#this is eclipse from that drabble i had made

[rhonuscorner]

What would Eclipse do if we got hurt really bad while protecting him? Let’s say there’s some kind of conflict happening on the planet, and Eclipse told us not to go out and stay somewhere safe, but we see him getting cornered and an enemy coming in behind him, so we rush to save him, but pay the price for it. Would he be upset; angry, sad, worried? Or would he be kind of impressed, like wow the human just risked their life for me. Sorry that’s kinda long, I just thought of this while at work and just had to type it out real quick lol

I was gonna answer this as a normal ask but then I remembered I actually wrote a drabble for this months ago lol. Sooooo have a drabble. It's not great but eh.

Warnings for blood and injury.

He watched it happen as if in slow-motion. You were there so suddenly, without warning, appearing in his peripheral before he could even think to shout out a warning. The yell of his name in your voice. The bright flash of a plasma rifle, the way your body was thrown backwards, catching the blast that was meant to end his life.

He watched you fall like a puppet whose strings had been cut, left unsupported as you dropped to the ground with a sharply cut-off cry of pain.

He'd told you to stay back. The battlefield was no place for a little human with no combat experience. Fighting off invaders was something he was used to, not you. He should never have allowed you to accompany him when the call for help came in, he should've made you stay behind on the Capital Ship where it was safe.

But no, you insisted. “I can offer moral support!” you'd teased with a bright grin you knew he was weak for in an attempt to break his resolve. “Safely from the sidelines! You won't have to worry about me.” You knew he already had trouble denying your insatiable curiosity, often giving in despite the repeated warnings of his advisors to not tell and show you too much of their home and way of life.

Eclipse knew he shouldn't, they'd all learned the hard way not to trust outsiders at the cost of many lives, but how could he resist when you looked at him the way you so often did? And then you'd pleaded with him in his own tongue, and even though you'd butchered most of the words with your human accent Eclipse couldn't fight back his own amusement. His siblings had been trying to teach you at your request, your wish to learn in the hopes it would make it easier to earn the trust of the people. Their language wasn't an easy one for outsiders to pick up, but still you were determined. You worked so hard, tried your very best and it was nothing short of commendable.

And so he'd said yes.

He'd trusted you to keep yourself safely out of harm's way – just like you'd promised him – and now look at what had happened. Despite it all you had jumped in to save his life at the risk of your own and in the end, the only one he could truly blame for you getting hurt... was himself.

With a roar Eclipse turned on your attacker, rifle in hand and squeezed the trigger, blasts of blinding plasma bursting out of the barrel to slam into the body of the one who had shot you. He kept the trigger pressed until the weapon in his hands turned too hot to the touch, until his enemy was reduced to nothing but a smoking pile of atoms on the ground before he threw it aside, not caring where it landed.

He was at your curled up side in an instant, hands shaking when he reached out for you and oh so carefully gripped your shoulder to roll you onto your back. Smoke billowed from the burned edges of your shirt, framing the blackened flesh of your shoulder as bright red blood oozed from the grisly wound, soaking in the ground beneath. It was deep and it was bad. Very bad.

“Why did you do that?” he snapped as he unclasped his cloak with hurried movements. “You promised you'd stay back!”

“O-oops?” you wheezed and despite the clear pain you were in, you raised a shaky thumbs up and grinned. “Worth it t-though.”

“Stubborn.” Eclipse hissed as he carefully wrapped the thick, velvet-like material around your smaller body, uncaring of the blood that soaked into the expensive fabric. Balling up one corner he pressed it firmly down onto the blistering wound, ignoring your pained cry as he grabbed your opposite hand and guided you to keep pressure on it. “Are all humans like that or is it just you?”

You didn't give him an answer right away and he wasn't expecting one, listening to you biting back a whimper as he moved his hands under you and as gently as he could, lifted you off the ground.

“B-both?” you wheezed as he rose to his feet with you cradled against his chest, safely in his arms. “Stubborn is humanity's middle name, but...”

Eclipse glanced down, brows lowering in a soft look of growing concern as you pressed your face against his shoulder and squeezed your eyes shut. Wetness gathered along your lashes, your trembling lips parted as you took ragged breaths.

“... it's k-kinda my specialty too... Saved you.”

Teeth grit Eclipse turned on his heel and hurriedly marched back to the scouting ship they'd used to get here. Behind him the battle raged on but he knew his men were capable enough to finish the invaders without him and leave no prisoners. He wouldn't accept a different outcome.

“You did.”

You were shaking in his arms, he could feel the tremors shoot through your smaller frame even through the thick fabric of the cloak you were bundled in.

You weren't going to die. He wouldn't allow it. In that sense he was stubborn too. You'd disobeyed his clear orders, something he wouldn't tolerate under most circumstances... but you had done it to save his life. You. A stranger. An outsider.

An alien.

You'd saved him, and now he was going to save you.

[child-of-the-cosmos]

He workin'.

Drabble I made > here.

[jinusajas]

04/02/25; 07:25pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ you catch them pleasuring themselves ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

there was no way to get out of your business trip, and you had been away from home for close to two weeks now. you figured that sylus would have been busy with his own work with onychinus as well-

that he wouldn’t miss you as much as you missed him.

you came back to the n109 zone in the middle of the night, unable to wait until the morning. there was a reason behind your return home during these ungodly hours, and that was for the sole purpose of surprising your beloved with your early return.

entering the safe house, your heels clicked with a purpose across the marble flooring, with you unfastening them before tossing them aside as you made your way to your shared bedroom.

as you inched closer and closer to the door, you began to hear strangled moans, the sound causing you to rush forward when you peek through the door-

only to feel your mouth go dry in response to the scene settled in front of you.

on the bed was sylus with his back arched. wet sounds were heard echoing throughout the room as he fisted his hard cock within his hand, stroking it with such fervor that it made your knees clash together in response. from the way his breathing hitched and how his hand moved at a faster pace, it was clear that he was getting close to his release.

fueled by your desire, you swiftly enter the room, slamming the door wide open. sylus turns his head over toward the sudden sound, your name coming out of his lips in a drawn out groan, “am i dreaming, or is it really you, kitten?”

practically salivating at the mere sight of him, you move his hand away, allowing you to see his cock in its entirety before settling yourself between his legs. your eyes were eclipsed with darkness, tinged with lust as you gave his inner thigh a gentle kiss. “it’s me, sy, and i must say, you gave me one hell of a homecoming surprise.”

“i could say the same to you, sweetie.” with his hands lovingly gripping at your hair, you allow your fingers to trace the veins that surround his shaft. basking in the way you feel his cock pulsate in response to your soft touch, you give sylus a coy smile before surging toward him, taking in as much of him that you could fit into your mouth.

his response was immediate, hands further delving into your hair as he slowly guides you up and down his cock. the sensation of your hot mouth wrapped oh so sweetly around him was enough to make him nearly release-

and while you gave sylus the best reunion of his life, you were certain now that the onychinus leader had missed you just as much as you missed him.

unfortunately for you, zayne had been stuck at the hospital for a few days now, working overtime as he had been swamped with surgeries. your phone calls were always cut short while your texts had been left on read-

but you didn’t fault zayne for his lack of communication, since you knew how stressful his job was. so instead of further bothering him with your calls and texts, you left him alone (ignoring how hard it was for you to do.)

a few days later, you began to worry about your boyfriend and decided to cook and pack up a nice meal for him. you knew that he must have not been eating well due to the lack of time. you bringing him a nice, home cooked meal was just one of many acts of love you didn’t mind performing for your beloved doctor.

navigating through the halls of akso hospital with a practiced expertise, you head towards the floor that housed zayne’s office. as you neared the frosted glass door, you heard his groans coming from inside of the office, jostling the doorknob to find that it was locked. extracting the spare office key zayne had made for you, you quickly unlock the door while calling out to him-

“zayne!”

the rest of your words seemed to die against your throat, with your bag filled with food falling to the ground as zayne’s office door shuts on its own. zayne was settled back against his chair, his scrubs askew while his hair remained a tangled mess of ebony locks (appearing as though he had ran his hands through them).

yet perhaps what was more shocking was the sight of his pants pooled against his ankles while his cock was laid bare for all to see. you watch as beads of precum kept escaping from his cockhead, the sight of it all sending shivers down your spine when you take careful steps closer to him.

“hah… what are you doing here? aren’t you… m-mad at me?”

you shake your head in response, taking off your skirt and panties before settling yourself on his lap. pressing your aching sex against his erection, you listen to zayne’s hitched breathing before stroking the side of his cock with your slick heat.

he tosses his head back, hands gripping at the armrest while his eyes remain clenched shut. “i was never mad at you.” you admit to him with a soft mewl, feeling the tip of his cock continuously brushing against your swollen clit.

“but… you stopped calling and texting me- ngh!” you speed up your strokes, pressing yourself against his chest while allowing your honeyed arousal to coat at the underside of his cock. “hah… silly zaynie, i only did that to stop distracting you.”

he ends up gripping at your backside, “don’t ever stop texting or calling m-me, i need to hear your voice, honey.”

only when you promised to keep calling him did he finally surge forward, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss that swallows the rest of your moans.

were your eyes playing tricks on you?

or were you really seeing xavier, your usually calm and collected hunter boyfriend desperately rutting his hips against your pillow?

you had left for an extended amount of time, needing to attend a mandatory conference that was part of your job. sure, you and xavier kept in close contact through calls and texts throughout the month-

but you suppose it wasn’t enough to ease xavier of his desperation for you.

not wishing to interrupt him, you take a closer peak, finally noticing how he had one of your oversized shirt covering the pillow. his eyes were clenched shut each time he buries his cock between the mattress and the pillow, letting out tiny whimpers of your name in between thrusts.

unable to ignore the ache felt between your legs, you announce your arrival home by slamming the door wide open. “how cute… did you miss me that much, xavier?”

his eyes widen almost immediately, caught mid-thrust as his cock was hidden within the pillow once more. he lets out a low groan of your name, yet you were too focused on the outline of his cock straining against the pillow case.

“would you like some help?” you ask the philos prince casually, taking off your clothes as he tossed aside your pillow. he settles himself back in bed, grabbing you by the wrist once you were left bare for him as you land on him.

your legs were settled on either sides of his waist when you felt xavier gripping at your waist before slamming you down on his cock was a startling accuracy. you were unable to speak now, solely focused on the way xavier met your hips in an upward thrust, as evident of how much he had needed you this past month.

you enter your boyfriend’s luxurious home, softly calling out his name.

“rafayel? where are you?”

you go deeper into the house, frowning a bit when you heard several wet sounds coming from his studio. was he busy mixing paint for his latest commission?

stepping closer to the room the lemurian had made into his studio, you slowly open the door, about to call out his name when the sight of rafayel naked while settled on the couch makes you nearly stop breathing.

his groans and pants of your name echo throughout the room, with his hips rutting into what looked like a toy. his cock kept disappearing into the flesh colored toy, the squelching sounds of his cock pumping with a desperation into it filling you with a ridiculous amount of envy.

it didn’t matter that he was currently whimpering your name while fucking himself into the fleshlight-

only you should get the privilege of riding his cock.

“you’re so desperate and needy that you couldn’t wait for me?”

rafayel’s attention snaps back to you, eyes going bleary for a brief moment before smirking back at you. upon seeing you, he tosses the now useless toy aside, spreading his legs while further revealing his pretty cock to you.

with a come hither expression, you toss aside your clothes, remaining bare for him while eager to show him how it’s really done.

you came home from work a bit later than usual, returning to your shared apartment with caleb as you announced your return home.

as you take off your heals, you purse your lips at the silence that greets you. strange, caleb was usually home at this time, yet you heard no response from him.

“caleb?” you try once more to announce your arrival, stepping into the kitchen. your heart melts upon seeing your plate of dinner at the dining table-

yet your colonel was still nowhere in sight.

going deeper into the apartment, you saw that the light was on in the laundry room. feeling the excitement coursing through your veins, you knew that caleb had to be in the midst of washing your clothes, with you now tiptoeing toward the room in hopes of surprising him.

yet what you saw ends up taking your breath away instead.

his back was facing you, yet you could see how your hamper filled with your clothes was settled next to him. as you trail your eyes toward the ground, you realize that a bunch of your panties had been left on the floor, further accentuating your confusion.

you nearly jump back when caleb lets out a series of groans, his hands seeming to move rapidly against… something. stepping closer to him, you strain your head towards his front only to feel the heat blossoming from within your veins at the sight of caleb fucking his erection into one of your lace panties.

the flimsy fabric was wrapped securely around caleb’s hard cock, and he was stroking himself with the soft material. you must have made a noise since caleb immediately meets your gaze, magenta eyes now hidden by darkness as he lets out a groan of your name.

yet perhaps what was more sinful was how he didn’t stop his movements even when he was caught.

“ngh, hah, i would say it isn’t what it looks like, pipsqueak, but… hah… it’s hard to make up an excuse. you must think i’m pathetic, right?” you meet his gaze, noticing how his cheeks were stained a bright scarlet hue, yet instead of teasing him-

you end up helping him.

taking off your clothes, you climb on top of the washer and spread your legs for him, earning an almost feral look from your boyfriend. “come on, toss aside those ruined panties and fuck this instead.”

needing no further urging from you, caleb tosses the lace panties to the ground, allowing it to join with your other collections before surging forward. he captures your lips in a searing kiss, distracting you from the sight of his cock felt tracing at your outer lips before sliding within your heat.

he sets a rapid pace, bracing the palm of his hand against the washing machine as you felt yourself losing all of your senses-

succumbing yourself to caleb’s desperate lovemaking.

end notes: hhhhh the way i would just jump on all of their dicks immediately if i caught them 🙂‍↕️🤤

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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Something Old, Something New: The World Around Us

Hi everyone, its AlynWrench! I don't normally write fanfics or drabbles but I participated in a writing sprint with some pals and cooked this up This is for my DCA X YN Oddity Shop AU Something Old, Something New! A story taking place in a thrift/oddity shop ran by an old lady named Mildred who took in the daycare attendant as an employee and hired you in after requesting a position. I don't post about it a lot so here's some art for visual purposes, then you can get to reading!

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"Why are the kids clothes cleaner than the adult clothing in this bag?" You mutter.

"Excuse me?"

You look up to eclipse after folding a set of frilly girls shorts, embroidered with butterflies and sequins. "You ever think that says something about like, their relationship? The responsibility of the parents?"

You can see the gears turning in his motherboard, optics darting between your own eyes as if trying to figure out what exactly is going on in your mind.

"Okay, so- Typically kids run around, they get into messes." You grab another piece, this time a pink girls shirt with some cartoon you recall airing recent, not quite remembering the name. "And I get these days kids don't go outside as much but they're still clumsy, they still spill ice-cream and slip on ice and all that stuff. But these clothes are spotless."

"Okay…?" You feel a sense of humor coming from his voicebox, like he's not sure where this is going. As you speak you watch him examine a painting that was also donated to the store, scanning it for imperfections or grime.

"But now look at this" You lift up an adult sized shirt, stained by the collar and ripped at the edge. "Or this." A woman's dress, the edges of the straps where your arms poke through ruined with deodorant and some sort of yellowing on the white, imperfections spotted around.

Eclipse stands up from the small circle you both were sitting in and heads to a wall, hanging the painting and then placing a price sticker on it. "Oh, I see! You're suggesting that the parents let the child wear their clothes?"

"No, not at all. I'm just saying-" you wave your hands in a small circle, trying to get your own thoughts turning in a way that's easy to explain. "- It makes me wonder what the dynamic at home is like, you know? There's so many possibilities." You toss the dirty clothes into a nearby bin for recycling. "Are the parents immature, has the child taken on an older role than she'd like? Or maybe the parents don't have the means to keep their own clothes neat so they just make sure the child is cared for first."

"Why are you worried about all of that? It doesn't affect you in any way." He adjusts the picture then rotates his faceplate towards you, body following with a slight delay.

"Maybe not.. I just.. You don't think about why people donate this stuff, why its in the condition it's in?"

He seems to freeze in place, trying to generate a decent answer to give. "… No, not particularly."

You give a small hum, standing up to throw away the garbage bag you'd been searching through. In a way it made you feel a little crazy, but you also remind yourself it's not surprising he doesn't understand. After all his thoughts are more programmed than anything.

But that's when he finally responds.

"I sometimes wonder, why they donated me."

His tone is quieter than you're used to, like when he's speaking to Mildred's cat or talking to himself in the few times you've caught him doing so.

"You do?"

"I do."

He leans on the wall, tugging on his sleeve while he looks everywhere except towards you.

"Why not throw me away? Especially with the state I was found in. Shattered plastic and metal, in a state of trying to destroy myself- in a state of delirium where two of my defaults… Were fighting. I don't like thinking about how I was acting when I was in that place."

You had only learned certain aspects of his past, let alone found him in those defaults he mentioned very rarely. Sun and Moon, he called them. And each time you did find him in those states, it was always on accident. He hated you seeing him like that. But at the end of the day, you never really minded.

"I'm glad they sent you here." You murmur. "I'm glad I met you. I'm glad Mildred hired me here. I- I'm glad you don't mind talking to me about, you know. This stuff."

Eclipse finally turns to you, astonished you can safely assume. A soft chuckle escapes his body. "As long as you feel that way, I guess… That relieves me."

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[godricgryffinsnore]

Hi Della, I am gonna be shameless and ask for a Friedrich Harding angst to fluff. LIKE LEGIT ANGST. Please make me tear up or bawl my eyes out. idc. I need to feel something. Maybe she fell first but he fell harder type of trope??? Maybe Harding believed Anna is it for him but in reality it’s the reader whom he really wants? HSHSHHAHAHA I AM BABBLING AT THIS POINT BUT I HOPE YOU GET WHAT I MEAN. 😭

The Wrong Name In The Dark ♡ : A Friedrich Harding Fan Fiction.

pairing : Friedrich Harding x female!reader

summary : A hauntingly poetic tale of unspoken love, aching devotion, and soul-deep yearning, where shadows of the past threaten to eclipse a heart that has waited too long to be seen. In the quiet ruins of heartbreak, love finds its voice—and redemption.

warnings : Intense emotional angst, Themes of unrequited love and emotional neglect, Mentions of crying, grief, and internalized heartbreak, A scene with mistaken identity/intimacy, Begging, emotional vulnerability, and desperate confessions, Heavy gothic imagery and melancholy tone, Mentions of blood/curse (Nosferatu themes), Redemption arc and emotional healing. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3. This is a drabble, i.e, an extremely short fiction.

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I. THE NAME THAT WASN’T YOURS

You learned to live with shadows.

They curled around your ankles like smoke, crept into the lining of your soul, and whispered lullabies of silence. And he—Friedrich Harding—was the storm inside the silence. A man cloaked in enigma, all stern bone structure and unspoken tragedies, the very embodiment of winter itself.

You loved him in secret.

Loved him in the way the moon loves the tide—always pulling, never reaching.

You watched him turn his gaze toward Anna with the weight of something ancient, something cruel. She was light. The kind of light that blinds. You, on the other hand, were the soft candle left burning in the church long after the choir stopped singing.

You were not her.

And he—he never looked at you the way he looked at Anna.

Until he did.

But by then… it was far too late.

── .✦

II. THE FALL

There was a night—the night it all split open.

He was feverish, haunted. Nosferatu’s curse bled from his skin like ink. You found him crumpled in the cathedral ruins, whispering her name like a prayer—Anna, Anna, Anna—as if it were the only thing keeping him from collapsing into ash.

You knelt beside him, hands trembling, heart breaking.

“Friedrich,” you whispered. But he didn’t hear you.

Only her name passed through those cracked lips.

You should have left him there. But love makes masochists of us all.

So you stayed. You wrapped your arms around his broken body, even as the night swallowed you both. And when he reached for you in his delirium, mistaking your warmth for hers, and kissed you—God—you let him.

Because you were nothing if not loyal to your own destruction.

── .✦

III. THE AFTERMATH

He didn’t speak to you for days after that night. Not a glance, not a word. Just that tortured silence of his.

But you saw it.

The change.

He looked at Anna like she was the sun. But he looked at you like you were the stars—distant, yes, but constant. Always there. Always waiting.

And still… he said nothing.

You cried in the chapel one evening, when you thought no one could see. The pews were empty. The sky outside was bleeding.

But he saw.

He always saw.

── .✦

IV. THE TURNING

When Anna left—when she chose another—you expected to find Friedrich broken.

Instead, you found him quiet.

A dangerous kind of quiet.

He came to you that night, soaked in rain, cloak dragging behind him like a shroud. You didn’t move from your place at the window, didn’t flinch when he dropped to his knees before you, head bowed like a penitent.

“Say something,” he rasped. “Please. Anything.”

You blinked. “Why? So you can hear my voice and pretend it’s hers again?”

He flinched. Good. Let it hurt.

“I was blind,” he whispered. “And worse—I was a coward.”

You didn’t respond.

He crawled closer, his forehead resting against your thigh now. “I see you now,” he murmured. “Not as a shadow to her flame. You were always the fire. I was too much of a fool to notice until I burned.”

You pushed him away, stood up. The silence between you was almost holy.

“I needed you to love me first,” you said softly. “Not when she was gone. Not when I was convenient.”

“I didn’t fall in love with you because you were there,” he choked. “I fell because you never left—even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Your eyes filled with tears.

“You still don’t,” you whispered.

── .✦

V. THE BEGGING

“I’ll earn it,” he swore. “Even if I must worship the earth you walk on, follow in your shadow, crawl through the dust just to be near you.”

You turned away, heart in your throat.

“Please,” he begged. Begged. “Say you hate me. Curse me. Slap me. Just—don’t walk away.”

You spun around, eyes blazing.

“I do hate you,” you spat. “For all the nights I spent praying you’d see me. For the times you called her name while holding me. For breaking something in me that I didn’t even know could break.”

Friedrich’s face crumbled. “Then hate me. But let me love you now. Let me stay.”

You stepped forward. He reached for you like a dying man reaching for God.

And finally—finally—you let him touch you.

── .✦

VI. THE REDEMPTION

He did what he promised.

He worshipped you.

He touched you like you were made of stars, loved you with the ache of a man who almost lost his soul. He never said her name again. Only yours. Again and again, like a rosary.

You weren’t second choice.

You were the last choice.

The only one.

The final chapter in a book written in blood, silence, and yearning.

And when he kissed you again—not in delirium, not in grief, but in truth—the ache inside you softened into something tender, something eternal.

── .✦

VII. THE END

He no longer lived in the shadows.

He lived in you.

And for the first time in forever… you weren’t alone.

You were chosen.

You were seen.

You were loved.

And as he held your face, whispering, “I was always yours. I was just too blind to see it,” you wept—not for what was lost.

But for what was finally, finally found.

[theallianceofcelestials]

May we acquire a drabble about a scenario within ETD?

A hypothetical situation, of course. What if, Eclipse had said he wouldn't stay with Ruin upon the second rig, if only for comfort or revenge on the crew, and Eclipse finds himself upon a third one, with the discovery of another eldritch, who seems to have taken pity and curiosity upon Eclipse?

(Eldritch Killcode, perhaps? ))

All I'm hearing is Dadcode, so beware. You have brought this upon us all. Thank you

This is not my best work, but eh

The third rig is not as bad as the last one was. But that doesn't make it good.

Still, he wouldn't really change his decision. It felt so satisfying watching those people burn away. His lover quite clearly agreed, shooting him one last wicked grin before everything disappeared into bright orange.

Now he's here, feeling way more detached than ever before. He can't wait for his lover to show up. He's almost certain he will.

So when the rig lurches just as they began drilling, and everything's sent flying in a way that's not familiar, he panics. Because that was not his lover.

He rushes off to engineering, to see if the issue is maybe there, but at the first locked door he experiences something that's quite chilling.

There's someone knocking on the door. Or perhaps something

Because while the sound itself is unfamiliar, a strange tap-tapping, the surety, the confidence, is quite familiar. That's how Ruin carries himself, and the eldritch being really has no reason not to be self-assured.

...

He's going to die, isn't he?

Still he reaches for the knob, because if there's one thing he learned about the eldritch, it's that they appreciate politeness and respect. So despite how much he doesn't want to, he pushes the door open. And when nothing happens, he takes a deep vent, and steps into the dark room.

He really wishes he didn't.

There, standing above everything, is a living nightmare, more than twice his size. Whatever it is, it's coloured in two silvers, one a much deeper shade, the other almost iridescent lighter shade, gleaming like a precious metal. On the head sits a pair of onyx eyes, with the slightest glow of red to them. The irony of it being another celestial model, this one a lunar one, is not lost on him.

So isn't the way it dresses, with familiar jesterish pants with glistening stars on them, though curiously torn on the right side above the knee, deep crimson ruffles that glitter even in the minimal light, and a proud nightcap with a soft looking fur rim coloured a metallic purple with the same stars on it as the pants.

The being, despite its size, does not feel more, but also doesn't feel less than Ruin. He wonders if that's only because he can't sense it as a mortal. He wonders if this is perhaps even greater than what he already saw.

Where is his space octopus when you need him?

"I have not felt it wrong then. You really are under the protection of Ruin"

He shivers at his voice, the deep, demonic voice almost making him run. Only reason he doesn't is because his feet seem to have froze to the ground.

"And you are made from metal instead of flesh. How curious. Though I do have to admit I prefer it this way"

The giant gets down on one knee, never taking those otherworldly optics off of him. Even as a giant, clawed hand is reached out to him, the being doesn't look away.

"My name is Killcode. And you are, mortal?"

He takes in a deep vent, reminding himself this could be going worse, he reaches a shaky hand out, taking the offered servo. Even as they go through a polite human greeting, he feels rooted to the spot from sheer fear.

"E-Eclipse"

"Hm, that is a rather lovely name"

Introductions seemingly done, the large creature gets back to his feet, which he only now notices are actually paws, before motioning him to follow. Eclipse does so, because he's not an idiot with a death wish.

"You seem to have captured the attention of one of us already. I wonder why that is, though don't take it as hostility. It's not everyday one sees a being as you, alive, made from precious metals, and yet none of them my own."

"Yo-ur own..?"

Killcode hums, crawling through a doorway in a rather comical fashion. He doesn't dare to laugh though.

"Ruin, while he may be flesh at first glance, is also the liquid made from the dead and gone. I myself am made of metals, ones humans considered precious once upon a time. Despite them losing their minds to it."

That's not concerning. Not concerning at all.

"Tell me Eclipse, did you meat Ruin because you unearthed him?"

"N-not me exactly, but-but yes"

The giant hums, stepping out into the sunlight. Whatever he's made of, probably the same precious metals he claims to be, seem to come alive in the light. It's majestic, same as his lover.

"And who is he to you?'

The eyes looking back at him seem just the tiniest bit more red than in the dark. The casing of the large being is engraved with strange flowing patterns that remind him of the stars, if they were all connected.

"He's my lover"

That seems to take him aback, but when Killcode's scrutinising eyes rove over him again, it seems like he can feel it. Because why else would his eyes widen like that, and why else would a secretive, if pitying smile come across his face?

"Oh, you sweet child, you do not know the hunger you've fallen into."

"Hunger?"

"Ruin is not known to stop when he desires something. Not as long as it's in any shape or form, pleasurable to his treasure. You will know no freedom of him for the rest of your life"

That doesn't sound as bad as the eldritch beast may think it is. In fact, it sounds quite the opposite.

Even if he burns with flustered embarrassement at having his lover's rather questionable... behvariour brought up.

"But who am I to stop you from the fate you clearly long for? While I may have no use to the pesky little humans on board, I know my old friend would appreciate the snacks."

And it really speaks a lot of Eclipse how he isn't even the slightest bit bothered by that.

.*.*.*.

Killcode is an interesting person to have around. Mainly because when he called him a child, he actually seems to have meant it.

And now he's stuck here, with what he thinks is his new father. At least from what little he knows of parents, that's how the eldritch beast seems to act.

Apparently he's been awoken because the drill hit him, and he wasn't all that appreciative of a hole being made on him. Especially when this place seems to be a shared sleeping spot with Ruin, who he claims to be good friends with.

Even if a new tension has entered the giant's sentences whenever they reach the topic of his relationship with his lover. He honestly has no idea why that is

But the great beast has agreed to help him drill at least, moving out of the way as much as he could. When Eclipse asked him if being hit by the drill was painful, he outright laughed.

This eldritch being, is horrifying. There's no sugarcoating it.

But he's also a well of knowledge, and he's more than willing to teach him whatever he can comprehend of their kind's customs and behaviour. Which is immensely helpful, especially because he now knows just how meaningful it was when Ruin brought him onto the drill's lift, and willingly showed him his core. And now he also understands why he seemed so frazzled the first time Eclipse accidentaly stumbled into it.

But not, he also has extra ammunition to tease his lover with. Who, so far, doesn't really seem to want to show up. Despite Killcode claiming he's already aware of the drilling here.

"It's more than possible he can't sense you here because of myself. He might be searching for you in other places"

"Can't you tell him or something? You're basically sleeping on top of him."

"Which was already a rather big sign of trust. I may be overstepping if I were to go to him directly, especially when he's boind to be frantic. Give it a day or two more child, and he will show his face. He can't avoid greeting me for longer"

Which means it's great Killcode insists on standing guard over him while he sleeps, because the moment a familiar tendril shoots out past the drill, already having been given a more than sufficient opening, he's there to shake Eclipse awake.

"Someone's here"

And frankly, seeing the look on Ruin's 'face', despite him not having manifested his avatar yet, at his lover standing next to a friend of his, is priceless and makes the whole wait more than worth it.

"Eclipse, my love, are you alright?"

"He is more than fine Ruin. But before you were to reunite with him, I believe a talk between us is needed."

"Look, Killcode, you are a great friend of mine, but I think-"

"It partains to Eclipse"

That shuts his lover up, and surprises him more. Sudden cold dread fills him, and for a second he fears he's somehow overstepped or something.

But then:

"I have claimed him as my child, and if you are to court him, boundaries must be set up"

"Bound- I knew him for longer than you!"

And as the two eldritch beings descend into a rather childish argument, Eclipse is hit with the realisation of just how silly eldritch horrors actually are. And how despite they live for eternity, they'll make decisions that'll last for eternity rather quickly.

And he also realises that maybe he really shouldn't have dropped the lighter on the second rig, really should have stayed there, because he can't take two eldritch beings. Even if one is his 'dad'

He really wasn't made for this bullshit

[3strega]

Good Morning.

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Death Island! Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: An early morning run in with the partner you've been harboring feelings for...

Tags: Drabble, Fluff, HUGE work crush, Leon doting on you and teasing you

Word Count: 662

Notes: This is one of my first dives back into fanfic writing, so I thought something self indulgent would be nice. I hope you enjoy the time spent with your work husband! 💙

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"It's cold." You muttered to yourself, almost as if the words would warm you as you fished for your keycard in your bag.

"It's winter." A familiar voice said nonchalantly.

You looked over to your partner with a cross expression. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he approached you. You weren't anticipating that Leon would be in the office so early, especially after all the overtime he was putting in.

"Thought we were stating the obvious." Leon smiled, staring down at you as he leaned against the side of the building. In his hand was a paper cup that emitted the pleasant smell of coffee. He had only his biking jacket on and his brown tresses were still messily windswept by the ride. Compared to your winter attire he seemed prepared for a different season entirely. Still, somehow the agent remained unfazed by the freezing temperatures. Even his smile was warm as he held the drink out for you to take. You couldn't help but feel a bit frustrated.

It was way too early for him to be getting under your skin like this.

The sky had finally begun to brighten the early morning sky, signaling the beginning of another day at the office. As the sun rose you could feel its rays tease you with the slightest hint of warmth, making your body shudder as it tried to acclimate. You could hear a soft chuckle from Leon as he nudged you with the coffee once more. You noticed your name scrawled upon the cup. It was ordered just how you like it. Though he remained silent, he was persistent. The sun shone upon his face, highlighting the features you had come to memorize. The light revealing the sleepiness around his eyes, making you a matching pair, yet still  the pools of blue sparkled as they looked upon you with mirth.

"Cmon, don't need your fingers falling off, sweetheart." He said softly, "We still have to finish writing out that report." 

You sighed begrudgingly, finally accepting his offering. The heat of the warm contents within the paper cup wrapped around your icy hand like a glove. However, the sensation was quickly eclipsed by another feeling. The brushing of his fingertips against yours made the heat begin to accumulate in your already rosey cheeks. Just when you had thought he would pull away, his touch lingered. Leon's hand gingerly trailed over your knuckles, his eyes locked onto your hand as he drove the cold away. 

 "Better?" Leon looked back to you and smiled after a moment as he brought his hand back to the pocket of his jacket.

Your heart gave another pound in your chest and jolted you to look back to the door in front of you. You hoped he couldnt hear it. Clenching the coffee in your hand, you hoped the pain of its high temperature  permeating the cup would bring you back to earth.

"Yeah. Thanks. Sweetheart.” 

He chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

"Did you forget your keycard?"

Your face flushed once more. Oh, right.

With your free hand you hurriedly dug into your jacket, eventually yanking out your lanyard for the door to scan your ID. As soon as the clearance was granted, you stepped through the door, walking ahead of your fellow agent and away from your feelings. Just as you were about to turn the corner of the corridor, you heard Leon call out to you. The clicking of your heels came to a halt as you turned to look back at him.

"Yeah?" Your voice carried through the empty hall, your nerves revealing themselves.

Leon smiled, a light chuckle falling from his lips as he looked at you, "Good morning." 

God, he had to know what he was doing at this point.

But still, you smiled. It was another day at the office, and even though you always hoped for monotony, as long as Leon Kennedy was around your heart would always be racing.

"Good Morning" 

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[artdragon22]

Short drabble - soft (canon) Eclipse

When you were a kid, your parents would bring you to the Superstar Daycare and it was always one of your favorite places in the world.  You’d have fun with your friends, play and climb on the playscapes, and of course make arts & crafts.  You also loved the daycare attendant, Eclipse.  He was always so kind, gentle, attentive, and patient with all the kids no matter how rowdy they got.  As much as you loved running around and playing, you were a tiny bit sensitive to noise and if things got too loud it tended to hurt your ears and made you a bit anxious.  In such times, you would often seek refuge in a corner of the daycare where you could be tucked away and hidden from the chaotic noise until you were ready to go back out and play again.

            You remember one day when the other kids were particularly loud and rowdy and it overwhelmed you more than usual.  You practically ran to one of your little “quiet corners,” breathing rapidly and desperately covering your ears.  Even after a few minutes the noise and your anxiety just wouldn’t go down and tears started to prick at your eyes.  Then you felt a large metallic hand gently enfold your tiny shoulder.  You looked up through watery eyes and saw Eclipse’s face hovering slightly above you as he crouched down as low as he could in order to get closer to your level.  He had a gentle expression that held assurance, compassion, and a bit of curious concern.

            “Hey little comet.  What’s the matter?  You’ve been hiding in this corner for a while now.  Are you hurt?”  His voice was soft, warm, and angelic; perfect for reading bedtime stories or singing lullabies, which he often did.

            You sniffled and told him “It’s too loud…”

            He hummed sympathetically and tilted his head a bit.  “I’m sorry little comet.  Our friends *are* rather noisy today aren’t they?  But you know what?  I think I have an idea that could help.”

            “What?” you asked.

            Eclipse sat cross-legged and opened his arms to you. “Come here…”

            You did as he said and crawled into his lap, his poofy jester pants serving as very soft pillows for you to sit on as he gently held you.  He carefully guided your head to rest an ear on his chest, laying one hand on the other side of your head to cover the other ear and resting the other hand on your back.

            “Now…close your eyes, focus on your breathing, and just listen…”

            Again, you followed his directions and closed your eyes.  You noticed it was getting easier to breathe now that you could only hear the inner workings of his chest cavity.  The steady and gentle “tick, tick, tick” and occasional whir of the various machinery along with the slow, soothing up-and-down motion of his hand on your back were proving to be a very effective and much-needed remedy to the chaos that was the daycare right now.  As you continued to listen and idly play with the puffball on the end of his nightcap, you felt your breathing slowly and surely return to normal and your eyes even started to droop the longer you sat there in Eclipse’s lap, just enjoying the quiet and the feeling of being relaxed and safe.

After a few minutes, Eclipse glanced down at you and smiled softly, seeing that you had curled up and fallen asleep in his lap.  He continued to gently rub your back and started to rock back and forth as he hummed a lullaby.  The next day, you noticed the daycare had added a new feature: “The Quiet Corner,” a corner of the daycare dedicated to noise-sensitive kids or kids who just needed a break from the chaos.  It looked so soft, cozy, and comfortable both inside and out.  It even had a mechanism that looked like a little comet slowly spinning around in a circle on the inside to provide soft light.

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For @oobbbear hope you enjoy! ^ u ^

[helsgcddess]

LOVED THE ROSALIE DRABBLE! Can I request ❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ with anakin maybe?

— STARFIRE & SHADOW *

pairing: dark!anakin skywalker/force sensitive!reader

word count: 1.2k

a/n — this was such a delicious prompt to work with dhsjsk!! set during ROTS right before mustafar (aka peak darkside!anakin but make it pre-crispy because (gestures at the aesthetic). "I" is his former padawan who's been harboring Feelings this whole time, and honestly? the tension just wrote itself. completely ignoring whatever parts of canon i want because who's gonna stop me??

The Force rippled through the Temple like a stone dropped in still water, each wave darker than the last. I'd felt disturbances before—we all had—but this was different. This felt like watching a star collapse in slow motion, beautiful and terrifying and impossible to stop.

My footsteps echoed off ancient walls as I tried to maintain some semblance of calm. The younglings I passed were wide-eyed, huddled in corners, their force signatures flickering like candles in a storm. The Masters moved with urgent purpose, their usual serenity fractured by something that felt too much like fear.

But it wasn't their fear that made my heart race. It was the absolute void where my Master's force signature should have been. Anakin had always been a supernova in the Force—bright, powerful, impossible to ignore. Now there was nothing. Just emptiness where that familiar warmth should be.

"Where are you?" I whispered, reaching out again through our bond. The silence that answered felt wrong on a molecular level, like gravity suddenly deciding to work sideways.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me into shadow. I barely managed to suppress a cry of surprise as I was drawn behind one of the massive Temple pillars.

"Shhhh, little witch," Anakin's voice brushed against my ear, dark honey and deadly intent. The nickname that had once been affectionate now held an edge that made me shiver.

I spun to face him the moment his arms released me, and the words I'd prepared died in my throat. He was still beautiful—he'd always be beautiful—but something was fundamentally wrong. The blue eyes I knew better than my own were ringed in gold, like a solar eclipse made flesh.

"What—what happened?" I searched his face for some sign of the man I knew, the Master who'd taught me everything about the Force and nothing about how to stop loving him. "Anakin..." His name felt dangerous on my tongue as he cocked his head, watching me with predatory patience. "What did Palpatine tell you?" I hissed out the name.

"He's not the problem." My name was a caress on his lips as he moved closer, backing me against the pillar with the kind of grace that reminded me he'd always been more nexus of power than man. "It's the Jedi," he snarled the word like it tasted of poison. "The Jedi are the problem."

My heart thundered against my ribs as the darkness I'd felt earlier crystallized around us. "You can't mean that," I whispered, but the words sounded hollow even to me.

"Supernova..." I reached for him through the Force, desperate to find some trace of the light that had defined him. Instead, I found an abyss staring back, intimate and inviting and terrifying. It was the same darkness that had whispered to me in my dreams, promising power and freedom and everything the Code forbade. "I can't... who are you?"

"I'm exactly who I've always been," he said, voice low and dangerous as he closed the last bit of distance between us. One hand came up to trace my cheek, and I fought not to lean into the touch. "Just... unleashed. No more Council, no more rules." His fingers were fever-warm against my skin. "No more pretending we don't feel this."

"You're talking about betraying everything we swore to protect," I managed, even as the darkness inside me stirred, recognizing its match in him. The Force swirled around us like a gathering storm, electric and inevitable.

"The Order betrayed us first," he growled, but his touch remained gentle as it traced down my jaw to my throat. "They fear what they can't control. That's why they separated us, why they tried to make us deny what we are to each other." His lips curved into a smile that was all predator. "Enemies make the best lovers, you know. All that passion, that fire..."

I could feel the heat of him now, the intoxicating pull of his force signature finally unveiled. Where once there had been blinding light, now there was something darker, magnetic. It called to the shadows I'd spent years pretending didn't exist. "Anakin," I breathed, half warning, half plea.

His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. "Join me," he murmured, eyes molten gold and ancient night. "Rule with me. No more hiding, no more denying what you want." His other hand settled on my hip, anchoring me to the moment. "I've felt your darkness calling to mine. Let it free."

The air between us felt charged, heavy with power and possibility. I knew I should push him away, should run and warn the others of what he'd become. But as his lips hovered just above mine, I realized I'd been falling toward this moment since the day he became my Master. Every lesson, every shared laugh, every lingering touch had been leading here, to this choice between duty and desire.

"There's no going back from this," I whispered against his mouth, feeling the last threads of my resistance beginning to fray.

His answering smile was triumphant as the darkness wrapped around us like a lover's embrace. "Good," he breathed, and when he finally kissed me, it felt like watching that star collapse all over again—beautiful and terrifying and impossible to stop.

The Code shattered between our lips, and I found I didn't mourn its loss at all. His kiss was nothing like I'd imagined during those long nights of meditation—it was better, harder, an assertion of power that made my knees weak. One of his hands fisted in my hair while the other gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him.

"I've wanted this," he growled against my mouth, "for so long." His teeth grazed my lower lip, and I gasped. The sound seemed to ignite something in him, and suddenly I was being lifted, pressed harder against the pillar. "Wanted you."

"Master," I whispered, the title now carrying a completely different weight. His response was a dark chuckle that sent heat spiraling through me.

"Say it again," he commanded, trailing burning kisses down my throat. The hand at my hip slid lower, gripping my thigh. "Let me hear how much you want this."

The Force surged around us, dark and wild, amplifying every sensation. His power wrapped around me, intoxicating as Coruscanti wine, twice as dangerous. I could feel his satisfaction through our bond as my fingers clutched at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I could reach.

"You're mine now," he murmured against my pulse point, and I felt the words like brands on my skin. "Say it."

"Yours," I breathed, arching into him as his teeth found that sensitive spot below my ear. "Always have been."

His answering growl held all the darkness of the power he'd embraced, and I knew I was lost. The galaxy could burn, the Order could fall, and I would watch it all from his side, wrapped in shadow and starfire.

[candytrashpanda]

Senku Discovering Reader is a Mermaid (Drabble)

Fandom: Dr Stone

Character(s): Senku Ishigami

Warnings: None

Notes: Requested by LadyIshtar on ao3! Well, they requested this premise with a few other characters too, and I will write those at some point, I am working on them, but it's been forever since I've posted anything on ao3, so I figured I'd just go ahead and post Senku's, which I finished a bit ago, just to like, prove I'm alive lol. Thanks for your patience by the way, everyone, my classes are over for the semester so I'm gonna try to write more often for the next few months til they start again! Enjoy!

Senku stared. Just... Stared. You weren't sure you'd ever seen him so speechless before.

"Um..." You laughed nervously. "Surprise...? I, um, wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn't know how, I didn't really think you'd believe me...."

He blinked quickly, and finally seemed to snap back to reality.

"You were right, I wouldn't have believed you, if you'd told me instead of showing me. But..." He approached and placed a hand on your tail. "This is real." He ran his hands over the scales, and you couldn't help but shudder a bit. "Either that, or you spent hours upon hours making it look and feel real as hell to trick me into looking stupid."

"It is real-!" You started to protest, but Senku laughed.

"I know. You wouldn't do that, you're much too sweet to pull that kind of prank." He chuckled again and you blushed, but he quickly shifted back to an intense look of curiosity and analysation, trying to put everything together in his head- you smiled. Senku really never did change.

"So. How does it work?" He asked. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, a lot of things, but let's start with the fact that you usually have legs. Currently you have a fish tail. How do you do that?"

You shrugged. "It just happens naturally when I'm submerged in water."

"Hm." He ran a finger down the middle of your tail, almost like he was looking for a seam- there was none, of course. You twitched a little, not used to the sensation of someone touching the tail you've worked so hard to keep hidden, though it wasn't unpleasant. It kind of felt nice, actually, in the same way that someone running their fingers through your hair would. "Does it hurt?"

"No, not at all. It just wears off after a little while when I dry off."

"Interesting...." He knit his eyebrows together further, surely already trying to figure out exactly how that could possibly work. 

You almost didn't want to say it, but you had to- "Honestly, Senku, I think it's just magic."

Senku, to your surprise, laughed. "You know, they used to call lightning strikes and solar eclipses "magic", too. Once we understand how it happens, it stops being magic, and starts being science. Which is why you're coming back to the lab with me as soon as you get your legs back."

His enthusiasm was infectious. You couldn't help but smile a little bit too, although the idea of being analyzed and experimented on made you... A bit nervous. But it was Senku. You knew he'd never hurt you. "Just remember that I'm your partner, Senku, not a science experiment," you gently chided him anyways, just to keep him on-track.

"Of course , I couldn't forget that. But can you blame me for being curious?"

"No, of course. I wouldn't expect anything else from you." You smiled up at him, and he finally looked up from your tail to give you a reassuring smile back. It almost felt silly, now, that you'd put off telling him the truth about yourself for so long. You really shouldn't have expected anything else.

[hihhasotherfixations]

Kinktober Day 2: A/B/O - Price x Reader

Kinktober masterlist

CW: I wrote it gn, however, in my mind, all omegas have uteri. In other words, man, woman or gn, omegas have a cooch in order to make babeh. Sooo, it’s gn but with afab anatomy :3. Attempted assault (aka unwanted claiming – though not by Price), a/b/o dynamics, claiming, mating marks, unprotected p in v, possessiveness, praise, knotting, scenting

Word Count: 5602

This was supposed to be a drabble/short fic. Oops. Please keep in mind I won’t be writing long fics like this very much cause doing that every day is impossible, hence me posting this a day late and also at 4am :’)

But I hope you enjoy!! Cause I did have fun writing it UwU

Walking across the tarmac of base, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, a skittish feeling rising in your gut.

For the last few minutes, you’d felt as if you were being followed, your instincts going haywire, making you extra conscious of the scents in the air. And you had to, for you were an omega. 

With a world made up of 63% beta’s and 24% alphas, the omegas were usually left out or singled out. And it was dangerous.

Throughout history, omegas had been plentiful. There was an omega for every alpha, multiple even. But as time went on, it became less and less desirable to be an omega, causing for selective breeding- and mated pairs to be made. Where there once was an omega for every alpha, slowly it became a beta for every alpha – and with the influx of beta’s, alphas’ numbers too dwindled, leaving the world in the state that it was today.

And while the percentages had changed, instincts hadn’t.

Glancing over your shoulder, you finally saw it: a body ducking behind a wall too slow.

It was no secret that the military was a breeding ground for alphas, the high status individuals drawn to the hierarchy and power-filled environment. That however, left omegas like you.

Even with modern day medicine and modifications, instinct was something that was impossible to suppress, and the low amount of omegas left in the population caused for those instincts to go haywire in alphas.

Any unclaimed omega was at risk. It is why suppressants had been invented, to ensure the safety, choice and free will of all parties involved.

Hiding your scent with the suppressants and making you as invisible as a beta, you were supposed to go under the radar. And you had been. In your entire career in the military, everyone had thought you were a beta. There was only one person in your team who knew – your captain, Price.  But he never treated you differently for it.

Walking on, you repeated those words; ‘only Price knows, only Price knows’ like a mantra – but no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you were just paranoid, the man kept following you, causing your anxiety to raise.

Turning the corner to cut between buildings and get to the barracks quicker, you’d barely taken a step before your shoulder was grabbed and your body turned.

Harshly, you were pushed to the wall, your eyes wide as you looked at the black-haired, well-built man in front of you, his pupils dilated as he took you in - you were so deeply stuck in your head that you hadn’t heard him run up.

“Knew I smelt it.” He spoke lowly while his hands squeezed at your shoulders, confusing you while his form eclipsed yours. Before you could even open your mouth to ask what he meant, he leaned down to press his nose into the side of your neck where he sniffed, groaning in response.

Feeling that, your breath hitched, overwhelmed by the amount of pheromones he gave off, your nose clogging up and making you whimper on instinct.

That seemed to satisfy the man however, a low humming coming from him. “Unclaimed and walking around so shamelessly?” He grinned, pulling his face back as he instead placed a hand on your throat, keeping you under his thumb and pinned to the wall.

Your hands were on his chest, your breathing heavy and panicked. “Get off-“ You growled when he leaned back in, your right hand grabbing onto his face as you pushed his chin up, making the alpha growl in disdain.

“Stop that-“ He hissed the order, squeezing your throat which had your muscles freezing as his fingers pushed into your sensitive scent glands. It broke your focus long enough for him to grab your wrists and trap your arms together by your side, freeing himself up while his other hand stayed on your throat; commandeering. “Be a good omega and listen.” He huffed while nearly depriving you of all oxygen, your breaths small and weak.

Your mind however was spinning. He called you an omega. He was clearly acting on instinct and smelling you. But there was no way he should be able to.

With your arms pinned and your oxygen fleeting, you did the last thing your frantic mind could: slamming your knee up into his crotch before you swept his feet out from under him, causing the two of you to topple to the gravel together.

Slamming down side by side with a grunt, you struggled to pull your arms free but the man – to his credit – was quick, finding his feet fast enough to get on his knees and roll you underneath him, pinning you once more. His eyes fiery and angry, he re-gripped your neck, baring his teeth.

“You-!” Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as he was suddenly grabbed by the back of his uniform and thrown off of you.

“What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, soldier?!”

Immediately, your eyes widened at the familiar voice, looking up to see captain Price standing between you and the alpha he just yanked off of you.

His feet firmly planted in a wide stance, Price’s hat cast a shadow over his face while he stood there, glaring at the one in front of him.

“C-Captain.” The guy mumbled from where he was laying in the gravel, seeming thrown off for a moment before he scrambled up, tugging his shirt back into place with misguided confidence. “This isn’t what it looks like, there was no need to interfere.”

Those words however, seemed to light a fire in Price as he stepped forward and grabbed the raven by his collar. “Oh really? Cause it looked a whole lot like you assaulting my soldier.” He hissed, pulling the man close towards his face.

Getting to your feet, your heart was still thudding in your chest as you looked at the two men. Their anger filled the scent in the air, neither seeming to want to back off as the sergeant – as you now saw on his chest – glared back at Price just as vehemently.

“I am entirely within my right to pursue an omega.” He growled, grabbing Price’s wrist to attempt to pry his hand off his shirt, but Price held fast, his head tilting.

“But that’s not what this was, is it?” He chuckled darkly. “Courting looks very different, mate. And I’m not going to allow you to lay a hand on my soldier, my omega.” He growled right back, a possessiveness in his voice and scent that quickly had the other alpha questioning his chances.

Even among base, Price was well known for his status. Not only as captain but also because he came from a long line of alphas, kept ‘pure’ by not mixing with betas.

Though it had been something Price had lamented to you about – giving back for you sharing your secret with him – now it served its purpose, causing the sergeant to take a step back.

Price allowed it, letting go of the man’s shirt with an authoritative shove, still keeping himself positioned so that the other alpha couldn’t even see you behind the captain’s broad shoulders. “Scram before I have you written up for forcibly marking.” Price spat, his voice low and filled with danger as he glared.

Stumbling back from the shove, the sergeant stayed for just a moment longer while he clenched his fists, looking at Price before he accepted his loss, scurrying away and back around the corner, out of sight.

The moment his immediate scent left the area, Price un-tensed, sighing out before he turned to face you, a concerned look on his face. “Are you okay?”

Standing before the man, your breathing was still shallow, your hand cradling your throat as the reality of what happened settled in. In panic, your eyes shot up to his blue ones. “Price, I- I don’t know what happened, how he knew- I-“

Before you could continue, Price stepped up and pulled you into a hug, his breath stuttering a little as he did, though he held you all the same.

“It’s okay, just breathe.” He mumbled, cradling the back of your head. “This is on me, not you.”

“What?” You asked, pulling back to look at him, your eyes a little foggy as you tried to keep your panic down. “You came to my rescue in time, you’re not to blame.”

“No, that’s not…” Letting out a breath, Price stepped back, turning his head away to take a breath, trying to contain himself as your scent filled his nostrils, only seeming to get worse by the moment. “Come with me, I’ll explain.”

Confused, you nodded, taking a little step back and Price started walking, the sun beginning to set behind you.

His pace was firm while he kept glancing around, obviously still riled up from the confrontation earlier. And while you walked in silence with him, your mind was anything but.

Despite it however, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice any of your thoughts, simply following while you pushed your hands down on the scent glands on either side of your neck, hoping to stop spreading around your true nature.

Before long, you reached the 141’s barracks, walking inside and straight to Price’s office, to which he opened the door and let you walk in first, stepping inside after you where he closed and locked the door.

“What’s going on?” You managed to get out, still keeping your hands over your glands now that you were in a locked area with Price. Though you trusted him explicitly and knew he wouldn’t act on his instincts, you knew it was hard for him to fight against it. So to help his discomfort, you kept your hands firmly locked around your neck.

At your question, Price let out a deep sigh as his hand slipped off the doorknob. “You’ve been off your suppressants.” He eventually said, raising his head as he walked past you to his desk, making you frown in confusion.

“No, I’m not.” You spoke back. “I’m taking them. Every day.”

At your words however, Price shook his head no and opened a drawer low down his desk, bent over as he rummaged through it. “Those aren’t your suppressants.” He said as he found what he was searching for and smacked a pill bottle onto his desk for you to see. “I accidentally gave you the wrong one.”

Confused, you glanced at Price who had a guilty and frustrated look on his face before you glanced down at the pill bottle and walked up to his desk, pulling the container towards yourself.

Written on it in small lettering, there it stood.

‘Omega Scent Suppressants Recipient: Y/N L/N’

Snapping your head up, Price stood there, rubbing his forehead while his eyes were clenched shut. “I accidentally switched my migraine pills and your suppressants.” He spoke, sounding truly frustrated with himself. “I got the shipment for both on the same day and somehow mixed them up.”

“Oh…” You whispered and Price sighed, sitting down in his chair.

“It’s why I’ve been sick the last three days. I took what I thought was a pill for a migraine last Wednesday but it was your suppressant. It royally fucked me over physically. And it kinda still is. I wanted to take another migraine pill just earlier and that’s when I noticed.” Price explained, taking off his hat and rubbing his temple slightly before he raised his head and guiltily looked at you. “Which also means you’ve not taken your suppressants in a week.”

Realisation setting in, you gingerly sat down in the chair across from the captain, stunned. “So… their effect is wearing off and-“ “And the entire base can smell you’re an omega because of my cock-up.” Price nodded. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse, I should have been more careful.”

As his words sank in, you then looked up, shaking your head. “No, captain, this isn’t all on you.” You spoke, reaching out to grab his hands which he had clasped together on the desk. While this whole situation was fucked and dangerous, you weren’t about to let him eat himself alive – which you knew he would- and most likely had been doing. “You looked at those bottles twice to take a pill. I’ve been staring at mine every day and haven’t noticed. Don’t blame yourself for not noticing sooner because I never noticed at all.” You spoke, the smallest of smiles on your face and Price frowned.

“You’re taking this too lightly.” His voice was firm as he said that. “Even if you start your suppressants again now, it’ll take a day or two to take effect. By then, even if you hide away in your room, your scent will spread – if that bloody bastard hasn’t already squealed to his friends-“

Just at the mention of the other alpha, Price’s hackles raised again and you jumped in, holding his hands with both of yours now, pulling them a little closer to yourself. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s… not optimal but it would have to come out eventually. If I start with the suppressants again, maybe people will know I’m an omega, yes, but they won’t be driven mad by instincts. I’ll be fine.” You smiled but Price frowned in distaste, his muttonchops curling downward.

“I wish the world worked that way, love. I know alphas. And especially alphas in the army. As long as you’re unclaimed, they will behave like feral dogs, ripping each other to shreds just to get to you. You’re no longer safe. Especially the coming days.”

At his words, the blood drained from your face. “I can block my scent, it’ll be fine.” You said quietly, and Price just shook his head no with a sad smile.

“You’re going into heat soon. I can smell it on you.” Saying that, almost as if saying it out loud made it real for him as well, he pulled his hands back, gripping the edge of his desk as he blew out a breath. “God. You don’t know how hard it is for me to just sit here right now.”

At that, you looked up at him, feeling incredibly small of a sudden. “Then what can I do?”

“Either get claimed by someone you want, or go on an indefinite leave.” Price spoke. There was no room for argument, no room for any other possible options and tears filled your eyes.

“Leave?”

Sighing, Price got up from his desk and rounded it, turning your chair and crouching before you, taking your hands in his. “That’s not what I want. You’re my soldier. And a bloody good one too. But as my soldier, it is my job to look after you and keep you as safe as I can. This is the only way I can.” He spoke, his voice quiet, nearly a whisper at the end.

“Don’t make me leave.” You begged softly, feeling so defeated.

“I know. I know.” Price mumbled, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “You’ll always be my soldier.” He assured, a little smile on his face. “And when you find…” Uncharacteristically, he stuttered in his speech, trailing off, almost as if it was hard to get out. “-And when you find a good mate,” He eventually managed to say, “you can come be my soldier again.”

Those words however struck a chord within you, his words from earlier playing in your mind. “Your soldier.” You repeated in a whisper, your eyes landing on his. “Your omega.”

As you spoke that phrase, a blush flamed to life on Price’s face, unable to be hidden even by his beard. “I- That was a spur of the moment thing. It shouldn’t have slipped out, I’m sorry.”

“Slipped out?” You ask softly, a small bead of hope beginning to settle in your chest. “Are you saying those words are normally in your mind?”

Sitting before you, Price swallowed, his breath a little laboured. “God, don’t do this to me.” He almost pleaded, the gravel in his voice increasing as his body unconsciously began to lean closer, his chest almost touching your knees. “I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

“Answer the question, captain.” You whispered and Price rattled out a breath, your scent starting to overwhelm him, causing his body to respond in kind, giving off his own receptive pheromones.

“Yes, they are on my mind.” He growled, getting up from his crouch as he instead loomed over you, placing his hands on either side of the backrest of your chair, caging you in. “Every damn day.”

For the umpteenth time today, your heart started hammering in your chest, yet for once, it wasn’t out of fear or anxiety. “Captain…” You whispered, seeing your own hopes and wants play out right in front of you.

“Leave, Y/N, before I can’t hold myself back anymore.” He whispered while his hand came up to cup your chin, his face leaning in next to yours as he closed his eyes, taking in your addicting scent. “Fuck-“ He huffed, having to physically restrain himself from nuzzling into you. “Go. Now.” He ordered yet you stubbornly stayed put.

“Is this something you want, captain?” You whispered, your own eyes closed as well as you took in the waves of want and need cascading from him. “Not just your instincts?”

At your words, he let out a short chuckle, turning his head to push his brow into your temple, the pure image of barely contained need.

“I’ve been wanting to court you since you first arrived at this base.” He growled, his lips now so close to your ear it nearly reverberated through your body. “You don’t know what you do to me. Please go. Please. I can’t pull away.” Price pleaded, a mix of want and despair.

“Price, I don’t want to.” You whispered back, his eyes opening at that.

“What?”

Carefully, you pulled away and turned your head to look at him. “I’ve already chosen who I want to be claimed by.”

At that, the man almost seemed to falter, re-gripping the backrest of the chair to keep himself standing properly as he looked at you, trying to steel the excitement rippling through him as he processed the meaning of your words. You wanted him. “Are you sure? This is a lifetime commitment.” He mumbled and at that, you couldn’t help but smile, the omega inside you almost floundering at the care he displayed.

Throughout all your time you’d known him, Price had been a pillar of safety and support. No matter what, he’d been there for you, and you’d fallen a long time ago.

This man was the only one you’d entrusted with your secret and the only man you could see yourself being with. And because of it, you said the next words without hesitation.

“Please, I want you. Always have.”

As if a flame alighted in Price with your agreement, his lips slammed into yours. Reaching down, he lifted you up faster than you could have expected as his hands grabbed onto your thighs, hoisting you up and supporting you against his body.

Squeaking in surprise, you wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, holding onto him while you kissed back, your eyes closing. The coarse hairs of his beard scratched against your skin while he moved his lips, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Even as he started walking, Price didn’t break the kiss, his scent becoming overpowering in the most delicious way while he walked out of his office and down the hallways to his room, his hands starting to squeeze and fondle the meat of your thighs.

In record time he had reached the door, kicking it open before rolling inside, using your body to slam it shut as he pinned you against the wooden frame, finally breaking the kiss fully, giving the both of you time to breathe.

“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to do that.” Price whispered, leaning down and pressing his nose against your neck, groaning as your scent fully enveloped him. “My omega…”

At his words, a flutter coursed through you, happier than you could believe to hear him say that – actually say that.

“Please claim me, alpha.” You returned in kind as you begged, causing a shiver to rack down Price’s spine, his pupils blown with lust as he nipped at your neck before he pulled back to look at you.

“Gladly.”

With that, he pulled back from the door after locking it, swiftly walking to his bed where he lowered you down, carefully placing you on your back before he allowed himself to get on as well, climbing over you.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He whispered, finally able to openly stare at you as he took in how well your uniform clung sat on your body.

Laying beneath Price, your chest was heaving as you took him in. His hat was nowhere to be seen, forgotten in his office while he trapped you beneath him. The muscles of his arm bulged underneath his shirt, his chest moving with every breath as he shifted, moving to slot himself between your legs.

“I’m going to ask this one last time, love.” He spoke in a low tone, leaning down as he pressed a kiss by your chin before moving up to the corner of your mouth, kissing there as well. “Are you sure this is what you want? No going back.” He murmured, one of his hands landing on your waist, rubbing back and forth.

“I want this.” You said immediately, reaching your hands down to grab onto his belt, pulling him closer to you. “I want you, John.” You whispered and Price groaned, placing his hand on your cheek.

“You’ll have me.” He mumbled before kissing you, starting to untuck your shirt from your camo pants with his hand still on your waist, his palm immediately darting underneath the fabric the moment it could.

His hand was warm and rough, sending shivers up your spine as he traced your ribs up, stopping just short of your chest.

Humming in delight at the feeling of his hand, you began to undo his belt, the clinking sounding through the room besides your shared heavy breathing. Price didn’t seem to mind as he hiked your shirt up further, seeming just as eager as you were as he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

“Look at you, already so good for me.” He hummed with a smirk.

Sitting back on his haunches, he reached over his head and grabbed his shirt at the back, yanking it off of himself before throwing it to the side, revealing his bare torso. Dark hair was scattered all over his chest, running down in a v-shape towards his stomach where it ran down until it disappeared into his happy trail, obscured still by his boxers – visible now that you had opened up his pants.

You were unashamedly staring and it was clear Price enjoyed it.

Staying put for another few seconds to let you stare, Price then leaned forward to hover over you again, his dog tags swinging by your neck now that they were no longer tucked under his clothes. “Show me.” He whispered, tugging at your shirt and you bit your lip, nodding as you obeyed the command.

Reaching down, your torso was bare in no time, making Price groan appreciatively. Grabbing hold of your waist, it was dwarfed by his large hands while he leaned down, starting to kiss from your stomach up to your neck, making sure to nip and suck at your nipples before he moved further up, starting to rub his cheek past yours before he leaned even further rubbing the side of his neck to yours as he scented you.

Your scent glands, extra sensitive due to the oncoming claim, caused you to shudder as he rubbed his own into yours. Slowly, what had been so distinctly alpha and omega in the air now mixed into one as Price then moved onto the other side of your neck and scented you there as well, a groan in the back of his throat as his hips bucked into yours.

Just feeling his erection - straining against his clothing - caused a whimper to pull from you as you quickly faded into the submissive mentality that came with a claiming; your instincts taking over.

“Fuck, please, I need you.” You whimpered, almost feeling as if you’d gone into heat just from how needy you were becoming, your underwear stained with your own arousal, making it uncomfortable to stay in.

“I know, I’m here.” Price soothed, equally riled up though he managed to hide it better, putting you as priority while he began unbuckling your pants, quickly discarding it together with his own, leaving you both in nothing but underwear.

Seeing the wet stain on the fabric, Price growled low in his throat as he placed his hands on your inner thighs and spread your legs, giving himself a better view while he rubbed his thumb over the spot.

The scent of your arousal filled  the air, joining with your combined pheromones and that was enough to do the alpha in, his patience faltering as he reached out and ripped through your underwear, tearing the fabric before he threw it away – useless now.

Transfixed, he stared at your glistening folds, his erection straining against his own underwear as he now used both thumbs to spread you open, getting a good look at every part of you. “Fuck, such a perfect pussy.” He spoke almost under his breath, as if it wasn’t meant to be said out loud. Yet you heard all the same, making you whine as you bucked your hips towards him, almost inviting him to take you.

Something Price wasn’t going to pass up.

Quickly discarding his own underwear, Price panted as he grabbed hold of his cock. Pumping himself a few times, you could see he was leaking precum, his tip an angry red while he positioned himself back between your legs, the tip pressed to your folds.

“I’m going to claim you. My mate, my omega. Do you understand?” He spoke, his voice a low gravel and you nodded desperately, making Price groan as he leaned forward and buried his face into the side of your neck, his eyes closed. “Are you ready?” He whispered and you hummed, spreading your legs even wider.

With that final consent, Price then began pushing his cock into you.

Sliding inside inch by inch, you gasped for breath while the alpha stretched you out, taking his time as he moved bit by bit, his hips stuttering whenever he did, as if he was still firmly holding himself back.

Yet none of that was on your mind, as all you could think about was to feel him inside you. Without warning, your legs wrapped around his waist before you locked them together and pulled, forcing Price fully inside of you, causing a groan to leave him as your wet heat enveloped him entirely.

Immediately, the faux-heat that had began to develop inside you rocketed the pleasure to eleven. Just the feeling of him entering you had your toes curling as you gasped, borderline on the brink of orgasm already.

Caught off guard by your action, the alpha then steeled himself, firmly planting his hands on your hips. Given how wet you were, Price slowly began to thrust, unable to wait while he leaned in and kissed you, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin while he began fucking you.

What started out slow quickly picked up in pace, neither of you willing to wait. While you let out little breaths every time he bottomed out, the captain grunted in pleasure while the sound of skin slapping on skin began to ring in the room.

“Fuck you feel so good. Exactly like I imagined.” Price huffed as he kissed around your throat, his right hand coming down to push into your clit.

Immediately, your back arched and you whined loudly, causing the man to keep rolling his thumb over the nub, your shallow breathing turning to little moans while he thrusted into you, your head feeling thick and foggy as you could barely comprehend the orgasm you were on the precipice of.

You didn’t even have time to be embarrassed. The two of you had barely started before you were already orgasming as he pushed down onto your clit one more time, making you moan as you arched your back, your walls beginning to clench and spasm around the alpha fucking into you, an appreciative groan echoing from his throat at the feeling. “Bloody hell, love.” He panted while you trembled.

Even as you rode out your orgasm, Price never stopped thrusting, a ring of white appearing around his cock from your cum now as he pushed right through.

“Fuck, John-“ You moaned, not even given time to recover or breathe as he started speeding up his thrusts.

“Keep going like this and I can’t hold out long.” Price groaned, grabbing the back of your knees before pushing up, pinning them to your chest as he put you in a mating press, his cock dragging in and out of your walls at a rapid pace, making your whimpers and moans increase.

Where there usually should have been overstimulation, now you only felt pleasure, the uncanny ability for an omega to turn the sensitivity of pleasure up yet remove overstimulation rearing its head. After all, the more aroused and pleasured, the more fertile, as well as to keep up with an alpha’s stamina in rut.

“John- Alpha-“ You cried, completely trapped under him as he put his full weight onto you, keeping you in a mating press for him, causing his thrusts to hit deeper than before, his tip hitting straight onto your g-spot with every single thrust.

His hips slapping into the back of your thighs, you were a panting, moaning and sweaty mess, barely able to hold onto your own mind as he fucked you straight towards another orgasm, his shaft squelching with each thrust, making you whine as slowly, the base of his cock started to swell.

Panting, Price began stretching you out further and further with each thrust as his knot began to grow, indicating his climax was near.

Every thrust became more shallow than the previous while his movements sped up, fucking into you now to chase his own release as his knot slowly became too big to fit as he pounded into you.

“God, I’m gonna make you mine.” Price panted, his eyes focused, dead set on your neck and you whimpered out a moan.

“Please, please, fuck, I need your knot!” You begged, pushing back into every one of his thrusts now, needing to feel the swell of his cock inside you, feel it plug you up to keep his cum in, fully marking you as his, inside and out.

“You want it, love?” Price panted, smiling as he kept thrusting, the bulbous knot at the base of his shaft teasing your entrance every time, beginning to push in before it met too much resistance and the alpha pulled back before thrusting again.

“Yes!” You whined, grabbing onto the chain of his dog tags to pull him down. “Please!” You cried and that was all it took.

Groaning loudly in pleasure, Price tightly grabbed hold of your hips and pulled, pushing his cock into you at the same time, forcing himself past the resistance of your tight entrance.

Instantly, the both of you moaned and Price started shallowly thrusting as much as his cock allowed, his release mere moments away as he continued to thrust.

“Fuck, fuck-!” The captain growled before darting forward and sinking his teeth into the point where your shoulder met your neck, slamming into you as deep as he could go at the same time, grinding his pelvis into yours while his knot swelled fully as he came.

Hot, white seed shot into you, painting your walls as his orgasm washed over him.

With his teeth embedded in your flesh, he marked you inside and out, pumping his hips as he filled you with release, his knot trapping every single drop inside of you as ropes of cum continued to spurt into you, filling you up in a sensation you’d never experienced before.

Moaning at the feeling, it hurtled you into another orgasm as you sharply arched your back, causing Price to bite down harder as he created the mating mark, making sure he wouldn’t slip even as you squirmed, the pain only intensifying your climax as your breath was knocked out of you, your walls attempting to clench around his knot but unable to, simply too stretched as they were.

Yet as Price’s high faded while he became fixed to you through his knot, you were still on cloud nine. With both your orgasms, the heat in your body faded, replaced by a pleasurable thrum that flickered in your belly.

The both of you were panting and sweaty, Price pulling away from your neck, a deep bite mark sitting right around your left scent gland.

His mark.

With his seed kept inside you by the plug of his knot, and the permanent mating mark around your scent gland, you knew you were now full and well Price’s omega.

[seiya234]

happy tauniversary

this post is kind of late, because i was out with my kid all day at the corn maze.

a lot has changed since we started TAU

ten years ago I had been in maryland all of two months. my then-fiancee and i had moved from texas, where we both had lived our entire lives. i was not only planning our wedding (in texas!) but i was also starting my ph.d.

to say that i had a lot going on would be a huge understatement.

i had just gotten into gravity falls via tumblr- shout out to whoever made a gif set from 'the hand that rocks the mabel'- when i ran across zoey's original two to three posts. to this day i couldn't entirely tell you why my brain seized on this au, other than it did and it immediately went into hyperfocus mode.

before TAU, i hadn't really written any fanfic except for some discworld au and some drabbles here and there. but a post about future niblings really inspired me and before i knew it i was writing.

i started messaging @zillychu a LOT and god bless their heart they humored me and answered back. after about a month of accumulated posts they created the blog and began to mod it with @homebeccer and @ghostfiish . There was a brief period where @zillychu was thinking about stepping back from the blog and because i was an extremely over eager beaver, i practically kicked down the door of their inbox and begged to be a mod.

the rest, as they say, is history.

i had absolutely zero idea that this would last ten years. when i joined, i had no idea that we'd have a skype channel and then two (two!) discords, that there would be a wiki, that there would be fanvids and tiktoks and cosplay and of course the literal terabytes of fic and art.

to this day, it still thrills me to no end that y'all make art and fic of my OCs. never in my wildest dreams as a tiny baby weeb would i have ever thought that THAT would be a possibility.

a lot has changed for me in these ten years. i got married. i recently got divorced. i had a baby, and now that baby is a big girl and in kindergarten. it took dont-ask-how-long but i finally got the ph.d and now shamelessly introduce myself as Dr. Seiya everywhere i go.

and i made friends. @haberdashing and @avafalls from our early days (hey habby and avagator!) @skia-oura sent me a beautiful baby kimono from their home in Japan and I still have the beautiful log and flower arrangement @oreramar made me one christmas. (the hot chocolate is long gone lol) i've enjoyed so very deeply getting to know @toothpastecanyon, @feferipeixes and @avespecora (sorry i missed the eclipse!) i almost got detained at the canadian border for @marypsue (spoiler alert, don't tell canadian immigration you're staying with a friend from the internet but you don't know their home address)

the blog almost got deleted. we've had mods come and go as life happens and moves on. the blog is old enough i've been able to see trends happen, and characters become popular, fade away... then coming roaring back again. i've personally told the mods two times that i was stepping back from the blog For Real For Real (for real this time) because life was catching up to me and I just wasn't as in to it as I used to be only to come slinking back like the dirty liar I am. i see in your notes all the time that you all have been reading this since you were tweenagers which ngl does make me feel the cold breath of the grave on my mid-thirties back but also warms my heart.

@transcendence-au changed my life, and for the better.

thank you @zillychu for making a random one off hc post that exploded into something i don't think you could have ever predicted.

and thank you all (yes, you. you in the back. i like your shirt.) for your support and your love.

[jinusajas]

05/12/25; 11:10pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ skipping foreplay with them ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: just some unedited, short and sweet thirst posts made in response to how the movie sinners made me feel 🙂‍↕️ michael b. jordan, the man that you are ♡

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

you were on top of him, hands lightly gripping at his shoulder as you rocked your hips against his engorged cock. his once garnet eyes were eclipsed by a darkness that seems to swallow you whole-

making your aching walls clench around his cock, taking his very breath away.

you continue bracing yourself on his shoulder, riding him with your thighs clenched over his hips. the sensation of his cockhead sliding in and out of your heat had you tossing your head back in response.

“damn kitten, you weren’t kidding when you told me to skip the foreplay.” sylus speaks to you through gritted teeth, earning a breathy giggle from you as you proceeded to bounce up and down his cock.

“told you i was already wet and ready for you.”

a dangerous glint was seen in the onychinus’s leaders eyes, and your hips began stuttering in response when he manages to flip you against the bed. with you now laying on your back, sylus tosses both of your legs over his shoulders before impaling you over and over again with his cock. almost going feral over you and relishing in how you made him feel, he keeps you in a mating press with the sole purpose of rendering you unable to walk for at least a week.

you had managed to convince zayne to simply settle back in bed, with him sitting in an upright position before you joined him. the startling hue of his irises had already been hidden by darkness due to how dilated they were upon seeing you.

the doctor watches your every move, and his eyes go wide upon seeing you settling yourself over his lap. your naked back was pressed firmly against his bare chest, with his breathing hitching when you manage to take off his boxers. his firm cock was revealed to you, causing zayne’s breathing to turn labored when you slowly began to descend your aching cunt down on him.

he lets out a low grunt of your name, feeling your already slick heat taking every inch of his cock deep inside of you. with your back arched against him, you swivel your hips up and down his shaft, your hands reaching from behind to thread your fingers into his hair.

“f-fuck…! this is- honey, i don’t think i can last a minute inside of you.”

a rush of airy laughter comes out of you, with your movements growing more desperate as you sloppily continue stroking his cock with your center. “that’s the whole point, zaynie. i want you to make a mess out of me~”

zayne’s response was immediate, with both hands felt gripping at your hips as he met your thrusts with his own. his hips kept slamming back into you (hitting that spongy spot over and over again as you slowly lost your mind)-

“OH MY GOD, ZAYNE!”

your abdomen tightens in response to the onslaught of pleasure zayne had given you, unable to hold on for another second as you let out a shuddering breath.

with your release taking over your body, you let out a loud mewl of his name, spilling your juices all over his cock as he hid his head on your shoulder, pounding with a desperation inside of you as the bed shook with his every movement before allowing the last thread of his self constraint to snap-

pumping every last bit of his seed within you, ensuring that you had his fill.

xavier presses your body against the wall of your apartment, teeth harshly nipping at your ear as his hand trails down to the curve of your ass.

“you told me that you were wet enough for me… now, let’s see how true those words are, starlight.”

wearing only the flimsy material of your panties, you were left whimpering when xavier presses his naked chest against your back, his erection brushing against the gusset of your undergarment. “hn, it does feel damp, however-“

xavier trails off, shoving aside your panties before slotting his cock between your legs. the sudden sensation of his hard and velvety cock sliding between your legs nearly makes you fall over in response.

with you bracing yourself against the wall, xavier strokes the underside of his cock with your cunt, the squelching sounds of your walls echoing throughout the room as xavier leans forward to gently bite down against the shell of your ear.

“you’re going to have to be much wetter than this, starlight. i want you dripping with need for me before i can give you this cock.”

xavier kept stroking his cock against your heat, making you ache with such potency that you were left begging for him by the end of it all.

and only when you made a mess of the floor with your honeyed arousal did xavier finally impale you with his cock, setting a brutally fast pace that had you seeing stars.

rafayel swore that he lives to hear your melodic moans and witness your face twisted in pleasure. such a sinfully beautiful sight was enough to keep him motivated. and it was during intimate moments like these that rafayel regrets not getting his sketchbook to help with immortalizing it.

you were in his studio, looking directly into a full length mirror while bouncing up and down his cock. both of your clothes were tossed carelessly off to the side, and the lemurian could bask in your natural beauty.

his cock was practically straining with need for you, with the mushroom tip of his cock still an angry shade of red, leaking bits of precum each time you came down on him. your pants and desperate moans of his name causes a new surge of lust to course through his very veins.

resting his chin atop your shoulder, rafayel playfully pinches your nipples, earning a loud keen from you as your movements became even sloppier. he chuckles in response to how sensitive your body had become, pressing a kiss against your damp cheek before helping you move.

“such a pretty princess you are.” rafayel coos at you before gripping at your hips while proceeding to bounce you up and down his cock. “you’ve been such a good girl for me, how about i help take you to heaven?”

and with you begging oh so sweetly for him, who was he to refuse you?

caleb had you pressed against the bed while laying on your side, your legs spread as you were utterly naked. with heat felt coursing through your veins, you tremble upon feeling caleb trail kisses down your ankles and towards your knees.

“damn, i’ll never get over seeing you in this position babygirl.”

his taut body was ready for you, his cock stroked to full hardness as he presses the tip of it against your swollen cunt. you grip at the sheets, with tiny droplets of tears streaming down your face. “please caleb, i need you so bad. just give it to me.”

your words causes his eyes to darken considerably, with the colonel now gripping at your ankles to pull you closer to him. he teases the outer lips of your pussy for a brief moment before completely sheathing himself inside of you.

broken cries of his name echoed throughout the room as caleb pistons his cock at a rapid pace, the sounds of your walls squelching in response to his lovemaking had your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. with how good your lover was making you feel, you were certain that your desperate mewls and moans of his name could be heard throughout the apartment-

it was just a shame that you lost the ability to care, not when caleb was fucking you so good and treating you so well.

end notes: you readers have no idea how hot and bothered sinners left me feeling 🫦

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[zoandreez]

i know, i read her diary ┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° neteyam drabble

pairing: neteyam x metkayina!reader

summary: the tulkun have returned! after a quick journaling session you ran out to see your soul sister once again, not bothering to hide your journal. tuk stumbles upon it, and sees a certain someones name.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fluff

a/n: first five paragraphs is a diary entry if you didn't catch that !!

"it had been about three and a half months since the suli family came to awa'altu for uturu, or 'a sanctuary for my family,' as toruk makto called it. excluding him and his mate, there were four of them.

"tuk, the youngest. she is a sweetheart, and she reminds me so much of tsireya when she was younger. i love catering to her like an older sister, making rock bracelets and waist beads with her, and helping her attach memories to her songcord, like her ilu's tooth, and the first shell she saw when she landed in awa'altu for the first time.

"lo'ak, the younger brother. he was a troublemaker, but had a kind soul. he is misunderstood, and i can see that. i wish ao'nung with stop picking on him, but he admits it's just an older brother instinct. he respects lo'ak, just finds his "freakish features" (earned a smack from tsireya) mockable.

"kiri, the older sister. i adore kiri, she adores me. she was an insanely quick learner, and was the first one of the four to master ilu riding. she loves the ocean as much as i do, and will go swimming with me when the ocean was cool at night to see the bioluminescence during eclipse. me, her, tsireya, and tuk made an unstoppable group.

"lastly, neteyam, the oldest brother. i like neteyam. not in the way i like the other three, no. i like.. neteyam. at least i think so. i like his beads at the ends of his braids, and that they shake every time he moves. i like his gentleman mannerism, and that he never overstepped or showed disrespect when me or tsireya was teaching him the way of water. he was pretty, even if he had a thin tail and long skinny limbs different to me. he showed me his banshee one day, and it was beautiful. just like him. i can talk to him about anything. except for this. he won't know about this. i don't think i'll ever tell him how i enjoy the spots on his face and how they frame his eyes, or the way his tail sways when he hears something funny, or that"

you stopped for a moment, shaking out your hand from consistent writing. and almost as if it was perfect timing, tsireya popped her head in the marui. "sister! the tulkun have returned!"

you perked your head at the comment, and immediately stood up. you hadn't seen your soul sister in forever. similar to your mother's soul sister, r'oa, your soul sister was also a composer of songs. you couldn't wait to hear what she had for you today.

you walked out the marui, yipping for your ilu. before you got on, you heard the familiar shout. "what's going on?" neteyam said to you. before you could answer, tsireya came from her circle of the island.

"the tulkuns have returned! our brothers and sisters are back!" she said, resulting in many yips and dives into the water. you gestured for neteyam to follow you, and smiled as you went under the water.

you dove and swam past many reuniting soul ties, before you laid eyes on your sister. you swam up to her, eagerly waving. "hello, my love!" you signed to your tulkun. "my sister. how have you been?"

"i've been great. i met a boy," you signed shyly.

"really? i have found a mate as well," your tulkun wailed, squinting as a sign of happiness.

you turned and saw neteyam, before bringing him over.

"this is neteyam," you signed, as he waved at your sister. "he doesn't know, though." you giggled.

"know what?" he signed back. you exchanged a glance with your tulkun before shrugging, and spinning with her. he watched you as you elegantly extended your body, aligning yourself with your soul sister's effortlessly. he smiled at your eagerness to be with her once again. you climbed on her back, and brought neteyam to her fin as she sped in the water. you enjoyed her fast swimming, and wanted him to experience that too.

eventually, eclipse neared. you closed your journal of your writing for the day, telling it all about how neteyam met your soul sister. you left for supper in the main pod, as tsireya told you about her soul sister's gossip.

walking to your marui after dinner, you noticed something was off. it took you a while, but it hit you.

your journal was missing.

you went straight to tsireya, who had no clue where it went. ao'nung? no clue you even had a journal. kiri hadn't seen it. neither had ronal. lo'ak was.. awfully quiet.

"lo'ak.."

"....tukhasit."

"WHAT?"

"i saw her reading something earlier when i came back from seeing payakan. while dad was cursing me out, she ran out to neteyam. so he probably has it."

your face flushed. the one person you wouldn't want to see it has probably saw it. and that was bad. calmly, you went to his room in the sully's marui. nearing it, you didn't want to be too direct, so you hid under it. treading water, you listened through the netted floors as he spoke.

"i don't know what she meant by 'he doesn't know.' i don't think she meant having a crush on me, although i wish she did." you froze. your heart was the only thing moving at this point, fluttering at his words. neteyam liked you?

"don't worry. she likes your skinny tail and fancy beads. i know, i read her diary." the familiar voice hit you. tuk? you froze as you listened. you would have been upset, but he felt the same way.

"you did?"

"mhm!" she cleared her throat before you heard pages rustling. you froze. she still has it? you had to compose your laughter as she tried her best impression of you.

"today, my soul sister met neteyam. we spoke all about how i liked him, but it was a close call. i saw him watching, so i brought him over. im not sure if he saw what i was saying about him, but he doesn't know much of the sign language anyways.

"she took the two of us for a ride. i loved hearing his laughs, and me and her exchanged a warm feeling. i think she likes neteyam too. hopefully not in the way i do. i'll elaborate later, after supper. i have got to hear what tsireya's soul sister said about lo'ak."

she slammed the book shut, and sighed. "there you have it!"

"wow.. she really likes me?" neteyam said, taking it in for a moment.

"in her words exactly, 'at least i think so.'"

"so we're reading diaries now?" you said, appearing from behind the wall. tuk shrieked, and you chased her along the beach playfully. you caught up to her and scooped her up. "you're lucky he likes me back, you'd be dead."

"do i like you?" neteyam said, popping up behind you. you dropped tuk from the sudden voice.

"shit. sorry, tuk! (i'm alright!)" you turned to neteyam. "i dont know, do you?"

"yeah, i do." he said, inching closer. your body heated up as he leaned to your ear to whisper something. "at least i think so." he grinned before turning away and leaving. you stood there for a moment, stunned.

"okay girl, go get some!" you heard tuk say, mouth stuffed with sand from when she was dropped.

"we have got to get you away from lo'ak and his slang."

a/n: this is something light, only because idk what my next part of my ao'nung series will be. i might just drop hcs and stuff like this for a while

[rosescarletful]

Written for For @divinit3a Café Lunch Rush prompt list. All great inspiration, I had a blast writing this! Take this *throws Eclipse at you.

Drabble name: Tireless Work Brings May Flowers

Contents: Canon Eclipse x Reader, yn is a mechanic, post fire au.

Chosen words: Clouds, honeydew, bonfire, hope, celebration.

Word Count: 2185

Day fifteen. You wipe the grease from your brow and exhale, turning screws back into place. This isn’t the first time you have had to fix this circuit, nor will it be the last, but you persevere this way regardless. 

You plug in the animatronic to your wall, press a switch in his open chest, and wait, leaning over his face plate to hold him.

“Hi sweetie.” You coo to him. His optics are black, and you do not know if he hears you, but you will talk to him this way regardless, just like you did back then. You’re not sure who it is, really, Sun or Moon. They merge perfectly in this form, his hat you stitched up piece by piece dangling over the table and his rays carefully mended.

“I fixed one of your core wires. It blew out again - this should be a better piece now.” You lament your limited access to good parts, but if Faz caught wind that you stole one of their own, they would probably hunt you down real quick. You would never see him again, and that's not something you can bear. The fire already made your heart break and weep enough.

You found him lying there, smoking from the bonfire. He was posed reaching for the entrance, clothes almost entirely burnt off. You wept and gathered him up, pressing apologies upon apologies into his metal. How scared they must have been, under the pressure of the burning heat.

You trace a finger on a ray, pushing it gently to rotate. You miss when Sun span his rays when he saw you, making wave patterns to make you laugh. “Should be any day now.” You comment, trying to hold it together as he fails to boot up again. Something sparks down by his leg, and you take a deep breath. 

It's alright, the world is not ending. Something is preventing them from booting up, and you just need to figure out why. 

Day twenty eight. You know you are getting closer because they do not spark anymore, at least. So far, he gets to his optic lights flickering, then powers off again, so you are so close you can taste it. 

“It's a beautiful day out today.” You hum, opening the blinds. A sunbeam shines on his chassis, you hope he can feel some of the warmth, or at least know the sun is there. “I hope we can have a picnic soon. Remember? I said I'd show you, and Moon pinched my cheek making fun of me. You can’t leave, he said. But I said I'd figure it out.” You type rapidly at your computer, going through his code line by line. The answer to his failed boot up, or at least why the sun does not change their appearance, is in here. You are sure of it.

Day forty five. You rest your head in your hands next to your attendant, taking slow, deep breaths. You will not give up, no matter what, but you feel frustrated close to tears. Fixing the code isn’t working, and there’s nothing theoretically wrong with their body, yet they won’t wake up. 

You pick your head up and rest it in your hands, just staring at him. “I won’t stop.” You mutter. He has to know you aren’t letting this setback stop you. What if they are listening in there? Stuck? It would be a living hell to you, so you refuse to leave them in any capacity. 

You stand, stretching and cracking your spine. You can, although the memory is getting a little hazy, remember Sun reprimanding you about your posture, so you straighten up.

No, don’t think like that. He will wake up. You are a decent mechanic and you will get to see them again. There is no other outcome.

You wonder what they think of you, working tirelessly. You harbor your silly feelings in yourself, too afraid to say anything. 

Day fifty arrives with little fanfare. You are a little worse for wear, eye bags heavy from long nights and constant work. You have him sitting up, trying something new with the cables on the back of his head. You are petrified to touch his motherboard, but as the weeks dragged on, you are running out of options. 

“You know, soon, I can get some boots for you so you can stomp in puddles. I think both of you would like that.” The rain beats heavy against the window, muffling the world outside. You would give anything to sit with either of them on your porch, just watching the storm. “Maybe a poncho. Do they make ponchos nine feet tall?” You snort at your own joke, carefully soldering the pins connecting the wires. 

Once done, you lay him back down, and plug him into the wall. Again, you press the button, leaning over his face plate once more. “Okay. Give me something sweetie. Anything.” You stare at him intently, eyes flicking over his body rapidly. Like always, his fingers twitch, core beginning to boot up. His optics turn on, flickering, but then the whole body shuts off right after.

You curl your fingers. You’ve increased the electric output way more than what should be necessary, so why is this happening? 

You go back over to the plug, inspecting it. The storm booms horribly outside, but you pay no mind to it. 

Is it your electric output? You think you would cry for a whole day if this all amounted to not enough power. But, you have checked this outlet countless times, even got a power maximized for it. Nothing. 

Lighting strikes close. “Don’t worry.” You say out loud. You would be worried if you had never heard a storm before, too. “It will pass. I'm gonna try the startup sequence one more time, okay?” You take a breath, and plug it back in.

You are thrown back, shouting in pain. Electricity shoots up your arm, and you shake, almost biting your tongue. “What the hell!” You shout, shaking your head. 

No. Your heart stops for a second, because that was plugged into your friend!

You scrabble to your feet, choking. This can’t be it. All your hard work can’t end here. Oh god the hard drive could be fried! You could have a smoking motherboard, never to see them again! You watch in horror as he spasms, electricity coursing through the body.

You lean over him, assessing any damage. His internals look okay, and you don’t smell smoke. Instead, you watch with fear turned rapidly building hope as his optics turn online, electricity turning the gears in his internals. 

You hold your breath, praying to anything that could be listening. “Sun? Moon?” You call, shaking with adrenaline. Anything, please. Just let him wake up.

Slowly, pinpricks turn on, and he blinks one. You almost start sobbing.

Abruptly, he sits up, rays popping in and out of his face plate. “Happy birthday!” He cheers, in a voice that does not sound like either of your friends. Your watery smile falters. Who…is this?

“Happy..birthday?” You echo, unsure. He seems to light up brightly, swinging his feet to the side. At least mobility is okay. You are so shocked, you aren’t sure how to react. 

He calls your name, startling you out of your thoughts. “Still us.” One voice, low and soothing. “Still us!” Another cheer, light and airy. 

You can’t help it, you break down in sobs right there. You throw your arms around his neck, shaking and trembling. “Oh, thank god. You’re here, you’re alive, you…merged?” You ask. He wraps arms around you, and you could cry from how gently he holds you. You thought that this form was some kind of safety protocol, when the day and night cycles got messed up. Apparently not.

“Yes! My name is Eclipse.” His tone is cheerful and bright, yet warm and slow with an even cadence. He really is both of your friends. “Don’t cry, starshine! We’re back in tip top shape, thanks to you!” You press your wobbly lips together, overjoyed. 

He lifts a hand, holding your cheek. You pick up your head to face him, ugly crying as you are. He holds you everywhere, touching your sides, your hair, your legs. Like he is memorizing you.

“We’re so happy it was you fixing us. You’re perfect, just perfect.” He hums, rubbing thumbs on your face. This new version of your friends is very…affectionate! “Ah, we could hear you, as well. Everything.” He says dreamily. Your face flushes, but you are so glad you assumed that they could. “Even the anime updates.” A deeper voice grouses. You choke out a laugh, bubbling up from deep within your chest. He stares at you intently, optics flicking over your face.

“Let's do that right now.” He says abruptly. You tilt your head. “Sit in the storm. That sounds like a lovely idea! We can watch the ever moving blanket of clouds, with our favorite mechanic!” Arms reach out to hoist you up, and you squeak, patting his chest to stop.

“Wait! Wait! You need to go through diagnostics first! Hold on!

Your life changes like the flip of a card, with Eclipse. He is so happy to do anything with you, whether that be finally showing your friends anime, cooking, or just sitting next to you, buzzing in a way that can only be considered purring. 

You were a little worried that your friends would fade away, merged like this, but that could not be farther from the case. Your morning walks are exclusively with Sun, his higher pitched voice and straight posture show his control. The rays shrink almost into his head with Moon, who fights you in video games and hums to you sometimes, when he thinks you are asleep.

Eclipse however, is very…hands on. You have a very hard time saying no, those feelings you shoved deep inside of you overjoyed at getting to touch freely. You can’t break this easy camaraderie that the two of you have, but lately you can’t stop thinking about kissing his silly face. What would it be like? Would they take turns, or just kiss you as Eclipse? You wouldn’t mind either way.

When he is stable enough, and you are sure he isn’t going to keel over outside, you take your friend on that promised picnic. You bring food for yourself, some tools just in case, and a fluffy blanket. 

The day is crisp and shining, Eclipse watching in fascination as his steps sink into the ground. His gaze darts around, taking in the birds, trees, and a deer running off in the distance. Your heart swells, feeling like you won the lottery as his rays sink into his face plate to spin rapidly. “Up that hill.” You direct, carrying your things up with you.

You two sit under a tree, enjoying the sunshine. He points out every day things to you, like a squirrel staring at him intently, like the cloud formed in the shape of a fish. A smile is stuck to your face, nodding along. You celebrate every new instance, overjoyed.

“Toldja.” You remark, gesturing to your set up. “I promised. This is a good old fashioned picnic!” He scoots closer to you, picking you up bodily and placing you in his lap, hugging you. Jeez! He doesn’t have the same boundaries as a human, but give a person a warning!

“Eclipse!” You shout, squirming in his lap. He rumbles in his voice box, pulling you to his chest, resting his face plate on your shoulder. “That's better..” He gives you a squeeze, fans whirring in his chest. 

“Actually..” Sun’s voice cuts in. “It's missing one key part.” You turn, trying to see what he’s talking about. Instead, he presents a flower to you, a tulip in fresh bloom. “For you.” Moon’s voice rasps, and presses it into your hair, over your ear. You touch it, in wonder. 

“Thank you, that's so sweet of you.” You get your knees under you and turn, greeted by a tender look on Eclipse’s face plate.

“This is a new emotion for us.” Eclipse starts. You blink. “But what we do know is that we would have no other. You are precious to us, honeydew, and we hope you feel the same.” Your face turns red as a tomato, sputtering. He leans closer. “Would you be ours?” The voices break Eclipse’s steady cadence, both of them speaking at once. 

“Do you…do you know what you’re asking? To be together, that's more than just friends.” It's okay if they don't understand. You are content to be this way - 

“Yes.” They answer firmly. “We know what being partners is. We want that. We want everything with you, whatever you will give us. Your hopes, your fears, love, as well.” Your lip wobbles. This is something you could only dream of, working on them tirelessly.

Shakily you nod. “Yes. Yes, please. Yes.” He pulls you in for a kiss, fans so loud you can hear his chest rumbling.

You share a kiss that is all encompassing, pressing your hands to his chest.

A new beginning, a new love.

Fin.