#(yes i know i should have just stuck with blue for him but hush i fucked up)

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

my breadventures arise.... i kneaded to do something crafty but Tasty and there's no butter way to get rolling than with something everyone would loaf! we'll see how this pans out!

[tornadoyoungiron]

TRAINTOBER | Day 29 - Out of Service

Sir Handel is out of service in the sheds today, upset that he won't get to meet a visitor.

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“This isn’t fair!” Sir Handel shouted at no one in particular.

“Yer should have thought about that before ye tried to rush yer jobs at the quarry!” Duncan remarked with a smirk. 

“It was just a bump! I’m not even damaged! Why do I need to be assessed?!” The little blue engine huffed. 

"Safety first, Sir Handel," Mr Percival chided his engine. "I cannot in good faith allow you to pull passengers without knowing that you are completely safe to do so."

"But sir!"

“Enough, Sir Handel,” The Thin Controller scolded the little blue engine. “This is not up for debate.”

“But sir-! I wanted to meet the new engine!” Sir Handel whined but the man was already out of earshot.

Peter Sam looked regretful at Sir Handel before offering some kind words.

“We’ll see if we can convince the visitor to come visit you in the sheds.”

“Isn’t the visitor Tornado? Isn’t she standard gauge? She won’t be able to come and see me at the sheds!” Sir Handel complained.

Duncan gave an annoyed, ‘humph’ but Skarloey was a little more sympathetic. 

“It’s alright Sir Handel,” the red engine assured him. “Perhaps we could organise a way to put you on a flatbed so you can go see her.”

“On a flatbed? Me?” Sir Handel scoffed. “I don’t think so! Especially not in front of a grand young express engine such as Tornado!”

Rheneas sighed and he and Skarloey gave an exasperated look at one another. 

“We don’t even know if the visitor is Tornado!” Peter Sam pointed out. 

“Well, what other new steam engines would there be?” Sir Handel scoffed annoyed. 

"Well um actually," Duncan began but he was quickly hushed by Peter Sam. Duncan glared at the green engine but shut his mouth.

“You’ll get a chance to meet the new engine Sir Handel, fret not,” Skarloey tried to assure him but Sir Handel simply stared down at the tracks before him, dejected and upset. 

The other engines glanced at each other, but said nothing more, leaving Sir Handel to wallow in his misery.

~~~

The day wore on and Sir Handel sat in the sheds, a few of the engineers bustling about, seeing to his parts, reoiling his joints and nitpicking his injectors. 

“Hurry up! Hurry up!” Sir Handel fussed at them constantly. They just rolled their eyes at him and continued their work. “I’m never going to meet Tornado at this rate!”

“Tornado’s not here,” one of the men grumbled at him. “She’s on the mainland.”

Sir Handel frowned at him.

“That’s not right, there’s a new engine coming to the railway, who else would it be?”

“Tornado is standard gauge, she couldn’t come on to the railway even if she was here,” One of the Skarloey engineers pointed out, her voice gentle. “There are other new engines that have been built, not just Tornado, Sir Handel.”

Sir Handel looked at her curiously. Behind her smile she was hiding something, he could tell and he frowned at her. He was about to ask what was going on when an unfamiliar whistle.

He looked out past her and saw a red engine coming excitedly towards them, Peter Sam following them with a wide grin on his face. His face creased in confusion as he stared at the red engine. He didn’t recognise them, it definitely wasn’t Skarloey or Rheneas. 

There was something… odd about them. They only had hand rails on one side, their saddle tank didn’t come down to their running board-

Their design was like Peter Sam's but… not.

“Excuse me! Excuse me! Are you Sir Handel?” The engine called to him and Sir Handel raised an eye brow at her. 

“I am. Who are you?” He responded and the red engine grinned at him.

“I’m Corris Railway No.7!” 

“Don’t be silly, Corris Railway doesn’t have a Number 7!” Sir Handel scoffed.

“They didn’t until they built me!” The little red engine cheerily exclaimed and Sir Handel stared at her.

“You’re… you’re a new build?” Sir Handel was shocked. “I thought Tornado was the only new build in the UK.”

Corris No.7 pouted at him and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Excuse you I was finished in 2005! Several years before Tornado! Don’t be like the rail fans who dismiss us Narrow Gauge engines!” The new engine scolded and Sir Handel blushed in embarrassment.

“I am terribly sorry, you’re right, young iron,” Sir Handel apologised. “You look, like Peter Sam, but different.”

“She’s the next design along from me and Edward Thomas,” Peter Sam explained with a wide grin. “She’s our cousin. A cousin many, many decades apart.”

“Yes! Yes!” Corris No.7 excitedly agreed. “I’m excited to meet you Sir Handel! I heard from the others about how upset you were that you wouldn’t get to meet me! Sir Haydn tells me amazing stories about you and the other engines here!”

Sir Handel blushed, incredibly touched that Sir Haydn would tell a new engine about him all the way on this island so far away from everyone else.

“Tell my brother I’m grateful to him,” Sir Handel smiled at her, an unshed tear burning his eye.

“I will,” Corris No.7 promised. “Would  you mind if I stay a while, Sir Handel? I’d like to hear stories of you and Peter Sam.”

Sir Handel shed tears of happiness.

“Nothing would give me greater pleasure, Corris No.7.”

~~~

Corris Railway No.7

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

Meet the Family - chapter 1: Meet the Brothers

Work/chapter summary: After Penelope's brothers reach out and she catches them up one what's been going on in her life, they invite her and her long-term boyfriend, Luke, down for a visit. Hearts are healed, promises are made, and everyone is happy again.

Chapter word count: 989

Can also be read here on Ao3

“My brothers reached out to me today,” Penelope said out of the blue one night as she lay in her boyfriend’s arms.

Luke was stunned. “Oh?” In the two years they had been together, and even two years before they’d gotten together, her brothers hadn’t spoken to her once.

“Yeah. They wanted my perspective on why I had done the things I had done. And apparently, they’ve all been in therapy about it and finally came to the conclusion that they shouldn’t blame me for our parents’ deaths.” “Because they shouldn’t.” 

“Okay, I know that, and you know that, but that’s a hard pill to swallow for them. They were so young…” “Just because you were legally an adult doesn’t mean you weren’t young either,” he argued. “I know, I know,” she replied, trying to appease him. “But anyways. We talked. Worked through it. They asked me what was going on in my life.”

“Oh, and obviously you told them your life is so plain and boring and you have no updates,” he teased.

Penelope shoved him lightly, laughing. “No! I told them about my boyfriend, who is super hot, and awesome, and totally in love with me.”

Luke chuckled deep in his throat. “Is that not how you described your non-existent boyfriend to me when we met?”

“I was predicting the future.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Okay.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so rude. Anyway, we’ve been invited down. They want to meet you.”

Luke’s eyes went wide. “They do?”

“Well, I mean, I mentioned we live together and are planning for the future, so yeah. Also, I’m not going there without you. No thank you.”

“Aw, you love me so much you can’t be without me?”

“No. I want my guard dog.”

He scoffed. “Wow, babe. Feeling the love.”

“Oh, hush, you big baby. Are we going or not?”

“Do you want to see them?”

“They’re my brothers. My family. Of course I do. I miss them. And I want you to meet them. I want my family to know I’ve found the person I’m spending the rest of my life with.”

“Then we’ll go.”

“Really?”

Luke held her a bit tighter. “Yes, Penelope. If you want to see them, you should see them, and wherever you go, I follow. Besides, I need to meet my future brothers-in-law at some point.”

Penelope squinted. “Can you even call them that if you haven’t proposed to me yet?”

“It’s coming. I promise.”

“Well, you’re sure taking your sweet time.” For someone who started the relationship unsure if marriage was ever something she would want, she was quite impatient for the impending proposal.

He kissed her lightly. “Patience, baby. Good things come to those who wait.” He totally wasn’t delaying because he still couldn’t find the perfect ring. Absolutely not.

***

Penelope was a nervous wreck their entire flight over and Luke, ever the doting boyfriend, did his absolute best to calm and comfort her and get her stress levels down. “What if we can’t work through things?” Penelope fretted, hands flapping a bit. 

Luke knew better than to try to hold her hand and prevent her from stimming. It was how she needed to vent her stress. He rested a hand on her knee instead. “Then at least you’ll have tried. If things go well, then great! And if they don’t, then you’ll have done everything you could. You won’t be stuck living with any regrets.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. “You are very good with comforting words.”

“Well, I’ve only known you for six years, and been your boyfriend for two of them, and learned how best to make you feel better.”

She laughed dryly. “God knows I’ve had enough freak-outs in that time to give you plenty of practice dealing with me.”

“You’re not someone I have to ‘deal with,’ Penelope. You’re someone I love and choose to comfort and support.”

She groaned into his shoulder. “How are you so perfect?”

Luke scoffed in response. “You know I am far from it.”

“You’re pretty perfect for me.”

He smiled and kissed her softly. “I’m so glad you think so.”

***

Penelope was visibly anxious as they walked into the arrivals section after collecting their bags. Luke squeezed her hand three times, a silent reminder that he was there. He had her back. He loved her. 

“That’s them,” she whispered, gesturing with her head at four men who were standing off at the side. 

They saw her at the same moment.

“Penelope!” The youngest, Eddie, threw himself into her arms. He was only eight when their parents died and Penelope left, he had missed her the most. The rest of her brothers followed soon after. 

Introductions were made all around and hugs were given. Penelope was a bit worried that Carlos still wouldn’t look at her, but he wrapped her in the tightest hug.

“Hi,” he whispered.

She smiled and hugged him back. 

After all hugs and greetings were exchanged, Penelope found herself tucked back under Luke’s arm. It wasn’t even intentional. They gravitated toward that kind of touch now.

***

Much to Penelope’s relief, things weren’t awkward between her and her brothers. They were just happy to have her back in their lives and were happy that she was so happy with Luke. 

Luke’s presence seemed to lighten the atmosphere, or maybe that was just her perspective. Everything seemed lighter when he was around. 

Carlos began to tease her, which warmed her heart. Things had been the most tense between them, but it was a sign that they were getting back to normal. She had told him, or, rather, “complained,” about Luke when she’d been back for the hearing. Now, she was tucked under Luke’s arm, blissfully in love and planning her life with him. 

Penelope felt a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in years. She had her brothers again. She had Luke. Everything was going to be okay.

[topazshadowwolf]

I couldn't help myself. Did you go vote? Noot would like your vote, and if you do, I may write more! Please, let the Dadmare gloat over Error. But in the meantime, enjoy:

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"Dust," Nightmare said as he looked down at his sleeping subordinate. The Sans grumbled and pulled his covers over his head while mumbling out something that was likely meant to be words. "Dust!" The dark skeleton repeated in a more urgent tone.

"'m up," Dust muttered as he slowly sat in bed. He yawned while fumbling around for his phone. "sorry f'i overslept," he slurred sleepily but paused as he looked at his phone. In an instant, the skeleton seemed to wake.

Annoyance, frustration.

"boss… it's three o'clock in the morning…," Dust said while trying to restrain the anger that was boiling underneath.

"Yes, I will admit that I am sorry about that, but I need you for something," Nightmare explained. The annoyance was still there, but overall, Dust did relax.

"alright…," Dust said, shifting in bed to get up. "what can i help you with, oh king of bad dreams who never sleeps himself."

"Do not be sassing me, young man," Nightmare replied jokingly with a grin. "I need help with my computer."

"boooss… come on, cross is far more computer literate than i am," Dust bemoaned.

"Hush now, you are literate enough in computers to help me with this. Now come along; your pajamas will do fine," Nightmare said before gesturing for Dust to get moving.

"fine…," Dust then stood and patted his leg, "come on, ferrous." Dust mumbled before yawning. The blue-gray dog, still curled up in bed, also yawned and grumbled before crawling (no… sliding would be a more accurate description) out of bed.

They walked down the hall to Nightmare's office, and Dust sat in Nightmare's chair while looking at the laptop computer with blurry eye lights. He wiggled the mouse, waking the computer up, "so, what's the problem."

"Where is that contest located on the Internet?" Nightmare asked, looking over Dust's shoulder with interest.

Sorrow, Frustration, Anger

"seriously, boss?" Dust groaned, and his skull hit the desk. "boss, it's three, i'm tired…."

"Yes, I know, I will make sure you have time for a nap during the day. Now, I want to see how it is going," Nightmare explained, and Dust got to work bringing up the website.

"Hmmm… I am doing worse than before. Truly… is there really that many more people who prefer that eyesore of a color palette over me?" Nightmare sighed.

"wow, boss, i thought you said you didn't care what a bunch of mortals on the internet thought," Dust muttered.

"Is that sarcasm I hear from you directed at me? I have never heard you be so short with me before," Nightmare said with a grin, amused at this new side of Dust.

"yeah, well, it's three in the morning," Dust glared as he replied.

"You seem very hung up on that fact."

"maybe, just maybe, it's because i'm a sans, and we tend to like our sleep," The sarcasm was dripping from that comment, and Nightmare shook his skull.

"soon, well… if things don't turn around soon, we will need to start planning," Nightmare said as he petted the broad head of the dog standing beside him.

"planning for what?" Dust looked up at Nightmare, the grumpy look fading from his sockets.

"Planning for making sure Fell wins," A thought passed through Nightmare's head, and he hummed while tapping his chin. "Perhaps we should recruit a Fell Sans after this is all done."

"pfft, really boss? what happened to 'three is my limit, but i am stuck with four of you idiots,'" Dust snickered.

Nightmare put a hand and Dust's skull, giving him an open palm noogie. The shorter skeleton gave a tired laugh in return. "Hush," the guardian scolded. "Now, I know you won't tell the others; I have noticed you excel at keeping secrets. Thus, I trust you with helping me figure out how to use this site. I would like to see what they are saying about me."

[prismarts]

14. "I'm eternally yours, sweetheart" ^~^

Hi hello yes but I think this is the Douxilly thing ever-

Eternally Yours

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT BAB 💙💙💙

Plot: Douxie and Illy settle in the night after their wedding ceremony.

Notes: Takes place in an alternate (not canon to ROTT) future, THEY GOT MARRIED, This is like...the night after all the wedding celebrations and aaaaaa, Douxie x OC, Canon x OC, FLUFF SOFT FLUFF, someday I will do a whole wedding fic but nfuregue for now here-

Trigger warnings: Brief implications of sex, mentions of alcohol. That should be it but let me know if I miss something.

Word count: 900 words

Tags: @stuck-in-arcadia @alovesongshewrote @furblrwurblr @slowpokenz @mxcheese @blixeon @generalfandomsofthefreak @valentimmy @marcoofthemoon @sergeantsporks @tales-of-hisirdoux @castle-of-my-dreams @lovedropletsdreams @bernie-the-nugget

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Douxie was taking a deep breath, he was in the bathroom trying to clear his head… maybe it had been a mistake to have champagne at the reception…he hadn’t drunk in a while.

No matter…he just needed to freshen up. As he splashed his face with cold water, he caught sight of his ring… a blue stone glowing on his ring finger, the ring itself made of a dark magical branch and a single leaf, enchanted to last lifetimes…

He felt his heart racing in his chest as a smile overtook his face.. He couldn’t believe it, after centuries of traveling the world and trying to earn his staff. Centuries of being in love only to break it off or never staying from the mere thought of him being immortal… he was married to the love of his life.

It felt so nice…

It felt unreal to him…

But the ring was the proof, the ring that Illy made for him was on his finger and he spent a good moment longer just admiring it…to let it sink in for his beating heart. Once he mostly has that sunk in, he turns to the pajamas he brought in with him. “Right…I need to change..”, He mumbled softly.

Once he changed into his pajamas, he left the makeshift quite modern looking bathroom in the….mostly medieval looking master bedroom. Thank goodness for magic and Akiridion tech, they were able to make these sorts of renovations..

He spotted his newly wed wife sitting on the bed, seeming to fidget with the ends of her hair which was now down from the elaborate bun she had for their ceremony. She has a sleeveless light blue nightgown on, her wings gently folded against her back as she sat.

“Hello, my darling wife…”

Douxie said with a soft tone of voice as he reached down to carefully squish her cheeks in his hands, letting out a soft chuckle as her cheeks turn a shade of red at the new term of affection.

He stared at her with so much love, how turquoise eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, the way her smile, at the moment decorated with red lipstick lit up the whole room and the adorable freckles decorating her red cheeks.

His heart was leaping…

She was so beautiful to him….and he loved her so so much.

He hadn't realized…or maybe he did and merely enjoyed, how Illy seemed to stare back at him with the same if not even more love…

"H..hi…"

She mumbled softly, slowly standing up as she carefully leaned against him. Almost burying her face against his chest but instead just leaning her whole body against him. One of her hands reaching out to trace the magical rune tattoos all over his arms..

And he shivered at the contact, smiling widely at how affectionate she was..

"Everything alright, fluturaș?..."

"Mhm…I..just….I can't believe today was real…I..I can't believe it…we actually got married…we're married Douxie!"

The hushed excitement coming from her made the both of them giddy, coupled with how physically close they are… it was like heaven..

But Douxie pulled back for a moment, he had to… so he could carefully lean down and press the softest kiss against her lips. Arms gently wrapped around her as he carefully but successfully lifted her up.

Gently pressing her against him, he could feel her small butterfly wings flutter just above where his arms were holding her close. They were glowing from how loved she felt.

They could both feel their hearts racing in their chests as they finally pulled away from their kiss, soft pants escaping them as they leaned their foreheads together for a brief moment.

"I…I love you..so much Douxie.." Illy said, so much affection in that hushed declaration that it made his heart absolutely melt.

He twirled her around in his arms for a moment, relishing in the giggle that escaped her. Before carefully getting them both back onto the bed. Laying down on his back and carefully positioning his wife to lay down above him.

Their hearts still racing in their chests…

He heard her giggle as he opened his eyes to look at her, golden hazel yet green eyes staring into turquoise ones…

He saw her giggle and laugh…

He adores it…

He adores and loves her so so much..

"Y..you…I..I smudged my lipstick all over your lips… I'm s..so sorry Douxie I-" She said giggling, reaching her hand out in an attempt to wipe it off…

Until she heard it..

"I love you…so so much…… I'm eternally yours, sweetheart…."

It was a hushed declaration… but with so much love in his voice..

She teared up, effectively smudging what little make up was still somewhat intact…still he found her to be just as stunning as she did in her wedding dress…walking down the aisle…if not maybe even more so…

"Oh fluturaș.."

"I….i love you too…s..so so much.."

He carefully lifted his torso up, if only to cup her soft cheeks with his hands pulling her in for a passionate loving kiss, the two carefully leaning on each other…

They showed all their love for each other that night, passionate kisses and caresses….hands carefully and lovingly exploring each other's bodies…

That night…all that mattered was each other…. And that was…everything they could have ever wished for..

[marcothephoenixhusband]

Part 1 Your Isekaied to the one piece world

NSFW >18+< Minors DNI

Marco x F!Reader

PART 2 IS ON MY FEED

You bite into a golden devil fruit making you an angel

Your age is 27 for plot since Marco is 41 before time skip so just before the time skip Some plot errors sorry this has gotten too long.

Warnings: Taken virginity both ways, hard sex?, soft sex

The year is 2023

You were in your room, door closed listening to music when a giant portal opens in your room by your closet and a man who was super familiar walked in. Blonde hair, purple jacket, blue pants, sandels and abs. He looked around as you were in bed only wearing an oversized shirt. You took off your headphones and just said.

"Um hi there be quiet okay my dad is in the other room" you say as he nods. He goes over to your bed he towers over you.

'He has to be taller than six feet. Hmm purple jacket blue pants. An eight pack... oh my god its Marco the Phoenix!' you think as he asks

"What year is it Yoi?"

"Oh its the year 2023" you reply as his mouth agap

"Id say your some thousand years off Marco" you say as he seems to tense up by the mention of his name.

"How do you know me Yoi?" He asks flustered slightly.

"Whats your name? Yoi" he askes

"My name is (n) nice to meet you" you reply kindly.

"Your in books duh its historic so is Pops and everyone from that time period" you explain as he releases tension.

"Oh makes sense, I need to go back then before the portal close-"

"Wait! Can I come with you pleasee I wanna join the crew I promise to be good. I hate life here even if it is easier here" you plead. He just sighs seeming to debate in his head if he should or shouldnt let you.

"Okay but be quick, I dont know how long the portal will last Yoi" Marco says as he sits on the corner of your queen sized bed.

"Thank you you wont regret it" you say as you start packing your travel backpack some clothes, thigh high socks, panties, toothbrush, toothpaste, all the necessities. Once ready you want to take a certain outfit but have no more room youll have to undress and redress.

"Umm would you mind looking away as I change real quick?" You ask and he nods turning his head closing his eyes. As your now dressed your ready for adventure. You hike the backpack over you with some effort.

"All ready Marco, or should I say first devision commander?" You question but you know youll end up saying his first name anyways.

"Since your not from my time just call me either Yoi" the Phoenix says.

"Okay Marco lets hurry" you say in a hushed toned.

"I hope we get back to the right time Yoi. Hold my hand so we dont get separated. Yoi" You take his hand in yours with a blush that he cant see and you both walked into the portal as it closed.

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Time passes as you hold on tightly so does he as your both transfered to the One Piece world and spat out on a deck? You open your spinning eyes to see Marco laying beside you. You shook your head and poked him.

"Oi Marco wake up" you rubbed his back awake as you didnt notice the eyes on you yet. He stirs. Getting up you take a look around its afternoon. As he gets up he stretches.

"That second trip got me Yoi" he says and gets up.

"Come on lets go talk to Pops" he says as the portal closes for good.

"Well looks like im stuck here if this doesnt work out" you say as he looks at you.

"Dont worry Pops is a good man." He just takes your hand and drags you with him to where Pops is. He let go of your hand once at Pops.

"Ahh my son your back so soon what did you discover? Whose this dainty thing" Pops asks staring at you.

"This is (n) from the year 2023 she wants to join the crew Yoi" the Phoenix says. Pops thinks for awhile which makes you nervous.

"Hahaha she can join though theres no spare rooms. Since you brought her here you must accept responsibility for her so you will share your room" Pops chuckles at his son. You raise your arm and Pops nods

"Is it possible to work under Marco are there any availabilities open?" You ask politely.

"Actually yes a assistant position opened up you can work under him to earn your keep." Pops says.

"Thank you very much Pops" you say.

"Thats all kids though its strange that it went through time, we thought it may take someone to Laugh Tale" Pops said as he chugged some sake.

"Its called a worm hole Pops they can lead anywhere, they randomly pop up in the world but there rare and dangerous" You say as he nods

"Ahh well go get settled child" Pops says to you both.

Marco gestures for you to follow him and you obey. You now notice guys staring at you as your wearing a black dress with a collar and short sleeves. Marco says in a whisper to you

"Most of these men havent seen a woman in years if you have problems just come to me Yoi"

"Allright thank you Marco" you whisper back.

Its short, revealing your thighs from your black thigh high platform boots.

"Try and remember where my room is okay? Yoi" your commander says

"Yes commander I shall try" you state all formally but then shiver at the formalities.

"Second deck first door to the right. Yoi" he says simply. As he unlocks the door which his key you both hear a whistle and a

"Good job Marco!" Which made you blush as you both walked in and he locked the door.

"Just ignore the others who talk about us. Their sure to say a lot about us since were in the same room now Yoi" he says.

'Am I blushing I hope not' you think to yourself.

"I didnt even think about that haha sorry to be a bother" you reply. After that you both walk into his room closed and locked the door.

"Ill take the floor tonight Yoi" Marco says.

"No really its okay I just need some blankets and ill be good" you respond.

"Im not making a woman sleep on the floor Yoi" he says stern.

You make a face puffing up your cheeks then say

"Well fine then well both sleep on the bed it is a king sized one, theres plenty of room" you realized what you said and look to Marco whose blushing a bit.

"Well it makes sense Yoi..." he says defeated.

"Itll be like a sleepover and dont worry cuddles are welcome" you giggle making him blush even more.

"Just get unpacked dinner should be soon you can sit by me Yoi" he says shaking the blush away. He walked over to the couch and grabbed a book to read while you unpack. After some time.

"And done ive organized everything!" You exclaim happily looking at Marco. He puts a pagemarker in his book and looks over to you and smiles.

"Just wait till tomorrow paperworks piling up as we speak Yoi" the Phoenix says and you just smile.

"Bring it!" You say which makes him smile again.

"Its that time, time for dinner (n) Yoi" Marco says as he unlocks the door, and you both exit, him locking the door.

"Stay very close to me most of these men havent seen a woman in months and everyones going to be at dinner Yoi" he tells you looking at you and you just nod. Staying very close to him through the crowd but eventually you have to grab his hand to be led through then let go after you reach his table. You notice Ace, Jozu, and Izo sitting at the same table.

"Well whose this Marco your mate?" Izo joked. Marco ignored him as Pops began speaking.

"Today we gained a very special crew member welcome (n) from the year 2023 from the future. She will be Marcos assistant lets see how long she lasts haha Now lets dig in!" Pops yells as the crowd cheers. You look at the fruit in the center of the table and grab a apple not looking as you bite into it you managed to swallow the first part but as you continue half way in it was too gross.

"This apple is disgusting" you say as Marco looks over to you in shock which freaks you out.

"What? Whats wrong?" Your voice is panicked. You look at the apple and see it had transformed into a golden devil fruit. You just facepalmed at your luck throwing it gently by your plate. Ace seemed to notice and grabbed it going up to Pops and saying.

"We got a live one Pops (n) ate this do you know anything?" The second commander asks.

Pops examines it and says

"(N) where did you get this child?"

"No where it just was an apple one minute then it must have transformed. Im sorry!" You burst out. Not wanting to be punished.

"This is the legendary golden devil fruit its said that whoever eats of this fruit will be turned into an angel on earth. Ive memorized all three of them. It must be fate child. Your fine you didnt know besides its too late to do anything hahaha just dont go swimming. Our rule here is that if you manage to find a devil fruit its yours." Pops states. You just turn your body towards Marco away from the crowd that was going ouu. You just eat your dinner in silence.

"(N) do you want any alcohol? Wait how old are you? Yoi" Marco asks.

"Im twenty seven and no thanks im allergic to alcohol. I used to be able to drink anyone out of the table but over the years my liver cant take it anymore" you state as you noticed he raised an eyebrow.

"Ahh thats a new one allergic to alcohol. You must have drank alot Yoi" Marco says and passes you some water.

"Awe thank you Marco, and yea I did too much hehe. It was mainly because I couldnt get drunk or even feel tipsy" you smile as his eyes widen just the slightest then back to normal then avoiding your gaze. After dinner you follow Marco back to your shared room and he locks the door. You sit on the couch, take off your boots and set them nicely by the couch.

"Do you mind please?" You ask nicely as he noded. He turned around waiting patiently for you to undress and redress.

"Okay sorry im done now" you say as he turns around to see you in an oversized shirt and blushes slightly knowing hed be sharing his bed with you tonight.

"I havent had to share a bed with anyone in twenty years Yoi"

"Now its your turn dont peek okay? Yoi" he teases you which makes you glow literally and blush turning around you say

"Yes Master" which makes him double take and blush which you saw in the reflection of the lamp in the corner. A smile tugs at your lips.

'I wonder...' you think daydreaming to yourself glowing, shimmering softly.

"(N)? (N) Yoi" Marco waved his hand in front of your face.

"Huh? What?" You say dumbfounded and stop glowing.

"Are you all right you were spaced out Yoi" Marco asks concerned.

"Im okay just daydreaming" you tell him and he nods giving you a look like un huh. Now you realize hes only wearing boxers and shorts showing off all his glorious abs, pecs and everything.

'Keep it together (n) youve got this!' You think to yourself.

"Well time for bed which side do you usually sleep on? Yoi" your commander asks.

"On either side why?" You ponder when he replys

"I usually sleep in the middle Yoi" he says with a light blush on his face.

"Well whatever happens, happens? It should be fine I sleep pretty soundly" You say slightly blushing as well.

"Okay just go to bed we have a big day tomorrow. But I must ask are all of you future people this open? Yoi" Marco commands and you obey walking over to the bed crawling in to the side with the wall patting the bed for him to come over.

"Nope everyones an asshole their stuck to electronic devices never going out or just going to work, electronics, then bed repeat." He obeys and crawls into bed as well. You slide your pillow down a little so he can stretch out then he pulls the covers over you both.

"Humanities doomed. You seem special though. Yoi" he teased.

"Hehe no silly there are still good people in the world there, anyways goodnight Marco" you blush.

"Goodnight (n) Yoi" he whispers puts his glasses on the nightstand as you both fall asleep.

~

In the middle of the night he wakes up feeling your head laying on his abs. He gently moves your head up to the crook of his neck so you dont have a muscle strain tomorrow. Then falls back asleep faster than he expected.

~

You flutter your eyes open only to feel Marco hugging you close. Bodies facing eachother your head right below his chin you could smell his scent musky and woody but clean. It felt intoxicating but you dare not move as your so warm in his arms. You wished that this could last forever. You felt yourself start to glow but tried to suppress it so he wouldnt wake up. Unfortunately it did wake him up as you felt his eyes flutter open and him realize both your positions. You managed to stop glowing. He looked down at you curled up in his chest and you assume hes blushing hard. Now you pretend to wake up and yawn. You look up at him whose looking down at you, your breath on his neck and stubble.

"Good morning Marco" you say but dont move your breath tickling his instincts. He swallowed hard then said

"Good morning (n) how did you sleep? Yoi" he asks while stretching out on his back while you lay on his shoulder.

"I slept like a devil fruit user in water hehe" you chimed glowing again but then calming down.

"How did you sleep Commander?" You giggled at his title. He looks at you and smiles.

"I slept great too (n) now lets get ready for your first day on the Moby Dick Yoi" he says while sliding out of bed he quickly goes to his closet while you sit for a minute facing the opposite direction.

'Hehe he must have morning wood' thinking to yourself.

"All right your turn Yoi" you hear him and then get out of bed then making it real quick, and go to your side of the closet and picked out shorts and a crop top wearing your thigh high boots.

"Im surprised you trust me enough to sleep next to you." You say for him to hear.

"Well you didnt have a devil fruit before and I know you couldnt control your devil fruit once you ate it yet. To be honest im alot stronger than you. Your no threat to me Yoi" he states plainly. You notice in a reflection of a doctors certificate on the wall that hes looking you up and down.

"Ready!" You throw your arms up and twirl surprising him making him slightly blush.

~In The Office~

"Write these here, check mark these if applicable and then pass it to me and ill finish the rest for now until you get used to everything Yoi" he says with a sweet smile. You look up at him since your sitting and hes standing in a doctors coat, his purple jacket open and smile.

"Thank you ill finish these up soon Marco" you chime as you radiate light and in your eyes. He nods and returns to his desk.

~

Two Years Later Not The Time Skip

Marco is 43 and your 29

~

You have been working under the first division commander Marco in his office and learning how to be a nurse to help out more. You go on missions once you had control of your devil fruit. You have been learning more about being a Angel you have regeneration powers like Marco and can heal fatal wounds though, teleport, fly, use Heavenly weapons and use light to attack or bend it to your will. Over the years youve built up a good reputation and bounty 700,000. Over the past two years, you and Marco have grown very close. Sleeping in the same bed will do that to you.

"I have the papers for you ohh Marco~" you chimed as you set the papers down. He looks up at you

"Why thank you my little bird Yoi" he smiled at you.

"Im gonna go get some drinks for us ill be back in five minutes"

"Okay ill take a break then Yoi" he says while stretching. You nod and leave the office.

~

"Hmm its been five minutes ill go get some air then Yoi" he says then exits the office only to hear your cries.

~

You were cuffed with sea prism handcuffs being grabbed at by a circle of four men. One of them slaps you in the face and says

"Not so tough with this sea prism cuffs on huh the things im gonna do to you" the same man who slapped you says. Suddenly two of their heads were smashed against the deck. You look to see the Phoenix come to your aid grabbing the other two mens heads smushing their heads against the deck then transforming back into human form.

"Whose the hell idea was it to do this?! Who has the key Yoi?!" Marco yelled loosing his cool. Which literally almost almost never happened in fact you dont think youve ever seen him like this. They all but one pointed to one man who took out the sea prism key it was the same man who had slapped you. Marco walks up steps on the mans hand making him yell in pain, kneeling picking up the key and picking up the mans shirt and threw the man overboard as the man was begging no. Then he turned to the three men who were whimpering with a blue fire in his eyes he yelled.

"Tell everyone about this. Don't touch my little bird! I can hurt you, just as much as I can heal you, now scram before I change my mind Yoi!" That was enough to scare the piss outta of them.

"Marco!" You chimed he managed to save you. He turned to you unlocked the cuffs and wrapped his arms around you noticing sea water on you.

"Are you all right my little bird? Yoi" he asks in a hushed tone as hes made a scene. You nod.

"Im okay now that your here I would have fought them but they snuck up behind me and drenched me with sea water then shackled me" you wrap your arms around his waist tearing up a bit. He must've felt your tears on his abs because he said

"Im so sorry. I should have never brought you here your in danger everytime im not here Yoi" you shake your head no

"I chose to, even begged to come here this is still better than my time, thank you for saving me again Marco I owe your a billion" you say letting go of him wiping your tears. He lets go of you.

"Hey Jozu will you put these back? Yoi" Marco asks Jozu whose passing by.

"Sure I was headed that way anyways. What happened this time?" He asks.

"Petty lowlifes Yoi"

"Sounds about right be seeing you Marco, (n)" he walks off.

"Lets go make those drinks Yoi"

~After dinner~

'You keep hearing murmurs about Marco and you and what you are. Are you both together but you dont have sex and arnt in a relationship. Noones heard anything to assume your togeth-' you think back to the murmurs at dinner.

"Are you all right my little bird? Yoi" you heard Marco pull you from your thoughts. Your in his room laying in the crook of his neck one legs over one of his.

"I was just thinking.."

"Were you thinking about those boys? Yoi"

"No I was thinking about .. you and... me"

"What about us Yoi??"

"Well what exactly are we? Were not together.. but were not exactly just friends either..." you say in wonder. He seems to think for a minute.

"Well what do you want us to be? Yoi" Marco questions which cetches you off gaurd you werent used to taking so bluntly.

"Its been a couple years... I would like to be together and more. In my time we dont have barley any time to be with others everyone works two or three jobs. I dont know what im saying... I just want to be loved but im afraid thatll never happen. Ill understand if this is far enough" you mumble the last part. He picks up your chin with his fingers. Suddenly you felt his lips on yours as you mold perfectly with his. You kiss back as he slips his free hand over your waist and pulled you closer which made you moan softly against his lips. He nibbles on your lips before breaking for air.

"Does that explain it Yoi?" You pout

"Im a Phoenix (n) I can only mate with one person in my whole life Yoi"

"Im sorry I didnt know that..."

"What im saying is I want it to be you Yoi"

"But im not a virgin..."

"That doesnt matter it only matters on my end (n) Yoi" he explains

"Oh.." you look at him and blush glowing in your eyes.

"The question is are you ready for it? Yoi" he asks you as you ponder. You shake your head yes and he smiles lips back on yours a bit more heavy now, as you kiss back which turns into makingout, and taking articles of clothing off. You both break for air, you slide down, getting on your knees in bed leaning over to suck his cock. Putting both your hands on his dick you pump his erection a bit for precum to come out then get his tip wet.

"Your so big Marco will it fit?" You question as you use your tounge to lick his tip.

"Ya-es it will fit im sure Yoi" he gave a little grunt at your lick as his cock twitched. You take his head in your mouth as he gasps, you could feel his eyes on you so you make eye contact to which he smiles.

"Ahh that feels so good (n) Yoi" he moans louder feeling his toes curl on the bed. So you go deeper starting to swirl your tounge bar against his shaft and head making him moan again.

"So thats what that bar in your tounge is for Yoi" he squirms a little starting to pant. You dont give him time to breath as you go further into your mouth going in and out keeping up a good speed as you go further and further til your deep throating him, moaning the vibrations making him moan loudly your name. Loud enough for the radius of cabins to hear. Suddenly your flipped over on your back as he crawls on top of you turning you on even more.

"Its my turn Yoi" he semi yells

"I want you to let them all know who you belong too Yoi" he semi growls in your ear. He uses one hand on your slit finding your button of pleasure and swirling it shocking you making you moan loudly.

"Marco!" You yell somewhat quietly.

"Dont worry about being quiet I want them to hear who you belong too Yoi!" He yells as he inserts a finger shallowly teasing your entrance keeping a finger rubbing your button. He leans down to suck on your pierced nipples.

"First commander!!! MarcoOO I belong to you!!!" You dam near scream he name. He picks up speed inserting a second finger pumping softly for some reason while his mouth roams your neck sucking hard in multiple places that were visible.

"Everyones going to se-"

"Hush (n) your mine! I want them to know that Yoi!! Just enjoy yourself relax Yoi" Marco says loudly while his cock is resting throbbing inbetween your legs.

"Oh MarcoOOO!!!" You yell as he inserted a third finger and kept pumping shallowly teasing you.

"First commander!!! Im yours please fuck me!!!" He smirks while taking out his fingers putting them up to his mouth then sucking your juices off his fingers.

"First commander. Please take me!!!" Moaning very loudly.

"All in time my little bird Yoi" he says as you feel his tounge enter your entrance swirling around.

"Ohhh MarcoO!!!" You yell. Then he came back up after about the same time you pleasured him.

"(N) your hymen is in tact, it must be a symptom of that devil fruit your ate two years ago Yoi" he says looking to you as you look shocked as he crawls back up to your face cock rubbing against your pussy.

"Regardless im ready" your legs twitch at his throbbing cock as you both pant.

"Please Marco! I need you!" You squirm as he positions his throbbing cock at your entrance.

"Ready? This will hurt tell me when to stop and start Yoi" he says concerned and softens his expression.

"Im ready pleaseee I cant take much more of this teasing" you whine at your throbbing cunt. He nods and pushes in slowly both of you moaning at the same time loudly. He pushes through your hymen a little quickly like ripping off a band aid he took your new virginity. You squint in pain and moan as he stops but continues to rub you clit he leans down whispering in your ear.

"Your mine now officially Yoi" he goes to your lips as he sees a tear he kisses it before kissing you then making out. After breaking for air after minutes you say

"Im ready now and im glad you were my first this time Marco." He nods at your comment as he starts to move out then back in to get more wet. Then he starts pumping slowly at first but then keeps a rhythm making you both moan loudly. Now the only sounds were from you both moaning loudly while his balls slapped your ass turning you on more.

"Ohh first commander Marcoo!! Im yours and only yours!!" You have your arms wrapped around his neck.

"Thats a sound I love to hear! Spread your legs (n) Yoi!" He yells and as you do he goes deeper feeling out your pussy. Finding your g spot which didnt take him long even though he was a virgin.

'Well he is a doctor he probably knows the human body pretty well.' You think. He pounds you in your g spot repeatedly making you see stars.

"Fill me up with your hot cum First Commander!!!" He started pounding you so hard you can barley breath. It must have been hours of moaning and pumping and you were shocked you havent came yet but the feelings were just too good you could only want more.

"Right... there Mar...coOOO!!!!! Im ...gonna ...cum!!!" You yell.

"Im going to cum to my little bird! Cum with me, let me fill you up with my hot seed Yoi!"

"Ohh yes Marco!" As he gives some more hard fast pumps then you both yell

" Im cumming MarcoO!!"

"Im cumming (n) im creaming! im filling you up! Yoi!" He yells as he continues to pump through both your highs then eventually slows to a stop. Sweat dripping onto you and from you. He hugs you close dick still in you as you hug him back.

"Now we need something to clean up or your blood will get on the sheets. Yoi" he whispers in your ear. You wrap your shaking legs around him.

"Hold me up okay?" You ask which he does, then you teleport you both upright into the big shower.

"Thats handy Yoi" he smiles and pecks your lips.

"Yep its my favorite you can let me down now" you say as he nods and as gently as he can pulls out of you while holding you up due to the height difference. You squirting out blood and cum. You whimper as he leans down to kiss you using tounge flicking about, playing with your tounge bar until you stopped whimpering then broke for air. Hes supporting your weight until you can stand on your own.

"I see why people like sex so much now Yoi" he chuckles.

"Yea its fun and feels like ecstasy" you giggle as you both clean your selves. After drying off you got clean panties and he got clean boxers. You still wobbly, make your way to the bed for support. He sat beside you rubbing your back.

"Are you going to be okay tomorrow my little bird? Yoi" the commander chuckles as you look at him.

"I dont know I might be walking funny tomorrow haha" you chimed glowing.

"As long as your all right Yoi"

"Oh im better than all right Marco. Lets go to sleep we have work tomorrow." You state.

"Your right but first I have to admit in just this short time weve known eachother I fell in love with you (n)... Yoi" you wait patiently for his next words.

"Will you be my Mate and girlfriend Yoi?" He asks as you smile and wrap your arms around his neck kissing him then breaking off.

"Of course Marco I would love nothing more! I love you too" You squeal in happiness eyes glowing bright which makes him full on smile. You both crawl under the covers snuggling up to him head in the crook of his neck, arm over his abs, one leg over one of his legs. He sets his glasses on the nightstand beside the bed.

"Goodnight my mate" you say sweetly

"Goodnight my mate Yoi" he says and kisses your forehead as you both drift off to sleep.

~The Next Day~

You awoke to the light coming in from the closed curtains. Noticing Marco was cuddling you closely just like the first morning you came to this time. You feel him stir and flicker his eyes open looking down at you as you look up.

"Goodmorning my sweet little bird Yoi" your first commander says sweetly.

"Goodmorning my love~" you coo to him which makes him chuckle and smile.

"Lets get ready little bird Yoi" after getting ready. Your wearing a regular t shirt and shorts with your thigh high black boots. Looking in the mirror after brushing your teeth you see hickeys all over your neck.

"Marcoo whyd you give me so many hickeys?" You pout. He looks at you in his normal attire and just chuckles.

"You werent complaining last night Yoi" and he winked at you making you blush hard and glow.

"They need to know who you belong too Yoi" he smirks as you sigh.

"Yes commander" you say defeated also glowing.

"Thats what to you? Yoi" Marco asks giving you a look. You lean over the couch butt wiggling and moan.

"Yes first commander Marco!" You moan with a seductive look. He has to reajust his dick in his pants. Giving you a look.

"Your lucky we have to go Yoi" he semi growls with a husky voice. He picks up his doctors coat and slides it on. Gesturing for you to follow as he unlocks the door you both exit the room and he locks it. You both hear whistles and

"Finally first commander mated, I bet she was heavenly" some grunts said as Marco ignored them. You feel his hand intertwine with yours as you both walk to your doctors office.

~After thirty minutes Of Work~

*knock knock* in comes the Second commander Ace.

"You know im across the hall I could barely sleep last night-"

"Woah thats a lot of hickeys!" the second commander says annoyed crossing his arms then looks surprised.

"What do you need Ace? Yoi" Marco asks calmly.

"Oh ya Pops wants to see (n) about going on the mission" you look up to see Marco tense up.

"Lets go (n)" Ace says

"Okay Ace" you stand walking up to him.

"Im coming too Yoi" Marco says standing up.

"Fine whatever Pops says its urgent so hurry up" Ace says to you both. You all exit the office and head to Pops once there Pops says

"I didnt call for you Marco"

"Are you sure shes ready? Yes we have been sparing over the years but-"

"Son every bird must stretch their wings in order to fly" Pops says to Marco.

"At least let me go with her? Yoi" Marco asks.

"Son I understand shes your Mate, but you must trust your Mate to be and get stronger to defend herself. She has proven herself over these few years which is why I think shes ready." Pops says as Marco nods knowing theres nothing else he can say.

"Now (n) I want you to deliver this message to this vivre card, also take my vivre card or Marcos to get back. It takes half a day to get there and back. That is all children." Pops explains then waves you all off. You wave to Ace as he leaves back to do whatever it was he was doing. While you and Marco go to his room.

"I dont like you leaving this suddenly Yoi" Marco admits.

"I know but I have to go, dont worry so much, Doc you can patch me up if I get hurt. Can I get a piece of your vivre card Marco?" you smile at him and he seems tense. He goes to his desk grabs his paper and tears off a piece writing something on it.

"The whole point is that you dont get hurt Yoi" he says. You grab it and your water pelt wrap it around you and prepare to leave. Once quickly ready you and Marco go to the deck and he hugs you goodbye. You transform into your full Angel bird form that is all gold wisps of light on your wings (like the pokemon Moltres but light) and you left a trail of sparkles of light where ever you go. Checking the vivre paper you fly up and away. Looking back one last time at Marco as he waves to you.

~Half A Day Later~

You circle an small island in the sky then land and transform into a human. You see a man come out of a house and head over to you. You hand over the message. The man is above six feet wearing beach wear and a button up shirt. After reading the letter he suddenly attacks you with a black sword and uses haki, you teleport away.

"Heavenly sword!" You yell as a glowing clear glass sword comes into existence you grab it. Transforming into your hybrid form you clash with this unknown person. Using your quickness you teleport behind them and slash just shallow cutting them as he flash steps away as you teleport away you yell.

"Heavenly Rain Arrows!" As a swarm of light arrows fall in the gaint circle arena. Cutting him twice as he deflected the rest. Then teleporting quickly to his side you use haki in your leg to round house kick him almost into the water. He gets back up. You quickly jet fly to him using your sword to disarm him then about to slice his neck off he throws his arm up using haki blocking your sword, slashing, you still managed to cut his arm through his Haki. Teleporting up behind him you think

'Heavenly Rail Gun!' As it comes into existence and your sword falls disappearing out of existence. You grab the Rail Gun lock on and pull the trigger. You hear a yell and blood splatter. You drop the Rail Gun and summon your sword jet fly to the man sword to his throat about to decapitate him but you stop when he yells

"Wait! This was a test!" He yells as you withdrawal your sword dropping it out of existence as it sparkles away. You see you've lasered his arm off. So you say

"Healing Grace" you start to heal his arm as you hold it attached to his body. Once healed.

"Thank you for healing me im Roko im a friend of who you know as Pops. Every so often he gets talented people he wants to test so he sends them here." Roko says as you nod.

"Oh that all makes sense now sorry about that you startled me." You apologize.

"No I was prepared but when you took me down. Well only two others have done that before." He says

"Really who?" You ask.

"Marco and Ace. They did very well but ive never suffered a wound like yours before." He gets up and motions for you to follow him to his house. Once inside he motions for you to take a seat at his desk.

"Let me just write up this message for you to take back" Roko says as you nod waiting patiently. After about ten minutes he seals the message.

"All right here you go, you can go back now" he explains.

"Thank you Roko I shall away" you exit his house as he follows with a big grin.

"Bye Roko!"

"Oi I didnt cetch your name" he says

"Oh its (n) The Angel"

"Goodbye (n) The Angel safe travels" Roko says as you put the message away and transform into your Angel Bird form looking at Marcos vivre paper it read -Marco ♡- you thought

'Awee how sweet of him' as you headed back.

~Half A Day Later~

Your stomach growls.

'I hope theres food left for me' you think as you spy the Moby Dick you fly over to the crows nest jump down onto deck as you transform back into human form.

"Ahh my child youve finally returned do you have a letter or not for me?" Pops asks. Everyone looks at you.

"I have a message for you yes here you go." Your being looked at by everyone at dinner time as you walk up and hand Pops the message. You suddenly realize how quiet everyone is when you mentioned the message. You look over to see Marco smile and the other commanders sitting at your normal table some mouths agape. You head over and sit down by Marco as he pats your head and puts an arm around your shoulders. He whispers in your ear

"Only me and Ace have ever gotten a letter back. Im so proud of you Yoi!" He kisses your head.

"I was so confused but I managed and thank you love. Also thank you for saving me some food im so hungry" you admit.

"Guess who just took first place at Rokos?" Pops yells for all to hear.

"It says she is exceptional she has full control of her devil fruit and uses Haki especially well. She cut my arm off but healed it completely without scars. I recommend her to be placed at the first or second commanders position" Pops announces and chuckles.

"(N) you should have more faith in yourself this is exceptional! A toast to (n) everyone!" Pops yells as everyone cheers. You smile at your accomplishment turn to Marco and say

"Looks like I beat you on that note hehe" you giggle but then he says

"(N) dont forget that was about twenty years ago for me Yoi" Marco bursts your bubble. You look down as he pets your head.

"Awee (n) *chuckles* its all right thats just how time works Yoi" he says to you as you look up and nod then starting to eat your food.

"Wait a minute that means im like over a thousand years old then ha!" You poke Marco and giggle. You reached for your mug but Marco grabbed it and swapped it for one in the middle. You just look at him.

"They always place the alcohol in front first remember? Dont want you having an allergic reaction? Yoi" you hear him explain. You just giggle

"Thank you first commander" you say to him.

"God get a room you two" Ace says as you blush.

"No need to be jelious Yoi" Marco says nonchalantly to Ace.

"Well all I know is that if she were mine id never let her go and id give her more hickeys than that" Izo pops in to the conversation but Marco ignores his comment.

~After Dinner~

Marco leads you to your shared room as guys were teasing you both.

"Keep it up and will be louder Yoi" Marco says which makes you blush hard.

"Oh Marco you dog" one man says as another says

"Look at (n) shes like a red apple, man what I would do-" he was cut off by Marcos blue fire eyed glare. The men got the hint and ran away. Walking into Marcos room you collapsed on the bed taking off your boots and clothes you set them aside. Now just in your black panties and black thigh high socks you roll over on your stomach looking behind you at Marco who was looking at you like you were his after meal.

"See something you like?" You tease. He drops his jacket, pants, and took off his sandals revealing his big bulge. You smile as he walks over and crawls on top of you. Taking off his boxers your panties and socks.

"Looks like you deserve a reward Yoi" his breath on your neck giving you goosebumps as he kisses from your lips to your neck sucking on your neck in various spots giving hickeys as you moan. Down to your pussy kissing and sucking hard on your thighs giving you hickeys before inserting his long tounge into your wet pussy pressing and licking that one spot making you moan.

"MarcooOO!" After some time he sits up wipes his face and goes back to kissing your dizzy self.

"Seems like your enjoying yourself my little bird Yoi" he says as he positions his throbbing cock at your entrance.

"Im gonna slip in now okay?" He asks politely.

"Okay my Mate" you giggle. He slowly slips into you.

"Oh First Commander your so big ahh!!!" You moan loudly as he slips in but stops backs up then slides in again stretching your walls further open so he can fit. Sliding in more till he hits your back wall he moans

"God (n) ill never get enough of you! Yoi" he grunts loudly as he starts pumping in and out

"(N)! I love you Yoi!" He moans your name with almost every pump.

"Ohh MarcOO!! I love you!" You yell loudly. 'Were probably annoying Ace again but oh well that boy needs to get layed too.' You think but are pulled from your thoughts by Marco kissing your moans along with his. He speeds up causing mews and moans to fall out of your mouth.

"Yes first commander! Oh yea right there! Im gonna, im gonna cum MarcOO" He focused on your g spot now trying to get you to fall over the edge.

"Cum with me my little bird!!! Yoi!" He moans out loudly as hes ramming you now sweat dripping onto you while you reach climax.

"Marco!!! Im gonna cum!!!"

"Cum babygirl im gonna cum too!! Yoi!" He moans out as you reach your climax moaning out.

"First commander im cumming!!!" You yell.

"Im cumming (n)!! Yoi" Marco yells in sync with you as your walls constrict forcing Marcos cock to squirt out all of his precious cum into you. He pumps you both through your highs then slowly stops. Both of you huffing for breath.

"Its always.. so sweet taking you Yoi" he says still huffing.

"I love it when you take me Marco" you huffing, him still in you.

"Here grab hold Yoi" you knew what to do. You teleported into the shower upright. He slowly slips out of you letting you down as he is six foot eight and your obviously shorter than him by at least a head. After getting cleaned up. He uses his blue flames on you both to dry off as he hugs you close next to the bed. After some minutes you both put your underwear on. You crawl into bed first as he follows getting on top of you, letting him pin you down then making out using your tounges to fight for dominance and of course he wins. Hes always going to be stronger than you. Thats just how time works. As he know hes won he backs off you laying his arm down for you as a pillow which you happily lay your head down as he lays in the middle but rolls over to you cuddling you.

"Hows that for a reward? Yoi" he asks as your eyes glow.

"It was perfect just what I wanted and needed thank you my mate" you reply back as you both cuddle and fall into a peaceful sleep.

~

Many Months Later One Day

~

Your relaxing next to Pops sun bathing while Marco is reading a book on the bench next to you.

"(N) my child will you go get Ace?" Pops asks nicely. You get up in your bikini and go to Aces office while you could feel Marcos eyes on you. You knock first then enter.

"Ace? Oh Ace?" You spy him sitting in the corner hyper focused on his work. You sneek up behind him

"Boo!" You laugh as Ace jumps

"Dammit (n) knock first" he says then sees your attire.

"Thats hot and dam thats a lot of hickeys" He says blushing you smack his head gently.

"Oh yea what do you want (n)?" He questions.

"Pops wants you for something" you say bluntly then turn to walk out feeling Aces eyes on you, you walk out of the office as Ace follows. You go back to lay down but you and Marco can clearly hear what Ace and Pops are talking about.

"Son Teach has betrayed us I need you to teach him a lesson never to mess with the Whitebeard pirates." Pops says to Ace.

"Of course I got this Pops!" Ace gives a hearty smile. You immediately touch Marcos hand him looking at you then teleporting you both to your guys room.

"Marco this is bad really bad!" You try and not freak out.

"Whats wrong my little bird?" Marco asks you.

"I cant mess with the future but just this once, its gonna snowball were gonna loose Ace I have to go now." You hurried to put a pair of mini black boots on then teleport you and Marco out of his room to the deck you run jump on the decks railing off the ship before Marco can grab you.

"(N) get back here! Yoi" you hear Marco yell. Transforming into your Angel Bird form and jet fly behind Ace as Marco and Pops yelled at you to come back. As you look back you see Marco stay behind talking to Pops.

'Pops is gonna punish me so is Marco but I have to do this' you think to yourself.

~Once To The Destination~

Its a small old bar town. You hide as you watch what goes down. Thats Blackbeard for sure they chat for a couple minutes then start fighting. In the middle of the fight Teach has consumed the entire town making you have to fly which Ace notices.

"(N) get out of here! Its dangerous!" He yells at you.

"No your endanger Ace come back now!" You yell back.

"Whats this your girlfriend? Will take her too shes easy on the eyes. Dam Ace thats a lot of hickeys! Ill show her a good time" Teach yells.

"Shes just a good friend you touch her and Marco the Phoenix will be all over you!" Ace yells to Teach.

"Ahh Marco maybe I should take her too then a two for one execution.?" Teach yells pissing Ace off. Ace ignores you eventually getting swallowed by darkness you teleported over to him grabbing his arm using you light to try and pull him out which works but then fails, he got consumed and all you managed to get was his hat. Looking at your enemies you teleported back far away and tried to fly away. You found Aces parasail and hopped on blasting light energy to surf away. You felt a bullet hit your wing making your wings dissapear. Then you felt a shooting pain in your back and another and another. Feeling yourself weaken but you keep going finally out of their range headed back to the Moby Dick.

~Approaching The Ship~

You could barely make out the voices. The men yelled "Ace is back Pops!"

"Wait since when does Ace wear a bikini?!"

"Its (n)!"

"Someone get Marco!" Once to the frame of the ship you managed to tie off Aces parasail and teleport to the deck before falling to the ground. On your stomach your wearing Aces hat but feeling yourself be picked up you pass out.

~After some time~

Your eyes flicker open only to see Marco asleep in a chair next to you. You tried to get up but gasp in pain. Which wakes Marco up.

"My little bird your finally awake you need to heal yourself Yoi" he says as you nod. Glowing hands to your chest you heal your wounds.

"What happened to me Marco?" You ask and he sighs

"You were shot with sea prism bullets three times its amazing you managed to still use your powers. That or you over used your powers which made you sleep so long Yoi" he explains then it hits you

"I have to go tell Pops what happened!" You start to get up but are pushed back down by Marcos hand.

"Its the middle of the night (n) lets go to sleep Yoi" he says.

"How long have you been up? Okay lets go"

"Ive been up all day and half of the night I just fell asleep. All right lets go Yoi" he says standing he holds out a hand for you. You take it as he pulls you up his other hand supporting your waist. You both go back to his room lock the door then get undressed. You put panties on since you wore a bikini but wear nothing else. This time hes in bed first you crawl over him to the wall he spanks your ass hard and loudly.

"Geez what was that for?" You question him. He just gives you a glare with his blue fiery eyes then puts his glasses on the nightstand.

"Ill have to punish you a different time Yoi" he says as your eyes widen

"Haha ...... your joking???" You ask as you plop down next to him on your back.

"You left the ship without permission, went to a very dangerous place then got shot three times not once but three my little bird, not to mention you could have been captured as well. I may be your mate and boyfriend but we have to follow orders! Yoi" he yelled.

"Okay... I understand.. goodnight...." you flipped on your side towards the wall tears streaking down your face trying not to cry. You hear Marco sigh then flip over snake his arm past your waist and pull your body close to his.

"You scared me when you came back all bloody, dont do it again look at me and promise me Yoi" you flipped over now facing him. His gaze softens as he sees your tears. Nose to nose you say

"I promise Marco..."

"Thats my little bird Yoi" he says as he kisses your tears away. Wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"I love you more than anything Yoi" your commander says to you which made your eyes glow.

"I love you more than anything too. I promise to be more careful" you tell him. He kisses your forehead and holds you close.

"Goodnight my little bird Yoi"

"Goodnight my boyfriend" you whisper to him.

~The Next Morning~

You flutter your eyes open and feel Marcos warmth encompassing you. Hes holding you tight. After relaxing in his arms for about ten minutes he stirs and opens his eyes you could feel his movements. You feel him hug you tightly so you hug him back.

"Oh good morning (n) Yoi" Marco whispers

"Goodmorning first commander" you say still worked up about last night him scolding you.

'I guess he didnt pick up on that' you think.

"Lets get ready Yoi" he says releasing you getting up as you lay there for a minute then get up also. You grab a t shirt and shorts and your mini boots putting them on, brush your teeth use the bathroom then head out to meet Pops with Marco. Nervous you walk with Marco to Pops then stop when Marco stops you looking down.

"(N) my child you have broken some rules you must be punished. You will take over Marcos job while he prepares everyone for war. We read the paper today Ace has been captured and turned into the wolrd government he will be executed soon" Your eyes widen and you snap up.

"Pops your going to die there so is Ace!" You blurt out as Marco stiffened his eyes on you.

"He is one of my sons I would do the same for any of my children even you (n). End of discussion child" Pops say with authority.

"Yes Sir" You reply as you and Marco hug then part ways. You enter the empty office and sit in Marcos seat.

"Where to start? Here is good ill just work extra hard"

[mediocre-eternity]

It is 10 April, 2023

I must write about something that happened to me.

Something overcame me a few nights ago. In fact, my body still feels like it was left back in time. I don’t think Daniel has ever witnessed these states of mine. No, he hasn’t. And if I was going through this darkness years ago, the drugs allowed him to miss it.

Actually, yes. Yes, yes. I have been this deep in the hallows when Daniel was mortal, but he kept leaving me. And nights passed and passed until he was dying and I was forced to make him what he is today. Silver linings, I suppose. Daniel is still alive.

I don’t know how long ago this was, but I remember typing that I would take a few bodies and feel more myself and now I have the feeling I overindulged. I don’t like sharing this with Daniel but now he’s going to read it, I suppose (not like he’s ever complained about the crazed fucking that comes after). I couldn’t help the murders, I just kept killing and killing until I had consumed five, adrenaline-dosed humans. Toward the end of my spree, I remember wanting to crunch down on a beating heart but must have tempered myself just in time. And anyway, I was drinking from Daniel’s femoral a mere fifteen minutes later, like a starved wet, little leach. This act only served to fuel my fever. I should have let Daniel take more than he wanted.

That doesn’t matter.

I was later laying down in my shower, letting the water soak my face, when something possessed me to involuntarily focus on a particular memory. I was fascinated by it. I studied the memory until it made no more contextual sense. And then it happened. A vision of a small boy I knew at the palazzo was stuck to me, facing me. His little round, red face. His blue eyes and whispy blonde hair covering his forehead. The face spoke to me but wasn’t really saying coherent words. Then the face started to contort, over-exaggerating these hardly-audible nonsense words, shifting in color as it did so. Screams of horrified boys overtook my ears until they sounded like alarms and when I looked back to recognize the face it had become the bloated, pale green corpse I had witnessed before I never saw him again. I was so shocked that I nearly flung myself from the tub onto the floor where I started to wail to keep up with the shrieking in my head, thinking that would silence the deafening roar but only wound up as competition to it.

I heard my name shouted through the inferno. I tried to get to my knees but kept collapsing, my hands clutched hard to my chest. I begged this pleading voice to leave, to end this torture. Somehow, my prayer was answered and Daniel’s hand came down hard on my back, jolting me free of my nightmare. He had been calling my name.

Oh what a sight I must have been. My body was drenched with blood from top to bottom and the floor around me, too. I stopped my wailing but desperate, sad sobs consumed by body as I shook. The idea of being seen in such a state made me pray I could vomit the pain away but alas, nothing came up. I was a coven leader. A feared member of Immortal Kind… who’s fledgling was now roughly rubbing their back to bring them back up the to the surface of the current world. A bloody, pathetic boy on the floor of his own bathroom.

Eventually I could hear words again. Jesse asking if I was okay in a hushed voice and Benji reiterating her questioning. Daniel got to his feet and walked passed Jesse. “It’s a panic attack.” I heard him mention and the conversation between them trailed out the door. All I could think of was the handheld mirror on the counter above me and I desperately crawled to it until I had dragged it down to the floor with me. I stared into it, into my eyes and down to my heaving, bloody shoulders. I didn’t know who that was in that moment and it occurred to me that I had lost another version of my cursed existence.

There was no sense in remembering the Palazzo or my friends. It was gone. That little boy was gone. Amadeo was gone. My coven was gone. My Theatre was gone. The Island… nearly so.

I heard Daniel in my ear again, whispering a concerned “Come on” as he took the mirror from me and my silk robe was put over my shoulders. I took it as a cue to rub feverishly at the blood tears.

“I used to have panic attacks all the time.” I heard from Benji behind me. He mentioned something about trying to remember I was real (?) but I was stumbling to get to my feet and compose myself. Attack. The word stuck in my head. Yes, attack. These attacks. I remember them from my time as a mortal youth and again with the coven. Perhaps even some years ago when Daniel was mortal but the essence of the memory of these attacks is lost. Nothing was as piercing as what I was feeling right then. Nothing was as clear as the boys face. The despair I felt the other night was the most complete blackness you could possibly imagine. Endless worthlessness. The very same blackness I saw in the sunlight. Oh, why was I saved from that fate?

I tried to speak in a composed way to Benji, through my embarrassment, but Daniel interrupted me again to remind me that was absolutely shaking. I was then lifted off of my feet by Daniel, who cradled me and walked me back to our sofa. I thought of the boy. I thought of the Palazzo. Nobody had held me like this since the last time Marius put me down and it caused an emotion I have yet to identify. I wished I could be held by Daniel like this for hours but I was on the cushions before I could cognitively react.

“One time,” Benji continued. “I drank, like, a bunch of energy drinks with my friends and I had to go to the hospital…” Though I was desperately straining to follow his words.

“And what did they tell you at the hospital?” Daniel smiled at Benji, taking over this conversation because there was no possible way for me to understand what he was explaining. Energy drinks? Hospital? For the rest of the evening I was caught in this haze. Benji explained to me later that these drinks caused a panic attack… similar to how my excessive killing made me feel. It still makes no sense to me.

There more commotion as Jesse insisted on finding a mop with Daniel telling her to just throw some towels down and Benji informing them that he had bought a swiffer (?) at some point. These words circled my brain as I struggled to decipher their meaning. I laid my head to the cushion and succumbed to the ambient noise of the city and the house. I didn’t come to until many hours later, Daniel sitting beside me with the low ambience of whatever video game he was playing on our flat-screen. I shut my eyes a final time that night and have been trying to put my mind back together ever sense.

Vaguely, I remember being caught in these attacks but had little comfort following. I was buried underneath putrid soil of a cemetery, staring wildly at the interior of my coffin with only the ambiguously comforting advice from Allesandra to keep me centered until I was thrown back into the confusion again and again and again. But at that time it was a familiar cycle and I had no Daniel or Jesse or Benji or whoever to find me piteously flailing on modern white tile. Then why was this spiraling so much more visceral? Perhaps the absence of other agonies only served to make it that much more vivid. What do I do all night now anyway? I get up, I cut my hair, I wait for Daniel, I take a shower, I hunt. Then what? We lay on the couch or hop the fence into the Brooklyn Zoo? I might indulge and maybe ask Benji to show me some new trick on his computer? Construction in Miami is moving so slow. There is nothing to distract me, so my memories won’t allow for such comfortability. Perhaps this monotony is undeserved.

At any rate, I’ve been nearly static ever since. I feel some energy flowing inside of me again so I don’t believe the stagnation is permanent but having no control over how I am is too foreign and too gross.

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain: Chapter 1108: Indominable:  Part II / III

Weiss walked up to Gog and Rophon as they looked out a window. "Pardon?" Weiss asked, and they turned towards her, "What's up, mini ice queen?" Rophon asked. Weiss paused for a moment as she developed a slight light blue flush.

"Have you seen the greater ice queen?" Weiss asked.

"Hm..." Gog's great voice bellowed as Rophon began to snicker.

"Pardon?" Weiss asked.

"Oh, just that she went in to see the big guy." Rophon said, "They might be a little bit distracted."

"They - will - likely - be - absent," Gog said, and paused, "until - arrival."

"I'm sure they have much to discuss." Weiss stated, which caused Rophon to laugh out loud. "And how do you two fair?

"Huh?" Rophon asked.

"We - wait." Gog stated, "In - earnest."

"No one has faced a dragon." Rophon distantly stated, looking back out the window.

* * *

"Pardon?" Ciel asked as she approached Blake from behind. Blake did not look up from her console before replying,

"What's up, Gabby?"

"I was simply curious as to your current goal?"

"Oh?" Blake asked, and looked back, "Looking up General Ironwood's service record."

"Anything in particular?" Ciel eagerly asked.

"Just everything." Blake said, and looked back at the console. "I mean, he was both a general and a headmaster. How did that happen?"

"Is there anything I could help you with?" Ciel asked.

"It's all so facinating." Blake stated. "He created the Special Operations Command Unit."

"Indeed." Ciel affirmed.

"This explains so much." Blake added. "He is exactly who we thought he was."

"Did you believe he was being deceptive?" Ciel asked.

Blake looked back at her, "I don't know. We all have our lesser moments." She then looked back at the console, "Except for General Ironwood." she added.

"He is implaccable." Ciel voiced, and Blake looked back at her.

"Unfortunately, this means that everything he's done has been out of sincere belief."

"Pardon?" Ciel asked.

"He shut the borders, kept the people at arm's length." Blake stated. "He nearly caused an insurrection."

"I see your point." Ciel replied, "But, it does seem as if he has mended his ways, at least somewhat."

"We all have." Blake said to her. "Doesn't mean we like looking at ourselves in the mirror. I did a lot of things because I thought they were right."

"We have all come a long way." Ciel stated.

"Alright, what did you do?" Blake asked.

"Socializing has never been my strong suit." Ciel replied, and Blake looked away nervously.

"I'm sorry, I mean..."

"We have come a long way." Ciel added. "We should celebrate that, not admonish ourselves for what we once were."

"You're right." Blake voiced, and looked back at the screen. "It's still amazing how much he's accomplished."

"Yes, he is." Ciel added.

* * *

Neo walked up to Gog and Rophon. "What's up, short stuff?" Rophon asked. Neo pointed her umbrella at the women, the blade popping out of the end. "Oh, you're on."

* * *

The hatch to the Indominable's deck was opened, and Rophon went to climb out, but paused. Neo stuck her head through the opening to see what was going on. Taiyang and Raven were laying down and cuddling. Neo's head dropped down, unsure of what to do. Taiyang's head popped up, "Little Neopolitan, is that you?" Taiyang asked. Her head popped back up, questioningly looking at him as he sat up. She pointed at herself, "How many other Neopolitan's do you know?" Neo thought for a second before holding up her hand with her fingers spread out.

"Are they all you?" Raven asked, and Neo eagerly nodded.

Taiyang stood up, Raven a moment behind him, both standing in the heavy wind. "As I said," Taiyang continued, "now that you've been adopted, you qualify for dad-related benefits. Dad jokes, dad advice, dad hugs?" he asked, as he held his arms open. Neo looked at him nervously.

"Oh, just hug him already." Raven stated, "Or he's never going to stop." Neo jumped up and ran over for a hug, kissing him on the cheek. "What was that?" Raven asked, "He's mine. Do you really think you can compete with me?" Neo extended the blade from Hush, and Raven's hand quickly moved to the hilt of her sword in it's scabbard.

"Easy!" Taiyang said, standing between the two.

"I was going to go easy on her." Raven jealously voiced, and Taiyang glared at her. "I wasn't even going to use an Aura Slash." she pleaded.

"Remember why we're here?" Taiyang, "We can't have you deplete your Aura over this."

"How did you want us to deplete our Aura?" Raven salaciously asked, and Neo gave her and then Taiyang a salacious look.

"What?" Taiyang asked, "You can't mean?.. How old is she?" he asked Raven, "How old are you?" he asked Neopolitan.

"Can you look like a sexy schoolgirl?" Raven asked, and Neo appeared to now be in a sexy schoolgirl outfit.

Taiyang flushed and looked around nervously. Raven started visibliy laughing. Neo adopted her outfit and silently copied her movements. Taiyang breathed in deeply and exhaled.

"Still?" Raven asked. Neopolitan looked at her for a moment before shaking her head. She then rushed over to Taiyang. She quickly hugged him before making her way back to the hatch. "Shame." Raven voiced.

"Will you stop that?" Taiyang asked, and walked up to her.

"Make me." Raven said with a wide smirk.

"Maybe not the best place for a spanking?" Taiyang asked.

"Try me?" Raven asked.

"Why do you try me?" Taiyang asked.

"It was a bit more exciting when Summer was around." Raven stated, "Speaking of, how long did it take?"

"What?" Taiyang asked.

"Before you slept with her?" Raven eagerly asked.

Taiyang nervously looked away. "Ruby is two years younger than Yang." he voiced.

"Is that really how long it took?" Raven salaciously asked, but Taiyang could not look back at her. He breathed in deep a few times before turning around.

"Even if you want to bring back the... excitement... you can't just grab a random girl, and..."

"Oh?" Raven asked, "She's a pervert. She had to think about it before saying no. Apparently having you as a dad is good enough for her."

"So, you are trying going to grab random, perverted girls to join us?" Taiyang asked.

"What about Cinder?" Raven asked, and Taiyang gave her a shocked look.

"I thought you hated her?" Taiyang asked.

"I want to spank her ass until she learns to like it." Raven stated.

"Okay, that DOES sound like you." Taiyang stated.

"Oh, come on, can't you give her a hate fuck for me?" Raven asked.

"But..." Taiyang voiced, "I don't hate her?.."

"I said it would be for me, didn't I?" Raven asked.

"Just so we can drop this, if you ever do talk her into it, yes, I'll give Cinder a hate fuck - for you."

Raven just gave him a satisfied smile in reply.

* * *

"Greetings?" Ciel asked, and Gog slowly turned around to see her.

"Hello." he politely said. "How - can - I - help - you?"

"I wished to ask about your Semblance?" Ciel asked. Gog just smiled and gestured to a nearby bench. Ciel sat down while Gog slipped down the wall onto the floor.

"Ask - your - questions." Gog lightly voiced.

"When you increase your size, do you also increase your mass, and if so, where does this mass come from?"

"Hm?" Gog asked, and developed a wide smile, "The - best - I - can - tell, is - that - it - is - a - matter - energy - conversion, and - the - energy - has - to - be - my - Aura."

"And, when you cease using your Semblance, the energy returns?" Ciel asked, and Gog nodded. "Then why are you so tired?"

"Using - Aura - is - like - flexing - a - muscle." Gog replied. "That - is - what - is - tiring."

"That explains quite a good deal." Ciel stated, "About myself as well. This is why overuse of ones Semblance tires you, without depleting your Aura. Intruiging. But, Pardon, if growing your size deplenishes your Aura?.."

"Then - growing - too - large - makes - me - vulnerable, yes." Gog voiced.

"But?"

"Sometimes - it - allows - me - to - end - a - battle - in - much - shorter - order." Gog voiced, "The shorter - the - battle, the - lower - the - risk - to - my - allies. Wounds - are - also - relatively - smaller."

"That is a valid point. When you return to your ordinary size, your wounds shift relatively, and can be treated as such."

"When - I - grow - to - a - titan, a - spear - might - as - well - be - a - toothpick." Gog stated. "How - about - you, with - your - fleeting - time?"

"Oh?" Ciel asked, "The introduction of the glasses was a tremendous benefit."

"What - do - they - do?" Gog asked.

"Oh?" Ciel asked, "They keep time. When activated, they darken just before the second. This allows me to keep time without having to look at my watch, like I previously did."

"How - does - your - Semblance - work?" Gog asked.

"At the tick of every second, I can gain another." Ciel stated, "But it must be made at that moment. Why, I am not certain."

"Maybe - it's - because - of - you?" Gog asked.

"Because of me?" Ciel inquired.

"It - is - your - nature." Gog stated. "Without - your - punctuality, you - would - not - be - you?"

"And it because of this that my Semblance is limited?" Ciel asked.

"It - is - because - of - this - that - you - have - a - Semblance." Gog voiced. "A - Semblance - is - an - outcry - of - the - soul."

"Intruiging?" Ciel asked, "My greatest strength is my greatest weakness."

"Welcome - to - having - Aura." Gog simply stated.

"I would like to thank you. This conversation has been most enlightening. I have much to consider." Ciel stated.

"A - pleasure." Gog stated.

[devctiion]

@steadfastspirits:

It was no easy task, watching over the people of Watatsumi Island, even as peace blanketed over the land, a comforting mist as lives were rebuilt. Diplomacy with Inazuma as a whole took up a large swath of Sangonomiya Kokomi's time, while her general found himself hard at work looking for ways in which to ease the troops into peacetime.

Soothing the deep scars of war could not be done overnight. The pair were often placed high on a pedestal by their people—shining examples of leadership and kindness. Which made days like this all the more important to celebrate and cherish.

For as long as Kokomi had known him, her dearest general had always been confident and at ease in his position. And yet, extremely easy to fluster when the spotlight fell upon him in times outside of battle and strategy. Lavish gifts and attention wouldn't do. But... perhaps some time away from it all, just the two of them, would be more than enough.

Yes, and with a bit of tweaking... A pleased little hum escaped the divine priestess, before she summoned one of her little hydro fish. After hushed whispers and an extra little moment where she booped her nose against it, Kokomi sent it into the book portal that she often utilized to send messages to her general.

"Gorou-san, when it is most convenient, please meet me in Location Blue Botia Loach. I will be working there for the next several hours, so there is no need to rush."

While her secret hideaway did not have a built-in kitchen, it would be a simple matter to bring along ingredients to bake a cake together, alongside a portable cooking stove. Yes, a tiny celebration without any additional prying eyes would be most suitable, and they could do another activity afterwards that suited Gorou's tastes. Though, working on a cake together may be enough on its own, knowing her general's adoration of sweets.

Gorou should have known his birthday would not be able to slip by unnoticed this year. He’d mostly managed to get away with it during the War when there were more important things on people’s minds than celebrating milestones like that. Not to mention that things like birthdays tended to just remind people of the families they were missing. At most, all they could spare for those occasions was some sake and a toast to another year survived.

Now that they’ve finally crested that hill however, the mood for festivities has returned as well. They still don’t have an awful lot of supplies to spare, but there’s more time for people to spend with each other, which is just as good. Gorou likes to see everyone in higher spirits, he really does. It’s what he was fighting for, after all: the right for every citizen to live out their lives unhindered by ordinances.

And honestly, he wouldn’t even mind people celebrating his birthday as much- if only everyone would stop petting his ears for luck. They are not extra lucky today! Whoever started that rumor is going to get stuck with cleaning duties until his next birthday, he swears.

Any excuse to get out of socializing with the crowd for a while would be welcome right now, so when Gorou feels the communication book he keeps on his person suddenly vibrate with energy, he nearly jumps at the chance to check the message that’s been sent. A mission, perhaps?

“Excuse me, I need to read this,” he says seriously, trying to disguise the relief and eagerness in his tone. Then he scurries off outside to do just that. The usual fish pops up out of the book when he opens it to unroll the scroll in its mouth and he scans over the message quickly, eyebrows rising up into his bangs.

Location Blue Botia Loach? Why, but isn’t that Kokomi’s private getaway? He hums thoughtfully, ears twitching ever so slightly. Even if it’s just working on paperwork together, some time alone sounds pretty nice right about now. He ducks his head back into the mess hall to let his men know he’ll be gone for a few hours and how to contact him in case of an emergency. With that taken care of, and without any further dithering, he finally takes his leave.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

One wouldn’t expect the High Priestess Sangonomiya to be caught slumming around in a barely furnished cave, but that’s exactly where Gorou finds her when he goes looking. There’s no door to knock on, so he simply announces his presence as he enters.

“Sangonomiya-sama! General Gorou, reporting for duty.” Despite the formal address, there’s a big smile on his face and his salute is more playful than anything else as he strides in, fluffy tail wagging behind him eagerly. “What’s on the agenda for… today?”

There’s a brief pause as his eyes adjust to the dimmer lighting and he blinks rapidly, looking back and forth between the supplies laid out on the table. His head tilts to the side curiously.

“...Huh. Are you cooking something in here?” That’s definitely a first.

[broadwayandnetflix]

i have a request for bo burnham!!:) maybe like the reader and bo watch the special when he gets done editing it and doing all the other stuff he has to do for it, and he records her reaction to the whole thing and that’s how he announces the special?? i know that’s weird but it’s been stuck in my head, so you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to!

Test Run - Bo Burnham x Reader

Warnings: Language

Theme: FLUFF (angst if you like squint)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: y’all I wrote this so fast, like kachow. I hope you enjoyed it, and got a break from all of the angst. but angst is still good. but this fic is not me fangirling over inside. never, couldn’t be me. I hope you enjoyed the fic though @bos-a-feminist I had sm fun writing it.

It had been late one evening when Bo had practically burst into the door of your bedroom. You sat puzzled as you gave the man time to catch his breath, as he gave you an eager look.

Trying not to giggle as Bruce yipped at Bo’s feet in pure excitement, it seemed he too was trying to figure out what was going on.

“What? Are we finally gonna have sex again?” you say humorously, causing the man to break composure for just a second.

“No! I mean what the fuck? Yes, yes, and to answer your question, yes. But not right now.”

You giggle as he looks at you with an expression you couldn’t fully decipher. In any constellation, it had been months since you had seen the man this energetic.

Usually, when Bo would come back from his long days in the guest house, he’d tend to be exhausted. Often just giving you a quick kiss before collapsing onto the mattress.

His blue eyes softening towards you as he extends his hand for you to take. Which made you realize that there was an ounce of seriousness in his actions.

Your hands fitting perfectly in his as he pulls you up from the bed, one hand making sure to hold the small of your back.

“Where are we going?” you breathe out.

Bo remained silent, but you found out soon enough as he led you outside to the guest house.

You had stopped dead in your tracks, causing him to do the same. Eyes widening as you realized what was gonna happen, turning to Bo and giving him the biggest grin you could muster.

From the minute he had set foot in the guest house to begin his special, he had been very secretive about it. Something about how it helped him to create something that no one really knew about.

I mean, you had some idea when the UPS trucks kept delivering camera equipment. Or when he had asked if he could take some of your clothes. Other than that, though, top secret.

It had been about roughly a little over a year when he had started the special. A year of emotions and hard work, and by the looks of it.

It seemed as though he had finished.

“Wait are you doing what I think you are doing?” you say, looking at him expectedly.

“Shit babe you catch on quick. Yes, if we are on the same mindset. I think we are, now hush, or I’ll never get to show you it.” Bo instructs before leading you inside.

In all honesty, you didn’t know what to expect. The last time you had seen the guest house had been roughly two years ago. Now? It looked completely different.

Wires and different camera equipment lay waste on the floor, making it almost a hazard. Other lights of various types and sizes filled the room like mini metal trees. It looked disorganized and yet organized at the same time.

Yet Bo walked through the maze of equipment with ease, almost as if it wasn’t even there. You smiled before tiptoeing to the clearing that Bo had made for you.

“Yeah apologies, I wasn’t expecting company.” Bo smirks as you break into laughter.

“It looks…well it looks well used.” you reply, getting comfortable on the chair he had provided.

In front of you sat a projection on the wall of what seemed to be an editing software. You looked back at Bo with an eager grin; he gives you a slight wink.

Anticipation settling in the air as you watched him mess around with the monitor. Until his cursor finally presses on a folder and a video screen pulls up.

You half expected him to sit beside you. Still, instead, he remains behind the computer, amongst his sea of technological instruments and cameras.

“Y/N, I’m showing this to you. Simply because you deserve to see why I’ve been so busy for like a year or more. Plus, you mean the world to me and I wanna know your input.”

Bo says softly. You can detect a hint of nerves in his actions and tone; you practically melt, realizing that was he anxious. Regardless you knew without a shadow of a doubt you were gonna love whatever he puts out.

You open your mouth to reply before he presses play, and an eerie ringing fills the room. Music filling your senses as the special, titled Inside, plays before you.

The next hour or two fills you with a multitude of emotions that you can’t quite place. It seemed like Bo was making you laugh seconds ago, and now you can’t help but feel tears well up in your eyes.

Cinematically it was stunning, breathtaking even. It was hard to believe that Bo had turned the little guest house into a studio. Or at least to the extent that it became, with its gorgeous displays and production.

Performance-wise, it was a completely different ballpark. Bo fucking delivered in more ways than one, whether in humor or just pure raw emotion.

Acting or not, it broke your heart to see the man you loved so dearly in the state that he was in. Of course, you could tell something was up even then when he was filming, but he never gave away the extent of it.

Just hearing him cry made your stomach twist in knots; you wanted to comfort him. Only to be reminded that it was just merely a video of him.

Even at the moment, it took you everything not to look back at Bo; you knew how much he valued your attention. Plus, you wanted to experience the special in full, just as you would if he were on stage.

The special wasn’t the same as his others, but it was well needed for a time like this. It felt personal and introspective, but it was also oh so clever and in-depth. You adored it and the time and effort that he had put into it.

As the credits rolled out and you saw an acknowledgment for your name, your heart soared.

You knew that the two of you had worked hard to be there for each other the past year. Especially with everything that was going on and Bo working most of the time.

To know that you had helped him in any shape or form. It just meant a lot, in more ways than he’d ever know.

The lights in the room flickered on as if he had made a make-shift movie theatre. You wiped away any stray tears, and before he could even say anything, you ran into his arms.

Bo jolting back in surprise before accepting the embrace and holding you tighter into his chest. His head resting gently on top of yours due to his taller stature.

“God I love you so much, more than you’ll ever know. I seriously don’t know if I would’ve made it out alive this past year if I didn’t have you.” he croaked into your hold.

It took you a second to realize that the man was crying, and you pulled away to meet his eyes. Your fingers brushing away his tears before reaching up to give him a kiss.

His figure bending down just a tad to meet your lips as he kisses you back sweetly. It’s light and yet so filled with passion for making up for what time that had been lost.

Yet as he looks down at you, a smile etching across his lips. As he asks you about what your thoughts are on his special, he already knows your response.

Unbeknownst to you, he had recorded your entire viewing experience. Of course, if he were to ever share it anywhere, he’d ask your permission, but it was apparent.

Even as you told him how much you loved it and how much you enjoyed it. You knew that he knew that you understood the special the way he had intended it.

It was one of the many things that made him adore you endlessly. You meant the world to him.

“We should celebrate babe! Maybe order a pizza or something.” you exclaim, arms still wrapped around his neck in your embrace.

“We definitely should, but what pizza places are open at this hour?” Bo smirks as you give him a slight frown.

“I don’t know, that’s a good question.” you hesitate.

“Actually I do know one place that’s really good and delivers.” Bo whispers seductively up against your ear.

You giggle and gesture for him to continue as he swiftly pulls away from your hold. His hand outstretched for you to take once again as he leads you towards the house. Or, more importantly, towards your bedroom.

“Me.”

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Bo sat anxiously beside you as his fingers lingered over the ‘post’ button on his different social media accounts.

The post in question was a video that he stitched together of you watching the special. With your consent, of course.

It had been edited together to be vague enough that he wouldn’t spoil the special. But nonetheless, it was sweet, and he totally made sure to include you tearing up in it.

You made it a priority to tackle him for that one.

The video was sweet and short, but it got the intended message across, and you personally loved it, just like you loved Bo and the special.

“Any-day now Robert.” you tease as you hold his one hand in yours.

“Do you think that they’ll wanna watch it?” he whispers quietly.

“Of course they will, it’s you. Baby you are so talented, your fans will be so excited.” you reassure.

Bo sighs before squeezing your one hand tightly before pressing the button. And letting Inside out into the world.

[spectre-fivee]

Over the Moon: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 8081 (wtf this is so close to Anakin’s secret password or whatever, also WOW this is easily the longest piece I’ve ever written)

Warnings: HEAVY smut, both male and female receiving oral, unprotected sex, lots and lots of dirty talk, heavy use of the word ‘master’, dom/sub play, slight brat taming, praise and humiliation kink, edging, slight force play & restraint

A/N: Hey yalllll I’m back with another smut LMAO this is a prequel to let me take care of you, my first obi-wan smut :DD this is LONG asf and includes a small backstory but I promise the majority of it includes smut scenes lol. I hope you guys enjoy and I love your feedback!! much love <3

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You were over the moon when you found out that you would be accompanied by General Obi Wan Kenobi on your next business trip.

Literally. Quite literally, you were over the moon. You had just coincidentally flown over Centax-3 and were now in pursuit to Coruscant's surface in preparation for your oncoming journey, and you were so beyond excited that you found it hard to contain yourself around your personal guards. Just as you entered the planet’s atmosphere, you decided you had enough of the automated briefing and muted the transmitter on your arm. You were too focused on the fact that you were going to be alone with General Kenobi for an entire day.

Well, night really. You had managed to catch that part of the briefing.

You could watch it later. As you packed, perhaps. It was fine.

Feeling like a little girl as you basically pranced back to your quarters, you lugged a small bag out of your closet and began to fill it with necessities. 

Being a senator for so many years had forced you into countless situations with General Kenobi, but never such as this one. When you met the Jedi Knight in the beginning of your career, the two of you clicked almost instantly. Over time, your admiration of the man blossomed into something...different. 

Oftentimes the general would escort you from the Senate Chamber itself all the way to your office on the third floor. He had always been so well spoken and full to the brim with witty charm, enough to make you feel like a total schoolgirl when you locked yourself in your office, squealing and jumping up and down after your encounters with him. Sometimes, you would accompany Obi Wan on walks both inside and outside the building. One time, he was kind enough to show you the gardens outside the Jedi temple on Coruscant. Other times, you were simply by his side in the senate halls, holding your stomach as you just about died of laughter. It was all you could do to keep yourself from absolutely melting when he looked at you with those glittering blue eyes, his lips curved up into a smirk.

Butterflies swarmed in a vicious frenzy as you packed your bag, your cheeks so hot you thought you might explode just at the thought of General Kenobi. You looked up when you heard a soft knock at your door. “Come in,” You had said before a guard stepped inside and informed you that you were leaving earlier than the time scheduled. You nodded and rose to your feet swiftly with a polite smile.

“That’s alright, I’m already prepared.”

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The only thing you had forgotten was to finish watching the automated briefing. 

Which, arguably, should have been at the top of your list. But somehow it had just slipped from your mind. Now, you were positioned in between General Kenobi and his commander, CC-2224, but you knew him as Cody. The two men remained quiet and Obi Wan tapped through the data pad in his hand. When you glanced at Cody, you couldn’t tell what exactly he was looking at or if he even had his eyes open under his helmet, he was so quiet. Either way, you cast him a polite smile when you glanced his way.

You felt kind of awful, really. This was, on your part, a mission regarding humanitarian aid, and you were the Galactic Republic’s representative in this instance. You didn’t know anything about this planet you were traveling to, only its name - Lelroth. You didn’t know the people’s conditions nor how much territory the Separatists occupied, that is, unless the citizens had decided to stand their ground.

A clone trooper’s voice came over the intercom of the transporter. “We’ll be arriving shortly.”

You tried to peek at Obi Wan’s data pad in hopes of receiving any information. “Have you ever been to Lelroth?” You asked.

He glanced up at you. “No. Frankly, I have no idea what to expect.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” You muttered quietly. His eyebrows quirked up as he stared at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You...received the briefing, correct?” He asked, and immediately your palms began to sweat.

“Of course I received the briefing.” You responded a little too defensively. He gave you a small grin before looking back down at the tablet in his hands.

You glanced over at Cody nervously as if expecting a response. You felt stupid after your eyes fell onto his yellow helmet, hearing Obi Wan step away and enter the pilot’s cabin.

“You didn’t watch the briefing, did you?” Cody asked, his voice hushed and amused.

“No.” You said. “No, I did not.”

You heard his chuckle through the moderator in his helmet as heat rose to your cheeks. You couldn’t help but smile and punch him playfully, giggling slightly. He leaned closer and began to fill you in quietly, and all jokes fell aside when you learned of the planet’s condition.

Few months prior, Lelroth had fallen under separatist control after the population had been forced under Count Dooku’s submission. The Republic Senate had been receiving reports of just about anything you could think of to describe a humanitarian crisis. You stumbled into Cody a bit as the ship landed.

“We’re here.” The pilot announced as the hatch lowered with a loud, steaming noise.

You squinted as bright sunlight poured into the cabin, raising a hand up to block the sun as Obi Wan stepped out. Lelroth’s atmosphere was thick and humid as you followed him, listening to the dirt crumble beneath your feet as you stepped out. You gazed around the enclosing woods with a small smile, the saturation taking you by surprise after being stuck on Coruscant’s smoggy surface for so long. Though it was muggy, the air felt clean and fresh as you took in a deep breath. You swore you could almost taste the moisture on your tongue.

“Preferably tomorrow morning, yes. I’ll be contacting the council tonight and…” The general’s voice came in and out of earshot as you glanced over at the assault carrier you arrived on. You watched as the clones nodded swiftly at the Jedi’s words, saluting him one last time before the hatch closed and the ship descended through the trees. It was gone almost as quickly as it had arrived.

Obi Wan sighed and pulled the data pad back out of the abyss of his dark cloak before tapping at the screen again. “Let’s make this quick, shall we?” He murmured.

You laughed slightly. “Is my presence such a bother?” The tablet still held his attention as he flashed you a grin.

“Oh, yes. That’s definitely the reason.” He joked.

A sickening feeling started to grab at your stomach after hearing Cody describe the condition on Lelroth. You were unnerved, and regardless of the fact that you had a Jedi Knight as your company, you two were members of the Galactic Republic isolated on separatist territory.

“We should get going.” You murmured. “They’ll be expecting us soon.” you watched Obi Wan pull his large hood over his head as he murmured something under his breath, stepping forward and heading deep into the thick forest with you on his tail.

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The Lelrothians were a kind people. Their reaction to your arrival with the general was rather pleasant - they went so far as to throw a feast in you and the general’s honor. After meeting with the chief of the village you would reside in, you finally got a real understanding of the Lelrothians’ situation. You and Kenobi shared a grimaced glance as the chief went on to describe the state of his village alone.

He explained how a large percentage of the newfound members in his village were forced to flee the capital city after falling under a dark hand. You assumed the state of the capital was even worse than this small village as he reported substantial amounts of depleted resources. Running water had been cut off to many families and citizens could no longer supply food on their tables. The chief even mentioned the punishments some experienced for resisting - you weren’t surprised in the nearest after hearing tales of the wicked actions of General Grievous and his clanker army, but still...it was hard to hear.

“We were neutral ground,” You gazed over the chief’s descending head tails as he spoke. Dinek Kev was a twi’lek himself, his account thick and common amongst most of his species. When you glanced around the table, there had to be over fifteen different species in just the room alone. Sullustans, Ithorians, even a few Gungans and a Wookiee occupied a seat at the table. You smiled to yourself and returned your attention to the orange skin of Chief Dinek as he spoke.

“A peaceful people. Nearly everyone in this room is an immigrant or comes from one, somebody who was seeking peace. Other pacifist planets such as Mandalore seem to have been fine as they’ve remained neutral.”

“Believe me, Chief - Mandalore has been experiencing a great deal of their own internal conflict.” General Kenobi spoke.

“Forgive me, Jedi.” Dinek murmured quickly. “I’m just...desperate. I would have never taken the role of chief if it weren’t for Grievous and his army - I only want to protect my family and my home.”

You reached out and took Dinek’s hand, staring into his eyes sympathetically. “I’ll open it up for discussion in the senate as soon as I return to Coruscant. I promise you, Chief Dinek, we’re going to provide Lelroth with humanitarian aid and drive the separatists out of here.”

“I’ll speak with the council tonight.” The hood of Obi Wan’s cloak hung lazily around his neck as he murmured, stroking his beard in his typical fashion. His delicate blue eyes were glued onto his empty plate. Dinek squeezed your hand and began to thank the two of you profusely. You bit your lip, hesitant to discuss the requirements in order for any agreement to come through within the senate.

“Chief Dinek,” You started. “The villagers are going to have to learn to defend themselves.”

All you got from him in response was a simple blink,  a common reaction among those the Jedi come to aid. Most planets that fall under separatist control hold peaceful populations, those who don’t believe in waging war and therefore seeing no need for a military. You desperately wished it didn’t have to be this way. It was heartbreaking seeing simple, innocent lives dragged into the Clone Wars, and one day, you hoped that the galaxy would evolve into one where war could be completely evaded.

“Defend ourselves? You mean train us to fight?” Dinek asked.

“Yes.” You replied.

“That is why we’re here.” Obi Wan explained. The chief finally slid his hand from yours and seemed to recoil at the words spoken. “The Jedi can only aid so much, Chief. The Lelrothians need to learn to defend themselves in order to be sure of complete safety from the separatists.”

After a moment of watching the chief calculate in silence, he looked up at you two with an entirely different expression on his face. He glanced around the dim room and gazed over his people with a small smile curved upon his lips. His eyes darted to yours before Obi Wan’s as he spoke.

“You’re right. The Lelrothians are never going to evade this if we don’t take matters into our own hands.” You smiled at Dinek’s words.

“Good.” Obi Wan stroked his beard again.

“I’ll leave for Coruscant at dawn and begin discussion in the senate.” You announced.

“Yes, and that is when training will begin. Tonight I will get an idea of when reinforcements will arrive on Lelroth. We’ll have a very short timespan to train, I suspect.” The general uttered.

“General Kenobi and I will stay in contact and you’ll be the first to know the senate’s decision.” You concluded. Dinek took your hand again and smiled/ 

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” As he spoke, music began to sound from the instruments held by those up on a small, makeshift stage. The villagers began to cheer and rose to their feet, clapping along to the tune that billowed out from various horns. You grinned as the chief stood and joined his people, taking a woman’s hand delicately and spinning her in delight.

You looked over at Obi Wan with a smile. He looked up at you and met your gaze with the rise of an eyebrow. “What?” He asked.

“Wanna dance?” You giggled. He merely scoffed.

“That would seem a bit unprofessional.” You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Oh, lighten up, General. They threw an entire feast in our honor, surely we can dance with them.” 

He smiled at you sarcastically. “I’ll pass.”

“C’mon. You know you want to.” You pressed, nudging him playfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered simply.

“Just relax. It’s not like you’ll get kicked out of the order or whatever. It’s just dancing!” He glanced up at you in his seat as you stood, grinning down at him.

“You can be very nagging, did you know that?” He asked. You offered your hand, the same stupid grin plastered onto your lips. He scoffed again and reluctantly took it, rising to his feet slowly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He muttered with a grin as you pulled him over to the crowd and were instantly submerged by cheers, laughter, and celebration, having the time of your life with Obi Wan at your side.

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The celebration soon came to an end and after a brief escort from Chief Dinek and a few of his men, you and General Kenobi arrived at the motel you would come to stay at briefly. The neon lights of the vacancy sign cast a bleached hot pink color onto the gravel beneath your feet. It crunched and crumbled as you stepped, tuning out of Obi Wan and Dinek’s conversation as you were led into the cramped lobby.

The wallpaper was faded and chipping in the room surrounding the front desk. A small Sullustan woman sat in an organically shaped velvet chair with a book open in front of her. Dinek stepped forward and quickly informed her that you and Kenobi were the reinforcements sent from Coruscant. You listened as she told the chief that there was only one room available, in which you and Obi Wan shrugged off. She thanked the two of you, passed over the room key and sent you on your way. As you trudged up the wooden stairs that led to the second floor, you heard Obi Wan sigh.

“Tired from all that dancing, General?” You chuckled. “You sure know how to get down.”

“Yes, but you on the other hand…” He trailed off, and when you looked back at him with a dramatic expression on your face, he chuckled.

You smiled and swiped the key card through the slot outside the door. “Whatever.”

The two of you didn’t think much of the fact that there was only one room available. It didn’t matter to either of you, because all motel rooms generally contain two separate beds, right?

Wrong. Apparently, all hotel rooms except this one contained two separate beds. Your jaw wanted to hang open at the sight of it, really. Obi Wan froze in his tracks when he entered the compact room.

“Not even a sofa?” you commented. The door still hung open behind you when Obi Wan turned and met your gaze almost frantically.

“There has to be a mistake.” He said.

“She said this was the only room available. Dinek said this was the only lodge in the village.” You mumbled, finally shutting the door.

“Right, well.” The general uttered and stroked his beard once again, beginning to pace as he did so. “I guess I’ll sleep on the floor.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I’ll sleep on the floor, you have to train in the morning.” You watched as he traveled over to the chairs seated at a tiny round table in front of the window. They were a brilliant orange in contrast to the faded, once flamboyant green walls.

“No. The chair will do.” He said as he sunk into the cushion. “See?” He planted his feet onto the stem of the table, pushing it back so it allowed him to stretch his ankles over the surface. You only stared at him with your eyebrows raised.

“It beats the floor.” Obi Wan shrugged. You shook your head, smiling as you sat on the edge of the bed. You were facing forward, looking at the painting that hung on the wall before you. The sheets on the mattress were an ugly plaid that was laced with oranges, reds, greens and browns. It was very dated, but at the same time it almost felt...homey.

“We’re adults, aren’t we?” You chuckled. “This is only a business trip, General. Stars, if we have to we can just build a pillow wall between the two of us.”

When you didn’t get an immediate response, you glanced over at him only to see the amused expression on his face. But it was the kind of amused look that nearly belittles you and makes you feel completely and utterly ridiculous.

“Yes, and a business trip it will remain.” He uttered. “I do hope you’re joking.”

Your cheeks grew hot in flustered embarrassment. “Uh - I mean, yeah. Totally kidding.” You darted your eyes to your feet and began to swing them back and forth childishly. You heard chuckling from the general’s end but didn’t dare look over at him. You didn’t need to, you already knew he was sitting back and staring at the data pad again.

Moments passed and you had nothing else better to do than sift through the dusty magazines that sat below the bedside table. The lamp atop the metal surface cast a warm, dim yellow light through the room. It made you feel almost cozy as you flipped through the old pages, reading the articles and gazing at some of the most beautiful alien models you had ever laid eyes on. “Wish they had a holonet in here.” You muttered, bored and wishing for some kind of noise instead of this awkward silence that hung in the air.

Time continued to drag on and it grew late enough for you to decide to head into the bathroom to change your clothes. You turned the handle and listened as the faucet began to run while staring at yourself in the mirror. The general seemed grumpy after your comment, and you weren’t sure why. It was easily played off as a joke, you thought...besides, you only wanted to save him from a little back pain and stiffness in the morning.

You were only trying to be polite. And, well...you were secretly hoping for a little more than that.

As you splashed warm water onto your face, you heard Obi Wan’s voice from the other side of the door and watched as his figure cast shadows across the tile you stood on. The automated voice of Master Yoda and Master Mace Windu echoed around the small room as the general began to discuss with the council.

When you stepped out of the bathroom and crawled under the covers, you tried your best not to eavesdrop on his conversation. You stared at the magazine in your lap blankly.

All he was doing was pacing, it was rather distracting. You wished this place had a radio or something, or that it was safe enough to take a short walk. The meeting between Obi Wan and the other Jedi Masters seemed to last eons as you found your eyelids growing heavy. You stared at the cover of the magazine, it showcased a twi’lek woman posing in front of a ship. You yawned, cast it aside and allowed sleep to take over completely.

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When you woke up, it was still dark outside. The lamp beside your bed had been shut off by Obi Wan, but the one hanging above the chair he sat in remained lit as he set down the data pad with a sigh. You weren’t sure what had woken you up, and as you gazed at the general while you laid on your side, you didn’t really care. 

You could tell he was weary as he blinked slowly and ran his fingers through his hair. Glancing away, you felt slightly creepy as you stared at him for so long. But, I mean, could you really blame yourself?

After moments of silence, Obi Wan was the one to break it. “My apologies. I didn’t realize that the meeting would take so long.” His voice was deep and a bit croaky as it came out.

“It’s okay.” Was all you said as he reached for the light above him.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured.

“Are you sure you don’t want to share the bed?” You made sure it was apparent that you were joking as you smiled and chuckled, gazing at him as you did so. He paused for a moment, staring at you before his lips curved up into a grin.

“I see that pillow wall is still up for discussion?” He teased, and you laughed again.

“C’mon, it won’t bite. Besides, I’m only trying to save you from a little back pain.”

“Senator, are you implying that I’m old?” He chuckled.

“No, but I do understand that the dancing was already a step over the line for you.” You giggled, smirking. “Hurry up with that decision making please, I’m tired.”

Obi Wan laughed slightly before reaching up and turning off the light. To your disappointment, he didn’t stand up from his chair. You sighed softly and shut your eyes, letting go of the situation as you focused on falling asleep again.

Just as your mind began to wander, you felt a weight sink into the mattress beside you. Your eyes flew open as Obi Wan climbed into bed next to you, only to stare at the complete darkness that surrounded.

You grinned. “Did you change your mind?”

He sighed as he settled in. You could feel him, mere inches away from you as he relaxed. “Don’t make me regret it, Senator.”

You chuckled as darker thoughts began to consume you, reminding yourself that this was a business trip - strictly business. You wondered if Obi Wan thought the same, but you shot that down with another reality check as well.

You wanted to say something, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You were worried that Obi Wan was actually trying to sleep, and you didn’t want to disturb him, or worse - make things even more awkward like earlier. Now, more than ever, you knew you were never going to fall asleep with Obi Wan Kenobi lying next to you.

“Are you alright?”

“Hm?”

“I can practically feel how restless you are at the moment.” He murmured.

“Am I moving too much or is it your spooky voodoo magic?” You asked. He began to chuckle softly.

“Do you mean the Force?”

“Yeah, that.”

“It doesn’t take a Jedi to feel you staring at me.” The grin in his voice made you feel even more embarrassed as you rolled over onto your opposite side, your eyes squeezed shut.

Obi Wan hesitated for a moment before murmuring, “I never said stop, darling. I don’t mind.” His words ignited a spark that released trillions of butterflies swarming in your stomach, and you couldn’t stop the gigantic smile that was forming on your lips.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” As you responded, you felt the general’s weight shift behind you.

His voice came from above you now. “Oh, you didn’t hear me clearly?” You felt his hot breath against your ear as he spoke his next sentence. “I said, I don’t mind your staring. I just wish you would stare at me when I could see you doing it.” His mumbling spiraled into your ear and descended down your body, pausing right in between your legs. You crossed them tight in instinct, nearly gasping.

“I thought you said this trip was strictly business, General.” You breathed.

“Like you said, I already crossed the line when you forced me to dance.” He joked. “Besides, I think we’ve both waited long enough for this moment.” His voice was hushed and gravelly and Stars, sexy as it rumbled into your ear. You turned until you felt his lips were hovering over yours in the darkness, the mattress creaking as you did so.

“You didn’t seem to think that way earlier.” You mumbled, a fat smirk on your face as you teased him. He sunk himself closer to you and you swore you felt his lips brush against yours for a second.

“Nobody needs to know,” He whispered. A moment of silence passed before he dove his lips into yours, drawing out a small sound of surprise from you. You felt his forearm come down beside your head and he let out the tiniest of groans. You knew this was coming judging by your previous dialogue, but you were still in shock. For a moment, you seemed to be dead weight as Obi Wan crawled on top of you. The only thing that moved was your lips against his until realization finally kicked in.

It started with your hands, which rose up swiftly to grab the sides of his face. His beard felt scratchy beneath your fingers in the best way as you hooked your legs around his waist. You had always wanted to touch him like this, to feel and move with him as your mouths were connected and one was on top of the other. It was something you could only fantasize about for the longest time until you had to tell yourself it was never going to happen. But now, it was happening.

His lips were as soft and welcoming as the pillows beneath your head as he kissed you. It was deep and passionate and almost aggressive, and that alone confirmed to you that Kenobi wanted you just as much as you wanted him. 

Following your hands came your tongue as you pressed it between his lips gently, silently asking for entrance into the warm cave of his mouth. He granted permission and you felt his hand entangle in your hair when your tongues met. You sat up slightly, pushing yourself into him further as you dragged your teeth across the pink valley of his bottom lip. The grip nestled in your hair tightened in reaction and you giggled softly into him.

He tasted of fresh mint, and you found yourself wondering if he had brushed his teeth mere moments before this. He was dominating and absolutely thrilling as he rolled over, allowing you to straddle his waist and dip your chin down to his neck to leave a series of pecks down his flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” he commented, and in response you bit down slightly into his skin. He made a small startled noise in response before chuckling, abruptly flipping you onto your back. He left you breathless as his lips collided into yours again, and he groaned when you arched into him. His hands were absolutely everywhere. They ran from your jaw to your neck and then down to your forearms, back up to your shoulders and down to your breasts, down to your waist to grab at your hips...seemingly all at once.

He squeezed his fingers into the meat of your thighs and you groaned, raking your own through his hair. You felt like his touch was all you needed as your tongue slid against his. 

Darkness still engulfed the two of you. Obi Wan’s skin was on fire when he caressed you, the heat between your legs was set ablaze as he dipped his chin down, his lips traveling down your neck slowly. You wanted to see him, his face when he looked down at you, his blue eyes clouded with lust. You wanted to look into his eyes and absolutely moan his name, you wanted to -

Obi Wan’s lips left your skin just above the hem of your shirt. He paused for a moment, holding himself before you and panting. “What is it?” You asked.

“Take off your clothes.” He commanded. You felt him lean to the side and squinted when the lamp was switched on. You didn’t respond as your eyes adjusted to the light, you only peered at him rather dumbly. You watched when he dragged his tongue across his lower lip. His eyelids looked heavy when he stared down at you.

“Did I stutter?” He asked. Your heart picked up pace and you grinned when you grabbed the neckline of his robes and yanked him forward.

“Why don’t you take it off for me?” You mumbled, blinking innocently. You felt your wrists fly above your head, elbows bent slightly as they tied together under an invisible grasp. You were confused for a moment as the general began to run his hands underneath your shirt, caressing your sides and traveling over your breasts briefly. It took a moment before it finally dawned on you that he was using the Force as your restraint.

He slid the fabric up ever so slowly and stared at your stomach when it was slowly revealed. He continued, his big warm hands sliding up your skin and pausing just as your breasts were revealed. He murmured something inaudible before tightening his grip around your waist and pulling you down on the mattress so his lips were level with your nipples. You moaned quietly, biting your lip as he began to kiss them. Your cunt was throbbing at this point and the muscles in your arms grew tired from being in such an unfamiliar position. You shut your eyes, but all at once the sensation on your breasts was removed as Obi Wan straightened his posture and finished ripping off your shirt. It came over your head quickly and was tossed to the side as if it were nothing.

“Can I have my hands back?” You giggled, breathless as he gazed at you.

He left soft, sweet kisses on the inside of your arms, his eyes twinkling as he had you paralyzed by the Force. “Not yet.” He said, and you didn’t have time to read the expression on your face before his lips were on your breasts again. You pushed your hips up against his chest as he continued, whining as he bit down gently onto your nipples. His lips descended down the center of your stomach, leaving slow, wet kisses on your skin before pausing just above the waistline of your pants. His blue eyes finally blinked up at you, and he was smirking.

Your cunt was throbbing so damn hard you wondered if he could feel it at this point. “Please,” You breathed. “I want to touch you.”

“Not yet,” Obi Wan repeated before curling his fingertips around the hem of the fabric and dragging it down your thighs.

“This...isn’t fair.” You grunted as you tried to pull your wrists from their restraint. It was no use, it felt like your arms were paralyzed in this position. Your pajama pants were now being thrown to the side just as your shirt was, and the general was leaving small pecks up the length of your legs whilst holding strong eye contact.

“Please, general - “ your cunt felt like it was on fire when he lifted his chin to look at you.

“Did you...seriously just call me ‘general’ in this setting?” He paused, chuckling.

“Well, I - “ you were flustered and frustrated at this point. “I don’t know, what should I call you?!” You had snapped. He only grinned with a shrug before he continued, pulling at your skin with his teeth. 

He dug his fingers into your sides, and in between slow kisses, he said, “Doesn’t matter...whatever feels...most...comfortable.”

You thought about it for a moment. Yeah, you supposed referring to him as General Kenobi was a bit strange as he was actively stripping you of your clothing. But it still didn’t feel right calling him Obi Wan, either. You weren’t sure why.

Your wrists were finally released as his lips reached the corner of your inner thigh just below your flaming heat. Your panties still hugged your hips when Kenobi glanced up at you, seeming like he had forgotten to hold your arms in place.

Without giving him any chance of reaction, you slid out from under him and pounced on him like a fucking animal. You giggled and he shared your smile as you sat on him and began to rid him of his robes.

Once they were off and you finally got to shower every possible centimeter of his skin with kisses, but he was quick to flip you back over so you were trapped beneath him again. You struggled to get atop of him with a grunt, but it was useless. He was already pinning your wrists to the sheets again and barricading you with his own weight. 

“Behave.” Again, his voice rumbled right into your ear, hot and thick as he nipped at your earlobe. In response you arched your back into him and whined, digging your fingernails into his back.

“Let me touch you - “ you grunted. “I want to...to make you feel good. I can make you feel so good, Master.” You moaned, letting the words fall from your mouth without even a second thought. In an instant, his fingers were around your chin and you were being forced to look into his pretty eyes.

“What did you call me?” He asked.

You giggled. “You heard me.” 

A minute went by before he moved his hand from your chin downwards, slowly tightening around your neck. “Say it again.” You smiled and tilted your head back, shutting your eyes and moaning the word again.

“Master.”

He let out a sound similar to a growl before he rolled over, positioning yourself on top of his lap. You could feel his large erection beneath you, and it was in the perfect spot as you rolled your hips forward and crouched down, allowing your lips to meet his.

He kissed you aggressively, placed one hand on the back of your head and forced you into him while the other snaked underneath the fabric of your panties, finding your clit almost instantly. You whimpered against his lips and continued to grind against his cock before using your own hands to remove yourself from the barricading fabric. 

You were so desperate to feel him inside of you. He grabbed your chin again and forced your lips to part, staring at you with dark eyes and a wicked grin as he pressed the pad of his thumb to your lower lip. “So desperate for it, aren’t you?” He mumbled. 

You huffed and tossed your underwear to the side before pressing your lips against his ear and murmuring, “Can you feel how wet I am for you, Master?”

He grunted and moved his hands to your hips, forcing them down onto his cock. You rocked them forward, letting the tip slide over your clit and through your slick folds with a moan. Fuck, this felt good. You lapped at his earlobe and giggled before continuing. “Just imagine how good it’ll feel when you put it in, so warm and wet and tight - “

“You’ll want to shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work.” He growled, and a wild grin spread over your face before you positioned him below your entrance. 

You took him in slowly with a long moan and straightened you back, your breasts high and prominent for him to see. “Fuck,” you moaned. Your eyebrows furrowed as he filled you up.

Obi Wan grunted. “Stars, can’t you go any quicker?” He was frustrated as you giggled again.

“I think this feels fucking good.” You moaned again. “Your cock is so - “ you were cut off by his hand on your throat, forcing him down to his own face. He didn’t say anything, just silently forced your lips against his. It made you lose control of your pace, plunging down onto his entire length at once, drawing moans from both of you as you kissed.

“That’s better.” He mumbled against you. “Now do it again.”

You brought your hips up once more and slithered your tongue into his mouth, allowing them to fall back down, your cunt swallowing him whole in one stroke. Just as you started to kiss his neck again, you were flipped onto your back for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Would you just let me - “ The familiar grip on your chin cut you off, and your eyes were forced into his. With his other hand, he brought your knees to your chest and positioned himself at your entrance. He absolutely rammed himself inside of you without any issues, and your eyes widened when you gasped. 

“I thought...I told you...to behave.” Obi Wan grunted in between his thrusts. Your fingers found their grip in the sheets beside you. Your back arched and you moaned while he pumped himself in and out of your wet cunt.

“If this is what I get for misbehaving…” you panted, tears pricking at your eyes from them being shut so tight. “...then I guess I’ll have to do it more often.”

General Kenobi let out a low groan as he continued thrusting into you, remaining his quick, hard rhythm. Your eyes met his as the two of you moaned, and his hand found its way back into the roots of your hair as he muttered, “Say it.”

“Master,” you mewled as he tugged on your hair, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he thrusted into you. “Master, your cock feels so good - “ his thumb was on your lip again when he interrupted you.

“Such filthy words coming from this pretty little face,” he murmured. “You like being dirty, don’t you? You enjoy being choked when you misbehave, hmm?”

You didn’t respond, your eyebrows only curved up when you moaned. His hips rolled forward and his cock was still sliding in and out of your folds. “Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Master.” Your hand released its grip on the sheets and traveled down in between your legs to gently play with your clit, but Obi Wan stopped you, removing your wrist sharply.

“If you want it, beg for it.” He said slowly.

“Fuck,” you gasped. “Please play with it - Master, please just touch my clit and…” you trailed off with whine as you felt his thumb slowly circling around it, agonizingly slow and so, so hot. You whimpered and rolled your head back into the pillow, tangling your hair against the cotton.

“Does that feel good, darling? Tell me how it feels.”

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good,” You panted, your eyes squeezing shut again. “It feels so fucking good, I might...I might cum,” you continued in between whimpers and moans. “Master - please let me cum.”

“Good girl.” He rasped before removing his thumb completely. You let out a sob as he pulled his length out from you, watching as he began to stroke himself when he lowered his head between your legs. “Such a good girl, asking for my permission.” He murmured before sliding his tongue up your heat ever so slowly, stopping at your clit to circle around it.

You whined, bucking your hips against him, grinding on his face as you babbled. “Fuck...this feels so good, your tongue, shit, I want your cock again - “

“You’ll have to wait for it,” he mumbled against you. Whining, you sat up and propped yourself on your elbows as you panted. You were a mess, and you continued to plead with him until he had enough of it and grabbed you by your shoulders. He forced you onto the floor, sitting on your knees as he sat on the mattress in front of you.

“If you won’t shut your mouth, I’ll just have to do it for you.” He muttered before pushing your head down onto his large cock. You let out a satisfied moan and made sure he was staring at you, remaining eye contact. You lifted a hand to stroke the base as your tongue swirled slowly around the tip, bobbing your head back and forth steadily.

Obi Wan moaned and shut his eyes. “Stars.” He murmured.

You released the tip with an audible pop, allowing a string of drool to fall from the edge of your lower lip. “It feels good, doesn’t it Master?” You planted your tongue to the base of his shaft and slooooowly dragged it up prior to rolling it over the tip and taking him into your mouth again. His breath hitched in his throat.

“You’re so filthy, do you know that? You’re so...good at this, you must have...had - practice...Stars, pretty girl...how are you so good at this?” He mumbled, grunting and moaning between the words that spilled from his mouth.

Again, his shaft left your mouth and you spit on your palm before using it to stroke him up and down. You blinked at him all innocent and doe-like. “I like it when you talk to me like that. Will you cum on my face, Master?”

Obi Wan blinked and grunted, thrusting his hips up into your palm. “You’re obscene.”

“But you like it, don’t you?” You planted a kiss on his tip before gliding your hands along his thighs and rising to your feet. You leaned forward and lifted his chin using your index and middle finger, smiling. “You like seeing me like this. You like making me your dirty little slut, don’t you, Master?” You blinked again and smiled sweetly before swinging your leg around his lap, straddling him.

He was absolutely mesmerized. “Don’t give me that look.”

You did it again, smiled softly. “Or what?” You challenged.

Just as your cunt was about to swallow his length again, you were thrown onto your back strongly and the general’s hand was once again tightened around your neck. His lips were on your ear and his fingers were dancing around your clit as he rammed himself inside of you. Your eyes filled with tears when you cried out, savoring the sudden sensations engulfing you. You moaned, feeling your voice vibrate against his hand.

“I like punishing you, you know.” His voice was low, and you moaned as he licked your ear. “You’re such a good girl when you want to be.”

“This isn’t...much of a punishment.” You grunted. He bit down onto your earlobe and you whimpered.

“Oh, we haven’t gotten to that part yet.” He rasped into your ear. His pace quickened and his fingers felt glorious against your clit. Your movements synced with his perfectly. You could feel yourself quickly approaching your climax as he kissed the skin on your neck, hitting all the perfect places when he pumped into you. It was as if he knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it.

You felt yourself caving in and desire dripped from your tongue as you moaned, “I’m gonna cum.” Just as the words fell, everything stopped. Obi Wan’s fingers and his cock left your cunt all at once, and you let out a cry just before his eyes met yours.

“Like I said before,” his lips brushed against your own as he purred into your mouth. “We hadn’t gotten there yet.”

You already had come down almost completely from your previous euphoric state when his fingers glided inside of you. You writhed and moaned under his touch and Stars, this man sure knew who to put his hands to work. When he lowered his lips back down to your clit, you thought you would just about lose your mind. “Fuck.” You moaned. “Please, Master. Let me finish.” You pleaded.

“Quiet.” He muttered before continuing. You obeyed and only continued to moan under his force, biting your lip and rocking your hips against his face as he pleasured you. His free hand slithered up your body and intertwined his fingers with your own as he worked in between your legs. You squeezed his hand so hard that you thought it would just about snap off. Obi Wan finally paused, blinking up at you from in between your legs.

“Are you going to behave now, darling?” He asked, still slowly working his fingers in and out of your cunt as he spoke. You nodded quickly.

“Say it.”

“Y-yes. I’m going to behave, I-I’ll be a good girl for you.” You said then added, “Master.” The general chuckled before instructing you to get on your elbows and knees, to which you obliged and rested your front end onto a cushy pillow. You arched your back, ass raised, and giggled when you received a slap on your ass before Kenobi positioned himself.

He grabbed at and pulled your hair, raising your head so you could see him out of the corner of your eye. He planted a kiss onto your temple before murmuring, 

“Pretty, pretty girl.”

Then, he rammed into you so hard and unexpectedly that you gasp and cry out his name. He clearly doesn’t catch it, and you shut your eyes as a single tear falls, continuing to cry out and whimper beneath him. Fuck, it’s amazing, and it’s everything you had ever fantasized it would be. You swear you see stars as he continues, pumping in and out of you again, again, and again...this position seems so much better than before, you thought. His grip is so tight on your hips that you think it may leave bruises, but hell, you love it. You want him to leave marks on you.

You think of all the times before that were filled with nothing but harmless flirting and charm. Now, everything will be different. You giggled at the thought of changing in the morning and seeing the bruises he left on your skin. You could feel yourself approaching your climax just at the thought of knowing that in this moment, you were his.

You almost didn’t want it to end, but you were so desperate to finish after having it ripped from you at the very edge. You were sweating, panting, and groaning the word “Master,” over and over again. “I’m gonna cum,” you said heavily.

“Go ahead.” Obi Wan seemed to gasp. Another tear fell down your cheek and you cried out louder than ever before as you crashed down onto him, all around him, everywhere. Absolutely fucking everywhere, and if it weren’t for the Jedi’s weight holding you up, you would’ve collapsed down into the mattress already. It hit like a fucking train wreck, and he remained his steady pace as your walls closed in onto his cock. You assumed he could feel your shaking, and when your breath heaved in and out of your lungs as you slumped against the pillow beneath you, you smiled a lazy smile.

The sound of Obi Wan Kenobi grunting and letting out a long, high-pitched moan as he came undone inside of you was just about the sexiest thing in the entire galaxy. He collided into the bed beside you, panting as he stared at the ceiling. You finally allowed your hips to fall and rested on your stomach, you head turned to face him. Beads of sweat rolled across his skin when he looked at you, and your thighs still quivered against the sheets.

He dragged two of his fingers softly underneath your chin. “Beautiful,” was all he could make out as he huffed beside you. You shut your eyes, that lazy smile still plastered to your face.

“Do you...think anybody heard us?” You asked, opening your eyes again. You gazed over his beard and his strong features as he peered at you.

“Oh, without a doubt.” He began to chuckle.

“Whoops.” You giggled. He rolled over and pressed his lips to yours briefly before responding.

“If I’m being honest, I really couldn’t care any less.” His voice was husky when he smiled as you pulled him back down, kissing him again and again until you fell asleep in your blissful state.

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more than a hug. | the batter x reader

Fandom: OFF

Pairing: The Batter x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, cussing

It was no surprise to you that the Elsen were very cuddly creatures. Not only that, but they were very squishy, too. You absolutely loved hugging the cute little guys! Who wouldn’t? They were warm, soft, and sweet.

The first time you had hugged an Elsen was after Dedan had finished yelling at the one. You and your beloved Batter had stepped out of the barn before you found yourself rushing over to the pitiful thing. How could you not? The poor guy looked like he was about to cry.

You were quick to scoop him into your arms. “Hush now. He’s just a mean old man. You did nothing wrong.”

He accepted your hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You hear him sniffle a little bit. “Th-thank you…hhh…you’re too kind.”

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled, hugging him a little tighter. You heard your Puppet awkwardly shuffle around, causing a deep chuckle to emanate from your chest. A few seconds later, you set him down onto the ground. The little Elsen had a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Miss, th-thank you and your…uh…friend here for purifying the barns. Even if it didn’t get noticed by the Inspector, we appreciate it…” he teeters off when he notices Batter glaring at him. You smack the Batter’s shoulder and smile down at the Elsen.

“You’re very welcome! Take care of yourself, alright? I think it’s about time we got a move on.” Batter remains silent as you bid the Elsen goodbye.

“I will! Good luck with…whatever you’re doing!” the Elsen wishes before the Batter grabs your hand and drags you behind him.

“Thank you!” you yell, waving at him before turning back to your Puppet.

“Dude, chill. You can let me go now,” you comment. He reluctantly releases his grip on you.

“What was that about?” he demands, looking anywhere but at you.

“He was about to cry, Batter! He was scared! I couldn’t just leave him like that!” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“He would have gotten over it.”

You sigh. “Sometimes a little kindness goes a long way, Batter.”

…

The second time you were cuddly with an Elsen is when you and Batter got stuck in the shopping mall maze. Batter was getting extremely frustrated and you just wanted to get the hell out of that blue hellhole.

So, when you and Batter found a lone Elsen who had claimed to be lost, you declared it was time to take a break.

“I’m lost,” the Elsen said, “I could make a fire with the boxes...to ward off the ghosts...but...that would be too dangerous.”

You immediately began to answer, but Batter pulled you back outside for a moment.

“Don’t answer him.”

You roll your eyes, growing annoyed. He couldn’t just boss you around like that. “He’s lost, Batter. We need to help him get out of here!”

“He can find his way out by himself.”

“Batter. He’s scared. Can’t we bring him with us? It’s only temporary. I can do all the talking, too!” you push, trying to decipher how he’s feeling. Batter frowns at your words, and not for the first time, you wish you could see his eyes. “He might attract a Spectre.”

And it was then and there you knew there was something else wrong. Throughout all of your travels, Batter had strived to attract Spectres so he could Purify them. Hell, he’d even shouted out to them in the smoke mines! So why was he so worried about attracting them now? Especially since they were much weaker here, too?

“Since when are you worried about attracting Spectres?” you grill, folding your arms and narrowing your eyes.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, clearly caught off guard. Shaking your head, you look back up at him. “Look, what’s up with you, man? This isn’t like you.”

“I don’t want him to come with us,” he answers. You don’t buy it, but at the same time you know he’s not going to crack just yet.

With a sigh, you say: “I don’t think that’s all, but I know you won’t tell me. Can’t he just come with us? Who knows, he might be of help!”

He remains silent for a few more moments, then: “Fine.”

You grin before darting back into the room. The Elsen looks up at you hopefully.

“Come on, we can help you get out,” you coo, smiling.

“Wh-what about the ghosts?” he asks.

“We can protect you from them. Trust me,” you answer before offering your hand to him. He takes it gratefully before you pull him up.

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he replies. You hear the Batter scoff quietly from behind you.

“You’re welcome,” you respond.

“Let’s go,” comes Batter’s voice as he nearly stomps out of the room. You roll your ryes. So much for taking a break.

“Ignore him. He’s always grumpy,” you inform, taking his small hand and pulling him behind you.

…

During your trek through the exasperating maze, you noticed Batter was considerably quieter and tenser. Eventually, you had decided that he would tell you about whatever was bothering whenever it suited him. He seemed to be angry too, if the way he was taking out whatever monstrosity showed itself. It was almost like he didn’t want to listen to you but did anyway. His stubbornness grew to the point where you just allowed him to do whatever he wanted with the battles, so you could comfort the Elsen.

And when, finally, you five reached the Judge, the Elsen quickly thanked you and scampered off while Batter spoke to the Judge. You waved at the unfortunate Elsen before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Is not this publicity so effective and efficient whilst defying the basics of consumer marketing?” the Judge says once he sees you. The two of them are facing some kind of advertisement painted on the wall.

“For silkier hair: the meat fountains of Alma,” Batter reads, clearly unamused.

“Oh, you can read? Anyway, I am glad to have found you. Maybe you can help me unravel the mystery that fate has placed before me,” the Judge comments. He glances up at you and smiles before trotting over to you. You sit down cross-legged against the wall before he crawls onto your lap. Smiling, you pet his soft fur.

“It turns out that my brother has been living in this area for many years. He has a special affinity for colors of the cool kind. Unfortunately, I have so far failed to cross his path. I have tried to betake myself to the roof of the library, where he resides. However, I found the door closed. Even the long hours of intensive, repeated meowing and compulsive scratching did not do a thing.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Judge. Is there anything we can do to help?” you question, scratching him behind his ear. He mewls in response, flipping over onto his back in a silent request for tummy rubs.

“My request is as follows: if at the bend of a corridor you happen to see Valerie, give him my greetings.”

You nod. “Will do.”

“Okay,” The Batter agrees. “Puppeteer, I’m going to go speak to Zacharie for a moment. Do you mind waiting here while I do so?”

You’re mildly surprised, but you agree anyway. “Uh, no, go ahead.”

“Thank you.” He saunters away, trusty bat in hand with Alpha and Omega following him.

You blink. “That was weird.”

“Eccentric of the Batter indeed,” agrees The Judge, “what do you think is amiss?”

“He’s been acting very…out of character lately,” you muse, “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on.” Is he mad at you? Should you be doing something differently? If so, then why isn’t he just talking to you about it? “I wonder if he’s mad at me.”

“I highly doubt that. Your beloved Puppet could never be angry with you for long,” The Judge responds.

You shake your head, causing the Judge to glance up at you. “I don’t know, Judge. If I did something wrong, he just…he needs to speak up. I guess I should ask him about that, huh?”

The Judge nods. “If you truly believe so, then communication is the sole solution.”

“Alright, then,” you sigh, sifting your fingers through his soft fur.

A few minutes later, Batter reappears in the room, the Add Ons at his side. It was then you realized he didn’t buy anything because you were the one holding the credits.

“You good?” you question as the Judge reluctantly slides off of your lap.

“Yes. We should go,” he answers, although you catch a glimpse of his cheeks, which are…wait, is he blushing? You wonder what the odd merchant had said this time around.

Before you left, however, you approached the masked merchant standing idly behind the counter.

“Ah, buenos dias, dearest Puppeteer. How could I be of assistance?”

“Could I see what you have on you?” you ask. He chuckles.

“Of course, belle femme,” he replies, showing you his wares. You’d grown used to the odd nicknames he gave you.

You ended buying a few Fortune Tickets and some meat, placing all purchased items in your inventory before bidding Zacharie goodbye. Before you can move away, however, the merchant catches your hand in his. You freeze, watching as he lifts his mask ever-so-slightly before he brings the back of your hand to his lips.

“It’s always a pleasure to serve this little ragtag team of yours. Sois prudente, jolie fille.” Releasing your hand, he chuckles at your shocked expression, smirking as he glances at your stunned Puppet.

“Th-thank you,” you stutter before Batter places his hand behind your back and pushes you out of the door.

Once you’re outside, you blink a few times before you’re able to speak again. “Dude. What. The. Fuck?”

Batter shakes his head, probably both at your choice of language and recent events. “Language. I don’t know why he’s…” he sighs.

“He’s so weird. Wait…aren’t you fluent in French? What did he say?” you question.

Batter huffs. “The first nickname was ‘beautiful woman’. The second one was ‘Be safe, pretty girl’.”

Your cheeks grow even redder upon hearing the translation. “W-what? Really?”

He nods, remaining silent as the two of you continue to the park.

“Puppeteer…” he starts, voice soft.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking up at him. He avoids your gaze blatantly.

“I…” he trails off before continuing, “I think we should rest in Zone 0 before going to the park.”

You nod, the exhaustion of getting through the maze catching up with you. “Agreed.”

…

Once you two have reached the abandoned Zone, Batter hurriedly guides you past Zacharie, despite his greeting, and ushers to the upper levels.

“Which floor would you like to stay on?” he questions.

“Here’s fine,” you respond, sliding onto the floor. He hesitates before sitting next to you and dropping his bat onto the floor. You lean your head on his shoulder, causing him to tense up a bit before relaxing.

You hear him sigh again. “I’ve upset you, haven’t I?” His voice sounds uncharacteristically sullen for a man as stoic as he usually is.

“Kind of. I just wish you would talk to me. What’s going on with you, Batter? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

He heaves yet another sigh as you straighten your neck and shift. Batter looks up at you while you move. You end up straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. He stiffens at your gentle touches. From this angle, you can finally see his eyes.

You can’t tell exactly what color his eyes are, so you reach up before grasping the brim of his hat. He catches your wrist gently before you can pull it off all the way.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. “I really want to see your eyes.”

His grip on your wrist loosens before he removes it completely. “Go ahead.”

You smile at him in a silent thank-you before you remove it.

His eyes are a pretty shade of amber. They hold a kind of exhaustion that could only be obtained by fighting for something one couldn’t accomplish.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” you comment, smiling, “why didn’t you want me to see them?”

He bites his lip for a moment before looking away. “I am not entirely sure. I guess I just…don’t want you to see my…my real ones.”

“Your real ones?” you question, tilting your head slightly.

“Yes,” he confirms, placing a hand on your cheek. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t, Batter. Will you show me, please?” you ask, enjoying the feeling of his hands.

“Very well,” he says, “will you close your eyes for a moment?”

You obey quietly, pressing a hand against his. His hands are much bigger than yours as well as drier and calloused from using his bat so much.

“You may open your eyes now.”

Upon opening them, you find that his amber orbs have been replaced with four eyes. The irises are a deep shade of burgundy while the rest of the eye is a pretty crimson color.

“Whoa,” you breathe, removing your hand in order to trace the skin around his eyes. Even though it’s definitely unnatural for a human, he still looks handsome. “Those are even cooler!”

“You think so?” he questions, still unsure.

“Yes. I mean…I’ve never met anyone with red eyes before. I…I think they look even better than your other ones,” you confess, smiling shyly at him.

He studies your face for a moment before a teensy little smile lights up his face. “Thank you, Puppeteer. Thank you.”

You chuckle. “That’s what you get for having a pretty face. Now,” you lean back a little. “What’s been going on with you?”

His little blush is back, which almost makes you giggle. “Well…it has to do with what I talked to Zacharie about earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I…whenever I saw you hugging the Elsen or just…being affectionate with someone else, it made me angry. I wasn’t sure what exactly why I was; after all, you were just trying to be comforting. I knew Zacharie would have an answer, and he did. He informed me that…I should tell you. I wasn’t sure how. Eventually, he told me that…I was…jealous.”

You chuckle. “If you wanted a hug you should’ve just asked,” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself to him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you smile as you feel him return it with a relieved smile. He loosely wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You note that he smells like…bubblegum? Not just any bubblegum, but the kind that’s sort of stringy? Like the baseball gum. You chuckle, inhaling his scent.

Suddenly, he slides his hands up to your neck and he gently pushes you back a little bit, rubbing the tips of his thumbs over your jawline. You move your hands to his chest, right over his heart. It steadily beat beneath your fingertips. After that, your gaze sinks down to see his lips: they’re dry and chapped, but still so, so kissable.

The Batter releases a grunt before he pulls you forward, and your lips collide. He’s gentle and slow at first, testing the waters. When the two of you break apart for a moment, you go in for another one again; this time around, it gets a little more heated.

His hands slide back down to your waist, where he pulls your torso to his. You find your hands tangled in his ivory white hair. You feel him running his hands along your curves, to the small of your back, then retreating to your waist again.

You’re pulled back by the need for air. As you gaze into his red eyes, you recollect just why you love this man. He had protected you, tried to help you when no one else would. Even when he did get a little snappy, it was because he wasn’t exactly sure what to make of both the situation and his own feelings. It was there when you were looking at him, you realized he felt the same way.

He breathes your name, brushing a hand against your cheek again. You can tell he’s at a lost for words.

“I had a feeling you wanted more than a hug.”

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Princess

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Based on a request. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your pussy is sore so Curtis uses your mouth.

Warnings - explicit sexual content (m/f) , age gap (reader is in her early twenties, Curtis is 34), innocent/naive reader, dub con, oral (m receiving), soft dark!Curtis, au, porn without plot.

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 2k

You were jerked away when you heard the knob to your room on the snowpiercer rattling, and then being closed as his footsteps followed.

You didn't remember a lot before the train, you were just a kid when the old world came to an end. 

You saw glimpses of grass and sunlight in your dreams, you weren't sure if they were dreams or just fragments of your imagination. 

But even in your wildest dreams, you didn't imagine a bed this soft and a room this big. Big enough to fit the bed and two dressers and a large mirror. It was decadent and all you could wish for and more. 

So it should make you happy to be here. In a comfortable bed like a princess. Shouldn't it? 

It didn't. You wanted to enjoy this time while it lasted, but your gut told you that you were temporary. Just here to warm the leaders bed. 

"Curtis…" your face heating up as he studied you, his powder blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, getting rid of his coat and cap. Goosbumps erupted all over your body as you held your soft comforter upto your chest,to give you some sense of modesty and dignity even if Curtis had taken it all from you and made you a woman just weeks ago. 

You used fantasy to escape your grim reality quite often. It's easier to dream of a Prince Charming riding on a white horse to save you then to accept reality for what it is that you would've been stuck working in the greenhouse for the rest of your life… all alone. 

"How many times do I have to tell you?" he hissed, tearing the comforter away from you, holding onto your wrists to reveal your beautiful breasts to him. "You're mine now. You can't hide from me."

"I'm sorry…" you hung your head in shame, and so you wouldn't be caught peeking a glance at Curtis pulling his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt. 

He was… beautiful. You never knew anyone could be so handsome. His shoulders wide, a light scattering of hair all over his torso, multiple scars on his body. But they only, strangely, made him more appealing to you. 

He climbed on top of the mattress, nudging your knees apart and situating himself between them. He growled as he looked at your bare sex, using two of his fingers to part your lips as you hissed in pain. 

"It's… I'm… sore," you explained when he looked up at you. 

He nodded back to you, pushing barely an inch of his forefinger inside you, he didn't want to hurt you. Your pussy was clearly swollen and overworked. If he gave into his urges he would be sure to cause you pain, and even worse, lose what little trust you have in him. 

He had suffered enough to last him seven lifetimes. He already knew he was going to hell for all that he had done. It wasn't like he could doom himself anymore by forcing you to be with him. And he deserved you. After all that he had gone through. You were his light at the end of one long and shitty tunnel. 

He pulled his hand away when he looked at your face, pinched in pain. Instead settling on fondling your breast as he thought about how to take care of his erection. 

He had taken your body four times the previous night, which was why you slept the day away. How he managed to go out and get stuff done, and be the leader was beyond you. 

"You like what you see, princess?" He taunted you when he caught you staring at his hard cock. 

The little pet name was initially what he used to mock you and how shy and delicate and innocent you were, but now he had come to cherish you. He wanted to protect you as if you were his sweet little scared princess and he was your brave knight. 

You immediately averted your eyes and started sputtering nonsense, your brain froze and you literally didn't know how to answer him. And Curtis had made it very clear that when he asked you a question you were to give him a proper, clear and honest answer. Or face grave consequences. 

"Um, yes?" Which was the truth. You had seen a few male genitals in your life, they were all… not very appealing. But it was different with Curtis. His was beautiful and intimidating at the same time. 

"Then how about," putting his leg over yours, he crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling before you with his hard, pulsating length was right in front of your face. "You make me happy."

"Oh…" you simply stared. Your friend had told you that you were 'one lucky bitch' to have a man like Curtis who spends hours pleasuring you with his mouth, his fingers, and his manhood, but never forced you to return the favor. You didn't even know how you would go about doing that. 

You had explored your own body before. Partly because of your curiosity and partly for some relief. But Curtis touched you in a way no one else could, he made you climax harder than you ever had before, you were pretty sure you passed out once from the sheer intensity of it. 

But… how does one go about doing the same with a man's special place? 

"Hm," you looked at his slit, it looked somewhat similar to your bud, you held onto his length, putting your thumb over his tip where the pearly liquid oozed out of--with which he often loved painting your whole body with, or pump you full of it and just watch it seep out of you. 

You realised how bold you were, that you should seek his permission before touching him there, you looked up to see him pleased with your actions so you decided to keep going.

You lightly pressed your thumb on his slit, making him hiss, you whipped your head up and pulled your hand away. 

"Sorry…" you sniffed, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes teared up, "I've never.. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry…" you sobbed. 

"Stop," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You really were such a scared little lamb. Years of pent up frustration, where he had to make do with just his hand, didn't help making you feel safe with him either. But what the hell was he supposed to do when he had such a beautiful woman next to him as he slept? 

"Just listen to me. Can you do that?" he asked, cupping your jaw as you meekly nodded. "Open your mouth as wide as you can," he told you, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. 

Oh. It made sense. He puts his mouth on you so you should be able to do so on him as well. You opened your mouth with an 'ah', panicking just a bit when he put his hand around your throat, but he hushed you and asked you to relax. Since your body, mind and soul really did belong to him now, you immediately calmed down, knowing that he won't hurt you. Not too much anyway. 

He pushed his length in your mouth. The taste wasn't at all what you expected. Not that you were sure what it would be like anyway. It tasted creamy and salty at the same time. You coughed and sputtered around him, your spit trailing down your chin. You thought that the mess would make him angry but then you recalled how much he enjoys the mess he makes of you. 

He stopped when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat on his palm, "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your need. "Look up here," he ordered as you looked at him through your big doe eyes, "Keep looking at me okay?"

You didn't know if you were expected to give a verbal answer, because you couldn't… Not with a mouthful of Curtis. So you nodded the best you could. 

"Hands on your thighs," he said as you put your hands on your bare thighs with the palms up. "Right now just sit there… just like that," he rasped as he pulled his hips back before bucking them forward, "And look pretty. Fuck… that mouth of yours… and it's all mine to do whatever I want with…"

He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You did as you were told, sitting and taking his assault on your mouth and throat. His ejaculate, your tears and your saliva drooling all over your lap. He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs. 

You could feel slick running down the side of your leg, not wanting to ruin the pristine white sheets and to create some much needed friction you closed your legs together. 

He stopped his hips, the tip of his cock still in your mouth as he saw you squirming. "Touch yourself." He said. 

Your eyes widened as you realised what he meant. You couldn't risk pulling him out of your mouth to protest. You were too embarrassed to do that in front of him as well. 

"That's an order," he growled as he fucked in to your warm mouth, making you choke around him, pushing him closer to his release. 

A shaky hand made its way to your core, past your pubic hair and between your thighs. You tried to emulate how Curtis touched you. 

First he touched your thighs and kissed them all over. Then your ass and then he'd tease around your lips, torturing you for what would feel like forever before touching you where you most needed him. 

You gathered your intimate juices, spreading them around your vulva before rolling your pearl between your fingers, moaning around his length. 

"That's it, princess… come on, come with me," he groaned, slowly fucking into your mouth, holding off his release so he could watch you fall apart as he came in your mouth, one hand tangled up in your hair and another pinching and twisting your nipples. 

Soon you were whimpering, you tried to tell him that you were close. Thankfully he seemed to understand as he picked up the pace. Fucking into your mouth till you could feel streaks of his release on the back of your throat. 

You held onto his thigh so you could sit upright as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails digging into his skin as you screamed around his length. 

"Swallow it all," he commanded as you gulped down all that you could. 

You took in some much needed oxygen as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, your chest heaving as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his body.

He thought you'd want to sleep after. Since you were so swollen and tired. He'd have to take it easy on you from now on. Maybe use your mouth every now and then to give your pussy a rest. 

But then… 

Were you grinding against his cock? 

He propped your chin up so he could look at your face, the most innocent look on it. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um… are you done?" you asked, tracing a scar on his chest. 

"You want something, princess?" he asked, pinching your buttock as you yelped. 

"I was thinking… we could make love? It doesn't feel right not to. You know?"

"Right, of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely." He smirked as he climbed on top of you. 

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Perfect

Doctor x Reader (Platonic!Jack x Reader)

Prompt: When on an adventure with the Doctor and Jack the reader is attacked by an alien called a Psyfon, a race with psychic abilities who feed off of emotions. The reader gets stuck in their perfect dream realm and the Doctor has to save them before they die in there.

Warnings: Dead family members.

A/N: Pretty much any Doctor can be used, but I mostly thought of 10 and 11 while writing it. The aliens were inspired by the Djinn from Supernatural. I was also inspired by Doctor Who: The Infinite Quest a little bit so if you’re a fan of the main series you should totally check that out. Also please let me know if I made an error in pronouns. I tried to make the reader gender neutral so everyone could relate. 

You had been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and had run into Jack not long after you met him. When you first met Jack, an old friend of the Doctor’s, you didn’t believe him when he said he had known the Doctor for over a century. Judging by his earthly appearance and his age there was no way this could be true, but after watching him die you quickly learned of his immortality. 

You met the Doctor when he saved you from the Cybermen. Sadly he couldn’t save your family from such a terrible fate, but he got you out just in time. Ever since then they had been your biggest fear. Jack and the Doctor had lived for so long they both knew what it was like to lose the people they cared for most...nobody knew better than the Doctor. They helped you get through the pain that came after such a big loss. The Doctor would often hear crying coming from your room during your early nights on the TARDIS when he sat up late in the console room and he would be at your side in seconds to comfort you. He was always there for you no matter what. You wouldn’t have gotten to this point without him. By now the nightmares had gone away, mostly, and the scars had stopped bleeding, but they were still there. They would always be there. This history was a part of you forever, your history, and you were just lucky enough to have the Doctor in it. If you’re being completely honest with yourself you had grown a little bit of a crush on the Doctor. I mean who wouldn’t? He’s the Doctor. You loved him, but you would never tell him. You were happy living with his ignorance. Life was better in the bliss of your friendship. 

It had been just a normal adventure with your two best friends, Jack and the Doctor, but then again nothing was ever really normal with them. You were separated from your boys as your ran down a long dark corridor. Your shoes slapped against the cold, hard pavement as you rounded the corner. When you looked behind you there seemed to be nothing chasing you anymore. You stopped to catch your breath. 

The three of you had been investigating a series of psychic attacks that were leaving people brain dead and full of a strange blue goo. You weren’t sure what kind of alien could do such a thing, but you knew you had to find out. 

“(Y/N)?!” I hear Jack yell in a hushed tone. His voice echos throughout the empty building. You turn to look for him when you start to hear ringing in your ears and a giant pounding in your head. You feel your eyes close as your body hits the ground. 

THIRD PERSON POV

Jack stood next to (Y/N)’s body with his gun aimed at the monster while the Doctor crouched down to check their pulse. 

“You better hope they’re still alive!” Jack said as he shoved his big gun in the monster’s face. Usually the Doctor would object to pointing guns at people, but he was so worried about (Y/N) he didn’t have time to care about Jack’s manners. 

“What did you do to them?!” The Doctor asks standing up to look at the alien. They were from a species called Psyfons, a group of aliens who feed off the emotions of other people. 

“Don’t worry, they’re only sleeping,” the alien slurred. 

“For now,” they added. Jack hit the alien with the butt of his gun and knocked them out. The Doctor gave him a disapproving look.

“You should be happy. Knocking them out was the least I could do” Jack joked. The Doctor rolled his eyes and dropped down to (Y/N)‘s body again. Jack joined him this time. They were sweating. He placed his hand over their forehead.

“They’re burning up” Jack stated the obvious. 

“Yes, I know I-I I have to do-do this thing-“ The Doctor starts stuttering. 

“Then do it!” Jack cuts him. 

“But I can’t! I swore I’d never do it again! Not since-“ He started to get a little choked up.

“Since what?!” Jack questioned. 

“Not since Donna” The Doctor finished sadly. Jack put a hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. 

“It’s the only way to save them” Jack told him.

“It was the only way to save her too” The Doctor says sadly.

“Maybe it’ll be different this time” Jack suggests.

“We don’t know that” The Doctor says coldly as he puts his hands to (Y/N)’s head and enter’s their mind. 

(Y/N)’S POV

You wake up laying in the grass in front of your old house. You hear the sound of birds and the sun is just a little too bright for comfort, but it’s home. You take a deep breath of the fresh air. You smile, but you’re confused. You look over to see the Doctor standing in the TARDIS door. Jack is nowhere to be seen. 

“Where’s Jack?” You ask. 

“Oh, popped off to see his friends at Torchwood, I suppose” The Doctor tells you. You nod as you look back to your house. 

“And we’re home because...” You wonder.

“The Psyfon knocked you out. I figured this would be a nice, safe place to rest for a while” He reminds you. 

“And I couldn’t just rest in the TARDIS?” You ask.

“I thought this would be a nice surprise” He says. 

“What year is it?” You ask. You doubt he would be able to bring you to a time period where your family is alive, but it never hurts to ask. 

“2021” He answers.

“So they’re not here” you say sadly.

“Who’s not here?” He asks.

“My family” You say becoming more sad, but more confused by the second. How could he just forget like that? You know he’s lived for a long time, but surely he wouldn’t forget something this important to you. Would he? He gives you a confused look.

“Doctor, my family is d-“ You’re cut off by the sound of a door opening. 

“You didn’t tell us you were coming!” You hear a voice say. You stop dead in your tracks and you go white. It can’t be. 

“Mom?” You say as you turn around to see her. You run to her and engulf her in a giant hug. 

“Woah, what’s that for?” Your mother asks delighted, as you practically knock her down. 

“I just missed you. That’s all” You say as you try to hold back your tears. 

“Where is everybody?” You ask, as it suddenly dawns on you that your family is alive. 

“Your father went to go pick up your brother and sister from school” She informs you. The Doctor comes up behind you and takes your hand. He squeezes it, giving you a big smile. He is an impossible man, but you never knew he could do something like this for you. 

“Why don’t you two come in? It’s almost time for tea” Your mother invites you in. You gladly accept, of course. You watch your mother go into the kitchen as you pull the Doctor aside into the living room and hug him tightly. 

“Thank you” You tell him. That’s when you start to let go of a few tears. 

“I figured it was time to go home” He says happily. The hug lingers a little longer than usual. He just holds you. Then he places a quick kiss to your cheek, just missing your lips. Your face goes red. This is completely out of character for your relationship with the Doctor. Sure you had always wanted to be something more, but he didn’t need to know that. You didn’t want your relationship with him to change. You figure it’s best to just dance around the subject. You pull away and clear your throat. 

“So, um...how did you do it?” You ask.

“Do what?” He asks looking lovingly into your eyes. 

“Bring my family back?” You ask with a slight chuckle.

“I didn’t” He says simply. That’s when your head begins to ring again. 

“Let me in, (Y/N). That’s it.” You hear the Doctor’s voice, but his lips aren’t moving. Suddenly there is a light and the Doctor shifts uncomfortably. He cracks his neck and stretches out his arms. 

“Good thing there was a body here for me to jump into or else that could have been disastrous” He comments. You give him a confused look. 

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry (Y/N), but none of this is real” He says plainly. 

“What?” You ask. This all certainly looks and feels real. The sound of a kettle whistle comes from the kitchen. The Doctor sniffs the air. 

“Is that tea?” He asks. 

“Tea’s ready!” Your mom calls from the kitchen. 

“Doctor, you need to tell me what’s going on right now” You demand. He looks into the kitchen and makes a face.

“The Psyfon. It put you in a dream state so it could feed off your energy and emotions. You’re dying in the real world. Turning to goo” He held out the last word as he made a face of disgust and interest. He gave you a sad look as he started to put the pieces together, of where you were and who you were with. You started to feel your legs give out from underneath you. The Doctor guided you to a chair. 

“I want to stay” You say numbly. 

“(Y/N), none of this is real” He starts.

“I don’t care. I want to stay” You repeat. 

“You’ll die in here” He begins. 

“Time works differently in dreams. I could easily spend my whole life here-“ You try to rationalize it.

“You’ll never see me again” The Doctor tries. 

“There’s a version of you here-“ You try, but are cut off again. He crouches down to your level and takes hold of your hands. 

“(Y/N), none of this is real. It will never be real. Your pain balances out your beauty. There wouldn’t be one without the other and that’s what makes you human and you are SO human. This is all in your head. You will be alone in here forever. Please just come home with me. There are people there who will miss you. Come back with me, back to the TARDIS, please!” He results to begging as a last ditch effort. 

“How can I go back when everything is so perfect here? I’m perfect here. I’m not a mess. I can just be me” You start to cry. 

“You’re always perfect to me and that little bit of mess makes you human. It doesn’t lessen your beauty or your creativity or your kindness. It just adds to who you are as a person” He says, wiping away a tear.

“Please. Come home with me” He begs. You nod in response as he gives your hands a squeeze. He gives you a sad smile. You stand together and you hear the doorbell ring. 

“That must be your father. He forgot his keys again” Your mother laughs as she walks to the door. The door opens and the Doctor pushes himself in front of your as three Cybermen crash through the door. 

“DELETE” One yells, as it kills your mother. 

“NO” You scream, as the Doctor tries to keep you from running towards her.

“She isn’t real! Come on!” He yells over the sound of pounding Cybermen feet as he pulls you out the back way to the garden.

“Where’s the TARDIS?” He asks. 

“It’s on the other side of the house!” You say as you pull him around the building. You lay your eyes on the beautiful blue box as the Doctor shoves his key inside. 

“YOU WILL BE UPGRADED” The Cybermen shout. Once unlocked, you push your way through the doors to find a hollow Police Box. 

“Why is this happening?!” You cry. The Doctor places his hands on your shoulders. 

“The dream is turning into a nightmare to try to keep you here. (Y/N), come on. You have to think. What’s keeping you here?” He asks.

“My family is dead!” You cry.

“Yes, something else” He tries to think. You look at his thinking face. His beautiful thinking face and it strikes you. 

“I’m in love with you” You blurt out.

“What?!” He looks back at you with a confused look. 

“The version of you here. I think he felt the same way” You give him an embarrassed look. He lets go of a big breath. 

“Well...” He starts as he tilts his head. 

“I suppose if admitting the way I feel gets us out of here then the real me doesn’t feel very different” He finishes quickly. 

“Wait, what?!” You respond. He gives you his classic Doctor smile before the Cybermen fade. Everything fades. The world goes black. 

You wake up crying with a pounding headache in your bed in the TARDIS. The Doctor rushes in just like old times. 

“It’s okay. I’m here” The Doctor tells you as he sits on your bed and wraps his arms around you. 

“I just had the most insane dream” You start to tell him. 

“Well...” His voice fades. 

“Doctor, was that real?” You ask him. He pulls back to look at you. 

“In a sense, yes” He goes on to explain the effects the Psyfon had on you and how he went into your mind to save you. He explains how you were unconscious when you came out of the dream state and that he brought you back to your room on the TARDIS to rest.

“Where’s Jack?” You ask.

“He’s bringing the Psyfon to the Shadow Proclamation for me where they will be tried for their psychological attacks. They won’t hurt anyone anymore” He promises. After you’ve calmed down somewhat he gets up to leave the room. 

“You should get some rest” He says opening the door. 

“Wait! Doctor, do you think maybe you could stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” You ask. 

“Of course” He responds as he awkwardly climbs into your bed and wraps his arms around you. You almost forget about your confessions until he kisses you on the cheek. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N)” He says sweetly.

“Goodnight, Doctor” You say as you drift off to sleep to the sound of his dual heartbeats. 

[hotwings0203]

Gilded Cage

A/N: It’s embarrassing how long this took but oh well, happy new year to everyone and I hope you enjoy scummy yandere hawks!

Warnings: dubcon, kidnapping, abuse, toxic relationships, degradation, yandere themes

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At first she welcomed the bright flashing lights like a breath of fresh air, but in due time it made her throat close up like the rest of the situation.

He had agreed to let her out if she behaved, and that meant no biting, scratching, screaming, flinching, temper tantrums, and worst of all, no silent treatment.

And she would take it like a champ if it meant seeing any other person in 6 months.

He had kept her here like a flightless bird in this cage of theirs, and oh how ironic it was that she was succumbed to be the prey of this ruthless hawk, with him able to soar amongst the people and buildings while Y/n stayed perched in the house, her ever-growing wings mentally becoming too much for her to control and stay silent about.

She needed space, she wanted to leave, but she didn’t dare voicing any of her wants, especially when Keigo made it so clear how her meager wants were of no match for his needs.

And his needs, as he’s made so clear thus far, include her being a pliant, quiet, yet loving little birdie who cooks, cleans, and lays with him day and night without complaint.

God forbid she speaks up about her...living conditions, as he liked to so generously supply to her the first and last time she ever had this conversation with him. She tried telling him how she originally had loved their relationship of a couple of months, and sure it might have been weird for him to push her into moving in with him only after 3 months, but it was because of how much he loved her or so he said at least, when he bashed her head repeatedly on the ground when she told him it “wasn’t normal to rush into things so fast”.

Sure, he had a big spacious penthouse lent to him by the Hero Commission so being physically cramped was never a problem, and yes okay he showered her with gifts and little trinkets, just like birds did with their mates even more so after a big fight that usually left her black and blue, with swollen lips, ripped up knees and big red welts on her wrists while the hero himself was left with not even a feather out of place.

But there were days where their movie nights and cuddling sessions didn’t cut it for her anymore. There were nights when she couldn’t take his suffocating arms around her a second longer, only to be replaced by an even heavier and darker presence when she tried turning on her side away from him.

Sometimes it would be a chain reaction caused by the smallest of catalysts, however. It would be on a day where he left the restraints on a little too tightly, and Y/n was forced to use toothpaste on her wrists instead of the salve Keigo always kept in the medicine closet. Other times it would happen when he would keep feeling up her sides and pressing into her after a long day of her cooking in hopes that the plentiful food would be enough to keep him occupied away from her, even if it was for an hour or two.

It never was, though. He always wanted her, whether it was her scent, her presence, or her clothes that he kept in his pockets on his missions.

On those days, the days where she felt too much Keigo, too many feathers and too much Hawks was when she snapped.

Down would go the plates, the expensive wine glasses, the vases filled with flowers sent by hundreds of fangirls who knew nothing about the monster that he actually was. She’d tear out her mussed hair, red-faced with tears that ruined her makeup the makeup that she liked to wear on these types of days just to piss him off, knowing that he thought “excess makeup is for whores and catfishes. I already know you’re a whore, well, my whore, but you’re not even good enough at applying makeup to be deemed a catfish so don’t even try it hummingbird” while screaming in his face to let go, for the love of god Hawks PLEASE let me go I want to go home I don’t want this anymore I don’t want YOU anymore this isn’t working out I don’t love you-

And crack would be the sound of his palm across her face, knocking her to the floor. On these types of days he wouldn’t even think she deserved a change in facial expression, staring down at her pathetic trembling body while his lips were set in a subtle casual smile, his hands stuffed in his pockets as if he never raised an arm a second ago, and his eyes remained golden and neutral, the only indication of him processing her tantrum was the black glint in his pupils that dilated every time she gasped and sobbed on the floor.

To ensure that his precious, oh-so fragile lovebird wouldn’t hurt herself any further with her stupidity, he’d crouch down inches away from her face and cock his head slightly as a real bird would do. He’d reach out and lift her chin to face him while his other hand would snake up her thigh to try and console her which only succeeded in making her shake and breath unevenly.

Leaning forward to ghost his lips over the shell of her ear, he’d relish in the way her mouth would part in terror as he would lovingly whisper every threat of what he’d do to her the next time she wanted to be like a brat, because god help her if she thought he couldn’t tame a brat after dealing with a lifetime of villains.

It was almost laughable, how easy she was to silence. He didn’t even need to use feathers to pull her to her feet when he would tell her to go to the bed and get on all fours like the bitch she was.

She had to earn her way back into being his good, obedient little dove, on days like these.

But after these days would pass and she would indeed realign with his expectations, he would reward her greatly.

Never like this, though.

Y/n is brought to the present again as another flash of light from the paparazzi snaps her out of her daze. As the spots begin to fade from her vision, she sees Keigo in front of her adorning his trademark “for the fans-only” grin, although Y/n would call it a sleazy smile, the same smile he would give her before he signaled his feathers to cut deep into her feet so she’d stop kicking at him as he dragged her on the floor and feels him squeeze her hand a little too tightly to be dubbed as endearing.

“Stop zoning out on me, you look like a ditz”, he hisses through his teeth, his grin now resembling more of a bared-teeth look.

She tries to try to fix her face and pull the corners of her mouth up, attempting to also brighten her eyes and looking interested at the blond interviewer who was now conversing with Hawks about his recent team-up with Endeavor. It takes every ounce of self-restraint to not shove past the phony smiles and flashy attire enveloping her and waltz down the red carpet to the doors of the gala. She thinks if she hears him utter another word about how he’s so incredibly blessed to have the love and support of my fans, family, and most importantly, my girlfriend who has stuck by my side through thick and thin, she’ll puke on the bedazzled yellow dress the interviewer has on.

As if. He’d probably whisk her off to the nearest bathroom and pummel her on the floor right then and there just for being distracted, but not before fucking her as well.

She feels Hawks nudge her side, and on cue she darts her head up and really plasters on a blinding smile as she focuses on the question that was just asked to her.

“Sorry, what was that? I think I got distracted by your outfit, you look lovely tonight, an absolute catch.” She winks for good measure, just to salvage the damage of ignoring the conversation and Keigo’s tight-lipped smile, which was beginning to soften.

Bingo.

“Oh you’re so sweet! I can see why Mr. Number Two here swooped in to take such a cutie like yourself.” The interviewer giggled, twirling a golden lock around her finger. “But no worries, I was just saying you should come make a public appearance more often! I mean, the media barely gets to see you with Hawks intimately, it would be a great excuse to get all glammed-up as well...I mean, if Hawks here hasn’t got his talons sunk too deep into you.” She laughs shrilly and doesn’t notice how both Y/n and Keigo tense up at her insinuation.

Yeah lady, you’re not too far from the truth. The last time I tried to look nice and go outside, I was bedridden for a week and a half while nursing frozen peas over 7 different parts of my body, inside and out.

But if Keigo can bullshit more than he can tell the truth, then so could she.

She laughs warmly and places her hand on his shoulder lightly, just to sell the “supportive girlfriend” look.

“Well, I really would love to come out and show my support for him more often, but we’ve both agreed that with all the publicity anyways, it’s just too much pressure for me to deal with. I’d rather just stick with what I know and keep it hush between him and I.” She turns her gaze to Keigo now, superficially giving him a puppy-in-love look but discreetly seeking his approval if what she said was the correct thing or not.

He merely gave her an amused smile, as if to say damn, wasn’t expecting that answer but I guess it’s fine. Yeah. Two can play at that game.

Pleased with her answer, the blond bimbo turns on her heel and sashays away, leaving the couple by themselves.

Keigo gives Y/n a side eye and cautiously holds out his elbow for her to take. A peace offering for the meantime, just to reward her for the quick save.

Don’t fuck this up for me, or you’ll regret it tenfold when we get back home.

“Shall we?” He waits for her to oblige, and of course she does.

Arm-in arm, they gracefully walk down the red carpet towards the gold plated doors. Upon entering, Y/n’s breath is taken away at the grand hall, with red banners hanging from the balconies that had navy blue and gold words of praise for the heroes engraved in the silk. Hundreds of pro heroes filled the room, much more than what she was used to from only interacting with her captor for months.

Guiding her over to the long granite bar, Keigo squeezes her arm before lightly dropping it. Before she can move, he stands directly in front of her and his vermillion wings unfurl and slightly surround the two of them, creating their own little space. To others, it might’ve just looked like two lovers embracing each other and having their own little moment. Y/N knew better, however, and suspected he had ulterior motives.

She was right.

“I’m gonna leave you here for a few minutes, ‘kay? I don’t want you moving from here,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and she had to suppress a shudder at his unwanted proximity. “The feather stays on, and I better not see or hear anything funny while I’m away.”

She nodded and touched her necklace that was indeed laced with one of his feathers, remembering the deal he made when he agreed to let you out for the day.

Ah yes, the dreaded feather.

When she had approached him on shaking legs two days prior, Hawks was brushing his hair in the bathroom, keen on meticulously keeping it styled and ruffed up in the morning. It was one of the things that Y/N would begrudgingly say was one of his finest features, along with his natural eyeliner-shaped markings and rugged yet handsome facial features.

On good days, she liked to lightly trace her fingers and across his sharp jawline and feel the stubble growing on his blushed face. She’d try to stop immediately however, when he’d open his eyes and catch her hand, moving it across his body much to her chagrin and down to his-

She had stood outside the door, fumbling with the hem of her thin nightie and desperately trying to pull the short material past her bare thighs as she mustered up the courage to bring up her proposition.

Keigo slowly ceased his brushing when he saw the meek little thing quivering outside his door, and he quirked up an amused eyebrow. He braced both arms on either side of the sink, and let out a light exhale, before addressing her.

“Something wrong hummingbird?”

She dragged her eyes from the floor up to his dilated golden irises, and blurted out what she had been rehearsing in her head for the past couple of days:

“DoyouthinkIcouldcomewithyoutothegala?”

“Huh?” he snickered, thoroughly bewildered by what incomprehensible nonsense she had stuttered out.

Y/N bit her lip and took in a shaky breath, strike one, she fumbled her first try.

“Haw- uh, Keigo,” she corrected quickly. He preferred her using his first name, his real name. He claimed it made things more intimate between them as if carving his name on her back hadn't been enough to seal their “intimacy’-she didn’t need to be told twice what to call him by after that day “I was wondering...if I’m good and I don’t give you a hard time, can I come with you to the hero's gala?”

Keigo’s brow furrowed slightly, and he cocked his head to the side like a real bird. He seemed to be contemplating it.

“Alright,” he conceded after a couple seconds. “If, and I mean if you listen to me and don’t try any funny business while we’re there I’ll let you tag along.”

Y/N darted her eyes up to him, hope swimming in her heart.

“But you have to wear the feather.”

She immediately blanched.

A major inconvenience that she had come to terms with in the duration of her stay with him had been his stupid fucking feathers that layed oh-so-casually around the floor where she walked and coincidentally clinging to her clothes wherever she went out of Keigo’s eyesight, even though she was trapped on the same floor with him.

They had special properties; they could detect any movement, sense any vibration whenever he called for it. This made for a perfect tracker for Y/N in terms of whenever he wanted an update on her heartbeat, her mood, her whereabouts, and anything in between.

Yes, it was suffocating. But she would much rather it only be a suffocating feeling rather than him actually directing hundreds of feathers to surround her and hold her down on the bed or floor to do whatever he wanted with her in any position he pleased.

She didn’t dare complain to his face, however. She’d grit her teeth, grin and bear it, listen to every whim he demanded of her if it meant one night of superficial normalcy.

And so she put on her best behavior on the days leading up to the main event. She made dozens of dishes that circulated around chicken (his favorite binge food), she let them have “cuddle time”, with no complaints whatsoever when he insisted on bathing her and dressing her up in stupid pink frilly skirts, and she even gave him little subtle looks with a batting of her eyelashes when he looked down fondly at her good mannerisms and praised her for being such a sweet little birdie.

Eventually, her acting paid off and on the morning of the gala she was merited with a silk red dress that stopped at her upper thigh, ornamented with gold earrings and a 12K necklace to really sell off the look-which was of course wrapped around one of his feathers. Hawks had even hired a makeup artist who was instructed to not ask or say anything to Y/N save for questions about the products, much to her pleasant surprise.

She was still reminded of how much she had to grovel for him every time he rewarded her that afternoon.

“You look stunning, chickadee,” Keigo leaned against the dresser with his arms crossed, and smiled warmly at Y/N. “You’re making her look like a real model, maybe she should take over my job instead. Or, actually, maybe you could stop by my agency and make me all pretty for my next photoshoot.” He directed this last tease at the makeup artist and winked, causing the oblivious employee to giggle and blush.

Ugh, barf. He’s even a sleaze when I’m right here.

Y/N feigned a roll of her eyes, which didn’t go unnoticed by the hero. She could feel his dilated eyes boring into her the rest of the 15 minutes of touch-ups. Eventually everything was done, and Hawks left praise after shameless praise fall from his lips and onto the poor fangirl’s heart as he guided her out the door, a hand on her lower back as he did so.

She took the opportunity to get up and walk to the full-length mirror, admiring how she looked for the first time in ages. Gone were the multi-colored marks that decorated her body as if she were nothing more than a mere canvas for her painter to use. Her eyes seemed a little brighter too, and it wasn’t just the makeup that caused it. She stood a little straighter and squared her shoulders, her chin tilted up more than before while she stared at her reflection. She didn’t recognize the woman in the mirror, and she liked it for once.

It was ridiculous, she knew it was to feel so vain but she couldn’t help but bask in her potential freedom for just one night. She looked gorgeous, she felt confident, and she had earned it all on her own.

Cocking her head to the side, she tried to practice a couple smiles to be camera-ready for when the time came. She turned the corners of her lips up, then showed her teeth, and even tried fluffing her hair up sensually. Biting her lip slightly, she threw her head back, causing her curled locks to bounce and lowered her eyelids to look sexy. She giggled at her own stupidity and poses, completely unaware that a certain winged-man had entered the room and leaned against the door for the past couple of minutes, simply watching the little show she put on.

“That's quite a look you’ve got there hun, why don’t you make those faces more often with me?”

She immediately froze, her breath hitching. She didn’t dare look at him in the eye from the mirror.

“I mean, I’m the only one who should be seeing such a slutty expression anyways, right?” He said ever-so casually, hands in his pockets as he slowly strolled up behind her, and she couldn’t help but think as her eyes darted up to meet him in the mirror that the sadistic shit-eating grin on his face didn’t suit so well with his god-like features.

She visibly wilted, her shoulders hunched and head down in contrast to the tall, powerful woman she had felt like mere seconds ago. Her breath quickened as he leaned over her shoulder, grazing his teeth over the sensitive part under her ear, and she bit her lip harshly to stop the squeak that threatened to escape her trembling lips.

“If I had known that a pretty dress and some makeup would make you act like a wanton little whore, I would’ve done this wayyy sooner. I guess you really are just another dumb bimbo bitch who does anything she’s told if she gets to feel important for a night.” He whispered in her ear, resting his head on her shoulder and looking up at her with innocent eyes, ones that imitated the mocking tone of voice he used.

It seemed like he wanted her to feel disgusting, to wilt under his cruel words that he used like knives-knives that were sharpened with his tone and body language, knives that were so intimately and carefully chosen. They worded so that they were used to their full extent to cut and carve through her heart.

“Is that what you are my little songbird, hmm? You wanna be a pretty baby and have everyone’s attention on you? I’m hurt, here I was thinking I was enough for you.” He pouted, and with every word he spoke the grip his hands had around her waist tightened.

She tried to protest but he plowed through her pitiful attempts.

“Hell, if you want some attention so bad and whore yourself out, I should call over some friends! Yeah, we can skip tonight’s gala, would you like that songbird? For me to share you with my friends so they can satiate your whorish needs?” And at his he shook her lightly, his grip around her middle choking her and cutting off her circulation. “N-no, Hawks,” she wheezed out. “I just... liked my makeup, that’s it. I only want you, I promise. I won’t cause any trouble tonight, please don’t call any friends over.”

She looked up at him in the mirror with eyes the size of saucers, blinking away tears and trying her best to show how apologetic she was at her audacity to feel good about herself.

He loosened his arms and straightened up, peering down at her disgustedly. He had absolutely no regrets about the way she sucked in air immediately when he relented, or about the way she frantically brushed the tears from her eyes, trying to preserve her mascara from running. (not that he would’ve minded). She needed to learn her lesson; he controlled her highs and lows. Only he had the permission of holding her fragile emotions in the palm of his hand, and if she didn't want that palm turning into a fist and breaking her, she would do well not to piss him off and treading carefully about flaunting what was meant for his eyes only.

She wanted to lock herself in the bathroom and cry out to her heart's content from being embarrassed and degraded like this. She kept absolutely still however, when she felt his hands lightly tracing the feather on her collarbones. It was an unspoken threat, and when their eyes met once again in the mirror, the way he sized her up confirmed it.

The feather stayed on.

Which brought her back to the present.

Y/N had already downed 3 glasses of champagne while reminiscing about earlier today, something Hawks would’ve surely tutted at. Finding herself bored, she meandered around the bar, keeping close to where he left her.

She scanned the room for her ‘lover’ and found him laughing with a group of his friends, his head thrown back and the charming sound of his deep yet lilted voice carrying through the hall, entrapping anyone who was around.

He certainly had presence, no sense in denying it.

Any girl would’ve been crazy to deny him, and Y/N wished that Hawks had fallen for a girl that didn’t want to deny him out of his hundreds of fangirls a point that was set in stone in Y/N’s mind when she saw a tall brunette clinging to his arm while she shrieked with laughter at whatever stupid story Hawks was telling.

Said fangirl seemed to also have been put under his contagious spell, from the way she so obviously threw herself on his arm and pushed her chest against his side under the pretense of shaking with laughter. Various other parts of her body seemed to be shaking against him too, but he didn’t seem to mind based on the smirk he quickly looked down at her with.

For the second time that night, Y/N wanted to throw up.

Was it jealousy? Negative. Rather, it was frustration that he literally had girls throwing themselves at him, tits hanging out and all but yet he wanted what he knew he couldn’t have. She assumed that it was this mentality of his that landed him at being Number 2, chasing after the seemingly impossible until it was tangible.

It was easier on some days to try to understand his point of view. It was much better than getting lost in the hours pondering what kind of bad karma she inherited from a past life to go through this hell. But on some mornings when she felt stone-cold sober, she remembered that she was a person, not some objective or conquest that he had rightfully won. Deciding to try and take her mind off from the trainwreck that was unfolding in front of her, Y/N aimlessly wandered to the side of the bar and down a grand hallway that was less crowded and had less Hawks.

On either side of the hall, giant bronze frames held the portraits of past heroes and had little scriptures of their accomplishments. Hawks had always talked about how he wanted his name up there, and how one day he was going to do something incredible to have his own face up on the hall of fame. His idol, Endeavor, already has taken place on the wall right next to All Might’s frame, and Y/N looks up and ponders at both of their pictures.

And how befitting is it, that Hawk’s idol is also accused of a sinister and tumultuous family past.

Maybe he doesn’t need to work too hard to follow in the footsteps of the number one hero.

“Quite the hero, Endeavor is. Even though there is controversy about the nature of his past and his redemption efforts, he set many precedents as to how a true hero should act.” Y/N’s head snaps to the right where Edgeshot had just joined her. He wore a navy blue tux with red seams, his trademark mask covering the lower half of his face.

“Yeah, you’d think his admirers would try to follow in the footsteps of changing themselves too,” she muttered bitterly. “I’ve noticed his biggest fans seem to take after his more...old brutish traits rather than the better person he’s trying to be now.”

The masked hero laughed softly, and Y/N looked at him suspiciously.

“What, you don’t think heroes have their own fair share of flaws?” She challenged.

“No no, don’t get me wrong of course. I would be on an inappropriate level of naivety to assume that, considering I’m a part of the whole corrupt system itself. I think, however, that change within a person comes after an extended time of self-reflection. You have to look within yourself and accept that you were wrong in the first place, if you want to change.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment.

“Do you think the villains are ever right? About society brushing the flipside of heroism under the carpet, I mean. It doesn’t matter if the heroes are trying to save people because it's expected of them, if they aren’t actually compassionate about their cause then is there really a point?” She asked desperately, hoping he could understand her.

Edgeshot hesitated for a moment before answering.

“In my years of experience,” he said quietly, still looking up at Endeavor’s painting, “the ones who have at heart a solid reason for acting the way they do are most always justified. It may not always be a good reason, but a foundation always gives way to a justification that can be argued for.”

All of a sudden, Y/N gasped as white hot pain sliced through her sternum. She looked down and saw the red feather on her necklace quivering as a fine line of red sprouted from the cut it made.

“Are you alright?” Edgeshot asked, looking fairly alarmed, his hand reaching for her shoulder.

“Yes, of course! My necklace is just a little sharp, a little edge just nicked me that's all.” She said shrilly, already backing away from the concerned hero. Turning on her heel, she picked up the hem of her dress and tottered out of the hall, not paying any mind to the vermillion plumage that drifted down her chest, past her waist and eventually clinging onto her leg, making little nips and stabs here and there.

Blood was pounding through her head as she navigated the way back to where Hawks had left her to be. Her palms were sweaty and she was sure her hair was becoming messy as she whipped her head around, attempting to look past tall heads and bodies that blocked her way to the bar.

Shitshitshitshit god please don’t let him be there already please please please-

But it seemed as though god wasn’t in a merciful mood, because lo and behold, the raptor was leaning against the long granite island with a glass in his hand.

He seemed to be casually grinning, swirling a maroon substance in his cup and choking it down leisurely, but as Y/N drew closer she knew-as expected- he seemed off.

The smell of alcohol was nauseating around him, he must have been drinking something strong. His wings, although lightly flapping behind him, were pointed at the edges and shaking lightly. His eyes were completely dilated, and were shifting around the room until they settled on her meek figure rushing up to him.

“Hey there birdy, long time no see. Did you have a good chat with Edgeshot? I’m sure you both enjoyed talking shit about me behind my back.” Y/N winced at how charismatic and booming his laugh was after his ominous remark. It was too carefree, a complete cover-up of how she knew he was actually feeling, and that scared her the most.

“Hawks I-”

“Keigo, sweetheart, did you forget my name already after talking with just one person? Damn, I’m hurt, guess keeping you locked up at home was the right decision after all if you’re acting like such a stone-cold bitch now.”

She stared up at him, openmouthed and thoroughly panicked now. He was talking too much, he was going to expose himself and her-

Wait. Why is she covering for him? Wouldn’t it be better if he blabbed everything else so people could realize what he’s doing? Maybe someone would intervene and save her!

But it seemed like he was three steps ahead of her and had already figured that out, because his face flushed slightly and his eyes darkened and narrowed, with lips set in a flat line. When Y/N saw this change, she tried to back away but he quickly grabbed her hand and yanked her out the room and through the exit doors. It was all happening so fast, she could hear various people call out to Hawks but he plowed through them so fast that she didn’t have time to even process that they were out of the building and in the air.

She screamed as he soared to an even higher altitude, clinging onto his neck for dear life. The wind whipped past her face, stinging her cheeks with the frigid cold and water particles that embedded on her lashes. Hawks was laughing hysterically the entire time he gained height, his talons ripping through her dress and piercing her skin, even overlapping the previous cuts his feather had made earlier.

“S-stop, what’re you doing, are you fucking crazy?” She shrieked, her words losing volume as the air was ripped out of her lungs.

“KEIGO, its KEIGO you stupid fucking cunt!” he screamed in her face. His arms loosened around her waist, and suddenly Y/N was falling, falling, falling straight for the asphalt.

She couldn’t even turn her head as her limp body plummeted down for imminent death. Her lungs begged for oxygen, fear settling like lead in her stomach, but the second she closed her eyes for what she thought was the last time, (Hawks) Keigo swooped down and yanked her back into his sinister embrace by her hair.

Ignoring the ripping strands she felt in her skull, she flailed around in midair trying to grab onto something-she reached up to grab his foot but he noticed and kicked her square in the face. Y/N had never before felt such terror and pain, mentally or physically.

Damn her pride, she wants to live for god's sake.

“Keigo,” she sobbed, remembering just in time to use his real name lest he smash her teeth in again, “please put me down, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I talked to Edgeshot but I swear it wasn’t anything bad or about you.” The warm blood streaming down her nose began to harden on her upper lip from the chilly altitude they had reached.

Abruptly, he shifted his grip and pulled her up by her hair (she winced at that painful adjustment) so that he could hold her around her waist now.

They had to have been at least 200 or so feet in the air. The pair had cleared their way through some clouds and could clearly see the full moon right in front of them. It was deathly quiet except for Y/N’s labored breathing through her fractured nose, and her fear racked even further as she looked up at Hawks and realized that he was simply staring down at her with completely dilated eyes that narrowed and gleamed at her expression. He truly looked like a bird of prey right now, a predator that was forcing her to play the part of his prey, a point that solidified when he suddenly wrapped one hand around her throat to feel her heartbeat that thumped like a rabbits’.

The light from the moon reflected off his back, causing his front to be completely shadowed so that the contours of his sharp face seemed ever more looming and dangerous. Both of them stayed suspended in the air for a minute or two like that, Y/N not daring to speak unless he granted her a sign to repent.

After a long, painstakingly suspenseful minute of studying her face, he finally growled “We’re going home.”

It seemed to take only a mere couple of minutes for the Number Two hero to travel halfway across the city. Y/N barely had time to try and drink in the beautiful colors that accented the winding streets and buildings below her, knowing that it would most probably be a long time before she saw anything else that resembled freedom again.

He finally began to descend rapidly, forcing her to cling onto his jacket and shove her face into the crook of his neck to avoid getting whiplash. Peeking through her lashes, she recognized the balcony floor of his penthouse rushing underneath their feet. Dread and anxiety surged through her veins as he finally landed and postiviley threw her off of him and onto the wooden floor. She slid a good couple of feet and skinned her legs in the process, unable to stop her momentum as she slammed back into a lamp.

Dazed, she saw stars as she rubbed her aching head. Unfortunately she didn’t see him, rushing over to her the second she landed.

He grabbed her jaw tight and wrenched her bleary eyes to look up at him.

What he saw was beautiful.

A trembling mess beneath him, makeup runny and complemented with blood that flowed from her nose like an eternal stream. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the way she kept flinching any time he shifted; it made his pants tighten and caused his teeth to grit in what he measured to be the absolute last bits of self restraint he had for the night. He had truly ruined her, and he internally patted himself on the back at his work.

Was he mad? Yes, wholly and completely at her betrayal of his orders.

Did he regret losing his temper? Absolutely not. In fact, if you ask him, he should get mad at her more often like this. If it merited her pliant and vulnerable being, then who was he to deny such pleasure? Fuck he should’ve done this from the start- blowing up at mild disobediance instead of acting like a doting, patient boyfriend.

“You alive?” he roughly shook her head and her teeth chattered inside her skull while he did so.

“Yes,” she whispered, mouth popped open by his gloved fingers as he shoved a digit inside her warm and wet cavern. It was embarrassing how drool seeped through her lips and dribbled down her chin, but humility was the least concerning factor in her environment at the moment.

“Good. After acting like such a tramp you better fucking be. I told you one thing,” and he slapped her for added emphasis to his frustration, “can you repeat what I told you? Or are you so braindead that you can’t remember the one order I gave you when I trusted you to sit still and look pretty like a good little bitch?”

“Nnngh, no I rem-I remember.” Y/N panted out, attempting to talk through puckered lips and drool. “You told me to stay at the bar and not to move.”

“Exactly. So what part of that was so hard to understand, huh?” He hissed through his teeth, looking deranged.

“I just got bored, that’s all. I wanted to talk to another person…” Even though she didn’t finish her sentence, Hawks understood her perfectly.

I wanted to talk to another person apart from you.

He let out a mocking laugh, stretching his arms over his head to hide his shaking fists. Rage swept through his body like wildfire, licking up his throat and cheeks. His face was flushed and unreadable to Y/N as he sauntered around the couch and plopped down on it, spreading his legs to seem as uncouth as possible.

She sat shivering on the floor, unsure of if he wanted her to follow him or wither away on the floor like a mutt.

As he sighed loudly however, her body immediately tensed as though bracing for another painful impact. She daringly peeked over her shoulder and saw the back of his head protruding from the black and red leather couch. Lazily flicking his wrist up to a height where she could see, he vaguely beckoned her over without saying a word.

Immediately she scampered over to him and situated herself at his feet (where she belonged). Her eyes were downcast, and he begrudgingly accepted it as a form of submission on her part. No sense in beating the disobedience out of her now if she already knows what she did wrong.

Hawks heaved out another heavy sigh and let his head fall backwards. On one hand, he was slightly drunk and his head was killing him-he just wanted to go to sleep and forget today ever happened. However, there was a problem that was contributing to his growing migraine, and that problem was sitting right in front of him, practically kneeling at his feet for mercy. More than sleep, he wanted to take care of said issue and call it a night, so he decided to skip the sweet talk and warm up.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, kid. I’m gonna close my eyes and by the time I open them you better have already thought of a way to make tonight up to me, and you better have already put that plan in action. Then, we’re going to bed and when you wake up you’ll regret the day you even thought of talking to anyone apart from me, since you seem to have forgotten who’s been coddling your ass all this time.” He sneered, relishing at the way Y/N’s face went pale.

True to his word, he closed his eyes, glad to see his last view as the pathetic bitch who was about to service him. The feel of slight fumbling on his zipper made him feel even more drunk and giddy as it was pulled down. Maybe the entire evening wasn’t a complete wash after all.

Yeah, he should take her out a lot more.

[fe-fictions]

Do you still have the fic where frederick and robin get caught in a landslide and they admit their feelings for each other?

(Do you even HAVE to ask???)

Everything was going fine on the trek up the mountain. You were walking alongside the world’s wariest lieutenant, and he was working hard to make sure everything was clean and clear. Chrom and Lissa weren’t far behind, but were just safe enough a distance away that you could have your own conversation with the man without fear of being heard.

The concern of someone picking up on your soft, slightly flirtatious (on his end, heavier so on yours) conversation wasn’t something you needed. The teasing from Lissa would be endless, no doubt.

Though you weren’t sure why you were so worried about it. After all, it’s not like either of you were courting. You were simply two comrades in arms, fighting side by side every day and leaning on each other…trusting each other with your lives…spending every spare moment you had together, whether it was a cup of tea by the fire or doing menial chores around camp, or-

Perhaps you wanted to court him. All the more reason for you to keep it away from curious ears.

Frederick looked over to you with a small smile, your conversation turning into some of his favorite territory.

“On the contrary, Robin- I think that blue yarn is flattering on anyone.”

“Even someone with a complexion like, say…Lady Emmeryn?”

“You mustn’t speak of the Exalt in such a way!” He hissed, as though thoroughly offended. “There is not a color in the entire world that Exalt Emmeryn couldn’t wear! Her complexion is flawless and is complimented by any shade and texture.”

“Yes, of course, how silly of me for questioning you or the Exalt.” You said with a roll of your eyes, “That’s why she wears soft green shades that accentuate her fair hair and skin.”

“Precisely, and-” His brow furrowed and he stopped, glaring down at you. “You’re teasing me.”

“Nonsense! I would never do such a thing to you, Freddybear.” You snickered when his eyes narrowed, jaw tight with displeasure. “Come on, I’m just messing around. I agree, Lady Emmeryn is flawless.”

“I should hope so.” He adjusted the ribbon beneath his armor, huffing slightly in his indignance. “I can bear your general insubordination when you direct it towards me, but I will never allow anyone to discuss the Exalt in such a way…not even you, Robin.”

“Oh, Frederick- you mustn’t mistake my teasing for ‘insubordination’.” You said with just the right hit of your tone that he could feel the sarcasm from a mile away. Yet you continued with an air of sincerity, your hand brushing his gauntlet. “I hold you in the highest regard.”

For a moment, the cold lieutenant became filled with warmth.

“…You do?” He appeared unconvinced, if not hopeful. Your hand escaped him as suddenly as it had come, and he disliked how badly he yearned for your touch to linger.

“But of course. You’re someone I hold most dear, someone I trust with my life. I’d even venture to say you’re above even Chrom in terms of-”

“Hush, now!” He blushed brightly, eyes wide before you could speak such treasonous slander. “Honestly…you claim not to tease me, and then you attempt to say such terrible things…”

“Would it really be that terrible?” You mused, tilting your head to look up at him with that knowing smile. “Would you not be flattered to know that someone cares so much about someone like you?”

“Someone like me?” His gaze softened some, “And what sort of person would that be?”

“Someone…frustrating beyond belief, who’s stuck up and stubborn and has to make sure everything is perfect, down to the last tiny, unimportant d-”

“I should have known.” He glared at you again, and you laughed.

“I’m joking, I’m joking! I promise I hold a much higher opinion of you than- aah!!”

Frederick’s expression morphed into one of shock, his arm snapping out to catch you as the ground crumbled beneath your foot.

The mountain pass was always a treacherous one, but this one in particular seemed less sturdy than most.

You gasped when Frederick yanked you away from the edge, pulling you against him before you could fall to an untimely death.

“Are you all right?!” He demanded as the shouts of other Shepherds filled your ears. You clung to him, face pale when you realized how close you were to going from a near death experience to just…straight death.

“I-I’m fine.”

“Robin!! Holy gods, you almost died!!” Lissa gasped, “What was that??”

“The ground isn’t solid.” Miriel said as you slowly pulled away from Frederick, “Likely due to the weather from last night. We need to be mindful of potential collapses in the road.”

“You raise a good point.” Chrom agreed, “Sumia, Cordelia- scout ahead and see if you can spot any potential weaknesses or hazards on the path. Until we can make sure, we ought to walk single-file and stay as close to the mountainside as possible to prevent any future-”

Chrom was interrupted when a rumble from the Hells below shook the earth.

You fell into Frederick once again, who steadied you just long enough for you to look up and see the mass of dirt and boulders crashing towards you.

“LANDSLIDE!!”

“EVERYONE MOVE!!” Chrom shouted over you, and the Shepherds split, breaking away from the mass as best as possible.

You and Frederick were on the far side of the Shepherds- by the time the rocks hit you’d be crushed before you could catch up to Chrom and the others.

Frederick was pulling you by the arm, but there wasn’t enough time.

You tore out of his grasp, pressed your hands to his back and blasted him point blank with the weakest Arcwind you could.

The last thing you saw was Frederick flying forward, safely out of range.

Then you were slammed into black.

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“…Ro…!”

“….bin…pl.se..up…!”

Your head was pounding, and you were fairly certain you couldn’t see. Your eyes cracked open slightly to the blurry world before you, nothing easily able to make out. On top of the blur, though, you realized it was very dark. And cold.

And your left leg was numb.

Shocks of adrenaline burst through your system as you started to come around, and you realized that you were being moved. Barely, but you felt a stinging pain stab into your leg in a frantic, rhythmic pattern.

“Robin??”

You blinked, blearily finding a familiar figure in the darkness.

“Urgh…g-gods…”

“Robin!!” You were suddenly pulled into a strong embrace, one that was at an awkward, uncomfortable angle. “Thank the gods- thank the gods, I thought you-!!”

You couldn’t even return his hug, you were so dazed. You tried to bring your arms up, but he held you far too tightly to even consider it.

“F-Frederick...?”

“I’m so glad you’re all right!” He didn’t seem to hear you, holding you a few moments longer before he finally remembered himself. “Gods, Robin, what were you thinking? You nearly got yourself killed, and for what?? Have you any idea how worried I was?!”

“I just…woke up.” You said weakly, “A-at least, I think I…what time is it?”

“I have no idea what time it is. It’s been several hours since we were separated from the group, and the landslide’s made it impossible to tell where anything is.”

“The land-” You choked, “Frederick, is everyone all right?!”

“I don’t know.”

You didn’t like the sound of that.

“W-what do you-- what happened?”

“Robin, we were separated from them when the mudslide came down. I tried to get us as far from it as possible, but I wasn’t fast enough. You pushed me to safety using magic…a-and you were swept away. I searched for hours, but…I thought for sure you had…”

You shook your head, cupping his cheek.

“Don’t cry, Frederick- I’m here. What’s important is that we’re both alive, somehow.”

“Because you are a valiant, brilliant tactician.” Frederick thumbed the tear that fell, gazing at you a moment longer before he looked past you, towards your legs. “The only problem is that you're...well, trapped.”

“I’m…?” You looked down, and sure enough, the pain was explained. Your leg had been caught in the wreckage. “Oh, gods.”

“Don’t panic.” He resumed his previous project, going back to digging you out of the mass of dirt and debris. “We’re lucky enough that it was only your leg that was caught in the chaos. I’m guessing you cast some sort of protective charm before impact, but when I saw you…”

“Maybe not a protective charm, but…a talisman?” You shakily reached to your chest, tugging on a delicate chain that miraculously clung to your body. Frederick gasped.

“The pendant I…” He trailed off, recalling the day he’d given you the simple trinket.

It was a gift he’d bought purely out of practicality…at least, is what he said when he gave it to you, all those months ago.

The same piece of jewelry that made him ridiculously happy when he saw you wearing it, everyday.

That you had claimed it saved your life on more than one occasion, certainly having been embued with defensive properties that Miriel had enhanced when she got her hands on it.

To think that his gift to you was able to save your life at the most crucial moment….he was unable to find words.

Frederick looked at you for a few moments longer, pleased to see the grateful smile you wore. You were truly glad, and relieved, knowing that you and Frederick had essentially protected each other.

“Now, then…we really need to focus on getting you out of here. I haven’t the slightest doubt that your leg is broken, and we’ll need to treat it swiftly.” He started making real progress, the pressure on your leg finally lifting.

Though that pressure which kept your mangled leg in place was quickly overwhelmed by the horrifying pain of it being slightly moved.

“Strike me where I stand-!” You cursed loudly when Frederick freed you, trying to lift you from the ground as carefully as possible.

“Forgive me, Robin- I know it hurts, but you must bear it until we can get somewhere safe. I’m sure being moved after all these hours is a terrible feeling.”

“Oh, you have no idea-” You hissed out, grasping his very soft, somewhat thin and surprisingly accessible armor to steady yourself as he carried you against his chest, arms looped around your legsa nd your back.

“I truly and sincerely apologize. Just a few moments more, though…we’ll have you patched up in no time.”

“I don’t doubt you, but…can I ask why you’re not wearing your armor? It’s dangerous out here! What if you get mauled by a bear, or an ambush hits us, or worse??”

“My armor was shattered when you struck me.” He explained quickly, maneuvering his way through the darkness without skipping a beat. “The blast destroyed the backplates, so I had little choice but to discard it.”

“Oh…allow me to buy you new plates once we return to the-”

“Robin, don’t be ridiculous.” He cut you off quickly, grip tightening on your body. “I could never ask you to do such a thing, and it’s merely a piece of armor. I’ll find something else to use in the armory.”

“But that was a specially made piece, wasn’t it? Your family crest is all over that armor!” You pointed out, biting your lip to keep from crying out in pain. He really wasn’t focused on your injuries so much as he was getting you to safety.

While you were grateful, you did wish that it didn’t hurt quite as much. Eventually you found a cave together, pointing it out towards the end of the trail Frederick had eyed out for himself.

He made quick work setting you down as comfortably as he could against the stone, before he started up a fire and got you both in a far warmer, brighter situation.

His lack of response didn’t escape your notice; he was clearly upset about his loss, but he knew better than to speak up about it. It was only scrap metal, he’d say if you tried to mention it again, the alternative would have been far worse for both of you.

So you stopped fighting him on it; particularly when he finally stopped milling about the cave checking for threats or food, and came to sit in front of you, taking hold of your very angry-looking wounds.

“We need to take care of this as best we can before we think about going further.” Frederick observed with a serious frown, brow furrowed as he lifted it. Immediately you spit out a curse, the pain rocketing through your body like a violent thunderbolt.

“Frederick, stop!! J-just leave it, just- agh!!”

“Forgive me, Robin…but we must treat your wounds before they get infected and leave you on death’s door. I’ll not be losing you. Not tonight.” He silenced you, gingerly setting your ankle against his upper thigh and getting to work.

You didn’t know where or how he produced bandages, until you realized the bottom of his shirt had been torn off, intermingled with the emergency first aid he had salvaged from the fall.

You clenched your fists so tight your knuckles turned white, but you’d be damned if you kept fighting him- he was trying to help you. This was the best he could do, you realized, and you decided to bear the pain as best you could.

Frederick worked quickly, holding you with all the care in the world as he cleaned and wrapped your terrible injuries.

He did his best to set the clearly broken bones, tying your leg tightly and holding it together with a pair of sticks that worked as effectively as the makeshift thing really could.

Eventually (thankfully, finally) the pain ended. Frederick secured the last of the bandages and rested your leg in his lap, his hands closing over your ankle and your foot.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, you watching as Frederick held you, his gaze focused on your leg.

Quietly, you called his name, drawing him from his thoughts. His frown softened some, and he looked to you, shaking his head.

“It’s so strange…I have no reason to feel guilt, or to be angry, and yet…I am remorseful.” Frederick sighed quietly, focused on your splint. “I cannot help but feel that this is my fault, in some way.”

“Unless you suddenly gained the power to move mountains in the last day, I wouldn’t be inclined to agree.” You said with a soft laugh, “Please don’t blame yourself, Frederick. I knew what I was doing.”

“I find it hard to believe your recklessness had a purpose.”

“Besides protecting someone I care about?” You replied swiftly, and for a moment he paused, his grip loosening on your leg. He looked to you, finding an even, unwavering gaze. “That I care about…deeply.”

“Robin…” His mouth fell open, as though he had something incredibly important he needed to say. But he stopped himself, and closed it, only serving to make you far more curious. “No. Not quite yet.”

“Frederick?”

“I am grateful beyond words to you, Robin, for what you did for me. You protected me when I surely would have lost my life. I can never repay you for what you’ve done. Not yet, at least. For now…I think we’re both in need of rest.”

“O-oh.” You pursed your lips, not quite sure how to respond to this sudden shift.

You were on the cusp of something, you knew it- like there was something so important that Frederick wanted to say, like you had more you wanted to tell him, and yet…you didn’t quite get the chance.

“Come.” He set your foot down on the ground as carefully as he could, before he returned to his feet.

He reinforced the barrier around the fire so it wouldn’t spill over and burn anyone, and he then came to sit beside you. Practically right against you.

Then his arm came around you, and you were pulled into his side.

“Oh.”

“You are in need of some proper rest. Allow me to assist you, at least until we return to the camp. I’m sure I’ll be a poor substitute for a proper cot, but I hope I’ll at least be more comfortable than the ground.”

You fidgeted some, completely unsure how to deal with sleeping on and with a man whom your heart was currently beating wildly for.

You were rigid against him, and you were sure he could feel how awkward you felt as you tried to settle in, but he said nothing.

Instead he held his arm to your side, his warmth an intoxicating comfort.

You would be found tomorrow, Frederick said more than once, a reassuring comfort that you were absolutely in agreement with.

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It was a while before you found sleep, and you didn’t remember when it happened.

You did, however, wake up and vividly remembered the feeling of Frederick’s arms around your body, and your head pressed happily against his chest.

You woke up to Frederick gently shaking you awake, calling your name.

“They’re here, Robin- they found us.”

The sky was barely gray, sunlight shy in its rising. But when you lifted your head (reluctantly) from Frederick, you spotted the troops that were rushing towards the cave. The firelight and smoke had alerted them, and sure enough, they spotted the two of you inside.

Frederick helped you up, bringing you into his arms once more and carrying you out to everyone.

Lissa was in tears, of course, and Chrom might have been a bit more misty than he admitted. They helped you quickly with the clerics, Maribelle and Libra coming to your side and getting to work taking care of the more pressing injuries that Frederick had attempted to fix.

Even after you were cleared to walk with the stave’s help, you insisted Frederick carry you to be sure you were safe. Frederick didn’t disagree.

Your day was a long walk back to camp, but surrounded by your friends and safe from the destruction of that horrifying landslide.

The worst of it was over, according to the whispers against your hair. Your arms curled tightly around his neck, relaxing against the lieutenant who clung to you with no intention of letting go.

It wasn’t until you returned home, had a fantastic, long bath and settled into your tent that you realized it wasn’t quite the same.

To think you had only spent one horrible night curled up against the knight you most certainly, without a shadow of a doubt adored. But now that you were here, it felt incredibly lonely.

So you resolved to do something about it. You pushed yourself up and headed for the door, pulling the flap open to-

“Robin?”

“Frederick.” Your eyes widened when you saw the man standing in your doorway, and your surprise turned to confusion. “I was just going to look for you.”

“Were you? The camp’s asleep.” He pointed out, and you tilted your head.

“That’s what I was going to say next- why are you here?” You asked him, “Not that I’m unhappy to see you, I just…why?”

“Because I needed to tell you something very important. I…needed to reply.”

“Reply?”

“I care for you, too. Deeply. You have done so much to show me that you are a good person, and capable, and intelligent, and beautiful beyond words, and I…cannot believe I have someone so wonderful that would put their life before my own.”

You found it difficult to breathe as the blood rushed to your face, staring wide-eyed at the man whose own blush was visible in the darkness.

“I…fear I may be overstepping my boundaries when I say this, but…after what happened these last few days, I knew that I had to tell you lest something else comes between us. So, Robin, I…”

He trailed off, as if struggling to find the words. You smiled at him, giggling at the flustered man that was once your cold lieutenant.

He looked to you with a soft glare, as if this wasn’t already the most difficult thing in the world for him to do.

But you shook your head and closed the distance between you, reaching up and cupping his cheeks before kissing him sweetly.

To say he was surprised was an understatement.

But to suggest he wasn’t deliriously happy beyond all belief would have been grossly incorrect.

His arms came around you and he lifted you from your feet, drawing you into the tent so you might have some privacy together, once more.

You wouldn’t be sleeping alone tonight, after all.