymore, I just might be a meal." It was a morbid joke, a morbid thought, but when to men of his calibre, his life was but a fickle thing in the grand scheme, morbidity was but a common thought. Let alone one such as the macabre warband.

"You?" She quaked before snapping her jaw shut for such a loud exclamation in the busy hall.

Ladomir cared not for the odd glances from the deck crew. Their black void filled eyes pouring the endlessness into Sneh, before quickly dashing away for the food, and as to not stare too long at the demi-human. His laugh echoed next, grinning down at his serf, taking in her surprise with a joy. "Oh, come little bird, there's too much to just waste if it can be helped. I am not loved enough by any on this ship, that they would cremate me before I could be tossed into the butcher's locker."

"I don't think even I could bring myself to do anything to you in a state like that." She whispered trying not to merge the image of the frozen man she'd been forced to carve and a glassy eyed Ladomir looking through her.

At that, Ladomir raised a brow. Confusion and intrigue dancing across his marble cracked features. So utterly alien, despite being so utterly human in origin. "Why not?"

She looked up at him like he'd overstepped. Her gaze shuffled to him and quickly back, a furrowed brow as she continued to serve not another word passing her lips.

The confused intrigue only deepened on his brow, still trying to decipher what all her little, and painfully human, expressions meant. This one was certainly alluding him quite well, given he'd figure the little baker would have no issue with the theoretical of her captor. "Regardless, I have no intent on ending up there, anytime soon."

"Good," She spat back gritting her teeth and then serving up the last fritter. "Otherwise, I'd have to eat you all to myself." Grasping the large plates, she began to stake them.

Ladomir watched her go, reminding much too greatly of that bushy bird hopping around his window. Nabbing breadcrumbs and giving him pointed glares, followed by chirps. "Don't make a promise you can't keep, little bird."

"You won't know any better. You'll be dead." She spouted under her breath. "Besides by that point I'll have been off of meat for a long time so who knows maybe eating you'd be good for me. Hell, maybe I can turn your skin into an apron or something, like you disgusting fiends." Sneh scoffed at the idea herself but didn't stop in her grouchy delivery or demeanour. Not when he felt the need to get so high and mighty over a baseline he'd only known for a few days.

Ladomir fell silent, his black gaze raking along the mortal's painfully human form. Something that held no chance against him, hardly compared to him, and was nothing to him. Yet, all he could feel was a faint but true enough respect. An admiration of her sharp tongue, and vicious words, and the lack of care with which she spat them at the demi-human. She feared, and yet Sneh seemed to bite with just as much energy. "I would be honoured, if you did as such, little bird."

She slowly looked up at him from behind with a grotesque furrowed shock, her mouth stretched taught into a thin line.

"Truly, I could not fathom being worn by any of my brothers. yet with you..." A joke danced across his lips, like the string across a violin as he let out a soft chuckle. "Well, even in death, I would still serve."

Sneh walked on carrying the massive trays dismissing his... odd comment as she took them into be cleaned. "You're terrible." She spat dumping them in the sink to begin cleaning.

That same sound rumbled from his throat, teeth glinting in what little light there was, as he forever shadowed Sneh in her little human activities. "Mm, and is this a new revelation?"

"No, but it doesn't mean you're any less terrible." She spat scrubbing down the serving plates wondering if he'd always be shadowing her or if he'd ever drag her elsewhere or leave her alone ever.

"I told you not to make a promise you couldn't keep, let alone ones so bold. You doubled down, like one of us no less." Ladomir was happy to retort, taking far too much joy in prodding at the serf as he always did, especially when she was allowing herself such striking words. Insolence could be enjoyable from time to time, he found, and he wasn't so quick to anger that he'd be fed up the moment her dagger tongue spoke.

"I never promised you anything." Sneh hissed closing her eyes as she scrubbed and washed every square inch of the servers in the warm water.

"As you say, little bird." Ladomir returned, amusement fresh on his features, scars tugging at his lips, and midnight arms folded over one another, a monument of skulls, armour, and flesh. Suddenly, it was like he never held or thrust his anger for the galaxy out at the world around. Like nothing had happened at all.

[softlypaintedseafoam]

women's wrongs

synopsis. sanji is a supporter of many things, women's wrongs being one of them. he just wasn't expecting women's wrong opinions to be among them; the cook supposes there is a first time for everything.

pairing. roronoa zoro x f!reader

word count. 1k | masterlist

content warning. written with a plus-sized reader in mind (but read as you prefer), pre-timeskip (post-little garden/pre-drum island), presently unrequited feelings (zoro has feelings for luffy as of this moment in time), usonami and lusan undertones if you squint

reblogs & interactions appreciated.

a fic that was hilarious inspired by my conversations with @hash-slinging-slasher-trash about her selfship verse with zoro and i couldn't resist writing it. i find it hilarious that depending on the verse, sanji and/or zoro judge for who you have feelings for but try to be supportive in their own way and thus this story was birthed

Conflicted doesn't begin to cover the expression on Sanji's face.

Conflicted, disturbed, confused and utterly full of disbelief. Those words combined probably summarize his expression best and even then you feel as if a new word should be invented entirely to describe it. You bury your face into your hands, ears hot. "The mosshead," Sanji asks, incredulous.

You nod, face even warmer.

"Mosshead." He says again, voice weak from your confirmation he unfortunately heard you correctly.

You nod once again.

This is all a mess. Here in his kitchen while he preps for tomorrow's breakfast, Vivi stands watch, Luffy and Zoro sleep and Usopp cares for an ailing Nami you know you have found yourself in a hot mess. You're sure when Sanji asked you "a berry for your thoughts?" that this was the least likely confession he expected to receive. Yet it all came flowing from your lips like a dam bursting through a crack.

"I have feelings for Zoro," you squeaked in a fluid motion, fingers clutching the tea cup Sanji gave you for dear life.

"My condolences," Sanji grumbles, equal parts empathy and pity sketched into his face.

You can't hold back a snort despite yourself. "Sanji."

As if remembering his chivalry, the cook stands straight at attention. "Forgive me, my lady, I only meant," the blond pauses, gathering his thoughts at speeds unknown to man. "Respectfully, the man who has caught your attention-"

"Is in love with Luffy, I know," you groan as you remember this oh-so-important fact. "Trust me, I am very aware of that fact." It's hard not to notice. When you initially joined the Straw Hats, you thought Zoro a stoic yet battle-hungry bounty hunter turned pirate who seldom showed how he felt. As it turns out, the swordsman is rather expressive save for how his face solemn and irritated when at rest. Zoro emotes quite often, in truth.

Zoro laughs when he's amused.

Zoro grins when he teases.

Zoro even pouts when you point out he should have noticed he was lost three tree loops ago.

You can feel your lips twisting into a smile in spite of your dilemma and do your best to fight it. Then you remember a flash of yellow and red, bright like sunshine and your smile falls as quickly as it started. Yes, Pirate Hunter Zoro is very expressive, you realized quickly.

For a ー former ー noble, such as yourself, you're not used to seeing love in its truest and most pure form. Your parents' marriage had been arranged by your grandparents, your parents merely had you to maintain the status quo and any match you'd find would be a man they approved of and would help you produce quality stock to continue the bloodline.

Vivi's lucky, you think of your fellow princess who is happily tucked away in a blanket on the crows nest doing her part. Her parents loved each other and they love her. Even her servants adored her so. Your heart aches as its strings are tugged. Luffy's lucky too.

He receives love as easily as he gifts it, even to those he doesn't know very well. He makes you feel like he's been your best friend for your entire life, despite having only met nearly a month prior. You'll always appreciate him for that and you know you are not the only member of the crew who feels this way. You all love and appreciate Luffy, some of you more than others.

Zoro more than others. His gaze lingers when he sees Luffy barreled over into himself as he laughs at whatever tall tale Usopp has weaved.

He smiles when Luffy makes his silly faces.

If you hadn't known better, you would think Zoro believes in Luffy more than he does himself.

Monkey D. Luffy is the sun; you're not even the moon.

"No," Sanji sets down his knife on his cutting board and presses his hands firmly on the dinner table. "That bum wants a man who picks his nose. In public! You can't have feelings for someone like that; I won't allow it. Besides, any clown who is in love with Luffy over a literal princess isn't worth anyone's time, let alone yours."

You're giggling again as you shake your head, "I appreciate you trying to make me feel better but you don't have to do it at Luffy's expense. He's a great guy to fall in love with. He's sweet." Loud and selfish but he's somehow sweet and selfless for it.

"He's fine," Sanji makes a face, shrugging. "He'd be better if he stopped breaking into the fridge every other night." Blue eyes look pointedly at the five giant mouse traps set around it, prepared once more for their war with the captain. You shake your head in amusement.

He complains but I think he secretly likes it. At least, if how Sanji smiles at Luffy in exasperation every meal time is anything to go off of. Sanji brow furrows when you tell him as much. "You can make that face all you want but you like how much likes your food."

Had you been one of your crew's male counterparts, you're sure Sanji would have scoffed at your words. Since you are not, he can't find it in himself to protest. "It's the least he can do if he is going to eat us out of house and home," he murmurs, mostly to himself, with a quiet huff. "You'd think he'd never eaten all his life with how he scarfs it all down, the shitty rubberman." He rests his hands on his hips with a sigh, finally relenting.

You grin at your small victory.

"I guess there are technically worse choices for the barbarian swordsman could have gone with," Sanji shakes his head, one eye closed in reluctant acceptance. "If he wants Luffy, he can have him. That doesn't change the fact that no mellorine should sell herself short."

"Sanji," you start to no avail.

Sanji shakes his head, not wanting to hear any further protests. "Trust me, my lady, you can do much, MUCH better than that guy. I'll make sure of it," he swears solemnly. "For all we know, your prince charming is right around the corner waiting to join the crew so he can throw himself at your feet. As a servant of love, I can't sit back now that I know this information."

It's your time to sigh as Sanji rambles on, cutting his carrots quickly.

[maci-lena]

CANNONBALL!!!

I so wish you could make a big splash with Descending Dive. Still, this one was a lot of fun to work one, back then.

[misiahasahardname]

i found a photo of me in the hospital after my first seizure and i am wearing the most HORRENDOUS combination of clothing imaginable 😭😭

thinking of redrawing it with mikey because epileptic 2012 mikey is real

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then, at last, it was off to the store for the Final Push! Victor started things off by Copypastoing a bunch of fireflies for Smiler to make Spirit Lifter Gummies with, then hopped on the flower-arranging bench to make more arrangements while Alice and Smiler headed downstairs to the processing room. Smiler focused on making their gummies and Red Hot Tablets, while Alice puttered around making boxes of cheese and mayonnaise and cleaning spoiled food out of the fridges. It wasn't long until she'd made enough boxes to completely fill that one shelf by the fizzy juice fridge! :D

-->...Which mean I now had nothing to do with her, as we didn't need any more prepared food or meat and Smiler and Victor were handling the products we DID need. Wanting to keep her busy and out of the way, I decided to have her go paint the mural on the side of the building with a nice cityscape. This was made a bit more difficult by my Sims getting stuck idling a lot for some reason this session -- something that I THINK was related to Smiler making the Red Hot Tablets on their apothecary bench, as it seemed to happen primarily while they were busy with that. I'm not sure WHY -- perhaps the bench needs some updates. (I mean, we already have this weird animation thing where Smiler spins around AWAY from the bench whenever they complete making some gummies...) They never full-on FROZE like that one time where Alice got completely stuck in the kitchen, but still -- it was weird.

-->Anyway -- even with the idling bug, the trio managed to keep busy! Smiler kept making gummies and tablets; Victor kept making flower arrangements; and Alice kept working on her mural! And all the while, the shelves kept filling up more and more with the product of their labors... Well, Smiler and Victor's labors, as Alice had already done HER bit. XD

[jade-curtiss]

It's so tacky when white liberals attack communist online on the behalf of the poor people who had to suffer the communist (vague) regime in their homeland. I mean if anything communist was a slur I was called in school until I looked it up then realized maybe it's interesting, especially given cultural context, and kind of bold that some people not only reclaim it, but look into it. Because the problem in many case wasn't communism, but corruption and that comes with every political system and turns out that if these people really wanted to genuinely sympathize with us that much and were sincere instead of just oversensitive and doing a shit effort to preserve a good image, well, they'd drop any ounce of patriotism for their own culture, and do the effort to actually analyze its real impacts. But given the current circumstances and various before, I doubt that ever happen. Like if I have to pick between white american kids reclaiming communism or liberals who appopriate every whatever cause to speak on the behalf of people they won't ever try to genuinely understand I wouldn't even hesitate a fucking second.

[mixingandmelting]

Drunken Haze

Summary: He deals with an extremely drunk you

He doesn’t know what to make of the situation. 

“Woah. You’re so pretty.”

Words slurred. Eyes glazed over.  A dopey smile plastered on your face. You were passed out on the table for five minutes after a single can of beer. Now you’re back up, completely drunk. He’s genuinely glad that: one, you’re drinking at home and two, it’s only with him you’re with right now. Scarlet hue from cheeks and over your nose, if this is how you are from just a single can of beer, he doesn’t know if he could hold himself back from seeing you act like this at the bar. 

“Yeah?” He chuckles from how obvious you swoon over him, watching you sluggishly nod your head in an attempt to show enthusiasm. 

“Yeah. Like, real pretty. Superman pretty.”

Oh, now that definitely strokes his feathers. Getting up, he moves from sitting across from you to next to you. One arm rests on the back rest of your chair, the other supporting his head. 

“And what makes you think I’m pretty?” A teasing lilt in his voice, both amused and curious what you’ll say next. 

“I mean, for starters, you’re practically built like a marble statue of a Greek God. You know, perfect skin and those built muscles.”

He presses his hand against his mouth to suppress his laughter while you poke his biceps to emphasize your point. He’s heard plenty of praises from you but it’s a new experience to hear what you think of him, unfiltered. It’s both hilarious and endearing, funny and extremely adorable. You praising him sober are usually tame, apparently not wanting to feed his ego. This though? He can get behind this. Tease you more and see what else you’re thinking of him. He moves his hand and lightly pinches your cheek.

“And what if I said I’m your boyfriend-” He stops, letting go when you thrust your hand towards him. He stares, more confused at seeing you suddenly pull your collar up to your nose and start sniffing it. 

“Why-What are you doing?”

You take another sniff, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed from concentrating.  

“I want to make sure I’m not stinky.” 

He blinks. Say what now?

“What?”

You don’t stop, going on to sniffing the sleeves. “I want to make sure I’m pretty in front of you. Since you’re my boyfriend and I want to keep you as my boyfriend.”

…Fuck. If only you weren’t drunk. If only you say this when sober-! 

He counts backwards. You’re drunk, he reminds himself as frustration builds up inside of him. But the desire to just squish you, pepper kisses and tell you how precious you are and that he loves you so much-! Quickly he gets up and starts coaxing you to bed, for both yours and his sake. He, mentally, sheds tears of pain and anguish as he does, finding this whole situation unfair. Why couldn’t you be more honest like now when you’re not drunk!? The only thing that comforts and keeps him from unleashing the rage inside him are the plans he intends to initiate the next morning involving you, him, and some quality alone time. For now, he shuffles you into the blankets, tucking in you and kissing your forehead with a warm smile when you giggle and tell him you can fly to the moon because he's with you.

[sanemistar]

DANGEROUS MAN

contents ★ clan leader!gojo x fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, suggestive (17+), making out, slight mention of biting/marking, reader gets called princess, 1.6k+ wc. ﾉ requested for my milestone event.

event m.list ★ jjk m.list

your parents had warned you several times about satoru gojo, the leader of the gojo clan. one of the strongest clans to exist, along with your own clan. they had forbidden you from speaking him, let alone being in the same room as him. due to the long history and the rivalry between your clan and the gojos, your clans had considered each other enemies for as long as one could remember. you had been familiar with their warnings like the back of your hand, and you had abided by them for so long. though you personally had no ill intentions towards him, nor even understood the hatred against the gojos.

that was, until you had met him in person at one of those boring higher up gatherings that you were forced to attend when you two coincidently went outside to get a breath of fresh air, away from all the tension and awkwardness inside.

the first thought that had come across your mind when you first saw satoru was that he was charming, like one of those charming princes you read about in fairy tales. you’d seen him in pictures before, but never this close. truth be told, pictures could’ve never fully captured how ethereal he looked in real life. you’d never seen anyone like him before, and you probably never would. he was simply out of this world, like a work of art—a one in a million man. enchanted by his beauty, you couldn’t help but stare at him in admiration. your eyes never dared to look away from him, as if they were glued onto him.

“well well. if it isn’t you, the princess from that clan.” satoru’s voice pierced through your ears, waking you up from your dazed state. “you’ve been staring at me for so long, like i’m a statue in a museum or something.” you were unaware of how long you’d been staring at satoru until you saw the confusion on his face as he pointed out. you felt your face redden in embarrassment and you immediately looked down in an attempt to hide your flushed face.

“s-sorry about that, gojo-san. i didn’t mean to do that, i just…” you trailed off mid sentence, unsure of what to say in order to justify your actions earlier. your head was in and your thoughts were all over the place.

you heard a pair of footsteps coming closer to you and before you was none other than satoru. the one man you shouldn’t be standing so close to. your mind was telling you to run away and leave, but your body refused to move an inch. his thumb quickly glazed over your chin, swiftly lifting it up and your eyes got caught in his alluring gaze like a mouse in a cheese trap that was unable to escape before he let go of your chin. you could swear that the spot where he touched you earlier was tingling, as if his touch was electric.

“oh c’mon, no need for these formalities. they mean nothing to me. my name is satoru, so just call me satoru.” he spoke and you were slightly taken aback, you two had just met and he already wanted you to act on a first name basis.

“but..” he cut you mid sentence.

“no buts, it’s pretty easy. just repeat after me, satoru.” he said his name again slowly, waiting for you to say it back. he was pretty insistent on it so it looked like you had no choice.

“satoru.” his name finally rolled off your tongue, and a proud smirk made its way onto his face upon hearing you say his name. the way it came off your lips got him a little excited.

just then an idea popped up in satoru’s head, a reckless one at that.

“why don’t we go somewhere else where it’s just us two? away from all this.” he grabbed your hand gently yet firmly, like he had no intention of leaving you alone.

you knew best that it was never good ignoring what your parents had told you and involving yourself with him. but at that moment, you agreed to go with him. completely forgetting about everything, the rivalry, the hatred, everything. you weren’t sure if that was a rebellion phase or what, all you knew was that it felt right leaving with him.

satoru seemed surprised for a moment by how quickly you agreed to follow him, but grinned and took your hand before dragging the two of you away as you disappeared from the main entrance and into a quieter place where it was just you and him.

you had no idea how you ended up being pinned against the wall with satoru’s tall, lean figure hovering over you. completely blocking your view and blocking you from sight.

“why did you follow me so easily, hm? what if i had a malicious intention of some sort. didn’t your parents warn you about how dangerous the gojos were? especially their leader.” your chest moved up and down as your heart began racing rapidly.

“if you had any malicious intentions like you said, you would’ve taken me somewhere outside the territory. but since we didn’t really go that far away, it’d be useless for you to be doing anything dangerous here.” you began explaining. and satoru seemed so impressed by your smart response.

“you’re indeed very amusing.” he chuckled softly. he rested his hands on the wall, forcing you to look at nothing else around but him.

tension between the two of you began rising, and you found yourself subconsciously looking at his lips.

and satoru was so quick to notice how you were eyeing his lips for a while now.

“you could’ve simply asked me for a kiss if you want it so badly instead of just staring at my lips, princess.” he leaned in as he whispered into your ear and you could feel it heat up a bit in embarrassment.

and before you could get the chance to say anything you felt satoru’s lips smacking onto yours. you gasped into the kiss in surprise, your mind screamed at you to break away and push him off of you. but this time not only your body, but also your heart, refused to. you wrapped your arms around his neck, getting in the mood as you pulled him even closer to you. your fingers ran through the back of his soft hair.

meanwhile, satoru’s hands delicately trailed all over your back, slowly exploring every part and every bit of your skin. he was taking his sweet time touching you all while having your lips against his own, tongue exploring every corner of your mouth.

as the two of you further got in the mood, your kisses had become sloppier and hungrier. teeth clashing against each other as tongues swirled around one another in sync. what started off as a soft, gentle kiss had become a series of deep, passionate kisses that held so much lust and desire in them.

you felt so good that you could almost see stars.

“mhmm..” careful not to make any loud noises in order to avoid getting caught by anyone, you hummed against his lips. and you never knew you had the ability to hum like that ever so sweetly.

you couldn’t believe that you were doing such things with the one man you were never supposed to be doing all of that with.

satoru gojo was indeed dangerous, he was too dangerous for your heart.

the two of you had been making out for almost ten minutes straight. if it wasn’t for your desperate need for air to breathe, you wouldn’t have broken away. but due to the lack of oxygen, you had to break away from the kiss and catch your breath. eyes were only half open, your head was still light and dizzy after that makeout session as you were heavily panting, your lips which were now swollen were still slightly parted as a small trail of drool trickled down your chin.

“you look so beautiful right now, i think i’m in love.” satoru glazed his thumb over the corner of your lips, wiping the drool off. he leaned in once more and began nibbling on the crook of your slender neck and you winced a little as you felt him biting a bit too hard which would have probably left a mark that you would have to hide.

“maybe we should leave all this behind and run away together. it’s a great idea, don’t you think?” he suggested as he looked up at you, his blue eyes glowed slightly in the dark.

you suddenly came back to your senses upon hearing the words he said and slightly pushed him off of you.

“satoru we..” you began speaking, trying to form a coherent sentence. “we can’t do that. we’re supposed to be enemies, remember?” it was more of a reminder to yourself than it was to him that you and satoru would never be anything more than enemies.

“but enemies don’t kiss each other like that.” he whispered as he continued kissing your neck and up to your cheeks, then your nose, then back to your lips. he gave you quick, light pecks before pulling away.

“guess i’ll have to talk to those annoying higher ups of ours and end that nonsense rivalry, cause no way i’m gonna let you be with anyone else that’s not me.”

and the next thing you knew, you were being dragged by satoru into the main hall where all the higher ups were as both of you made a dramatic entrance when he announced that he’d be marrying you before kissing you in front of all of them. leaving everyone in the room, you included, in great shock.

satoru gojo was a dangerous, very dangerous man.

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[obsessedwrhys]

hi baby, you can make an hcs of the characters from The Boys with a Harley Quinn! readers?? With all characters including Soldier Boy

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ THE BOYS X HARLEY QUINN!READER

ᯓ★ looots of goofy shit, dark humour, gore, sensitive topics (abuse, toxic relationships, etc), toxicity, reader is fem!!

ᯓ★ Characters included (I couldn't do everyone so I just did these guys, I know yer kind missy 👴): Homelander, Black Noir (Old and New), Butcher, Soldier Boy

HOMELANDER

He's honestly so fed up with you.

Sure he loves watching you mess with people but he does not like it when YOU DO IT TO HIM!!!

"Quinn!" He'd shout for your name and you'd open the door to see him standing outside your room. You laugh when you see him covered in ketchup. One of your many pranks.

"What?? You needed the upgrade for the suit cupcake" You smiled all innocently.

That being said you LOVE pulling pranks on him.

Whether if it's putting hair dye in his shampoo or stealing his suit so he wakes up searching for it.

It's just your favourite thing to do.

There have been times he's tried to kill you due to his rage but it takes every cell in his body to stop himself because he knows that he's not able to do that.

Because why? Because he thinks you don't even deserve to be killed by him directly.

You disgust him that much.

He just wishes that you weren't such a pain in his ass.

If the pranks weren't bad enough that it had him double checking every item he uses, AKA worsening his trust issues. You've also came up with nicknames to mock his superhero status.

"If it ain't the flying dick!" You'd address his entrance to everybody the moment he walked in the meeting room.

Just imagine him suddenly stop and standing at the door like 🧍‍♂️

If you wanna know more nicknames, we've got captain narcissist, america's buttplug and sperm cell.

Trust you are never sent on safely planned missions, only the ones he knows are highly dangerous in hopes of you dying...

There was this one time he sent you on a suicide mission and he was all proud of himself, but just as he thought he finally got rid of you, the elevator door slides open to reveal you, some fabrics of your clothes were ripped and there were bruises all over your body but it didn't seem to bother you.

"What's up toots?" You'd smile even though your nose was bleeding. That's when he looked down to see the head of the guy he asked for you to assassinate.

Who also happened to be one of the most protected men in the nations by the way.

Like how the fuck did you do it?

You're not even an ACTUAL supe!!

Regardless, he has his respects for you but really why WONT YOU LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE.

PLEASE STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM SO CASUALLY ITS WEIRD??!???!?

ALSO DONT PINCH HIS BUTT!!!

You once did that during a meeting and the sight of him yelping as his body jumps was unforgettable!!

You're JUST like a bee addicted to its pollen. P.S, he's the pollen.

BLACK NOIR (OLD)

He.. doesn't... understand you??

Why do you enjoy showering him with love??

You say it's in your nature but why do you always ask to be carried around the tower??

And why does he obliges each time??

Apparently how your mindset works is that you find extremely deadly things to be adorable.

In this case, he's the extremely deadly thing.

With his silent nature, you just NEEDED to get a reaction out of him.

You tried tickling him or making him sneeze but he always just stares at you in confusion.

You can't see his face but you can tell he's giving you the "What are you doing?" Face.

That's when your bright ass thought of a plan.

A dumb and reckless idea... but hey! You have suicidal tendencies so this is fine!

You'd put yourself in danger on purpose just for him to always come rescuing you. He has lost many body parts when doing so but you could care less, you would give him those heart eyes as he carried you back to Vought in bridal style...

Just for the managers to lock you up in a small prison cell to prevent you from pulling more of these stunts.

Though they were never enough to hold you back.

Naturally there would be rumours in the industry if you two were dating and you never hesitate to push those rumours even more.

Imagine for a premiere for your movie, you'd walk on the red carpet in a dress with Noir beside you, still in his signature suit.

"You're looking real good tonight, handsome. I'm liking what I see" You'd say with your arm wrapped around his. He looks at you as you winked at him seductively.

Someone save this poor boy from your endless flirting.

Jokes aside, there has been times he's seen you in your lowest, like that time you trashed your room with your makeup melted from your tears.

Apparently you got rejected from a movie role you wanted to get so badly. Which was Mario but stupid Chris fucking Pratt got it instead.

Seeing the state you were in, he'd grab you by the shoulders firmly and make you sit down, then putting a blanket around you. He'd leave the room for a couple of minutes... to come back with a bucket of ice cream for you to happily snack on as you rest your head on his shoulder.

BLACK NOIR (NEW)

"EW!! Get this mo'fuckin' bastard away from me!" Literally your words when you heard about the replacement.

Is a bit hurt by your disgust towards him??

But that just means he knows what he's doing right or wrong with this new role.

No because seriously everything he does, he would stop to watch for your reaction, most of the time you are never impressed.

Like how he killed those homelander fans to frame the starlighters. He'd hold the bat, his mask all bloody as he turned to see you, arms crossed, no reaction to his performance.

UNTIL at the end of season 4 where he began killing people within the company, that was what got you to start growing interest in his character.

Even though you're fine with him, for now, you really don't like it when he pushes things.

As in trying too hard to replace the old Black Noir. You just don't fw it 😡

"Hey! Hey! Harley wait up!" He'd call out for you while you ignored him and decided to speed walk away. Anyways, he manages to catch up with you.

"The team wants us to attend the premiere of your next movie together.. since.... y'know... we're rumoured to be dating??" He said and you had to stop walking to put your entire energy into giving him the most NASTIEST look. The second he sees you take a deep breath, he knew it was over.

"I ain't yer GODDAMN babysitter, and don't you think that for a second that wearin' the suit makes you my damn boyfriend, alright? I ain't here to hold yer hand and coddle you. I got better things to do than listen to yer constant whining and need for attention. So knock it off, ya copy-cat!" You'd point at him before walking off, hand on your hip.

You can bet that he asks Deep for advices on how to win your heart.

BRO IS TOO INVESTED IN HIS CHARACTER 😭

That's why he thinks making you fall for him is one of Noir's characteristics.

You love mysterious and threatening looking people? Okay gotcha.

You want hyenas for pets? Cha-Ching! Got it!

But seriously someone please tell him to stop before he gets his ass beat. He does not want that Brooklyn smoke.

BILLY BUTCHER

Ah great another crazy chick.

The only possibility to why you'd be apart of the boys is if someone vouched for you.

50/50 it's either Hughie or Frenchie.

Though surprisingly enough, you were the first to notice the symptoms of his virus. Like he could be fidgeting at the office and you'd point it out so casually that everybody turns to look at you in confusion.

Everybody thought you were crazy at first, it's to be expected, but the second his virus was confirmed to be lethal. Everybody has started to take you a bit more seriously.

Read carefully. A bit.

He finds your weapons fascinating though. Like how your gun has words engraved in it, your initials being the biggest. Not to mention the designs being the inspiration of poker cards.

"That must make you the clown" He once said when you whipped it out to shoot someone. You smile mischievously at his remark.

"Oh you'd better watch your tongue before I make you the punchline of my next joke!"

He likes you.

ONLY if you don't fuck anything up.

Sure you guys do argue a lot but theres also strange moments of understanding between you two.

There was this one time he found you alone in the office, your legs placed on the table and you were literally downing a bottle of alcohol. It was when he came closer that he noticed the bruises on your body.

"What the hell happened to you?" He said and you sniffed as you quickly wipe away the tears in your eyes.

"Oh, I'm just peachy, tough guy... Can't you see I'm having a little cry-fest over here after a lover's spat with my oh-so-darling ex-boyfriend. Yeah, he just looooves to use me as his personal punchin' bag, y'know? But don't worry 'bout me. I'll be back to my ol' crazy self in no time. Just need a minute to let the tears dry and the bruises heal"

For the rest of the night he'd stay to talk about how shitty both your lives are. You guys actually BOND over your past traumas.

The booze just making the conversation ever more fun.

Will go out of his way to take you to places for shopping or eating at a restaurant to make you feel better.

After understanding you better, he realised you're just a once normal person who became a psychotic sociopath after whatever the supes did to wrong you.

He may not show it to you but he really cares about you and would not hesitate to protect you despite how much he says he wish you'd just fuck off.

SOLDIER BOY

You have to be some kind of masochist right??

He says the most disrespectful shit to you and you just squeal in excitement from it.

It's starting to weird him out.

Everything he does or say, you love to mock him, like he could be giving orders and you'd be at the back using your hands to mimic his talking like a puppet as you mouthed along and made faces.

But he has to say, he finds your insanity amusing. Because deep down, he sees a tiny bit of himself in you.

He calls you Looney Tunes. Why exactly? Nobody knows its for his own entertainment.

He's into older women but that doesn't stop you from flirting with him. He finds your efforts interesting.

"You're a tough nut to crack, Soldier Boy, but I'll get you to crack a smile eventually" You'd say and it'll be enough to have him grinning at you.

"You gonna tickle me?" He'd say, returning the same energy.

But that doesn't mean he's interested in you, he's just toying with you.

AND YOU KNOW IT. But apparently red flags just look like a go flag to you 🤷‍♀️

Despite that, if any other guy did the things he did to you, he would be fast to knock out the fucker. That's because he knows you value loyalty and he does too.

Everything aside, he really appreciates it when at the end where everybody turned against him you stayed by his side. Just imagine him driving the car while you're in the passenger seat singing your heart out to Cherry Bomb by The Runaways.

He'd simply shake his head with a smile on his face.

But the more relationship develops, he'd actually start to show you his softer side. Not soft side. Soft-er side.

Will literally lecture you into standing up more for yourself and stop being a doormat for every man in your life.

How ironic huh?

"You might act all tough and macho, but I see that big, marshmallow heart under there, sweetheart" You'd boop him on the nose that has him rolling his eyes with a smirk.

"You already said that. Are you a broken record or just dim?" He said.

If you stay obedient and don't push the wrong buttons, he might just keep you around.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC When You Are Suddenly Dating a Princess (pt. 2)

[<- part 1]

"What do you mean-" Jason starts, but the girl is already tapping her ear briefly - and only now does he notice a tiny comm there. Fuck, he should have known.

"Oscar? I changed my mind, I want to claim something," Jazz says easily, and, after a short pause, "A Tecpatl, the one with the owl. No, it's for personal reasons- You don't have to, but alright." She taps her ear again, and Jason can't help but ask:

"Who's Oscar?" He is not jealous. He is just insanely curious and very confused.

"My bodyguard," Jazz rolls her eyes, "At least he thinks he is. I'd say he is more of a secretary."

That doesn't really explain anything. It actually just adds even more questions - what kind of a magic user needs a bodyguard? or a secretary, for that matter? - but Jason keeps them to himself for now. He is... kind of intrigued now. Jazz said 'claim', not 'buy'. Which might be just a weird word choice, but somehow, Jason thinks it was deliberate.

A bald, black-skinned guy in a black suit and sunglasses - which, seriously, how does he even see a thing in here with those on - makes his way through the crowd and stops in front of Jazz, nodding slightly to her.

"Lady Phantom, I understand you want to make an impression, but using your status for personal matters-"

"Did I ask for your opinion, Oscar?" Jazz's voice doesn't change. It's still pleasant and sweet, and she is still smiling, if just a bit, but there's an unmistakable steel edge to her tone now. Jason feels a light shiver run down his spine. He's seen Jazz in a lot of different situations and circumstances; he's seen her get mad at a librarian who banned some controversial books in the public library, and he's seen her skillfully take down an armed robbery in a shop all by herself, and he's even seen her successfully stare down Killer Croc on one occasion.

Yet, he's never seen her like this, with her chin raised up high and radiating authority like she is the most powerful person in the room.

Also, Lady Phantom?..

"No," Oscar admits after a pause and presses his lips together, "But the Council of Ancients will not be pleased."

"Council of Ancients couldn't care less even if I declared war," Jazz brushes the comment off, and Jason's levels of confusion are growing higher and higher with every word they exchange. Oscar sighs and finally complies:

"Very well, then," he breathes out with a sense of surrender, and then turns his head to Jason just slightly, "Is this an urgent matter, or should I go talk to the auctioneer and the sellers?"

Jazz looks to Jason, raising her eyebrows in question. And, technically, it's not that much of a time crunch now since Jason doesn't have to try and sneak through the security or wait for the auction to start officially. But he feels a bit petty. Also, this man was questioning his girlfriend, which is offensive on many levels in Jason's opinion.

So, he nods, "Urgent."

Oscar's face doesn't change one bit, but Jason has plenty of experience with emotionally inept men who look like they are eternally constipated. He can see the traces of exasperation in Oscar's shoulders.

"Follow me, then," he tells them both, and turns around, headed to the back of the auction rooms. There's security there, but Oscar only shows them some kind of a badge, and they step aside, letting the three of them through. As far as Jason knows, no FBI or CIA agents should have that kind of clearance.

Which finally prompts him to ask the most important question as soon as the doors behind them close and it's only them three going through an empty hallway.

"Who are you?" He asks Jazz, who is still keeping her hand on his elbow. The girl hums, not looking at him, and keeps walking after Oscar.

"Jasmine Fenton," she answers, and, yes, he knows that much. He's seen the files Bruce has on her, but at this point, he is not even sure how much of the info in there was actually true.

"You are in the presence of Jasmine Fenton, Lady of the House Phantom, Princess of Infinite Realms and sister to a King," Oscar supplies, and his voice is... a bit petty. Like he knows Jazz didn't want him to say anything, but he still did just because he could.

Jazz huffs and rolls her eyes, "Yes, that, too."

Jason blinks.

He's heard about Infinite Realms. Mostly rumors through the grapevine of Leaguers, but also from Diana personally - he remembers her saying she is glad about having a truce with them. He didn't listen much since she explained it as the Underworld, the Land of the Dead, so he thought she was talking about some mythology shit. Turns out it wasn't.

But there's a more important thing.

"I'm dating a princess," he says to no one in particular as they come to a stop in front of one of the doors.

"Technically, you'll be treated as my consort if you ever decide to visit," Jazz admits, and Jason is officially out of surprised responses. There's only a limited amount of bafflement he can feel in a day, and he has exhausted the resources.

He is a royal consort of the Underworld princess. Sure, why not.

The room they step into after Oscar puts in some code into the lock is filled with boxes, packages, and crates. Jason looks around - sure, he knew all the prettily displayed artifacts back in the auction room were only replicas, but he didn't expect the originals to be literally just stacked in piles in the back room. Yet, here they are.

Oscar looks around the room and confidently makes his way to one of the shelves on the side, quickly going through the labels on the containers.

"Do you have, like, a crown?" Jason asks because he sucks at small talk. Also because he doesn't know what else he is supposed to ask in this kind of situation. Jazz snorts and leans to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Not really. Danny has one, and it looks absolutely badass, with flames on top of it, like the ones you would see in cartoons. I have some tiaras and stuff, but they are just jewelry," she explains, and Jason nods sagely. Just jewelry, alright. Seems like he is simply destined to be surrounded by rich people from all sides.

"How about a castle?"

This gets a sigh out of Jazz, "We used Pariah's - that's the previous King - old one for the coronation ceremony, but mostly, it's just for storage. Both Danny and I live on Earth, and Dani, our little sister, travels a lot. So, I do, and I don't at the same time."

"What about-" Jason starts, but he is cut off by Oscar all but shoving a small box in his hands, "Oh. Do I-" he turns to his girlfriend awkwardly, "Do I have to pay you for it or..."

"No, it's from a dead civilization," she raises her head back and shakes it slightly, but after seeing Jason's frown, she elaborates, "I'm the Princess of the Dead. I can officially claim anything that belongs to the dead as mine."

"It's a law that is supposed to resolve any possible conflicts between the denizens of Infinite Realms and the living," Oscar supplies, his voice disapproving. Alright, makes sense why he said it was not for personal matters, then. Not that it's going to stop Jason, though.

"Like, anything?" He punctuates, and Jazz tilts her head, a sly smile on her lips.

"Sure."

"Lady Phantom," Oscar sighs, tired and chastising, but Jason doesn't plan on robbing the auction. At least not robbing it any more than they already did.

He has a different idea.

"Can you ask Batman for the Robin's suit he has in his cave?"

Jazz blinks, and then her smile turns into a full-on grin.

"Of course."

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@akuworld777

[madamechrissy]

Silent Serenades

♔ An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo ♔

♔ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x you

♔ Warnings: Mentions of sex, infidelity, Cruelty from Duke Gojo. OOC. So much ANGST. Gojo is TERRIBLE you're warned

♔ Word count this chap: 2.4k

♔ Summary: you are the diamond of the season, he is the charming Duke, it’s the marriage of the decade. Prominent families joining, and it so happens that Duke Gojo is gorgeous. But, he doesn't want you at all, leaving you a crying mess on your wedding night, alone. Now you're trapped in a loveless arranged marriage that destroys you from within. Royal AU, Cruel Duke Gojo x reader. OOC Set in 1800s England. Gojo is awful in this. You'll hate Satoru, warning you now. HEAVY angst Basically- Gojo is a royal dick and doesn't wanna marry you

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part one

The grand hall of the Gojo manor was adorned with elegant flowers, a mix of blue and white lilies, strewn amongst the endless aisles of those gathered to watch you marry the Duke Gojo. Yes, you were arranged to marry Satoru Gojo, the most eligible bachelor there was, your parents had set this up, the match of the season, as you are the daughter of a most prominent Earl.

As you step up slowly, your beautiful white beaded gown clinging to you, there are whispers of your beauty. You were the jewel of the season, the ton had declared it so, yet there was one man who clearly disagreed, and that’s the white haired, blue eyed Duke you’re headed straight for.

The soft glow of the lights above, glittering chandeliers, are flickering against the ivory walls, as a cacophony of murmurs and music fill the area, mixing with your racing heart. You had dreamed of this day with Duke Gojo, for his charm and handsome looks had captivated you from the moment you met. He’d been so different, when you were courting, putting on his show.

But just an hour ago, right before you were to be wed, as you were walking through the beautiful gardens, lush and green, admiring the statues, you heard it, moaning.

****

“Oh, your grace, yes, there! Mmn!” You had paused, your heart in your throat as you walked by Duke Satoru Gojo, donned in his elegant white wedding suit, with his hand between one of the servant’s legs, kissing down her neck.

You stumble back in shock, smacking into a statue in your haste and huffing as you trip, catching their attention. The servant gasps, running off, her maid dress swishing, but Satoru wipes his full lips, glaring over at you. Your breasts heave up and down with the effort it takes to breathe, your corset is suddenly so tight that it is strangling you.

“What on earth are you doing here?” He demands, running a hand through his tousled white hair, his deep voice so… cruel? You gulp, looking down shyly.

“I was checking the gardens… I…” You look up at him then, at those cold blue eyes that you found so beautiful, as he’s adjusting his jacket over his lithe body. “What were you doing?”

He scoffs then, stepping closer, leaning down as he towers over you, he was taller than any man you’d seen nearly, and what once was charming was intimidating. “Just because we’re forced to marry, does not mean I will not continue to do as I please.”

You gasp again, at his twisted smirk. “I am so confused, your grace, I had thought we had at least a friendly connection, that could perhaps grow-”

Satoru Gojo places his big hands on your shoulders then, laughing, and it’s got such malice behind it, that it hurts to hear even. “I have absolutely no interest in you, I guess now is the time to make it clear.”

Your heart sinks, as your eyes fill with tears, looking down, away from his cruel gaze. “I don’t understand, I thought you said I was beautiful-”

“Everyone says that, don’t they? Everyone in the bloody ton sings your praises, the diamond, the crowned jewel, the greatest catch, even for a Duke. But guess what?” He tilts your chin up with two long fingers, and watches tears make your eyes glassy. “You’re not who I want, you could never be.”

You choke back a cry, blinking rapidly as you try to speak. “So what, you want the servant?”

He chuckles darkly. “I want anyone but you. And I’ll have them, any time I want, and you’ll endure it, because that’s what this is. A false partnership, forced on me.”

“It was forced on me too!” You smack at his hand then, scowling, earning more of his laughter, sharp white teeth glinting.

“Do stop lying, my Lady, you surely always wanted to marry me. Marry the Duke. But go ahead and pretend.”

“As if women have a choice.” You speak through gritted teeth, and now he’s scowling at you.

“Everyone wants me.”

“Well guess what, everyone wants me too.”

His white lashes lower over those cerulean eyes. “Not I. Never would. You’re nothing to me.” Satoru speaks softly, like a fucking caress, and you turn on your heel and run.

****

But still, the ceremony must continue. As you step forward, the murmurs of the crowd fade into the background. You could feel the weight of his presence beside you when you step up next to him, but the warmth you had once hoped for with Satoru had turned cold. He’s looking at you with clear disinterest in his perfect features as the priest says your vows.

When the moment came and he leaned down to kiss you, your first kiss you have ever had, it was merely an icy brush of lips, that left you feeling hollow. Before he slid a disinterested gaze back to the room. As the ceremony goes on, and friends and family congratulate you both, he plays his part, the elegant Duke, so charming and witty. So gorgeous that everyone loves him.

You play your part, the beautiful belle of the ball, the dainty little lady that had just become a Duchess. You’d prepared your whole life to be a wife, and you’d dreamed of the charming Duke since you were naught but a child, and now? When you think about it, the walls close in, everything is too noisy, and the weight of his words and actions kill you.

You watch as he dances with every woman there is, as he starts to drink and act brazen, foolish, but you must hold it together, it is your duty, is it not?

When a tall, handsome man with long dark hair comes, bowing to you, you recognize him as Duke Gojo’s best friend, Lord Suguru Geto. He is a prominent Earl, and one that you had become quite friendly with, for once he had courted you, however your family had pushed and pushed for the Duke. Now, as he holds his hand out, his chocolate eyes glimmering, you cling to his hand like a lifeline.

“You’re a vision, my Lady. May I have a dance? I’ve noticed you’ve been quite a wallflower.” He says softly, and you nod, your gloved hand clutching his tightly.

“I should love to, my Lord. And thank you.” He smiles, and takes you to the floor, where you all dance elegantly, to the soft quadrille playing. People watch and many smile, as you both were skilled dancers.

“I’m very sad that you’re taken, I wish I could say otherwise. But I do wish you the best, even if I’m so very selfish.” Lord Suguru says softly, and you tense a bit, making his cheeks flush. “I should not say such things. I’m sure Duke Gojo will be a very good husband to you.”

You scoff, before covering it up, clearing your throat. “I am sure he will be, thank you Lord Suguru.” You feel it then, Duke Gojo’s blue eyes, staring daggers at you both as you’re in Lord Suguru’s arms, making you shiver.

Suguru smirks a bit. “Ah, he seems possessive of his new bride, as he should be, you’re the most beautiful bride there could be.”

Possessive, ha!

You want to scream, you want to cry, as you remember him up that maid’s skirts, blatant, even now he’s dancing with some woman who’s whispering in his ear. “Thank you, you’re too kind though, my Lord. I surely am not.”

“You absolutely are.” He smiles down, and his smile is so soft, so sincere, then you wish that you never got stuck in this. That you could be with someone who looks at you like this, not like how Duke Gojo glares like he just despises you.

****

Soon, it’s the night of your wedding, and you’re wearing a pretty silk nightgown, it’s sheer and white and nearly see through, along with white garters and stockings with little bows on them. You’re brushing your hair nervously in the gilded mirror, the silver brush making crackling sounds along with the fire that blazes in your new chambers, surely fit for a queen.

But why do you feel so depressed here?

The door opens, and you jerk, to see Duke Satoru Gojo, shirtless and merely wearing sleep trousers, you’ve never seen a naked man, and you can’t help but stare. Every inch of him is chiseled to perfection, his pale skin glistening like marble, the fire casting shadows on every worked muscle. You gulp, struggling to hide the flush of your cheeks, looking down.

“Have you never seen a man?” You shake your head, as he walks to you now, dominating, looming over you. “You’re afraid.”

“Y-yes. I know what is expected of a wedding night.” You whisper, earning a snicker of laughter.

“Stand up. Let me see you.” You do as he says, trembling legs standing as you set your brush next to its matching silver comb and mirror. They were your treasured gifts from your mother.

Your eyes look up to him, as he runs his fingers down the edges of the thin satin straps, as he then slides his fingers down your curve of your breasts, making your nipples taut, goosebumps raising. There is some odd feeling in your core. The Duke smirks as they show, and you feel so embarrassed you can’t even think, hating your body’s wicked reactions to him.

“I bet everyone has always told you how beautiful you are. How perfect you are. Haven’t they, Duchess.” You nervously bite a lip, as he walks around you in a slow circle, taking you in like a predator. “You have the perfect hips for child bearing they all say, you have the tiniest waist, so fashionable. You have such delicate features too, don’t you, and such lovely hair.”

He runs his hands through it, as he’s behind you, then he pulls your hair, making you cry out. “What do you care, I’m of no interest.” You bite out, making him chuckle, his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Perfect body, perfect face, perfect posture… oh, perfect speech, and you’re talented at everything aren’t you? Piano forte, singing, dancing… bet you’re trained to be the perfect wife too.”

“What does any of that matter? I am not perfect at everything.”

“That’s what everyone tells you, don’t they?” You look down, as he lets your hair go, letting you exhale before he’s back in front of you. “Don’t look so afraid, Duchess.” That word from his lips is like a curse word, he spits it out.

“Just get it done, I don’t want it anymore than you.” You say with a scowl, sliding down your straps then, making him tense, his eyes flicker for just a moment, before he shoves them back up.

“You’re so desperate, you think I want you at all? In any way?” You can only take so much, now you’re close to sobbing, and tears trickle down your cheeks, making the Duke’s lips quirk up, as he brushes one away with a long finger. “You crying, my lady? That won’t do. You have to be a good Duchess.”

“We must consummate the marriage, have heirs, just get it done. I don’t want this to go on longer than it must.”

“I have no intentions of consummating anything.” You blink in confusion, looking up, and you’re far too close, you can feel his body heat, but inside Satoru Gojo is cold, so cold you’re freezing to death.

“But, the marriage…”

“I’ll not lay with you. I will lay with who I wish to, you’ll be my wife in all the ways you’re supposed to be, but not that. Did you want my cock so desperately? Aw… you poor thing. Crying over it.” His mocking tone infuriates you as he brushes a finger over your cheek.

You smack his hand now, glaring. “Oh, so then I’m free? To be with whoever I want, hmm?”

Satoru scowls, twisting his pretty features. gripping your wrist with a brutal grasp in a big hand, making you wince. “Excuse me? You’re not the man here, you’re the woman, the wife.”

“Then I’ll get an annulment, let you marry who you wish-”

“You’ll stay my wife.”

“Then I’ll do just as you, except I won’t rut in the gardens like a pig.” Satoru slaps your cheek then, and you gasp as it stings you, looking up at him with shocked, pained eyes, and for a moment his thin white brows go together, and he opens his pink lips, as if to speak, then shuts them.

“I didn’t… I…”

You haul back and smack him as hard as you can, you smack the Duke right in his pretty face, making him glare now, trembling with rage. “Excuse the impropriety, but fuck you, Duke Gojo.”

“You wish I would fuck you, but I’ll never want you. Why would I?” He keeps staring at your cheek now, frowning, but then going back to glaring at you, and you smirk as you see the hand print you left on his own, raised and pink.

“Good, I don’t want you either. Go have your fun, Duke, never worry, I’ll keep up appearances. I have been trained, as you said.” You turn away then, your heart thudding in your chest, your tears threatening to burst from your eyes.

“You enjoy the lie, you know you want it, it’s why your nipples were rock hard. I bet you’re wet too.” He’s sliding his hands down your hips, far too close, and you jerk away quickly, earning his anger.

“I don’t even know what that means, but I do not want you, so never fear, I will never, ever try.” He pauses at that, white lashes blinking.

“You’ve not even had a talk about sex, and yet you meant to consummate the marriage?”

“What does it matter? We’ll have no children, and not lay in bed together. If that’s what you wish.”

His jaw locks. “It is.”

“Then leave.”

It’s as if he expected you to beg him, to want him, as if he expected you to fall to his feet. But you will not waiver, though his words and looks are so painful, though the world is shattering around you, you’re stubborn enough to not show him, to not reveal the truth. He’d just use it as a weakness.

“Enjoy the wedding night, Duchess.” He says finally, leaving with a slam that echoes in your chambers, and you sink to the hardwood floor, sobbing, hugging your knees and burying your face in your folded arms.

Your wedding night, alone, married to a man that hates you. A man that will never want you, that will lay with others, and you’re just going to be stuck, playing your role, aren’t you? The loneliness sinks in, the hopelessness, until you sob yourself to sleep right there on the cold hard floor, as cold as Duke Gojo.

Part 2 here!

[starmapz]

❝ in which your boyfriend satoru gojo subconsciously seeks your comfort ❞ ❦ cw ; f!reader. fluff. ❦ words ; 738

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The sound of footsteps walking through your apartment sends a jolt of fear straight up your spine, until-

“Satoru?” Blinking in confusion at the sight of your sorcerer boyfriend, you sigh in relief. Of course you know he can teleport but showing up out of the blue like this is a new level, even for him. “You scared the shit out of me,” you breathe out with a shake of your head.

“Sorry, baby.” Satoru heads straight for your living room, plopping down on your couch with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. There’s a tear in his jacket and his blindfold is nowhere to be found, which is unusual for him. Though, so is teleporting to your home without warning.

“I wasn’t expecting you so I don’t have enough food-” you pause, glancing back towards the kitchen, “-did you want to order something?”

“Sure, anything’s fine.”

You tilt your head, examining his expression though you can’t gleam anything about how he’s feeling with his eyes closed. Still, this isn’t like him. He’s too quiet. Too unenthusiastic. He didn’t even greet you.

“How does sushi sound, then? There’s this place just around the corner that just opened-”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Satoru interrupts, his tone snappy enough that you recoil slightly, blinking at him as hurt flashes across your features. You may not have been together long, but he’s never once so much as expressed unhappiness towards you. In truth, you’re not sure what to do.

Your lips purse as Gojo leans forward, raking his hands over his face before resting his head in his hands.

Oh. Oh.

You approach him slowly, taking a seat beside him on the couch. He doesn’t react, thumbs pressed to his temples. You flick the light switch behind you, letting the room go dark as you gently lay your palms over his, urging him to drop his hands from his temples as you press a kiss to his forehead.

His breath fans your forearms as you adjust to carefully lay his head in your lap, his legs hanging over the arm of the plush furniture. Running your fingers through his hair, you massage his scalp as his hair cascades over your thighs.

Comfortable silence settles between you as he relishes in the moment, his muscles gradually relaxing. The harsh furrow to his brow begins to slack, his expression going neutral as he leans his face into your body.

He didn’t think about it when he teleported here, it just felt right. He knows now it’s because he craved your comfort, your touch, and he didn’t know it yet.

“I’m so, so sorry, pretty girl,” he sighs, burying his face into your torso as he blindly reaches for your hand. He finds it with ease, a feat of his six eyes surely, and brings it to his lips, lingering in a kiss against your knuckles.

“I forgive you, Toru, it happens,” you tell him. “Headache?”

“Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, gripping your hand tightly. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’m sorry.”

“I told you I forgive you,” you tell him, a sympathetic smile on your face. His blue eyes flicker open, squinting even in the darkness of the late evening as he struggles through his headache. Still, relief swirls in his eyes when he sees the sincere look on your face.

Although he has a habit of pushing your buttons and riling you up, those are things you’ve always loved about him. You’re well aware of his status, of just how little respect is directed towards him as a person rather than an instrument of destruction. Now, looking into his gorgeous cerulean irises, this is one of those moments where you can see just how human he truly is.

“Still up for sushi?” He asks, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. His head still pounds, evidenced by the faint tension in his forehead, but it’s tolerable with you at his side.

You return his smile, nodding. “With dessert,” you insist. His grin widens and you giggle at the sight, glad to have your boyfriend back.

Large palms pull you down by the back of your neck as he kisses you softly, his lips moving with slow and pure intentions as he conveys his love for you. “Now you’re speakin’ my language,” he hums against your lips.

Satoru needs comfort sometimes too, and you’re grateful he chooses to seek that in you.

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[fairuzfan]

The thing that's never made sense to me is the "Holocaust inversion" talking point and the idea that we are "moralizing" the Holocaust as something you're supposed to learn from which like aside from the fact that israel's entire pr is that it needs to exist because of the Holocaust, I really don't understand how feeling empathy based on past experiences is like... a moralizing action?

Even those who don't feel empathy, they still like... have the universal idea that you shouldn't do bad things onto other people. When you consider that yeah, when you live in the world, you experience terrible things and you relate those terrible things to other terrible things happening in the world. That's just what everyone does. Whenever I hear things happening to indigenous Turtle Islanders I always relate it back to Palestine. When I hear about violence happening to Black people, I think "Ah it must be terrifying" and I think back to my own family members and friends who were killed by Israel. When i think of antiBlackness in arab spaces, i relate it back to the occupation and compare myself to the occupation on whether or not im inflicting the same pain i and my family endure onto others. It's just how you experience the world. No one is asking you to "learn" from the Holocaust, people are just asking you to apply empathy.

A universal example is that you don't really understand the grief of losing a loved one until you yourself lose a loved one. And when you encounter a person who lost a loved one as well, you relate to them in a unique way that you wouldn't have without having that experience of grief before. It's not a moralizing experience, it's just... an experience. An awful one but you don't *learn* anything from it.

So it always confounds me that there's such vehement pushback against the idea that what Palestinians are going through is similar to the Holocaust because it's not like we're making light of the Holocaust? It's that we are asking you, a zionist (in this case one who is Jewish specifically), to acknowledge that there are similarities between the way Palestinians are treated and the ways Jews, Roma, and multiple other people were treated during the Holocaust. It's that we're relegated to second class status, we are considered lesser, we are confined to ghettos, we have our livelihoods stolen from us, we have weapons tested on us, we're survielled like we are dangerous monsters and we experience systematic segregation. And now we are experiencing mass slaughter campaigns within our concentration camps. But what's the issue? Are you offended that Palestinians can even remotely understand the terrible violence that Jews experienced in the Holocaust? Or are you denying that Palestinians are experiencing those things??

People always bring up like "Oh you don't understand what exactly happened during the Holocaust, you're just using it as a stand in for "a very bad thing"" and that's like... never made sense either because what does that mean? I'm not... using the Holocaust out of nowhere, I'm using it because Israel tells US, PALESTINIANS, that we need to be kicked out and raped and tortured *because* of the Holocaust. When us, Palestinians, ask you to feel empathy for us based on what you experienced during the Holocaust, we aren't just pulling it out of thin air, we are using a zionist talking point and pointing out the flaws. "Does experiencing a Holocaust allow you to conduct massacres and unbelievable violence onto other people?" and "Why are we paying for the terrible crimes of Europeans? Why is this our fault that we must suffer for it, as you, a zionist, insist we must?"

It's just so confusing how people would take offense at feeling empathy for Palestinians. We aren't denying the awful, awful genocide of the Holocaust, nor are we "making light of it..." but if you believe that comparing what Palestinians go through is making light of the Holocaust, then you must think that what we are going through is not bad at all.

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Feral Desires

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A/N; This feels like a crazy jump from my first smut I posted lmfao 🫡 it was also crazy writing this, I haven’t written omegaverse in forever despite it being a favorite

Summary; You’re on a mission for the First Order, well away from your alpha, which means it’s the perfect time for your heat to start out of nowhere.

Content; NSFW 18+, AFAB reader, omegaverse, omega reader, alpha Kylo Ren, mated to Kylo, heats, ruts, nesting, fingering, piv sex, knotting, biting/marking, scent marking, breeding kink, A LOT of breeding kink, protective and possessive Kylo, also very loving Kylo, tiny bit of size difference kink, conservative views on omegas (mostly pertaining to suppressants), omegaverse terms (kids referred to as pups), fluff

Wc; 6.4k

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You thought it would be fine.

It should’ve been fine.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, gods, this was not supposed to happen.

Your heat was not supposed to start a month early right when you leave on a mission.

Everything had seemed okay at first; you gathered your troops after getting your assignment—investigate an uninhabited jungle planet’s surface and find out what the First Order could gleam from it. You had bid farewell to Kylo Ren, the Supreme Leader and also your mate. Through your bond both in the Force and in the bite mark on your neck, you could tell how apprehensive he was to let you go. It had taken some convincing, but he’d allowed it. If he wasn’t swamped in a million other responsibilities that come with his new position, he would’ve joined you.

The trip to the planet had gone without a hitch, and everything had seemed like it was in perfect order. You were the first to step foot on the surface once your ships’ doors had opened with a hiss of depressurized air. It was quite beautiful when you took it all in; covered in lush vegetation and impossibly tall trees covered in moss, a few of which your ships had unfortunately crushed on their way down. Sensors indicated that the air was nontoxic and clean so you had gladly taken a deep breath. Smells came stronger to you with your aberrant status, meaning you could practically taste the planet on your tongue. It was damp and full of the smell of wet leaves and bark, along with the reek of wild animals you didn’t know the names of. Said animals were calling through the trees in chirps and barks. It was quite nice.

Stormtroopers fanned out, beginning to take notes of anything that seemed of importance or interest. You and your lieutenant, a beta named Mallory who’d been by your side for many years, were in charge of placing down beacons and sensors that would give you every piece of data you’d need. It’d tell you what’s beneath the planets surface like ores and minerals and what kind of regeneration systems it had. It’d be a slow process; taking scans of an entire, huge planets surface wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. That’s why you were given a weeks timeline for this mission. Easy enough.

Until you’d gotten a prickling on the back of your neck, until an odd amount of sweat started to build at your collar, until you could barely hold on to your data pad because of how slippery your palms had become. You’d tried to ignore it, tried to ignore those telltale signs because surely your heat wouldn’t be starting now? Surely it wouldn’t have been catapulted forward a month because your body got confused by you leaving your alpha and was doing what it needed to in order to bring him back?

“General? Are you alright?” Mallory asks you.

You realize you’d been standing there looking at your data pad like an idiot while warmth and sweat builds beneath your uniform. You look up and try to blink the haze out of your vision. Suddenly all those smells from before are so overwhelming. “I think I need to go back to the ship.” You mutter. You’re not stupid, you do realize it’d be irresponsible to try and ignore this. Hell, you can’t even get yourself to take a step forward when all you want to do is go back to your ship where the scents are familiar.

Mallory tenses, noticing the flush in your face and the way your demeanor is so off. She may be a beta but she’s still able to recognize the onset of a heat, especially yours after being your lieutenant for so long. That’s why she goes with you everywhere, to keep an eye on you. She’s perfect for times like these. “Okay. Let’s go, quickly.” She says, a gentle hand on your arm guiding you back the way you came.

She says commands through a radio while you walk, instructing the next in charge—a fresh-face captain—to continue the observations so they can at least get something out of this. You feel guilt pierce through your roiling stomach, cursing yourself over and over for not being able to see a very simple mission to completion. It’s embarrassing. It makes you wish you were able to take your damn suppressants again.

You haven’t taken them for about three years, ever since you became mated to Kylo. As soon as that happened, all of your suppressants were tossed and every medic on the Steadfast was strictly forbidden to give you any. If any were discovered, you knew exactly what price they’d have to pay. Before all that, you’d taken them regularly to give you some peace aboard the ship and keep your position as general safe. People were more willing to trust you with things if your omega status was… muted. It was easier to ignore.

The only reason you really got to keep your job was because you were damn good at it and you kept being an omega from getting in the way, so nobody cared. It was simple. Then Kylo came along, discovered you were Force sensitive, began to train you, and you fell for him hard. You ended up becoming his mate, his teeth laying claim to the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, right where your scent gland starts. He bears a similar mark from your own teeth. He was gracious enough to let you remain as a general, even if every primal instinct he has tells him to keep you away from your job because it’s dangerous. All because he knew how upset it’d make you if he took it away, and because you’re actually competent.

However, it puts you in situations like this where you’re trying to fight off an oncoming heat while you’re on an unknown planet in an unknown space and your alpha is a galaxy away from you. You’ve learned that your status as an omega comes before your position as a general.

Mallory gets you back on to your ship that’s specifically assigned to only you two for your own safety. Never before have you been so grateful for that. She heads towards the cockpit immediately, taking her seat in the pilots chair and flipping switches. You slink towards the back of the ship, craving an enclosed space and cold air. Your heat hasn’t hit you full force yet, but you know it’s a matter of hours. You know it’s a matter of hours until your brain is pure incomprehensible mush, until your body is on fire, and until there’s a need inside so deep that it consumes your entire being and only one man can satisfy it.

It always starts out slow, with everything feeling just a bit too sensitive and your temperature rising. Then you feel it in every gland you have, a slight throb to them as your scent changes and pheromone production skyrockets. You get sweaty and those stiff uniforms the First Order requires feel like they’re boiling you alive—hence why you’re removing your jacket now. Next is the nesting, creating your own little safe space where nothing can hurt you and it’s only for you and your alpha.

It’s extremely difficult in a sterile, empty ship. You can feel your omega start to panic as it realizes there’s nothing to nest with besides your own jacket and a thin, scratchy blanket from an emergency kit in the ship. Nothing with Kylo’s scent, nothing to keep your alpha close, nothing safe, it’s not safe, oh gods-

You whine low and sad in the back of your throat as you hopelessly try and try and try to rearrange your two items into something satisfactory in your little corner. It doesn’t work of course. It only serves to send you into more of a frenzy, wishing for anything else, wishing you were back on the Steadfast, back in you and Kylo’s shared rooms where you could make as big a nest as you want with his full closet at your disposal. Comfy sheets, pillows, big capes covered in his scent… thinking about it is not helping.

The ship rumbles to life beneath you and you can feel its vibrations from how your body is pressed against the floor. The cold metal helps to keep the fever raging through you at bay. You’re curled in on yourself, your hands at your neck massaging your aching glands and the bite mark that resides there. It does little to soothe your pain but it’s all you have. You faintly hear Mallory talking, though it’s drowned out by the buzzing in your head. Until a familiar, deep voice crackles through the ships comms and has you sitting up immediately, your attention laser-focused.

“I want her back on the Steadfast immediately.” Kylo says. He sounds angry, livid perhaps. It’s enough to make you feel the need to submit despite the fact he’s not even mad at you. Hearing him does something to your bond akin to reigniting it across the distance between the two of you. It gives you the smallest bit of a connection to cling on to and you wrap yourself in it, enjoying it while it lasts. You can feel his emotions, his need for you like you need him. He’s angry he isn’t there, that he can’t provide for his omega like a good alpha should. He’s irrationally scared too—scared that something might happen to you, that some other alpha might try to get to you. He’s like a ticking time bomb, ready to go off on anyone he deems fit.

“Yes, sir, I understand.” Mallory says. She looks over at one of the monitors, pressing a few controls on the screen. “Based on what fuel remains and if I avoid active fuel preservation, it should take about five standard hours to reach your coordinates.”

Five hours. By the time you reach the Steadfast, you’ll be well intro the throes of your heat, accelerated by the fact Kylo isn’t there to help you. You haven’t had a heat without your mate for a long time and your body is not happy about it. A wave of depression and anxiety washes over you, your fingers digging into the blanket and threatening to rip it.

Kylo can sense that, sense how panicked and upset you are and it only makes his rage grow. He knows he can’t do anything about the length of your return trip and it makes him feel useless, like a sorry excuse of an alpha. You almost feel bad for the staff back on the Steadfast. “If anything happens to her, I’ll have your fucking neck.” He snaps, voice crackling through the comms.

Mallory takes the threat with neutrality. It’s nothing new to her. “Yes, sir. You have my word that I’ll keep her safe.”

Kylo calls your name suddenly and it has you stumbling to your feet and towards the radio. You grasp at the back of Mallory’s chair to keep you stable. “Alpha?” You ask, voice unable to hide your desperation.

“I’m sorry this happened. It’ll be better soon.” Kylo promises, his tone softening just a bit when he talks with you. “Be good in the meantime.”

You nod even though he can’t see it. “I will, alpha.” You’d do anything he asks.

With that, the radio clicks off and he’s gone. It felt like the only support keeping you upright was just ripped away from you, his presence in your bond fleeing and leaving you with nothing. It made your chest constrict and heat lick down your back, everything seeming to spin. Mallory rises from her chair after putting the ship on autopilot. “Go lay back down. I don’t want you to collapse.” She says. “And take these.” She hands you two bottles of water that were brought along in case of emergencies. You’re going to need them more than anything with how much fluid you lose during your heat. You down one of the bottles immediately.

You obediently take the other back to your “nest”, spending another ten minutes trying to rearrange your blanket and jacket. You eventually just give up and flop down with your knees tucked up to your chest, trying to ignore the ache across the entirety of your body. Your thoughts are still coherent at least, though you can feel them steadily slipping away. Your omega just wants Kylo, wants him more than anything. Wants his scent, his strong arms, his lips on your gland, his knot.

There it is. You whimper, your nails digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood as you feel the first trickle of slick seep into your underwear. Your breath comes out in pants that fog the metal paneling under you, your face feeling like it’s on fire. You writhe on your blanket, distracting yourself with movement and trying to find any kind of position that provides relief. Squeezing your legs together helps a little, putting some pressure on your clit and releasing more slick. You know this pair of underwear is going to be unsalvageable by the time this is over.

You can feel the slick start to stain your pants, creating a wet spot that’ll keep spreading. The ache has moved lower, now settling in your stomach and making you nauseous. Its comes in waves of cramps and hot flashes and gushing slick, creating a combination that feels like actual hell. You know that that’s how it’ll stay with the intensity increasing as the hours pass without your alpha inside you. You wish so badly you could just sleep the time away, close your eyes and open them again to Kylo there to take care of you. But you don’t feel safe enough to fall asleep. Your nest is shit, the ship is too unfamiliar, and you’re right at the beginning of your heat when you’re most vulnerable without your alpha who’s supposed to protect you.

These next five hours are about to be the longest of your life.

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Time passes in a haze.

A haze full of desperation, need, fire raging in your blood, and slick coating your thighs. Your vision is blurred, like a film was put over your eyes. You try to focus on the feeling of the ship underneath you instead of… anything else. The state of being in heat is all you know now, you don’t even remember what it’s like to not be making a drooling mess of yourself over the thought of your alpha’s cock sinking into your aching cunt.

Mallory has been trying to ignore you the whole time for her own sanity; your whines, moans, panting, and the desperate whispers of Kylo’s name passing between your lips. She’s stayed well away in the safety of the cockpit, focusing on just getting you both back to the Steadfast. Even though she’s a beta and has no specific inclinations, she can still feel the headiness in the air, sticking to the back of her neck and making her skin prickle. This isn’t anything particularly new to her, she’s been by your side for years. She knows what it means to be an omega.

That’s why she’s glad when a final jump through lightspeed sends her sensors beeping and the massive hulk that is the Steadfast appears at the top of the viewport. She keeps her hands from shaking by gripping the controls of the ship, guiding it towards home base. She has no reason to be afraid really, Kylo Ren wouldn’t do anything to her without reason after she’s proved to be so faithful, and he’ll be too focused on you anyway. Still, she can’t help the little kernel of fear in her chest as your ship is latched onto by a gravitational beam and power is taken out of her control.

All of the commotion breaks you from your stupor. You prop yourself up weakly on your elbows, your jacket and blanket soaked in slick in a heap under you from all your twisting and turning. Your face is flushed like the rest of your body, your remaining clothes stuck to your skin because of the sweat. From your place on the floor you can just barely see through the viewport, watching as the ship pulls into one of the hangars. You can sense him now. He’s so close. It’s too bad your legs are too weak to support you, otherwise you’d use them to run out of the ship to greet him.

You feel the ship shake as it settles on the ground and you hear the sounds of it powering down. Mallory rises from her chair to get to the ramp controls, a hiss of depressurized air sounding as it lowers. She steps aside and bows her head as he enters. Finally.

Kylo instantly commands the entire space around him as soon as he comes aboard the ship. It’s like everything else around him fades away because nothing else matters. His black robes do a perfect job of outlining the muscles beneath them, his fractured helmet covering his face and making him look akin to death itself. He locks onto you, you can feel it, and instantly there’s a whine coming out of your throat. Your mate is here, your alpha is here after you had to wait for so long. Your excitement is like a buzzing that encompasses your mind to the point you can’t think about anything else.

And then his scent hits you. It’s musky and heavy, amplified by his rut that was triggered by his omega’s heat. He smells like a campfire in fall, smoky and laced with something like cinnamon. When you inhale it, it’s easy to imagine being in the forests of his home planet with a nice fire to keep you warm. There’s undertones of your own scent mixed in from your mating, creating a nice combination of the two to let anyone know that you belong to one another. His scent instantly becomes the only thing you know and starts your heat all over again, fresh waves of slick pouring from your cunt and cramps seizing your stomach.

Kylo smells it, it slams into him like a freight ship, sending him reeling. He resists every feral instinct in him telling him to pounce on you right then, to pin you down and fuck your heat away, to finally take care of the constant bulge in his pants, knowing that he needs to get you somewhere safe first. Somewhere other alphas won’t be tempted by you, even if you’re mated. His scent on you sometimes isn’t enough to deter the most depraved; his hands clench into fists at the thought, the leather of his gloves creaking.

“Alpha… please..” you whimper, reaching your arms out towards him, needing so badly just to feel him, to touch him. You can barely think straight, the only thing in your head being him, him, him. He can’t deny you anything. The metal panels beneath his boots thunder with the power of his steps, it makes you quiver. Alpha is so strong, so capable.

“I know. I’m here now.” He says as he scoops you easily into his arms, voice crackling through the modifier in his helmet. It sends pleasant shivers down your spine. You can hear how ragged his breathing is, can feel it when his chest is pressed against your cheek. You cling to his padded tunic, the material familiar and comforting beneath your fingers. You become surrounded by his scent and it brings some relief to the pain you’ve been feeling, putting your omega at ease with your alpha finally with you.

You shrink yourself as much as possible in his hold as he walks down the ramp of the ship, your face buried against his arm. There’s a spike of anxiety in your chest once the bright lights and all the different smells of the Steadfast reach you; the sharp metal tang, the hints of sterile cleaning products, and then the sweat and musk of every aberrant in that hangar. It’s overwhelming when you’re fresh into your heat, but Kylo is quick to soothe you. His body produces more of his own scent to mask everything else, pheromones changing ever so slightly to have a more calming effect on you. He’s still not entirely used to the way everything about him is so tailored to you and only you even after all this time, but he loves the pride he feels when he successfully gets you to relax.

All of the workers within the hangar stay well away from Kylo. Nobody is stupid enough to approach the Supreme Leader and his mate with the state you’re in. It would only end up getting their heads detached from their shoulders. He’s given a wide berth while walking through the halls of the ship, taking whatever shortcuts he can to reach your shared rooms faster. Everything feels so hot, your breath coming out in pants and your clothes so unbearable because of the way they’ve been drenched in your fluids. You’re whimpering in his arms, sounding so sad and pathetic as your fingers knead into his chest. “I know,” he says again, softer this time, “I’ll make it better.”

There’s the beep of a control panel as Kylo gets the hydraulic doors to your rooms open, bringing you inside and letting them bang shut behind him. You’re greeted with fresh, cold air against your burning skin and comforting familiarity—your safe space. Kylo goes to set you down and you nearly wail at the thought of losing contact, not able to bear it after being without him for too long. “Just one second, I promise.” He tells you, laying a large hand against your cheek, the leather warm from the heat of his palms. You listen to your alpha like the good omega you are, standing there squeezing your legs together while he removes his helmet. His beauty always manages to enrapture you. His sharp features and pale skin dotted with freckles, the black waves of his hair that fall around his face. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks, his pupils blown wide with desire. He carelessly puts his helmet aside.

Then he’s on you. His lips press against yours, hot and needy and wet, his hands coming up to grasp each side of your face. You can’t help but moan into his mouth, your arousal spiking even higher from the urgency in his kiss. You’re surprised you can even produce more slick with how much you’re already covered in but you feel another wave of it drip down your thighs anyway. His tongue licks against your teeth, exploring your mouth that you’ve willingly opened for him.

His hands are heavy weights on your hips. He moves them down to cup your ass, then lifting you easily so your legs are wrapped around his middle. His raging erection presses slightly against your aching cunt and you gasp sharply as a shiver shoots up your spine, causing you to break from your kiss. You can’t help but try to grind down on it, creating a wet spot on his pants from your slick. He groans against you, trying not to drop you from the stimulation.

He’s quick to bring you into the bedroom, kissing you with more fervor. You manage a glance backwards and see just what Kylo’s done to your shared bed. You both barely make it to the haphazard nest he’d made for you in his own desperation, his mind wanting to protect a mate that wasn’t even there and driving himself insane over it. It’s full of dark blankets, pillows, and just about every article of clothing from his closet—soft tunics, capes, undershirts—piled onto the bed so it’s positively drenched in his scent. It’s absolutely heavenly as you fall back into it, surrounded entirely by your alpha. Kylo follows after you, shedding his clothes as he goes and merely adding them onto the nest, the scent of them fresh and potent.

“All for you,” he breathes against you, sticking his face into the crook of your neck, “everything is for you.” He inhales against your gland, tongue darting out to lick sensually at it. You squirm beneath him, moaning openly as your swollen, red gland is finally given attention. His bare hands slip beneath your white tank, pulling it up and over your body, the cold air making your nipples perk up instantly. Your pants and underwear are next to come off and you squeak when your slick becomes chilly against your skin.

“Fuck,” Kylo groans, “smell so good.”

“Alpha,” you whine, wrapping your arms across his wide shoulders to bring him closer, “alpha please…”

The ache and pain you feel is starting to become too much. You need him, you need him to fuck you, to pump you full of his cum and plug you up with his knot. Just the thought of it is enough to make your legs quiver and for your cunt to flutter. He knows exactly what you’re thinking of and he feels the need in himself just as much. He needs to take care of his omega, to make sure you won’t want for anything, and guarantee that you become swollen with his pups. A growl rumbles in his chest, his cock jumping at the idea.

His hand that was on your hip moves lower and he doesn’t hesitate to sink two fingers into your heat. They meet no resistance, sliding in and out with complete ease from the way your body has been preparing yourself for this for the last five hours. You throw your head back, mouth falling open at the relief you feel from finally having something fill you, cunt clenching in appreciation. The sounds your body makes are disgusting, copious amounts of slick being sloshed around by Kylo’s fingers. It’s wet and depraved and nasty and you’re enjoying every moment of it. He uses his thumb against your clit, rubbing back and forth and nearly making you scream. That combined with his mouth altering between the glands on either side of your neck makes it very easy for you to cum. Your body seizes, muscles constricting as pleasure wracks your body.

You can feel part of that fire within you finally die down, but it’s still not enough. There’s still an ache nestled deep inside you that his fingers can’t help with. “Please! Alpha, please, more..” you cry, grabbing at his arm to try and pull him up, to make him give you what you want so badly. You need his cock, the thing red and begging for attention, standing tall against his abdomen and dribbling precum.

His fingers withdraw from the warmth of your cunt and it makes you wince and whimper at the loss, your legs immediately trying to close and rub together in an attempt to get some friction. “What a desperate thing you are.” Kylo mutters, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth and running his tongue along them to gather your slick. You’ve seen him do this countless times but it still has your face blushing furiously. He hums his delight. “Delicious, as always.”

He gets his hand under your back, scooping you up and flipping you onto your stomach. He tugs you towards him harshly, repositioning you like a doll so your ass is in the air, your face pressed against the materials of the nest. Kylo’s scent overwhelms your nostrils, heady and aroused. A mixture of slick and cum oozes from you, dripping down the lips of your cunt and your clit and onto the bed below. You wiggle your lower half, trying to entice him. “Please… need you..” you say, voice muffled by the pillow you’re currently hiding your face in.

Kylo’s hands run from your breasts, down your sides, and settle on your hips, the rough texture of his callouses making you shiver. “My beautiful mate.” He whispers, enthralled by your body as his eyes trace over it. The head of his cock prods at your entrance and you suck in your breath. You nearly sob as he sinks to the hilt inside your cunt not even a second after, your nails digging into the blankets below you from how full you feel. Kylo stretches you to your limit, getting so deep into you it’s like you can feel him in your stomach. He sighs in relief, his massive body bending over yours so his forehead rests against your shoulder. His chest is so warm against your back, his big muscled arms braced on either side of you. You’re basically caged in and pinned down, completely at his mercy. You couldn’t be happier. Your omega keens at the attention, at your alpha displaying his complete dominance over you.

His first thrust is bliss—sliding out of you almost entirely before slamming back in, his pelvis pressed sharply against your ass. He does it again, and again, getting steadily faster with each one until he’s built up a steady rhythm that has your entire being shaking with the power of it beneath him. Your mouth hangs open, drool falling from your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head. His grunts and groans and rumbles fill your ears, your own moans rising to meet them. He presses his lips against the gland that bears your bite mark, breathing you in again and moaning. “My mate, my mate,” he says reverently along your skin, “fuck- m’gonna fill you so good. You’ll give me pups, won’t you? You’ll make me a strong heir.”

“Yes! Yes, anything!” You wail. To your heat addled mind, nothing sounds better. Nothing sounds better than him filling you so full of his cum that there’s no way you don’t get pregnant. You want him so deep that he gets directly to your womb. You want to satisfy your alpha, you want to show him how obedient you are. Yes, you’ll do whatever he wants.

“My good girl.” Kylo praises, sucking your gland into his mouth and making you scream from the pleasure. It’s so shockingly intimate, warmth blooming in your chest and spreading along your body. He’s always been obsessed with your glands, even before you were mated. Your scent brings him so much comfort, such a feeling of home that he can’t stay away. He has his nose buried in the crook of your neck whenever he can and he it turns him on when he’s able to get his tongue on them. Your scent sticks to the roof of his mouth, it becomes the only thing he knows, the only thing he can taste. He fucking loves it.

“So good, sweetheart.” He gasps, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair. He watches where his cock disappears into your cunt, entranced. “Needed to fuck you so bad..”

If your brain wasn’t pure mush right now, you’d agree with him. But you can’t think with the way his cock is splitting you open, each thrust piercing your cunt and hitting that spot right at the top that seems impossible to reach without him. It makes it feel like lightning is igniting your blood, your vision flashing white. You didn’t realize how hard you were gripping the blankets until his large hand perfectly eclipses yours, his fingers slipping between your own so you hold on to him instead.

You hear his growl by your ear as his thrusts become more erratic, knowing he’s getting close. His free hand reaches under you to your clit, fingers playing with it roughly. He’s going to make sure you go along with him. You jerk from the added stimulation bordering on overstimulation from the constant pounding of his cock and the sensitivity from you already cumming once. Your moans get louder and louder, punctuated by each thrust he gives you, breaking in the middle and becoming more high pitched than usual. Your breath is pushed from your lungs, the pillow beneath you is soaked in drool.

“Mmn, shit-“ Kylo groans. He sounds drunk when he talks, his words slurred by his rut and pleasure. “Gonna give you pups. M’gonna knot you, you’ll be so good. My perfect mate.”

Yes, yes that sounds like everything you could ever want. “Please, please! Please alpha I need you-“ you beg, finally finding some semblance of your voice. “I need your knot!”

Kylo grunts his acknowledgment, his thrusts picking up the pace as he teeters on the edge. Then you feel it. Swelling begins at the base of his cock, steadily getting bigger. His movements are forced to slow along with it, becoming more and more restricted as his knot grows. Just as you feel like he’s stretched you to the brink, he lowers his head and sinks his teeth into your bonding mark. You scream. You scream so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if someone walking by outside your rooms heard you. Your vision is pure white, you feel like you can’t breathe, and you feel such a deep connection to Kylo in that moment that it pushes you over the edge. You cum harshly around his cock and his knot, cunt spasming. He cums at that same moment, hot ropes of his seed coating your walls white and his knot plugging your hole to keep it all in.

Neither of you move for a good minute because quite frankly, you’re not able to. The aftershocks are enough to keep you frozen, simply panting and trying to catch your breath. Your entire body is buzzing with pleasure and it feels like you’re floating in the clouds. Kylo is the one to come-to first, getting his arms under you to flip you both on your sides so that he’s spooning you, chest pressed firmly against your back and his big body practically engulfing you. The movement jostles his knot and makes more cum spurt from his cock and it sounds like he chokes on his breath.

He sighs, kissing the back of your neck before shifting his attention to your bond mark. Kylo’s tongue runs over it soothingly, almost like an apology for biting you. He just felt the primal need in him to refresh the mark, to let anyone else know that you belong to him. With the way you’re absolutely covered head to toe in his scent, you think everyone across the galaxy will know. “You okay?” He murmurs once he’s satisfied.

You nod, even though it feels like too much work. “Mhm.” You’re exhausted. Your heat was completely fucked out of you… for now at least. You know it’ll come back in an hour or two, ready for the same thing all over again. At least your alpha will be with you this time.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Kylo says, his voice so full of love and adoration for you. He kisses along your jaw to the back of your ear. “My sweet omega.” You love his praise, you love the moments after when he’s so soft and gentle with you. It makes you feel so safe and happy, like you have everything you could ever ask for. And you do, really, because he’s so willing to get you anything, to provide you with everything.

He’s quiet for a moment before kissing your gland again. You can tell something was bothering him. “Never should’ve let you go on that mission.” He mutters, anger biting at his tone. “I should’ve known it was too close.”

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect it either.” You say, taking his hand that had been wrapped around your waist into your own. “It’s fine now.”

“I could feel when you were going into heat,” he continues, burying his face in your neck to remind himself that you’re here, “I could feel it and I wasn’t there… it drove me fucking insane. I needed to get to you.”

You can only imagine how it affected him, sensing you across the galaxy and being so incapable of helping you at all. You get glimpses of those past emotions through your bond; how angry he was, how agitated and scared. He’s far more attuned to the Force than you are, so it was much easier for him to connect to you than it was for you to connect to him. He had to just stand back while you suffered.

“Kylo, it’s okay.” You murmur again, bringing the back of his hand to your lips to break him from his thoughts. “I’m here now. You took care of me so well. You built such a good nest.”

That seems to calm him down. “I did? I just threw what I could on to the bed.”

You nod. “It’s far better than what I had in that ship.” You nuzzle into the soft materials. “Good for pups.” Just the mention has his cock throbbing inside you and pushing out more cum, as if making sure that that actually happens. You both groan.

Once he’s done, you sigh contentedly and look around. “Though… maybe just a few things could be fixed.” You say, reaching out to fix said things as you do. They’d been bothering that primal part of you that enjoys the nesting for a while. A pillow was just a bit out of a place, a blanket wasn’t fluffed up enough by just a tad, and one of his capes was just slightly askew. It makes you feel kind of crazy, but it puts your mind at ease. The whole thing has Kylo chuckling.

He brushes hair back from your face. “You should rest while you can.” He orders. “You’ll need it.”

You’re already starting to feel drowsy again, so you can’t even argue. The low, rumbling purr that’s started in Kylo’s chest adds to it. It’s such a soothing sound—just like a cat’s purr, instantly making your body relax against him. You can feel the vibrations from it reverberated in your back. You curl up as best you can in his hold with his knot still in you, his strong arms secure around your middle. There’s no need for a blanket because Kylo keeps you plenty warm—he’s like your own personal heater.

Laying there in your big, comfy nest with your alpha holding you close and his scent all around you, with your heat finally satiated… it’s so, so easy to fall asleep.

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hear me hear me

freaky beautiful old man conquest with his viltrumite stamina and old age, you just know he's lasting days if he feels like it, only stopping when the other has to catch her/their breath and he's just looking at them full of a strange fondness and just counting the seconds before they are ready for him again because we know it ain't never enough for this man🙏🙏

yes yes oh god YES this man, despite being (at the very least) 6000 years older than you and even considered old and potentially past suitability for mating in the eyes of his people, fucks that pussy UP every single time. over and over and over. he will not stop until one of you passes out. 98% of the time, that's you. it's okay, he knows your precious body gets overloaded, no matter how he cock-trains you. he loves it, being able to fry your mind like that, make you feel so much you stop feeling at all.

when it all gets too much for his little one, he knows the signs. not just going limp, but going quiet. your eyes glaze over or close, you're unresponsive to his teasing. he knows his darling has had enough. he slows it all right down to a stop, caressing your face, sitting up from you, letting you breathe.

you'll come back to it, even mewl out a soft, confused "why'd you stop?", but he'll chuckle softly, soothing your furrowed brow with a kiss. he can't stop touching you, that would be heresy. he gets you in the bath and lathers that body up in those flowery soaps you like, that make you smell like a little pixie. caresses your bruised skin, the bites, the hickeys, the swells. reverent and solemn. lets you fuss, lets you whine. he knows, he's a lot. but you're so good at taking him, so good at opening that little body up for him, that gorgeous flower between your legs always able to bloom for him now, if he so much as purrs at the right frequency it knows to prepare itself. ah, but he knows it's hard work, being so good. he takes good care of what little he does own, he wants his sweet little one to last. wants her to be happy and healthy and always associating his touch with all the good things in the world, not the bad. he wraps you up in a towel, bundles you in his arms, lays you back down in bed and massages your body with your lotions and oils, loves this part the most, when he gets to see your curves slick and shiny and glossy like a polished statue of some celestial goddess. he's always very good at bringing you back to yourself after you lose yourself so many times to his cock. and there you were, his little fighter, beaming up at him like the eager little kitten you were, mewling happily when his rough hand cups your pussy. that little happy sound tells him it's okay to press his fingers inside and get you stretched out again for the next round <3