#Getting dangerously close to considering shipping those two...

[sysig]

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[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave boy Danny has way to much fun fucking with the bats after a while. Jason is too until Danny bites him after some unwanted human contact. Alfred gets a big wave of nostalgia when Danny does it too.

Danny can say that the Waynes have been ridiculously welcoming, all things considered. He still hasn't come clean about not being Bruce Wayne's alternative double, so to throw them off from finding out the truth and have a safe place to crash- he's missed plumbing- he has been invited to the Wayne Manor and has been lazing about when under their watch.

If there was one thing apparent, it was that Bruce Wayne did not laze about. It was mind-blowing to those who knew him to see Danny- a version of Bruce- act like walking across the room for a remote was too much work.

It drove them mad to see such a difference between them, and thus, none of the Waynes noticed Danny's side project to get home.

The Waynes gave him a giant room and helped set up a fake Identity for him while they worked on getting him home. To the public, he was Danny Kane, a long-lost relative recently coming to Bruce for help.

Thanks to the support of Jacob and Kate, they agree to make it seem that Jack Kane- Danny's made-up father- was the result of Bruce's material grandfather having a fling after his wife's death. Jake was hidden from the public eye but had his father's financial support until he was an adult.

Jack was never bitter and told Danny stories of his wayward father, filled with love to prove it. These stories inspired Danny to seek out the remaining Kanes after Jack's untimely death, which led him to Bruce as Martha Wayne nee Kane's son.

The day Danny would be sent home, the Waynes would fake his death, and no one would be the wiser that Danny Kane never existed.

Fine by Danny

. He only planned to stick around long enough to get his ship ready and pinpoint a location that had the vile between the living and dead thin enough to slice his way back to the Ghost Zone.

Unlike Wulf, who could open portals wherever he wanted, Danny had to find points weak enough to punch a hole through. He knows his parent's portal was way out of his set of skills, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give anyone the idea to build their own here. Two percent of portals were already two too many.

He mostly hung around the house- with someone always close by in a poor attempt to hide the fact they were watching him. Most of the time, Danny was either lazing around the house, eating and sleeping, and it felt like a costly vacation.

He refused to help on the coms when the Bats went out to kick ass, even after Dick offered to sit in front of monitors and relay information to the heroes like he was offering the chance of a lifetime.

This seems to disturb everyone else in the house except for Alfred.

If anything, the fact Danny straight-up refused to put on tights and rush into night to fight crime made Alfred adore him. The butler claimed he was worried everyone in the family would forget what everyday life was supposed to feel like.

A few Waynes couldn't seem to wrap their heads around the concept.

"You're not interested at all?" Tim asks, eyes narrowed. He was among the few who thought Danny was suspicious for not wanting to risk his life to fight the corrupted system.

"Nah, man, I'm good here. I got my nachos, I got a movie room and I got the softest bathrobe ever bathrobe." Danny snuggles more profoundly into the pink plush robe that Steph had lent him. "Why would I want to ruin any of these? Sides, I can't even throw a punch."

".....There has never been a single alternative Bruce Wayne that wasn't involved in this life in some way. If not as a hero then he was a villain. Bruce as a villain is one of the most dangerous things that can ever happen across the multiverse" Tim reveals grimly. "We've won every single encounter but only by the skin of our teeth."

"Damn. Let me guess. You guys beat the evil Bruces by sending his kids after him."

"Yes."

"Problem solve. You already know you can kick my ass, so if I try anything, you can take me out, right?" Danny doesn't wait for a answer. He turns away from the teenager to stare at the movie screen showing his picked movie. "I can do nothing but tremble before your bat might."

Tim steps into his line of sight. "I mean it. You do anything to harm this family and will regret it."

"Does that mean I can't bite Jason again? That sucks. It's the only way I can get him to stop trying to drag me to galas. He wants to scare the other rich people with my poor people's manners."

Tim's lip twitches and Danny knows he's fighting to keep his face under control. "You didn't have to lock your jaw in like that."

"I really did. Jason tested me."

Tim tilts his head. "You don't really feel like Bruce. You look just like him at fifteen. Alfred says you act just like him. But for the last three weeks, you've been trying really hard to make it seem like you're okay with doing nothing."

"I am comfortable doing nothing."

"I think you're lying," Tim says, moving closer to stare down into Danny's eyes with frankly a manic glare. Danny's core flares up with the sense of challenge he finds in that dark blue gaze.

Which is a first for a human, and frankly is terrifying. If Tim had been a ghost he would have easily been an Ancient assistant or a baby Ancient. He has to be able to match Danny's power like this. Holy shit.

"I think your parents didn't give you enough love as a child, and now you seek approval from everyone around you while trying to push everyone away because you are too scared to make yourself valuable. You find yourself in an endless loop of self-doubt and self-hate by doing both simultaneously." Danny blurts. He watches Tim freeze, then winces. "Shit, sorry, the psychoanalyze came out as a reflection. Forget that."

Tim is still frozen in a way Danny recognizes as someone hearing something challenging to come to terms with. This is why he needs to break the habit of using Jazz's psyche training as a weapon.

He forgets not everyone insults each other with their deepest insecurities. That's just how he and Jazz love.

"...Do you want to watch the Grey Ghost Marathon with me?" He asks after a long pause. Tim closes his eyes before plumping down next to him.

"I like that."

Neither mention Jason, who is gasping in the last row of seats and attempting to suppress muffled laughter behind the wrist cast that Danny lovingly gave him at the last gala.

On a side note, Danny Kane is called "Rabid Dog." by the elites of Gotham, who watched the boy make three grown men cry after two minutes of talking to him and also witness four Waynes attempt to pry his mouth open screaming, "No Danny drop it. drop it!" while the boy munched on Jason's wrist.

No one has noticed that half of the tech has disappeared.

[kathaynesart]

If Leo can defeat his enemies easily by using the 'Portal Chop' move, wouldn't that mean he'll actually be the #1 priority for the whole Krang to kill when they spotted him? Even more so motivated to use their abilities to remove his ninpo to get rid of a 'bump on the road'?

Hehehe I’m glad someone asked! Yes he and his brothers are on the Krang’s most wanted list. But here’s the thing: only a few Krang are actually capable of sealing off mystic energy/ninpo. Specifically Krang 1. This is because there are different types of Krang with very different abilities (details under the cut).

To answer your question plainly, since Krang 1 is one of the few that can seal off the Ninpo powers, that has left the two sides at a stale mate. The turtles are DANGEROUS, and could do some lethal damage to Krang 1, but if Krang 1 gets the drop on them it’s all over for the turtles. Both sides KNOW this. What’s more I’ve given Krang 1 a weakness that he can only use this ability every so often. So he’d need to get the brothers all together in one fell swoop otherwise it leaves him vulnerable. For this reason the brothers seldom fight as all full set when in close proximity to him (another reason why Donnie normally stays back at HQ).

So we’ll have to wait and see how that pans out. Hope that answered your question. For those interested in the Krang types you can check out my ramblings under the cut:

KRANG TYPES:

Sister Krang is a Brawler Type. She’s the most violent of the three, the strongest outside of her mech, and can keep going even after receiving a number of life threatening hits.

Brother Krang is an Infester Type. He can only speak through the people he’s infested, is physically weak, and goes down easily in battle. However he’s considered far more dangerous because of his ability to easily infest and transform prey to become part of the Krang hive mind. Infesters are also the tech crew and are best suited to drive the ships.

Krang 1 is a Prime Type, the rarest and most well rounded of the three. He has the brains and the brawn. Master tactician who can read the minds of his prey. He’s a powerful fighter (especially in his mech), and is able to use his connection to Empyrean to seal off mystic abilities such as Ninpo. While the Krang is considered a hive mind the Prime is the one in the driver seat as well as the “face man.” Normally there is only one or two Prime Types at a time.

From these three I’ve spawned several more types (including the Fighter type that end up killing Leo in the end) but I’ll save that for a proper Krang hierarchy post in the future.

If you’ve gotten this far thanks for reading my TED Talk.

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Caught ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

✧˖°. Summary: You get caught riding the hellrider.

✧˖°. Content: NSFW - Creampie - Penis In Vag - Breeding - Giving Zevlor All The Love - Begging - Masturbation - Big Dick Zevy

✧˖°. Ship: Zevlor x F!Tav/Reader

Notes: I’ve had this idea for a while now that Aradin goes to confess his feelings to you only to find you straddling the hellspawn he loathes. Please enjoy xoxo

As you returned from the goblin camp a gentle breeze of the evening brushed through the grove, stirring the leaves as you stepped through the groves gate. Your return from the goblin camp was nothing short of a miracle, considering the dangers that lurked beyond the grove, so of course you came back with some injuries. It was inevitable considering there were so many beasts…

Your return from the goblin camp had been met with relief and concern from the tieflings whom you aided. Zevlor, of course, had been among them. His features taut with guilt… It was he who had spoken so passionately of the need to clear the path to Baldur's Gate. It was he who had asked for help. The weight of his words are what made you jump into action, and now, the consequence of that decision marked your skin… His eyes never once leaving the bandages wrapped amongst your arm…

The evening soon began to buzz with low conversations and the evening songs of the cicadas. You scanned the grove for the commander you had grown fond of, eager to tell him of the battles you faced and how you were thankful to be able to return to him- erm to the grove… But Zevlor was nowhere to be found.

“Looking for Zevlor?” Tilly asked with a smile, but it soon faded into a frown,“He was looking for you, but he... he just left shortly after you returned. He seemed upset. Went out that way,” she said, pointing towards the woods that skirted the grove.

You looked back to her, then to the woods, then to her again, a look of confusion crossing your features, “Why would he-? Thank you Tilly, I appreciate you telling me where he went.”

Tilly smiled yet again, “I hope everything's alright. He's been so stressed out lately, he could use the company. Just... go easy on him, okay?” she gave a subtle wink before turning away to return to the others.

A blush spread across your cheeks, “I-i will.” Is all you could muster up as you left towards where she pointed.

It didn't take you long to find him, though you were sure he was purposely making it harder for anyone to find him. You could see the guilt in his face as he sat on a fallen tree trunk, his gaze set on the sunset.

“Zevlor? Why are you out here all alone?” Your voice was so soft, filled with concern as you approached the commander.

Zevlor's head sunk, his eyes never meeting yours, “I'm terribly sorry, Tav," he began, his voice thick with regret, “What happened to you today... I can't help but feel responsible. If I was stronger, if I wasn't so afraid to leave my people unprotected...”

You stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you. Reaching out, your fingers gently tilting his chin so he had to look at you. “It's okay,”your eyes never leaving his, a small smile appearing on your lips, “You shouldn’t worry. I wanted to do this for your people… I wanted to do it for you.” Your thumb grazed along his bottom lip, his skin was warm beneath your fingertips, your other hand gently stroking the side of his face, your voice low and breathy, “I'd do anything for you... Zevlor”

You looked like a true goddess, the light of the setting sun illuminated your features, the breeze causing a few strands of your hair to come undone from the rest. Your hand was so soft against his cheek. Your lips were glossed, and those eyes of yours, by the gods they were so genuine and filled with a passion he hadn’t seen in a long time. He was drawn in, leaning into your touch, his lips parted as he spoke, “Tav... I- you-“

Cupping his face, “it’s okay,” you whispered softly before your lips met his.

…

Aradin had heard about your successful return, how you had managed to fight your way through the goblin camp. His heart swelled with relief and something else, something deeper that had been fermenting in the shadow of his thoughts for quite some time now since meeting you.

The adventurer sought you out, his eyes scanning the familiar hellspawn faces of the grove… Bloody horns were the reason you had returned with an injury. Their hell leader being the one that tricked you to do his dirty work for him…Aradin’s jaw tensed at the thought. He had heard about how Zevlor had sent you out on your own. He had heard how the commander had not even the slightest intention of joining you, and Aradin's blood boiled. Him and the other tieflings didn’t belong here, they were better off chained up and sent back to the hells of which they came.

“Bloody hellspawns, they shouldn't even be here, they're nothin but trouble." He muttered under his breath as his eyes scanned the grove once more, searching for you.

Nothing. You were nowhere to be found.

His anger was growing, his patience dwindling, when suddenly he realized that perhaps you left the grove again. The thought of you out there, in the danger of the forest alone, “hells…” he cursed before storming towards the woods.

Aradin didn’t have to venture too far outside the grove before he heard a scream, your scream to be exact. His feet moved quickly as his heart pounded, fearing the worst. His heart sank as he approached the source of the scream, he just now remembered that the damn hellspawn named Zevlor wasn’t in the grove either. Images of your bloody body on the ground next to the tielfing flooded his thoughts and in seconds he had his blade ready.

Rage fueled his movements, when suddenly, his eyes fell on you. There you were, in the arms of the one he loathed the most, Zevlor. The coward who didn't deserve someone like you.

You were straddling him, his ridged cock halfway buried inside you, your body glistening with sweat.

“Z~Zevlor~!” Your moans were soft, your back arched as you bounced on his cock, your fingers buried in the tieflings tussled hair, “fu-please! I- You~ s’big~”

The hellrider groaned, his claws digging into the plump flesh of your ass as he helped you ride his cock. Your name falling from his lips, “Tav-“ his hips snapping to meet yours, causing his thick length to bottom out.

“S’big~ s-so meaty~” you whimper, your pussy fluttering around his shaft, your body shivering in his grasp. The sight of the two of you like this had Aradin’s cock painfully hard. He could see everything, your slick arousal dripping down Zevlor's veiny cock, how your sloppy cunt gripped the hellrider’s cock as you lifted your hips… And oh how you looked so fucked out as your hair clung to your face.

“H-hells…," Zevlor moans, his chest rising and falling as he watches you pleasure yourself on his cock.

“Zev~ please~” You beg, your nails digging into his shoulder, your body aching for release, “I-I wanna cum!” Tearspricked the corners of your eyes as you cried out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix so good, “W-wan’ you~ cum n’side till’ preg-nant” you gasp, your thighs trembling.

Aradin couldn't help but stare at the way your juices squirted from your pussy, watching the way the slick pooled and clung to the tieflings sack. Fuck, he had never seen such a slutty cunt, nor had he ever imagined a woman, let alone you would crave the seed of a hellspawn.

He was torn.

Torn between the need to tear you off Zevlor and have his way with you, and the need to just fuck himself senseless at the sight of your debauchery.

“Fuck!” He growled, his hand palming his hardened length through his trousers, the need to pleasure himself becoming a priority.

Zevlor's breathing became heavier, “D-don’t say such thing- m-my dear-“ he lifted you up, your back hitting the forest floor softly. A small whimper leaving your lips as his cock left your cunt, his hands moving to the back of your knees, spreading you wide, before pressing his tip to your quivering hole, “an old soul such as me- would only dream of such a thing. T-this- I don't- deserve-“

Your hand reached up, cupping his face, a smile pulling at your swollen lips, "Y-you deserve it, d-deserve everything~” your leg slid up the side of his hip, hooking over his waist, the back of your ankle resting against his ass, your hand gripping one of his horns, pulling him down so that his lips were hovering over yours, “make me yours~” your voice was like silk, your eyes half lidded, a look of pure lust consuming you.

A groan rumbled in the back of his throat, “I can only pray you never grow tired of this worn tiefling,” his tongue snaking out to lick at his fangs, his body trembling. With a tender smile, his cock was pressing into you once more, his hips snapping, the entirety of his girth filling your pussy in a single thrust, a loud gasp leaving you.

“N-never~!”

Aradin bit his bottom lip, his cock aching in his hand, the sight before him had him panting, his eyes fixated on your face.

You threw your head back, mouth hanging open as Zevlor stretched you, his size was impressive. Despite riding him for what felt like hours your cunt still wasn’t adjusted to him. Your legs quivered, your back arched off the forest floor, your free hand gripping the dirt and leaves as the commander began pounding into your sloppy cunt. His tail wrapping around one of your legs, “you have such a sweet voice, moan for me again my dear.”

You obliged, “Don't stop~ Zev~lor~”

His grip tightening, his pace fast and relentless, just how you wanted it. Every snap of his hips drives his cock deeper, making your eyes roll back in your head and your body shake. Each time his thick veins and ridges rub over the over sensitive bundle of nerves within you, a wave of pleasure crashes over your mind, wiping out any coherent thoughts.

It felt like he was stirring up your insides, making a mess of your guts and marking you as his just as you begged.

“Cu-Cum~ n’side pwfh’lease!”

Aradin grunted, he could feel his own release building.

“O-Oh gods, Tav,” Zevlor moaned, his pace becoming sloppy, his balls tightening. The sight of you, a complete mess, begging for a him to fill you, it was almost enough to push him over the edge, until he saw your injured arm… “i- Tav- I can’t- I don-t deserv-“

Your body tensed, your cunt squeezing his cock, milking him for his seed, “I-I love you~”

Zevlor’s eyes widened, “Wh-what? T-Trul~ argh~!” his cock throbbing inside of you, his cum flooding your womb. Those words were all it took…

You trembled beneath him, your own climax washing over you, “love you Zevlor~!!!!

Aradin gasped, his seed spilling from his cock and into his hands and onto the forest flooring… He watched as the hellspawn kept himself from falling on top of you, his hands on either side of your head. His eyes shut tight as he continued to cum, his face a deeper red than normal, fangs bared, his hips slowly rocking. He watched as the tiefling’s spent cock slowly slipped from you, his seed leaking from your gaping hole. You looked absolutely spent, your skin slick with sweat, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

He could hear your whimpers, how you were begging the commander to not leave you, to hold you. How could he deny you such a thing? He watched as Zevlor pulled you into his lap, his tail wrapped around you protectively. The hellspawn held you close, his lips kissing along your face, whispering words Aradin couldn't make out, before his lips pressed to yours.

Aradin stood there, unable to move, his body weak from his release, his heart feeling heavy in his chest.

You were in love with a devil, and it was clear this devil wouldn’t let you go, spilling his seed into you till you were good and pregnant.

He watched as Zevlor and you buried your faces into one another, the way he was holding you so tenderly, the way his tail flicked every so often, the way you clung to him… Even if Aradin wanted to jump out and point his sword at the tiefling , there was no way in hells you’d allow it.

A bitter chuckle left him, before he turned and made his way back towards the grove, his hands covered in his seed. He couldn't help but feel like he had been the real fool this entire time, he was so sure he would be the one to claim your heart, not a cowardly hellspawn.

[oxydiane]

i think naruto has genuinely, permanently ruined shipping for me because each time i see a pairing i’m like. ok you’re cute but would you shoulder the burden of his hatred and die with him? are you the sun to his moon? the yang to his yin? are you his one and only? are you his soulmate? are you willing to strip yourself of any pride and get on your knees to beg for his life to be spared? are you the one that completes him? are you the wind to his fire? did he feel warm and fuzzy while watching you as a child and considered it a weakness? were you each other’s first kiss? did you unravel his cold heart with said kiss? did he awaken his unhinged eye power to protect you? did he die and abandon the dream he was living for just so you could live on? does his body move on its own disregarding any logic when you’re in danger? is he willing to jump in knowing it was a trap to save you because you’re his precious person? are you each other’s most precious? did he unlock a new level of his crazy eye power when cutting his ties with you because he was writhing in pain over a lost love? did he try to kill you because you are his most important person? did parting from you feel like ripping off half of his own body to him? is he your driving force? were you chosen by fate? did he want to get rid of you because only then he could be truly alone? are you the only light in his darkness? are you the one that saved him from hatred? did he cry when you said you couldn’t explain your feelings for him and only said that when he hurt you hurt so much you couldn’t leave it alone? did he admit he also hurt when you hurt? did you keep an old token he had left next to your half alive body for years just to give it back to him as a token of your devotion and affection? did he say he’d hold onto it and give it back when things between you two were finally settled? did he compare what he feels for you to praying? did he say those feelings of his aren’t just about you two but there aren’t many people like you? does he look at you like you hung the stars? did you stay awake at night multiple times thinking about him and wondering if he was okay and thinking about you too? did you wish for him upon a shooting star? did he hug you and whisper in your ear during your reunion and purposefully make his attempt to kill you slow and drawn-out despite being perfectly able to do the job in seconds? did you curl up in a fetal position and cry your eyes out when he left again? did you have a panic attack that made you pass out when you found out your friends were out to kill him? does he know your heart well and you, his? can he read what is in your heart? how you truly feel? did you lose your arms to each other during your final battle of love and power? did he decide to stay alive for you and you only? did you say you’d rather remain a fool your entire life if being smart meant giving up on him? did you broadcast your feelings for him to the entire shinobi alliance? did a super smart villain who was targeting him say that they needed to keep you away from him because you were changing his heart, soul and goals? did you go insane when said villain called him his? did you openly reject two people because they said you needed to give up on him? does the author necessarily have to think of him when he thinks of you because you proceed as a pair and cannot be separated? did he disobey your teacher and try to feed you his lunch despite knowing that it would make them fail their exam and send them directly back to the academy which meant stalling and coming in the way of his revenge dream simply because you were hungry? does he go out of his way to make sure you don’t skip meals when you stay out training for too long? does he look at you so closely and attentively he could immediately tell somebody was an imposter because they didn’t have a scratch on their face and had a holster on the wrong leg? does he still remember what your lips tasted like after that one accidental kiss? can he get into your headspace and “begone, thot” your demons? if not we can’t do this

[huxleaf]

“ Golden Morning Skies ”

Character / Ship - Guy + Honey

Genre - Fluff

Link for this on AO3 if you'd prefer :3

Honey wouldn't consider themself a "morning person".

They weren't exactly a "night person" either. Though they enjoyed the silence (or what little silence they had left of the night without Guy's voice buzzing in their ear almost half of the time.) of the night, they wouldn't stay up all night just because they liked the silence. They just got up when they wanted or needed to. It wasn't much of a hassle, anyway. Waking up came easy to them. A warm shower and a cup of tea and they were already awake as ever.

Guy, though? not so much. He was definitely not a morning person, no matter what that headache of a man tells you.

The agitating noise of Honey's alarm blared into their ear, waking them from their slumber with a groan. Their hand moving up to rub the sleep away from their eyes. The movement and noise causes Guy to grumble, sleepily hiding his face into the back of Honey's neck. Honey lets out a yawn, opening their eyes and blinking for their eyes to adjust to the bright yellow rays that drew into their blinds. Honey's hand reaching for their phone to turn off their Alarm. Finally, Honey turns off their alarm. Taking in a sharp breath, Honey taps on the arm that was wrapped snuggly around their waist, causing a soft, muffled rumbling to emit from their lovers lips. "Guy, come on, get up, It's almost 9AM." Honey's voice came out raspier than it usually was. Guy's arms tightened around Honey, pulling them closer into his embrace.

"Honey.. You know how much I love it when you're bossy, But it's Saturday, can't we just stay in today?" Guy grumbled, his eyes still closed. Honey sighed, moving their body so that they were facing him, His arms still wrapped around them, squeezing them against him tightly.

Honey let out a soft sigh, maybe out of endearment? Or out of annoyance? They couldn't tell. Those two feelings merged as one as soon as they met Guy, honestly. "Yeah, But wouldn't you rather be up and eating breakfast with me instead?" They bargained, to no avail, only earning a soft chuckle and head shake from their Boyfriend.

"Nah. I like feeling you against me." Guy whispered, a familiar, mischievous look plastered on his face as his face pressed deeper into Honey's neck, basically nuzzling them.

"Guy."

Guy gave a soft giggle, a grin forming on his lips. "You against me with my hands, caressing your skin," Guy whispered, his hands slowly making their way under Honey's shirt. 

"Guy, I know what you're doing."

"Under these soft, velvet duvet covers.."

"Guy."

"On a warm, autumn morning, on a saturday. Anything could happen, Honey.." Guy grinned, his face dangerously close to Honey's, 

Just as Honey was about to say something in retaliation, Honey feels Guy's fingers start to tickle at their sides. Causing Honey to flinch. Their hands fly to Guy's wrists. 

“Guy- no, stop- Stop that!” Honey yelped, in between their laughter as they attempted to push his hands away. Honey's laughter was contagious, causing laughter to erupt from Guy's throat as well. This continued on until Honey was red in the face and their lungs stung for air. 

After a while of Guy's torment, to Honey's relief, He stops wriggling his fingers, though his hands never leave Honey's skin. Honey closed their eyes, smiling and catching their breath. "You're.. insufferable.. You know that?" Honey chuckled in between heavy breathing. Their cheeks still dusted a red hue from the amount of cackling and laughter they had just had. Guy chuckled along with them, his thumbs softly ghosting against Honey's side under the duvet.

"Yeah well," Guy started, one of his hands moving up to Honey's cheek while the other stayed planted on their Waistline, leaning in close to Honey. "I don't think you'd want it any other way, wouldnt’cha, Honey?" Guy chimed in a hushed tone before abruptly pressing his lips against Honey's. Honey's eyes widen in shock, before finally sinking into Guy and his touch. Their hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. Guy smiled against their lips, dimples forming on the corners of his own. After a long moment, Honey pulled away, a soft smile tugging at the sides of their lips from the soft, warm tingle that Guy's lips left behind on their own. The sun from outside of their window shone into their room behind Guy,

Honey always thought Guy looked pretty under the sun. Especially in the mornings. How the sun's bright yellow light would bounce off of Guy's skin, how it would make the brown in his hair more prominent. Or maybe guy was just pretty in general.

Honey's train of thought was cut off by a kiss on their cheek. Then another on the same cheek, then on the other, then on their forehead, then their nose, until their entire face was covered in Guy's soft pecks. "Alright, alright—! Get off- hey!" They groaned, pushing Guy off of them by his shoulders.

"Oh, grumble, grumble. Oh, my honey, my love, the light of my life, always so grumpy." Guy cooed at Honey with an exaggerated pout on his face. "Would a kiss make you feel better, hm? Or maybe.. something else? Ehh..?"—Guy wiggled his eyebrows in a joking manner, causing Honey's nose to scrunch up while they planted a hit to Guy's shoulder with an exasperated look.—"hey- OW—! Ow! okay, okay! I'm sorry..!" Guy yelped before his voice faded into giggles. 

Honey then wrapped wrapped their arms around Guy, pulling him close into their warm embrace, taking Guy by surprise. Though, it didn't take long for him to sink into the warmth of his lover's touch. His own arms wrapping around Honey's shoulders, burying his face into the crook of Honey's neck.

Guy sighed. "I love you, honey." Guy whispered against Honey's skin, pressing a soft peck unto their neck.

"I love you too, Guy." Honey whispered in reply, pulling him in even tighter, allowing themselves to melt into their boyfriend's presence, leaning into his touch, whispering sweet nothings into each other's neck, with the occasional kiss against their skin. 

Maybe Honey was a morning person after all. 

[slut4teyam]

I absolutely LOVED your jealous fic! Like chefs kiss mwah mwah. I read it and went straight to your requests honestly I love your writing and how you put together your ~spicyness~ in a fic. I was wondering if I could put in a request for ao'nung! (Love my fish boys)

I would like to request a smut fic for rivals to lovers ao'nung x fem Metkayina!reader. The idea I had was they were rivals in like the sense of constantly trying to one up each other but since they are both of age and mateless ronal and tonowari began to worry ao'nung would not find a mate so they decide to ask the reader and the readers family about a promised mate-ship (arranged marriage type deal) since she was close to him. She asks for time to consider it and goes for a walk on the beach where she sees ao'nung and challenges him to a swimming race to a nearby island that is super small but deserted (I imagine it's kinda like one of those make out spots in teen movies) and he looses to her and in frustration of loosing to her and finally letting his feelings for her bubble over he kisses her and smut ensues.

Again I love your writing

-🪲anon

Better Known As My Rival

(Ao'nung x F!Metkayina Reader)

minors dni!

Genre: some fluff, slightest angst, smut if you're patient

Warnings: dom!Aonung, switch!reader, teasing, praising, p in v, thigh riding, swearing (please tell me if theres any i've missed!!)

Backstory: You and Ao'nung, chief Tonowari's only son, have been in constant rivalry ever since him and his friends decided to pick on you two years ago. You had stood up for yourself, pushing him away and reporting the incident to chief Tonowari, making him apologize to you. He was impressed at your self-respect and power, taking an interest in you. From that day on, he was constantly trying to one up you in every situation, and teasing you about it if you weren't up for it, making you instantly change your mind. You never thought that you'd develop a crush on him and his mocking behavior, but here you were, considering mating with him.

Ao'nung and Reader are aged up to 19+ years old!! (Other characters except for Tuk too! Tuk is 12 here, don't be weird)

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You were walking along the closest shore to your Marui pod, in your home village of Awa'atlu. It was sunset, and you had just finished up your daily errands, meaning you would make it home for dinner with your family. You were looking across the shore while walking; the sky was so pretty today. It was purple, with stripes of orange peeking through. You smiled at the beauty of your planet before turning your head back to your front, a bit too late to notice a tall figure in front of you.

You bump into the tall Metkayina male in front of you, your face aligning somewhere around his upper chest. You quickly back away, and look up, recognizing and realizing the male in front of you is your one and only crush, better known as your rival; Ao'nung. You rolled your eyes as he held his hands up next to his head, with his usual smirk plastered on his face. "Woah, no need to give me that attitude, I thought you missed me." he replied to your frown, chuckling as he dropped his arms down.

"I love your confidence for assuming that" you reply with a fake smile, "now move." your smile drops as you walk past him, he just turns around and looks at you moving away before saying "I thought you'd be down to hunt outside of the reef, too bad it seems like I'll be catching the bigger fish." His sentence instantly makes you stop in your tracks and turn around, walking back to him. "Are you out of your mind? The sun is setting, by the time we get out of the reef it'll be dark!" you lecture him, as the smirk that never left his face grows wider. "Even better, the big fish like to come out at night." he replies to your lectures.

"It's way too dangerous either way, no way am I coming with you." you shrug, turning around and starting to walk your initial way again. "Seems your bravery has a limit, I guess I'll just have to win this time." he says in a mocking voice, making you stop once again, and turn around to face him before growling at him. He always did this; tease you until you had to give in. "Fine. Whoever hunts the bigger fish wins." you shout back, calling for your ilu right after and hopping on it once it arrives. He tilts his head, saying "That's the y/n I know of." before calling for his ilu as well.

slight time skip, outside the reef

You had raced your way to the reefs border, because you both tried to one up each other in everything. He had won, even though he called his ilu after you. But then again, it didn't really matter as an ilu race wasn't your actual deal. It was what came now, that you were outside of the reef that mattered. You shared a glance with the male next to you, before smiling cheekily at him and dipping down under the water with your ilu, declaring your competitions beginning. He went underwater shortly after you, catching up to you swimming deeper.

Ao'nung was behind a large rock, watching as you preyed on one of the biggest fish swimming in front of you. You had aimed your weapon at your prey, about to shoot it when it got hit by another arrow. You quickly looked at Aonung, he smirked at you as he swung his empty weapon on his back, swimming towards your prey that he had hunted. You growled while watching him with a frown, your voice getting muffled with the fact that you were underwater.

You look around, hoping to spot a bigger fish, and you do. You quickly swim to hide behind the rock closest to it, preparing your arrow to shoot. Ao'nung's distracted by the prey he stole this time, so you take your chance and capture your prey. You quickly swim back next to him with your fish, smiling cheekily as his expression darkens, accepting his loss. 'I win' you show with your hands, using underwater sign language before swimming back up as your ilu follows. He growls, doing the same as you greet him above the water.

The sky was dark now, like you had predicted beforehand, with the only light coming from the stars. Ao'nung growled at you, more effectively than when he did underwater, "Fuck you y/n" he spat out with a frown entering his face. You just burst out laughing at his anger. "Greediness only brings you more loss," you say between laughs "learn from me." you added on. He rolled his eyes, his ego clearly hurt from losing last minute. You both lead your ilus to the shore you departed from.

slight time skip

"Where have you been, son?." Tonowari asks as Ao'nung enters their home pod. "Hunting" Ao'nung replies as he places down the fish he caught while competing with you. Ronal walks up to the two males as she looks down at the huge fish. "With who'm? It is odd to hunt alone this late at night." she asks, already knowing the answer. In their eyes, you and Ao'nung were very close. They completely ignored the reasons you two were always together though, which was rivarly. "With y/n." Ao'nung replied to his mothers previous question. Ronal and Tonowari shared a glance, before smiling and turning back to Ao'nung. "Which leads us, to what we wanted to talk about with you." Tonowari speaks, adding onto his sons response. Ao'nung looks up at his smiling parents, curious to see why they wanted to talk about you.

"You are of age, and still mateless. There will come a time where you will replace your father as leader" Ronal stated. "we were considering arranging you a mate, and our main option was y/n." she added on as Ao'nungs ears perked up. "We think it would be a perfect match. Y/n's father is a respected warrior, and she is a very beautiful, strong hearted young woman." Tonowari adds on to support his mates idea.

Ao'nungs heart was beating fast. Very fast. He had only wanted to mate with you, ever since your incident two years ago, completely ruling out other options. He knew he wasn't as appealing to you though, as he always teased you, you were constant rivals after all. He had been trying to find excuses, ways to get closer to you romantically to finally ask you to be his mate- but he didn't have to do any of that now. This was perfect, he just hoped you and your parents would accept. A smile crept onto his face as he spoke, "That would be alright. She is pretty, and would make a good mate. I'm fine with that."

Ronal and Tonowari smiled, pleased that their son had agreed with them. They were worried before, thinking Ao'nung might never find a mate if they hadn't taken matters into their own hands. Tonowari called for Tsireya, requesting that she invite you and your family to their pod tomorrow morning to discuss the situation. Tsireya obliged, as Ao'nung walked past his parents, entering his seperate pod. He had only hoped, that you would agree on this decision as well.

time skip, morning of the mate discussion

You are woken up with the constant moving around and fussing happening in your household. Your parents were getting ready, but for a reason you did not know yet, they were dressed very formally. You stood up, approaching your mother, who seemed to have a very bright smile on her face. "What's going on, mother?" you ask, with confusion on your face. She turns her attention towards you, her smile growing even wider as she places her hands on your shoulders. "The Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk have invited us to their pod, they have a very important topic they want to discuss with us."

Your confused expression becomes heavier as a chill runs up your spine. Why was your crush, better known as your rival, Ao'nung's family inviting you and your family to their pod? Was it for a good purpose or not? What if Ao’nung had reported you for beating him in your rivalry yesterday as a way to tease you? What if it was to talk about mating? Your heartbeat stopped at the thought. Could this very important discussion be about mating? A blush crept up your face at the thought of mating with your crush, but then the reality of it all came. 'This won't happen, I'm setting myself up for disappointment' you tell yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted, “Get ready, we are expected soon!” your mother exclaims, as you start to walk back to your separate pod to get dressed in formality.

slight time skip, Ao’nungs Marui pod

You and your parents entered the Olo'eyktans Marui, as the Tsahìk, Ronal welcomed you, taking her index finger from her forehead towards you and your parents (I see you gesture). You do the same, as she speaks "Thank you all for coming." while leading you inside to her mate sitting on their mats. The chief looked up at your parents, taking his index finger from his forehead towards them, before looking at you, his smile growing wider, before doing the same gesture. "Please sit" he asks, as you and your parents do so. They had a smile plastered on their face the entire time, but you had confusion rather than happiness in your mind. You looked around, but couldn't spot Ao'nung, or even Tsireya. However important this conversation seemed to be, it only required you and your parents, which brought back the thoughts in your mind of this being some way of Ao'nung trying to tease you; by reporting you to his parents.

"I hope you are doing well, we have invited you to discuss a very important topic, concerning the relationship of your daughter y/n, and our son Ao'nung." Ronal speaks, instantly making your blood go cold. That bastard. Was he really willing to go to lengths of reporting you to his parents because you beat him at a competition HE had wanted, just to tease you? "We are listening" your father responded. His expression had changed, understanding that this could, in fact, be a negative discussion.

Your mother was unfazed though, the same, smiley expression on her face. Ronal looked at Tonowari, as he cleared his throat. "You may know, my son will replace me as Olo'eyktan soon, however, he is of age and still mateless." he spoke. Your heart started beating, fast. Was this discussion really about mating you and... Ao'nung? 'Don't raise your expectations, you will only face disappointment' you say to yourself, but it isn't enough to calm your heartbeat.

Ronal looks at you, before turning back to your parents. "Y/n and Ao'nung have been close for sometime, they spend most of their days in activities with each other." Ronal speaks. You and Ao'nung were rivals to each other, but to the outer eye, you were close, in a way far away from rivalry. Your heartbeat was getting even faster, overwhelming you. Unnoticeably, you tried to calm your heartbeat like you would before swimming.

"We have invited you today to ask you about a promised mate-ship between your daughter, and our son." Tonowari speaks, looking at you this time. Your parents eyes light up with a smile, as they look at each other before looking back at the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk in front of them. "We would never be foolish enough to deny, we accept!" Your mother speaks with a cheeky smile on her face, as your father looks at you with glistening eyes. Ronal looks at you with a smile on her face (which was something rare to see), as she asks you "What are your opinions, y/n? Would you like time to consider?". Everyones gaze and attention turns to you, waiting for any answer.

Your mother and father look at you with a smile and pleading eyes, begging for you to accept, while Ronal and Tonowari look at you more demandingly. No way this was happening, no way you were being arranged as a mate with your crush, better known as your number one rival. You were overwhelmed, especially with the glares of the four adults sitting next to, and in front of you. You gulped, trying to think clearly. If you accept, you would eventually be mated with your crush, and become future Tsahìk of your clan and village. However, your crush was an annoying tease, and he didn't seem to have any romantic interest in you, which led you into considering if you really wanted to mate with him after all.

You gulped once again, as you finally managed to answer. "Can I please have some time to consider?" Your fathers gaze darkened, as his nostrils flared up, mad that you would even think about denying an opportunity like this. Your mothers smile dropped, as she turned back around to look at your father. Ronal placed a hand on your upper arm, before speaking. "Of course, but you must know, we will look for other mates if you cannot decide until tomorrow night."

You nodded nervously, standing up before your parents did along with Ronal and Tonowari. After countless apologies, you left the Olo'eyktans pod. You had separated from your parents before they could lecture you, as they continued their way to your family pod while you did to the shore closest to it. You were overwhelmed with the new topic, considering the good and bad sides of mating with Ao'nung. You took in a deep breath before looking down at your feet, watching the sand change shape with your every step. Your head shot right back up after seeing another pair of bigger feet facing you, just to realize its the only person you hoped you wouldn't see today- Ao'nung.

You looked into his eyes, you had to admit they were beautiful, just like the ocean. He looked right back, before his usual smirk crawled up his face. "It must be fate, we always seem to come across each other on this shore now, or you just miss me that much." he chuckled, as you rolled your eyes at his behavior. Eywa, he was such an asshole. "What do you want this time?" you sighed, knowing he was only approaching you for competition. His smirk grew wider "How about a swimming race?" he asked.

It wasn't as bad of an idea as you thought, your home- the sea, was where you always went to whenever you felt overwhelmed or stressed. "I'm okay with that," you replied, "where do we start and end?" you added on, catching him off guard. It was rarely that you accepted his competitive ideas easily, so he had gotten used to teasing you until you had to. His smirk grew wider, as he leaned in. "From this shore," his next move brought a blush up to your cheeks. He held you by your waist, turning your body towards the sea, and got behind you, hovering his head over your left shoulder while pointing to a somewhat nearby but isolated island, "to that island." he added on.

You gulped at the feeling of him so close, your body was tense. You could feel his breath on your cheek when he turned his head towards your face. Eywa, you were sure he'd seen you blush because he chuckled lightly. He quickly backed away, but you were too startled to move. "Need a quick breathing exercise? Or are you good to win?" he stated, teasing you about your current condition. He always found a way to, which got you back to focus. "I think YOU'LL need the 'quick breathing exercise' after I beat you." you bite back, as he looks you up and down, then up again. "We'll see about that." he replied, as you both walk into the water, getting deeper to the point where you'd be able to dive.

"Three...Two...One!" you shout, as you and Ao'nung dive into the water at the same time. This was an unfair race- Ao'nung was bigger than you in body proportions. He had a bigger tail, bigger arms, it was an advantage! He started off way ahead, but he underestimated you, as he was so into looking back and chuckling at you being behind, to realize you had gotten so close to him, almost passing him. He looked back once again, but you had switched sides from his right to his left, and flicked your tail harder, taking you one step ahead of him. You hit his left arm with your right hand, gaining his attention as you chuckled at him. He growled underwater, trying to catch up to you but it was too late, you had reached the island.

You got out of the water laughing, moments before Ao'nung did, growling. You moved away your hair from your face as you looked back at him, aggressively walking out of the water onto the plain sand. Your laughing quickly stopped though, as you realized the genuine frustration on his face when he got closer to you. "How the fuck are you always winning? Hm?" he growled out, catching you off guard not only with his words, but also with his face leaning in closer, leaving inches in between the two of you. "Huh? What do you mea-" you managed to speak out, but you were cut off. "Why are you so fucking skilled? It's driving me insane, how impressive you are." he blurted out, looking right into your eyes.

You felt your whole body heat up at his words, you certainly weren't expecting this. Your eyes, that have been on his previously, darted away to his chest, and then later on to his biceps. Eywa, he was toned perfectly, and it made him so attractive. You were too distracted in your own thoughts to notice he had backed away, looking up at the sky before dropping his head back down. "You know y/n, ever since you pushed me away and reported my actions to my father I've been deeply in love with you." he confessed. You felt your heartbeat noticeably get faster, as you unknowingly walked towards him. He looked up at your vulnerable facial expression, before looking to his left as you got closer to him, inches remaining between the two of you once again. You looked at his lips, before speaking. "I guess your feelings are mutual."

His ears perked up, as he turned his gaze back to yours, noticing your attentions on his lips. He leaned in closer, and you could swear you felt his lips brush against yours. "Can I kiss you?" he asked in a low voice. Eywa, the feeling of his lips moving, inches away from yours, it turned you on so much. "You idiot, just do it already." you whispered back, eyes now on his, which staring right back into yours. His right hand went to cup your right cheek, as both of your eyes closed before he kissed you. Your hands met his toned chest, making their way up to wrap around his neck, as he pulls you in by your waist, your kisses continuing passionately.

He kisses your upper lip with his tongue, asking for entry to your mouth, which you allow. Your tongues fight for dominance, because you and Ao'nung try to one up each other in everything. You lose this round though, as he completely dominates over your tongue, his usual smirk crawling onto his mouth while still making out with you.

Your kiss is cut when he places both hands on your waist as he sits, pulling you down on top of him. Your legs were sat at the side of his, as you continued your previously cut make out session. Your left hand holds the nape of his neck, while your right remains on his shoulder. His left hand is holding you firmly by your back, as his right is on your hip. You slowly started to gring against him, feeling his hard on grow even bigger below your heated cunt. He groaned at the feeling of you moving on top of him, as your kiss became more heated.

He slowly breaks the kiss, as the hand that was on your back goes to grab his braided queue, looking deep into your eyes as he holds it in between the both of you. You do the same, connecting both ends and creating your Tsaheylu bond. Ao’nungs pupils dialate, as he begins to kiss all over your neck, both hands now firmly hugging you. Your mouth widens and your eyes close at the feeling of his strong emotions, while your arms wrap around his neck.

Quickly, this moment of pure emotion and vulnerability turns into desire and lust, as Ao’nung throws you onto the sand behind you, quickly placing himself on top of you, with his right hand untying your loincloth. Eywa, his toned arm next to your head, supporting his whole body alone, it was so sexy. He backed away onto his knees after throwing away the piece of clothing he had untied, taking in how wet your womanhood was. He began untying his own loincloth, his gaze never leaving your inner thighs.

You gulped at the erect size of him. He directs his gaze to your face, smirking when he notices you staring at his lower stomach. “Like what you see, hm?” he says, Eywa he was such a tease. “Mhm.. I do actually” you manage to reply, his smirk growing wider as he places himself on top of you once again, kissing you roughly. You grind you hips, a light whimper leaving your lips as your inner thigh brushes against his cock. He looks down, carefully placing himself in front of your entrance, before slamming in while he looks back at you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as your mouth widens into a moan. His pupils grow wider, as your Tsaheylu was still connected. He continued thrusting into you, deep but slowly, as you couldn’t control your moans. “Ao’nung.” you managed to speak, gaining his attention instantly. “Yes y/n?” he replied in a raspy voice, “Fuck me faster” you breathed out- and Eywa, your words were like his key. His upcoming thrusts were faster, as they were already deep, making you a moaning mess. His left hand held your right thigh, as your hands scratched onto his upper back.

"You're so impressive, fuck, you're taking me in so good." Ao'nung panted out, smirking at your moans. Your eyes rolled back into your head at his words, but you've had enough of being dominated by him. With a swift move, you threw him off of you onto the ground, and got on top of him while slowly lifting yourself up and down on his length. He was fully laid down, smirking at you, as you placed both hands on his chest for support. "So skilled, looking so pretty while bouncing on my cock." He lets out a load groan after his sentence, as you teased him, lifting yourself to the point where you almost take his cock out of you, before slamming onto it back again.

It was your turn to smirk now, as his eyes laid onto your breast, getting squeezed together by your arms placed close together on his chest. "I want this off, princess." he smirks while tugging on your top. "Show me some of your skills hm? Take it off for me." you reply, and oh Eywa, his skilled hands, they rip it off of you in one swift move. You moved both arms behind, and placed them on Ao'nungs legs, your smirk growing wider as you displayed yourself for him to see. He looked at your body, taking in how you bounced up and down on his dick, as your breasts did so as well. Eywa, he loved this view so much, it got him so close, and he knew you were too because of your constant clenching around him. But no, he wasn't going to cum like this, and he wasn't going to let you either. He wanted to make you cum, so he held you by your waist and rolled the both of you over, regaining his position on top of you. His thrusts were faster than ever, and you felt the knot in your stomach about to explode.

"I'm gonna cum Ao'nung" you breathed out, reaching out for his neck and pulling him in to kiss him. He kissed back, "Me too princess, you got me so close." he growls in between. Your hands went to grip his shoulder, and you scream out his name when you reach your climax, releasing all over him. His thrusts got sloppier, and you felt him take himself out of you right before coming all over your stomach and breasts. His head fell back, as you clasped your thighs together, missing the feeling of him in you.

He looked back at you, smirking. "I win in dominance" he said while tilting his head to his right. You rolled your eyes while chuckling, as you separated your queues before walking towards the shore. Ao'nung caught up, as he helped wash off his seed from your upper body. It was sunset, and it was magical.

slight time skip, morning after

You and Ao'nung have been love birds all night after your mating, cuddling and swarming each other with kisses. This morning, you swam back to the shore you had departed from yesterday, and you were currently heading to his family pod to announce your mating. "Can't wait to tell the clan you're mine now." he smirked as he intertwined his hand with yours, walking you through the village. You chuckled as you walked with him, "Calm down! Tell your parents first." you said, as you stepped on the dock leading directly into his family pod. People had stared and whispered at you and your mates intertwined hands while you were walking, but you hadn't cared because he was yours, not theirs.

Your mate enters the pod before helping you in, hands never leaving each other. Ronal and Tonowari, who have been sitting down previously stand up to face the new couple. You take your index finger from your forehead towards them, as they do the same gesture, before Ao'nung lets go of your hand just to wrap it around your waist.

"Me and y/n have mated, she will be my Tsahìk when the time comes."

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Omgg I genuinely apologize to whoever requested this, I wrote it so bad :( It was challenging because I’m such a perfectionist, I hate this fic and how long is it but I hope you guys can somehow enjoy??

Thank you so much in your support on my other fics! I’m currently working on a Lo’ak one, and lord is it toe curling.

Until next time,

-dero

[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 3

“Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Winter says after another hour of questions. How old are you? How did you get out? How did you get mixed up in Hydra? What are you hiding from us? Who did you belong to? Over and over, like they were trying to catch you in a lie. You give them as little as you can, you know better than to give them ammunition to use against you. Honestly, you’re kind of surprised that they haven’t dragged Peter in here yet to use against you.

“We’re gonna bring her back. A peace offering.” He says and your heart plummets into your stomach.

“I’d rather you just kill me yourself.” You tell him seriously, you still haven’t told them who you’d belonged to, and if you can avoid it you’ll continue to keep that to yourself. Crossbones is second in command at Hydra now, at least from what you heard on the streets, you didn’t know what the two men would do with the information.

“No.” Captain says and Winter looks sharply over at him.

“What?”

“Since when are you the boss of the Howlies Buck? You don’t get to make those decisions.”

“Your judgement is clouded!”

“Maybe.” Captain agrees, “but we’re not just turning her over to them. I don’t want to ally with Hydra, I want to destroy them.”

“I know but,”

“No.” He growls and the ferocity in that single word is enough to make goosebumps rise on your arms. “We play this the way we have been, she changes nothing.”

“You’re going to just let her go?” Hope springs in your chest, please say yes, please say he’s just going to let you go.

“No, she’ll stay here until this is over.”

“Wait. What no.” You say finally interrupting their conversation about you. “I can’t just stay here.”

“Buck, go help Sam.” Captain says ignoring you until Winter swaggers out of the room, “Why not?” He asks.

“I have a job. A life. I can’t stay here.”

“Where do you work?”

“107. I’m a bartender, I can’t just not show up for work.”

“Not a problem.” Captain says sounding bored as you slip off of the counter and limp your way over to him.

“I cannot get fired.”

“You won’t.”

“You haven’t met my boss.” You argue and he pulls his phone from his pocket.

“Who? Thor?” He says still not looking at you.

“How do you know Thor?”

“I’m his boss.”

“You’re, what?”

“His boss, and yours apparently. Although he’s supposed to tell me when we have new hires so we’ll be having a conversation about that tomorrow. Consider yourself on paid leave.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I absolutely can. I own 107 and Nomad’s, as well as the building you were living in and a few other properties.”

“I can’t stay here all my stuff,”

“Is being picked up. Any other concerns that I can handle for you?” You scowl up at him but Captain only grins down at you. “Let me know what kind of food you want to eat and I’ll have someone pick it up.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re a liability. Hydra thinks I’m willing to cooperate but if they find out I’m hiding one of Rumlow’s girls in one of my buildings shit is gonna hit the fan. I won’t be able to convince them I didn’t know, I run too tight a ship for that. So I’m keeping you here, safe, protected and out of sight until I destroy them.”

“How did you know I was with him?”

“I know what his brand looks like. Last time I was too late, I won’t make that mistake again.” He gaze darkens and you very quickly decide not to ask. “So, this is your life until I destroy Hydra.”

“Um no thanks.” You tell him moving toward the door. You know he’s just humoring you as pain ripples through your foot with each step.

“What are you planning on doing Bunny? You’re hurt and I’ve caught you once.”

“I will not be controlled again.”

“Don’t think of it as control, think of it as protection.” You turn to scowl at him and stumble backwards with how close he’s standing to you. Captain catches your arm and gently rights you, “I know you don’t want this Bunny but if I could think of a better way to not have to bring you back I would.”

“Let me go.” You beg, it’s hard to look at him because you’re on the verge of tears but you force them back.

“I can’t.” He says, he looks like he actually feels bad that he can’t let you go. “I want this shit over as soon as possible but I have to be careful.”

“What does that have to do with me? I’m not his anymore, I never wanted to be his like that.”

“What do you mean?” You open your mouth but words don’t come, instead a sob passes your lips and he holds out a hand for you but he moves too quickly and you flinch away. He doesn’t move, just freezes where he’s standing and you attempt a half step back away from him but you bump into the couch. When you risk a glance up at him he looks furious, you drop your gaze immediately and pray that you haven’t offended him.

“You don’t leave.” He says tightly before stalking out of the room. The door slams shut behind him and a soft whimper passes your lips. You sink back onto the back of the couch and look down at your throbbing feet, blood has seeped through one of the bandages so you slide to the floor and crawl your way to where you know the first aid kit is. You’re not too concerned about the blood, feet bleed forever and you haven’t been overly gentle with your feet.

You sit on the floor and add more gauze to your feet, wrapping them tighter than Captain had so the bleeding will hopefully stop. You’ve got to clean the floor too, there’s a blood trail leading from the door to the couch. Captain is still unpredictable, you know he was furious when he left, the slamming of the door told you that, but you don’t know why. That makes you uneasy.

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Alone Together (M) ~Lee Know

Pairing: SpacePirate!Minho x Smuggler!F.Reader Themes: Sci-Fi AU (barely) | Smut | Established Relationship (kind of) | Lovers (idiots) to Even More Lovers (affectionate) Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Synopsis: Minho was a man on the run, an outlaw. He was always getting himself into trouble, thieving and fighting against the people that perpetuated an unfair system that did nothing but bring pain to those the system considered lowly and unworthy. For his next mission, he decided to ask for help from the person he trusted most in this world, you. Warnings: star wars concepts used very loosely and probably very poorly · made up locations · mentions of slavery and morally questionable situations · the term suicide mission is used once · your honour they’re sickly in love · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: i started watching the book of boba fett, and it seems like it’s impossible for me to watch anything star wars related without wanting to write about people boning in space. so this piece was born ! it’s incredibly self-indulgent, but i hope someone else out there gets to enjoy it too~

this was barely proof-read, so if anything sounds weird don’t hesitate to let me know lol

Smut Warnings: this is very vanilla tbh · praise · fingering [F.Rec] · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

As an outlaw, Minho’s entire livelihood depended on him not attracting too much attention to himself, on laying low and being as stealthy as possible. Which was why it almost felt counterintuitive to be here right now, trying to get his ship caught on the radars of a cargo ship. Although, to be fair, it wouldn’t have been the first time he tried to get into this cargo ship in this exact same way, but usually he’d have a bit more preparation than this.

“Shit… Here we go. Buckle up, boys”, Minho informed his crewmates.

Their entire starcraft shook violently as the gravitational beam of the much bigger starship pulled them towards it. They were discovered almost as soon as they came close to the vessel, and Minho had honestly taken a leap of faith with this move, because this could’ve gone two ways: like it was going right now, them being pulled towards the hangar within the starship, or they could’ve been shot down on sight.

Getting within the perimeter of a smuggler ship was always dangerous, especially when done unannounced, but Minho was desperate, so he did what he had to do.

As soon as his ship was parked within the hangar, he unbuckled his safety belt, standing up and stretching his limbs. “Guys, get ready. Remember what I said, no sudden movements, no arguing, just follow my lead, okay?”

Hyunjin and Felix nodded in understanding, getting out of their seats and stretching as well, just as loud thuds started to resonate within the crammed space they called their ‘navigation room’. That was a bold claim, this ship consisted only of that navigation room, small enough to go undetected when needed, but not that good for long periods of time travelling, he’d admit.

“Open up, hands in the air!”

Minho nodded to his crewmates, and once they both lifted their arms he hit the door’s button on his console.

Four super battle droids stood right outside, with their blasters pointed right at them. Minho hadn’t seen this model of droid before, they must’ve been one of your latest acquisitions, and somehow, that thought brought a smile to his face. However, new droids meant that they wouldn’t know who he was, which also meant things could get out of hand really quickly.

“Step out!”

Minho got off the ship first, with his hands in the air as instructed, followed by Hyunjin and Felix. The droids immediately took a hold of their wrists, rather forcefully, and it made him wince.

“Hey! We’re cooperating, don’t be so harsh, jeez…” The droids completely ignored Minho, simply continuing their task of holding their wrists behind their backs and binding them together.

“Names, and what were you doing fluttering around this ship?”

“I’m Minho. These are Hyunjin and Felix”, Minho replied simply, gesturing with his head as he named his two crewmates. “We came to speak with your captain”.

“Our captain has no time to deal with stowaways”, one of the droids scoffed, pointing their blaster right to Minho’s forehead.

He couldn’t help but smirk, the words flying past his mouth before he could even think twice about them. “How can you call us stowaways when you were the ones to pull us in here?”

The droid went silent. Minho figured that if it could make facial expressions, it would’ve looked annoyed.

“It’s really important”, Minho urged. “I’m sure she’ll understand. If you’re planning on throwing us to the trash chute, don’t you think she’d like to make the call herself?” 

The droid in front of him went silent again, the other three were just surrounding them, pointing their blasters at them. It was taking the droid so long to say something, Minho started to really worry that he had miscalculated how this part of the plan would go.

Ultimately, the droid lowered its weapon, and the three of them heaved a sigh of relief. “Follow me”.

The insides of the ship looked almost the same as they had last time Minho was here, save for a few changes to the corridor’s decor. How long had it been? Three months? Six? It was hard to tell these days when he was running for his life half the time.

The group of droids guided the three of them towards where Minho knew the main control room would be, where you probably would be. He should’ve been unfazed, Minho had seen you thousands of times, but somehow every single time without fail his heart would flutter, especially when so much time had passed since he last saw you.

As soon as the doors of the main control room slid open they were engulfed by the sound of clicks and clacks from the amount of droids sitting at their stations just pressing buttons. It was impressive, how you had put together this entire operation almost on your own, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Captain”, the droid spoke finally, snapping Minho out of his daze.

Ah, there you were, hunched over your desk, with your fingers flying on the touchscreen that was embedded in it. What were you doing? Planning your next course? Ensuring the safety of your routes? Checking for imperial ports in the vicinity? Minho was always curious, mostly because he was nosy. He wanted to have as much knowledge as possible at any given time, but he also just liked to hear you talk about things. He quite enjoyed hearing you speak, he’d admit.

“What is it, B2-49?” Shit, just your voice could kickstart Minho’s heartbeat. He should visit more often, the longer he spent away the more your mere existence affected him, and it was, quite honestly, inconvenient.

“The stowaways wish to speak with you”, the droid, B2-49, informed you, and you scoffed, not lifting your eyes from the screen under your fingertips for a second.

“How can you call them stowaways when we pulled them in here in the first place?”

“Took the words right out of my mouth”, Minho couldn’t help but say, grinning at you once the sound of his voice finally pulled you from your task.

Your eyes went wide as soon as you spotted him, you clearly weren’t expecting him, and Minho would lie if he said he didn’t enjoy catching you off guard, that he didn’t enjoy your attention.

Your gaze jumped from him to his two companions, and your brows furrowed. You looked at him again, right in the eyes, confusion written all over your face. “What’re you doing here?” 

“Can’t I just drop by anymore?”

“You can”, you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “But something tells me you’re here with a purpose”.

‘So when I come here to fuck you isn’t a purpose?’ was what Minho would’ve liked to say, because that was often why he came to your ship, but he’d always come alone. Hyunjin and Felix didn’t have to know any of that, so he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he chose to take a direct approach.

“We need a safe route to infiltrate the Antrilian quadrant”.

You scoffed, incredulousness painted all over your face. “Have you gone mad? Antrilia? Want me to get you right to the intergalactic council as well?”

Antrilia was known for hosting the biggest slave ring in the galaxy, it was heavily guarded by imperial forces, and it was Minho’s goal to bring it all down, to free every single slave in the quadrant, stealing a few prized possessions in the process–he had to get his money’s worth, of course. 

It was a very personal task, considering two of his crewmates had been taken by the empire recently. Saving his friends and taking it all down wouldn’t be easy, the entire quadrant was heavily guarded, which was why he had come to you, the best, most discreet smuggler he’d ever known.

“I’m being serious”, and he was.

Minho’s entire purpose was to rid the galaxy of every single slave camp he could, that was how he met his crewmates, they formed their own guild and were now some of the most wanted men in the galaxy. Ever since he himself escaped from one of those places when he was just a kid, he made it his purpose to wreak as much havoc as possible, to bring down the system. It was dangerous, and he’d been close to dying more times than he could count, but he just couldn’t turn a blind eye to it.

You looked at him for a moment, your eyes jumping all over his face. After a while, you finally unfolded your arms to place your hands flat on the table. “Oh my Gods, you are serious. Do you have a death wish?”

Minho gave you a smile, a smug one, and you immediately brought your fingers to your temples, rubbing circles there.

“I can’t do that, Minho”, you said as soon as you seemed to realise he wasn’t going to back down.

“If there’s anyone in this galaxy that can get us there is you. I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t truly believe that”, and Minho really meant it. Regardless of his personal connection to you, he knew you were incredibly good at your craft.

You looked at him for a few moments, quiet, pondering, he could almost see the cogs turning inside your head, and for a brief moment he wondered if you would just shoot him down completely. That was, until you spoke again.

“What’s in it for me?”

"My gratitude", Minho said in a mock tone, and you quirked a brow, almost as if you were telling him ‘be fucking serious right now’. 

So he clicked his tongue, slightly annoyed that you didn’t want to play along. “The receptor of an imperial cruise with a valid code”.

Immediately, a glint of excitement appeared in your eyes, 

“How did you… Get your hands on that?”

Minho shrugged. “I have my ways”.

You were silent for a while, just looking into his eyes and tapping your fingers on your desk. Minho looked right back at you, waiting for you to make your decision. This wasn’t the first time he was asking for a favour, but it was certainly the first time he was asking for something so dangerous, so he could completely understand if you didn’t want to help him. He wouldn’t have taken it to heart either way.

With a deep intake of breath, you finally stood up from your desk and walked a bit closer to the group, to stand right in front of Minho. “This is not something I can decide just now. I need some time to think about it”.

“There’s not much time, I’m afraid”, Minho gave you a genuinely apologetic smile, and you sighed, somehow sounding both defeated and annoyed.

“Quit being dramatic. I’m sure you can give me at least twenty four hours”.

“Twenty four hours sounds reasonable”.

You looked at Minho for a moment, and then looked at his crewmates. “Who are you guys?”

“Hyunjin”.

“Felix”.

Both of his crewmates introduced themselves at the same time, but you seemed to pick up their names anyway. You signalled your droids to remove their restraints, giving them both a welcoming smile. “Welcome aboard, Hyunjin and Felix”.

They simply returned your greetings, sounding immensely grateful now that they were no longer bound. You were just about to walk away when Minho cleared his throat with a frown on his face.

“Aren’t you going to untie me, too?”

You looked him up and down, and a devilish smile made its way to your lips, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. “Why should I?”

“So you untie my friends and not me? Seems a bit biassed on your part, doesn’t it?”

You walked closer, standing so close he almost felt as if you were going to kiss him. Right there. In front of his friends. And that realisation had his heart pounding in his chest, and, even more annoyingly, it brought heat to his ears. He tried his best to not show how affected he was, though. He stood his ground, with the self-assured smile he could pull off.

Bringing your hand behind him, you took a hold of the device binding his wrists. “Say please”.

His smug façade crumbled immediately, replaced by a look of incredulousness. Minho scoffed, tilting his head to the side and looking you right in the eyes. “You can’t be serious right now…”

The corners of your mouth quirked up, and the mirth in your eyes made him both feel giddy and incredibly annoyed. 

“I’m dead serious, Lee Minho”, you told him, and Minho realised then that if he leaned in just the tiniest bit, he could definitely press his lips to yours, and for a second, he genuinely considered it.

If it had been just you and your droids, he certainly would’ve kissed you right then and there, but the presence of his friends behind him gave him pause. It wasn’t like Minho minded if they knew, it was that he wasn’t sure whether you would mind or not. But based on how things had gone between you two so far, he figured you would, so he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to avoid looking at your triumphant face.

“Please”.

“Please, what?”

His eyes snapped open, and there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to wipe that glint of victory in your eyes. Regardless, Minho swallowed his pride, he was in no position to try his luck.

“Please, captain”.

You smiled, clearly satisfied. With what Minho figured was a press of a button on his cuffs, the thing unravelled from his wrists, finally letting him move freely.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You tapped his chest, and Minho had to bite his tongue. Oh, he was so getting his payback for this.

Before he could say anything, you spoke again. “You guys can stay here today if you want. There’s plenty of rations for all of us, including the few other living people on this ship, but I’m afraid there’s only one spare room conditioned for people to stay in besides the crew’s”.

“We’ll stay”, Minho rubbed his wrists, trying to ease some of the ache caused by his restraints.

The room provided to them was big enough, with a bunk bed embedded on one of the walls, and another on the other. Very sterile looking, nothing in particular stood out, it was just like any other room Minho had seen on a spaceship of this size. The biggest add-on was the adjacent washroom, which the three of them immediately rejoiced at when they noticed it.

No one ever spoke about it, but depending on the ships you travelled in throughout the galaxy, a washroom could be considered a luxury, so the prospect of a good shower and a fresh change of clothes was certainly appealing. Minho let his younger crewmates take the spot first, since he was sure both Hyunjin and Felix were dying to feel clean again.

As he waited for them to come out, slouching on one of the chairs in the room, Minho’s mind couldn’t help but wander. He’d never imagined he’d be here, in your ship, with any of his friends. He’d hoped that maybe one day, if things worked out, he could introduce you to them in a less… Contained fashion. But things never seemed to go as he expected whenever it came to whatever it was that was lingering between you two.

As soon as his friends were ready, Minho immediately rushed to the washroom. He took his time just washing off all the grime and gunk that had stuck to him during their almost never-ending travels the past handful of days, so truly, he was immensely grateful for that shower. 

“Do you think she’ll help?” Felix asked from where he was laying on the top bunk as soon as Minho came out of the washroom.

“Honestly?” Minho rubbed a towel on his head, trying to get his hair as dry as possible. “I really have no idea”.

Hyunjin eyed him for a moment, leaning back on his hands from where he sat on the bottom bunk. “You sure? You seem to be awfully close with the captain of this ship”.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say awfully close”, Minho was great at lying and deception, but even to him that statement sounded incredibly disingenuous. “We… Know each other”.

“You know each other? Or you know each other?” Felix wiggled his eyebrows at Minho, just as the older man was sitting on the bottom bunk of the other bunk bed.

“If you ask me, I’d like to think she’d do it. But this is very different from any favour I’ve ever asked. More dangerous… So who knows”, Minho decided to completely brush off the curious eyes, and even more curious questions of his crewmates. Explaining his connection to you was something he’d rather not speak about, not now at least.

Felix looked like he was going to say something, something incredibly annoying. So Minho decided to abruptly stand up from his bed and intercept him. “Anyway, I’m going for a snack”.

“A snack?” Hyunjin asked once Minho walked past him. “Is that how we’re calling the cap–”

Before he could even attempt to finish his sentence, Minho took the towel he had draped over his shoulders and swiftly snapped it in Hyunjin’s direction, hitting him in the arm.

“Ow! Unnecessary!” Hyunjin rubbed his upper arm, pouting.

Minho simply offered him a ‘deserved’ before he walked out the door.

Minho did intend on finding something to snack on before bed, but he would lie if he said he wasn’t keeping his eyes open in case he spotted you. All he’d seen so far was the odd droid going about their business, and a couple of crew members who greeted him as usual.

“Who gave you permission to wander the corridors of my ship?” 

Minho’s skeleton almost jumped out of skin at the sudden voice speaking to him. As soon as that initial shock passed he knew it was you, how could he not know when the sound of your voice was already ingrained in every crevice of his brain? So he decided to put up his best smug façade once again, ignoring the way his heart started to thump in his chest just at the sound of your voice.

“You did, captain. If my memory serves me right”.

You just scoffed in response, and started to walk towards him. Once you stood in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest, and simply looked at him with a frown on your face.

For a moment, Minho didn’t say anything, just like you didn’t either. Your gaze was stern, guarded, just like it usually was whenever you were into your Captain Mode. After all, you spent most of your time around your crew, leading them, planning morally questionable arrangements to get work going, so it was no surprise to him that you looked at him like this.

However, after a few more moments of silence, the frown on your face turned to one of concern, and, honestly, Minho would lie if he said he didn’t like it when you worried about him. Because he knew that was what was going through your mind right now, worry.

“Is there anything I can say or do to get you to not do this?” 

Minho gave you a smile, a genuine one, the ones he reserved mostly for you, and for moments like these. “No”.

You sighed. “For a pirate, you sure have a lot of morals, don’t you?”

“Being a contradiction is my favourite pastime, baby, you know that”, he registered the pet name falling from his lips a second too late. There was nothing he could do about it, it was like his brain would automatically shift into Smitten Mode whenever you two were on your own. If you were displeased by it, you didn’t show it or say anything about it. “I must say, I find it rather cute that you’re worrying about me that much”.

You scoffed at that, rolling your eyes. “Of course I worry about you. Unfortunately, you’ve got this horrible habit of risking your life, and since I’ve got the horrible habit of caring about you, it’s only natural that I worry”. 

Had you no regard for his weak heart? How could you tell him you cared about him so nonchalantly? And while you were scolding him at that? He wanted to say something back, to bicker a bit more, but his body seemed to not agree with that logic, because it decided that the best reaction would be to rush blood to his ears and his chest, making him flush.

So, to counterattack, Minho simply did what he did best, to display his affection through his actions instead of his words. Cradling your face in his hands, he dragged his thumbs over your cheeks, and as he stared into your eyes he could see all your walls crumble, just like they always did in situations like these. ‘Cute’, was the last word to leave his mouth before he pressed his lips to yours.

Warmth spread quickly inside of him, the tiny whine that escaped your mouth as soon as your lips connected ignited in him all those feelings he usually tried to ignore, and the way you kissed him, with as much desperation as he felt, had blood rushing to his length immediately. Minho couldn’t help it, it was instinctual at this point, to get hard when you so much as touched him–even if that touch was only your lips on his, your hands grabbing his top, and your tongue inside his mouth.

Before he knew it, he had moved, walking forward and pressing you against the cold metal walls of your ship. His hands finally left your face to hold your waist instead, and you took it as an opportunity to loop your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair and tugging gently.

“Missed you”, Minho mumbled against your lips as he slotted one of his legs between your own, pressing his thigh right against your core. He wasn’t ashamed or bashful of the words that came out of his mouth, he was way past that point, he’d decided long ago that sometimes–especially after long periods of time apart–telling you how he felt was better than having to bottle it all up.

“Missed you, too”, you mumbled back, bringing one of your legs to wrap around his hip, pulling him close, kissing him deeply right after. You, clearly, had also decided to let go of those inhibitions as well.

Moving his hand from your waist to your bum, he groped the flesh over your bottoms, just as he detached himself from your mouth to sparsely press kisses on your neck, right in the areas he knew you were the most sensitive, making you whimper. “Can’t believe you made me fucking beg to get me out of the handcuffs”.

“Wouldn’t have been the first time”, you replied with a strained chuckle, digging your heel on the back of his thigh, enticing him. It was certainly working. “Probably won’t be the last, either”.

“You minx”, Minho chuckled, returning his lips to yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth, taking a hold of your thigh and squeezing it.

Your heavy breathing, the warmth emanating from your body that immediately seeped into him, kindling the fire that burnt bright inside of him, that fire that didn’t seem to die regardless of how much time passed, all combined had Minho’s head spinning, had him growing impossibly hard. He needed you just as much as he needed oxygen in his lungs, and for a brief second he considered taking you right there, right in the middle of the corridor, uncaring of who could walk by and see you two.

As usual, though, you brought some sense into him, tugging hard on his hair to get him to detach his mouth from yours, mumbling a breathless ‘wanna head to my cabin?’ to which Minho simply replied an overly confident ‘thought you’d never ask’. So, as soon as he separated himself from your body you took his hand in yours, pulling him along the corridor, following the familiar path to your sleeping quarters.

There had always been this thing about your room that gave Minho an immense amount of peace. He wasn’t sure if it was the infuser you seemed to have on at all times, the one that filled your room with whichever relaxing essential oil you’d gotten your hands on during your travels, or if it was the clear signs that this was your living space–the seemingly permanent heap of clothes on the chair next to your bed, the journal you kept on your desk, the huge, old-fashioned map of the galaxy taped to the wall… It was all so incredibly you, it made him feel completely enveloped by your presence, it comforted him, really.

His favourite part of your room, though, was your bed. Incredibly comfortable, with just the right amount of firmness to it, saturated in the smell of you. And maybe later, Minho would be able to bury his face in your pillow, to try and etch your essence into his memory to get him through the hard days to come. 

Right now, as your clothes and his landed on the already existing pile of clothes on your chair, he could hardly think about any of that. The feeling of your bare skin against his was more than enough to drown him in the moment. Every sigh, moan, whine that came out of your mouth whenever his lips touched your skin, the warmth of your body under him, it all let him ignore the world out of this room, out of this ship, let him focus on only you and him and the deep desire that was burning bright inside of him.

Between your hands roaming his back, the desperate way you clung to him, kissing him so hungrily he could barely breathe, Minho knew it was only a matter of time until you talked, or until he talked. He always wondered who would be the first one to ask that burning question that always hung in the air, most of the time it was him, but on odd occasions, you’d cave, and he was always ready to answer when you did.

“Have you been with other people since the last time we saw each other?”

There it was. You beat him to it this time, but, honestly, it really didn’t matter who asked it. To him, regardless of who broke the question first, it never made the entire thing any less absurd.

“Other people?” He propped himself on one hand to get a better view of you, dragging the other hand all the way from your shoulder to your centre, feeling your heated skin under his palm. His fingers teased your folds, spreading your essence all over, getting his fingers drenched. Gods, you were so wet for him already, and you’d barely even started. 

Minho was impatient. He always was the first time he got you under him like this after a long time. He wanted you, he wanted to see you squirming and writhing under his touch, so he wasted no more time, easing his ring and middle finger into your dripping heat. A quiet moan flew past your lips as soon as he was buried to the knuckle, gripping the bed sheets near your head once he started slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, letting you get used to the intrusion. 

“There’s been no one else. No one could ever remotely compare”, he emphasised his words with a hard nudge on your sweet spot, and a tug on your nipple, eliciting a moan from your lips. “There’s been flirting, I’ll give you that. Knowingly and unknowingly. More often than not to get ourselves out of tricky situations, you know how it is… But physically? Emotionally? I haven’t wanted anyone else since the first time I buried my head between your legs and got you to moan so sweetly for me, sweetheart”.

“Minho, my darling…” Your voice was airy, your face flushed, and quiet moans continued to spill from your lips as he picked up his rhythm, prepping you, moving his fingers against all those areas inside of you he seemed to have committed to memory throughout the years, the ones that would labour your breath and get you to moan a bit louder the longer he worked you up. 

Minho dipped, finding your mouth and kissing you with force, with need. Because all this time, all he’d ever needed was you, he always did. Every day, even when he decided to ignore it. 

You held onto his forearm, lightly digging your nails on his flesh, but he didn’t mind. If anything, it reminded him of the fact that he was here, with you, making you feel good, getting to enjoy you once more.

“What about you?” Minho said once he disconnected his mouth from yours for air, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your neck.

He wanted to know. He wouldn’t judge you, you were free to do as you pleased, after all. That was how it worked between you two, although ‘worked’ could be considered a very loose term here. “Has anyone taken care of you these past handful of months?”

You shook your head, inhaling sharply when Minho continued his descent down your torso, attaching his mouth to your chest as his fingers kept going in and out of you, as he kept stimulating that area within your walls that he knew would get you to lose your train of thought.

Of course you hadn’t had sex with anyone else. You never did. You hadn’t in years, just like Minho hadn’t, either.

“I only–Oh!” Your words cut off, replaced by a breathy moan once Minho’s lips found one of your nipples and sucked it into his mouth to flick it with his tongue. He could feel you clenching hard around his fingers, and it almost made him dizzy with how hard it was getting him. 

You swallowed, audibly. Your fingers tangled in Minho’s hair, tugging at it as he kept working you up. With his fingers, with his mouth, with his tongue… He loved to coax the most delicious sounds out of your lip, but he wanted to know. He needed to know. So he let go of your nipple, finding your burning gaze as soon as he looked at your face. 

“I haven’t”, you whined, just as you sneaked a hand down your body, finding your clit to draw circles on it. “You are the only person I ever want. I’ve been cursed since the very first day I met you…”

The bead of precum that had been slowly growing on the tip of his cock fell onto the bed once your words registered in his brain. And Minho realised then that he, too, had been cursed since the very first day he met you. Cursed to be in love with you for the rest of his days, cursed to have to ignore that fact and live in this arrangement you two had conjured.

Leaning in, he captured your lips again, and the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as he started to kiss you was enough for him to know just how true it all was.

“Go faster”, Minho mumbled against your lips between kisses, picking up the pace of his fingers. “C’mon, baby, I know you’re close. Rub your precious little clit faster. I need you to come on my fingers”. 

“But…” You started to protest, but you sped up your motions anyway, squirming, whining. “It’s too soon”. 

“Doesn’t matter”, Minho kept flicking his fingers against your sweet spot, just as you kept pleasuring yourself. “I’ll get you to come again later. We’ve got all night. Please, love…”

He returned his mouth to your nipple, suckling and licking the hardened bud. You were swearing a lot, writhing a lot, and as soon as the most desperate ‘close…’ fell from your lips, he trapped your nipple between his teeth, nibbling softly on the sensitive flesh. Your whole body shook with your release, and your moans mingled with his own groans of satisfaction. He revelled in the way your walls clamped around his fingers, in the squelching sounds produced by the movement of his fingers going in and out of your heat. 

Minho let go of your nipple, already knowing it’d be too much for you after your high. Your hand on your clit stopped, but you kept your fingers there, applying pressure to prolong your release just as he kept slowly stimulating your walls.

“Fuck…” You finally moved your hand away from between your legs, and your body slumped on the bed, a clear signal that your high was over. 

Pulling his fingers from your core, he slid them up to tease your sensitive clit for a second, chuckling at the jolt of your body with the contact. You looked so absolutely stunning like this. Flushed, panting, almost glowing. 

Holding your gaze, he brought his fingers to his mouth, savouring your taste as he licked them clean. You swallowed, and Minho removed his fingers from his mouth, only to bring them to yours. “Open up, sweetheart”. 

And you did. Letting him ease his fingers inside your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his digits oh, so perfectly, and your tongue lapped him up just as your eyes closed and your brows pulled together with a muffled moan. “Look at you… Always eager to give a good suck”. 

You hummed, nodding. 

“Most beautiful girl in the galaxy”, he couldn’t help but say as he looked at you eagerly sucking on his fingers, as he felt your tongue lick his digits. 

When he removed his fingers from your mouth, he finally leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead, and moving to connect your mouths once again right after. He hugged you close, laying on top of you and covering you with as much of his body as he could, enjoying your warmth.

Minho finally let you take a breather, removing his mouth from yours to instead press kisses on your collarbone. You sighed, content, and the way you massaged his scalp as you held him close had heat spreading in his chest and face, probably making him blush like a fool.

“Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in months…” you mumbled, still slightly breathless. Minho chuckled, resting his weight on one elbow to look at your face, smiling softly at you. 

“And we’re only just getting started, hm?” Minho kissed you briefly, pulling away from you when he felt your hand wrap around his length, stroking him leisurely. “Nuh-uh. None of that”, he tugged your hand away from his cock, eliciting a pout in response.

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

“Oh, baby…” Minho stretched his arm, blindly reaching for the knob of the drawer of your nightstand. “Want you to touch me so much”, he blindly rummaged through it, quickly finding the box of condoms he knew you kept there. “But I want you so fucking bad right now. Need to be inside you now or I’ll combust”. 

You chuckled against his lips when he leaned in to press a quick peck on your lips. Pulling himself from you for a moment, he focused on the box in his hand, dumping the contents on the bed by your head and grabbing a single packet.

There were still as many as he had seen last time he was here with you. 

Minho quickly tore the foil packet open and slid the condom on his length, giving himself a couple of tentative pumps to make sure it was all secure. Lining himself with your entrance, he teased you for a moment, lost in your lustful gaze and the way you bit your lip in anticipation, lost in the burning desire inside of him. 

He couldn’t help but kiss you again, right as he started to ease his cock between your walls. You moaned, holding him tightly, kissing him desperately. Minho simply grunted, and he started to feel lightheaded just by your warmth around him. You were so intoxicating, and the feeling of you around him was so familiar, and even a bit comforting. As he slid centimetre after centimetre within your core, he was reminded of why he was here.

Because you were warm. 

Because you were home.

Once he bottomed out, he propped himself up to look at your face. One of your hands came to rest on his cheek, and your thumb softly caressed his skin. Minho turned his head a bit, just enough to kiss your palm as he started to move. The feel of you around him, warm, tight, wet, made him close his eyes, made him quietly moan as he enjoyed the onslaught of sensations coursing through him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your heel dug on his ass, trying to get him closer to you. 

“Harder”, was all you mumbled, and it made him chuckle and open his eyes. 

“I’m trying to be careful and you want me to go harder?” Minho kept his rhythm slow, almost teasing you.

“Who’s asking you to be careful?” You pressed your lips to his neck, once again making him flush–although at this point he wasn’t sure if the flush had diminished at all since he came into this room. “It’s been too long, darling. Six months, three weeks, and two days, to be exact. I missed you, and all I want is for you to fucking ruin me, Minho”.

“Shit, what am I gonna do with you…” 

Pulling himself away from your embrace, he sat straighter, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and starting a brutal pace right then and there. The moan of surprise that came out of your mouth as soon as he started moving fueled him, it almost made him lightheaded, making him completely forget where you two were, not caring if people heard you at all.

Minho wasn’t sure where to focus; on your tits bouncing with every single one of his thrusts, on the way your face scrunched up in bliss, on the absolutely divine feeling of you wrapped so snugly around him… All combined had sparks of pleasure racing up and down his spine, had his head spinning.

“Is this what you wanted?” With a tight grip on your thigh, keeping your leg flush to him, making sure to hit that area within your walls that would make you produce all those sounds he wanted to hear. 

You nodded, swallowing as you brought a hand to his abdomen, sinking your nails into his flesh. The sting made him grunt, made him throw his head back and snap his hips just a tad faster.

“Look at me”, you mumbled, somehow both commanding and breathless, dragging your nails down his abdomen. As soon as Minho complied, your lascivious gaze almost made him burst. Eye contact was a thing that you always enjoyed, but he wasn’t too sure he’d be able to stand it for long, not at this moment at least. The way you looked at him always made him want to blow, especially so after months of no physical contact.

Minho just chuckled, finding your breast with his free hand to knead the flesh and pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a strained moan from you, making you bite your lip to keep your volume in check. “Are you trying to make me blow?”

As soon as the question came out of his mouth, he felt you clench around him, and he couldn’t help but groan at the sensation. He knew you were doing it on purpose, you always liked to work him up, get him to lose his sanity with the simplest things, and he always fell for it, because it was just so good. “What if I am?”

“You sound… Way too self-assured for someone who’s… Borderline gasping for air, you know?” 

The laugh that had started to bubble over from you got caught in your throat, replaced by a string of swear words as Minho moved his hand from your breast to your mound and pressed his thumb on your clit. He might’ve been struggling, but he was determined to get you to struggle as well.

You swallowed, licking your lips as you clearly tried to pull yourself together enough to bicker with him. “But you like it, huh?” 

“I fucking do, shit…” He just sped up his fingers, trying to get you to your peak as fast as possible.

Minho really couldn’t tell how much time passed of him pounding into you, rubbing your clit and tugging on your nipples, and he honestly didn’t care, either. This was always the best part, getting to lose himself in the moment, pleasuring you and getting pleasure of his own just by the feel of you there, under him, around him.

Every time you spoke, it brought him increasingly closer to the edge, your ‘just like that, baby’, and your frequent and almost incomprehensible ‘so fucking good’ simultaneously going to his head and his cock, fueling him even further. When you finally came, he couldn’t hold back the groans that came out of his mouth in tandem with your moans. The feeling of you clenching so tightly around him sent a shiver down his spine, and before he knew it, he was leaning into you, kissing you deeply, messily as he chased his own release.

You held him tightly, tiny squeals muffling against his lips as he kept his relentless pace. The sudden sting of your nails trailing down his back was the final push he needed. Minho saw white for a brief moment, groaning and grunting and maybe even moaning at the feel of your teeth sinking on his bottom lip, at the feel of your hands on his back, and your hips flush to his as he filled the condom inside of you–the only physical barrier between his body and yours.

All that pent up tension he’d been harbouring for months and months seemed to quickly evaporate from his muscles as he melted into you, into your kiss and your tight hug. His ears were ringing a bit, but he didn’t mind. All he could care about was the fact that you were right there, pressed completely against him.

After he left one more kiss on your lips, he pulled back just enough to look at you. You smiled at him, a genuine smile that had his heart skipping every other beat inside his ribcage. He returned the gesture, just as you brought your hand to push his now soaked fringe away from his forehead, pulling him down to press a kiss right there, making him chuckle in disbelief.

Once he pulled himself away from you completely, he carefully slid the condom off of his length, tying a knot to make sure nothing spilled out. Taking the discarded foil packed, he placed it on your nightstand and laid the condom on top of it to dispose of later. 

As he laid back down, he simply looked at you. You had that look in your eyes, the one you hardly ever showed to the people around you… Vulnerability. Minho always saw it after you two had sex, and he knew that under that vulnerability there was something, many unsaid words that you wouldn’t dare say out loud to him. 

“Marry me”, Minho broke the silence, and you huffed an incredulous chuckle.

“Aren’t you tired of asking me to marry you?” 

“Are you tired of me asking you to marry me?”

You went silent for a moment, just looking into his eyes. Minho didn’t really need you to respond, he knew what the answer was. 

“No, I’m not”, you replied simply, exactly what he knew you would say. “How would we even make a marriage work? We can’t even make a relationship work, Lee Minho”. 

“We’ve never tried”. 

It was true. Although the connection he shared with you was laps more than physical, you’d never entertained the possibility of a relationship. You hadn’t let him try, and he hadn’t been persistent–sure, he asked you to marry him every other encounter you had, but he never really pushed it. Because he knew it was a complex situation, him being an outlaw, a pirate, a rebel, and you being a smuggler, both probably with hefty bounties on your heads.

“Do you want to try?” you sounded genuinely incredulous, almost as if you had just realised that he was being genuine about it.

Minho propped his head on his elbow, just looking at you. And then it dawned on him. “You’ve never thought I was being serious when I asked you to marry me before, have you?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, but ultimately, you shook your head, and he couldn’t help but scoff, dropping his head back on the bed to stare at the ceiling. 

“Well, I have been. Every time”.

“But why?” Your voice was barely a whisper, and when he turned to look at you his heart clenched just by seeing tears collect in your eyes. You didn’t let them fall, though.

“Because I love you”, Minho replied simply. “You’re clever, fun, one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, you’ve saved my life numerous times. Whenever I’m with you I feel at peace, and when I’m not, I worry about you, about your health, or I wonder if you’re out there getting yourself in trouble and I’m not there to help… I’ve just… Been in love with you for years, and I can’t keep on going pretending that I’m not. That I’m okay leaving your bed or an inn or you leaving my ship as if I don’t want you to stay”.

Minho could feel the lump in his throat, the way his voice shook slightly, but he didn’t care. He needed to let those thoughts out now, otherwise he wasn’t sure how long it would be until he got this boost of courage again. He honestly hadn’t even realised how much he’d been hurting with this until the words came out of his mouth. He’d spent years pretending this arrangement was fine. It clearly wasn’t. At least not anymore.

You went quiet for a while. A long while. Minho was honestly starting to second-guess ever opening his mouth, and it was just as he was about to stand up from that bed that you finally moved, wrapping one of your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

“I hadn’t thought… I didn’t think…” You were rambling, your voice was muffling against his skin, it was hard to understand anything you were saying with the verbiage that was coming out of your mouth

“Hey… It’s okay”, Minho dragged his hands up and down your spine, hugging you even tighter against him, effectively stopping your ramble. “Breathe…”

You took a deep breath, draping your leg over his hips and pulling him even closer to you, which did ease his worries a bit–at least you weren’t kicking him out of your bed just yet.

“You smell nice…” You mumbled suddenly, rubbing your face on his chest. It immediately made his heart race and his chest flush. Minho wanted to say something, but honestly, the words were stuck in his throat, suddenly feeling bashful, as if he wasn’t naked on your bed after having sex with you.

When you finally pulled away from his chest, you looked him in the eyes, looking incredibly vulnerable. Minho simply brought a hand to your cheek, feeling your heated skin under his palm as his thumb moved back and forth.

“Minho… Every time you go, every time I leave, my heart just hurts so much. And I honestly don’t know how to deal with it. With my feelings, or how we could even make this work”.

“I’m sure we can figure something out… Maybe not today, maybe not even this week, but I’m sure we can”.

You closed your eyes then, heaving a sigh. “You know this isn’t gonna be easy, right?”

“I’m aware”, Minho’s lips quirked up a bit, suddenly amused by your choice of words, and he couldn’t help but bring even more clarity to it. “It hasn’t been easy until now, either, has it?” You gave him a smile as well, opening your eyes again. “I’m willing to take my chances. I… Really want to try”.

Your gaze flickered between his eyes for a bit, and then you were leaning in, pressing a tender, brief kiss on his lips. 

“I want that, too”, you whispered, pecking his lips once again, murmuring the most tender ‘I love you’ as you hugged him even tighter, making Minho go impossibly redder, making his heart beat so fast he thought it would leap out of his chest. “If you don’t come back alive from your insane borderline suicide mission, I’ll personally go to the afterlife and kill you again”.

Minho chuckled, pecking your lips. “If you help me then you can make sure I don’t die at all, sweetheart”.

“Huh, so that’s why you’re here now professing your love to me? Trying to seduce me into helping you fulfil your pirate affairs?” Pushing him to lay on his back, you got on top of him, kissing him time and time again. His heart felt as if it was ready to burst, and for a brief moment, it was almost as if everything was okay. As if everything would be fine.

“Need I remind you you brought me into this room yourself?” With a hand on your bum and the other on the back of your neck, Minho simply kept kissing you, uncaring of anything happening outside of these walls. 

“Don’t change the topic”.

“Is it working, though? Am I successfully seducing you?”

You scoffed at that, pressing one loud, final kiss on his lips before you shuffled around, sitting on him, straddling his hips, and placing your hands on his chest. “Of course I’m gonna fucking help you, Lee Minho. But not because you’ve got the best stroke game I’ve ever experienced, but because I stupidly believe in your cause”.

“Gods… Keep inflating my ego, please”, Minho couldn’t help but groan. His hands immediately found your hips, kneading the soft flesh there. “I just love it when you do”.

“I know you do”, you grinned, dragging one of your hands all over his flushed chest, up his neck, finally settling it on his cheek.

Minho caught your hand in his, keeping it in place as he turned to press a kiss to your palm. Your gaze shifted then, that playful glint you usually had when you teased him replaced by something else, something akin to love, maybe even hope. And in that moment, he seriously believed everything would be okay. That he’d be able to save his friends, free the slaves, and make it out alive. That he’d finally get to truly be by your side.

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Welcome to my little meta analysis essay called

Why do we misremember Flower Husbands as being “nicer” than it was?

Disclaimer: I’m not here to talk about whether or not FH is “toxic” or anything like that. It’s just a fact that many old fans rewatching FH POV and new fans who are watching it for the first time after seeing fan content tend to be surprised at how they actually behaved in the series compared to how everyone remembered them being back in the day. This will NOT go over whether or not I think FH is unhealthy or whatever and instead just discuss why I believe this phenomenon has happened.

So, if I try to make this a fancy well written essay, I’ll be here all day, so I’ll just get to the point. 3rd Life came out during the DSMP era of mcyt. MCRP has been around for ages, but the DSMP style of RP (which I’ll be calling “smp rp”) was pretty much popularized by DSMP, mostly towards the end of 2020. For reference, 3rd Life started early 2021, so there’s about a half a year between these two events, and DSMP kept going for years so 3rd Life was absolutely happening during the golden era of DSMP.

But what does DSMP have to do with this? Well, it sort of created this idea of “lore” and only specific things being “canon”. You can make fun of me for the way I worded that, but you know what I mean, DSMP was weird about that stuff. I don’t really blame them as it was kind of a new style of RP they accidentally spawned, but still, it was a confusing time for SMPs.

3rd Life was actually less like DSMP and more like the modern SMP RPs, where there’s no (known, lol) scripted events and the fandom itself deciphers what is or isn’t “canon” rather than it being told to them, with mostly everything being considered canon. HOWEVER, I do believe that DSMP’s style did still affect the fandom, specifically with the topic of this essay, Flower Husbands.

But why would it only really affect Flower Husbands? Now we get into a rough topic: shipping discourse. Back in those days, shipping in the mcyt fandom was heavily frowned upon. Moreso than it is today (I know it’s still around, but it was a lot worse the earlier we go lol). I’ve even seen old relics of ppl saying flower husbands should only be portrayed as platonic cuz it’s wrong to ship them, despite their team name literally being husbands. But more importantly, for A LOT of people, flower husbands was the One Ship people felt “allowed” to ship, BECAUSE it was canon. So they would allow FH and shun every other ship.

My point isn’t actually that, with it being the only “acceptable” ship everyone tried to make it more wholesome, though I suppose that could be a contributor. But my ACTUAL point is where all the things I laid out finally close in on each other:

Ships were a Dangerous territory in mcyt fandom, and ships being “canon” was something a lot of people weren’t prepared to deal with. People don’t want to get too close to RPF territory, but back in the day their ideas of c! vs cc! wasn’t as great, so they default to the DSMP Rule of “if it’s stated to be roleplay, then it’s canon to the characters, if not, it’s noncanon and just the CCs hanging out”.

You see where I’m going with this? When trying to follow this rule for a character relationship where they don’t explicitly state what is or isn’t RP, they hear “we’re married” and instantly mark that as canon to the characters since it clearly isn’t true to the CCs, and tend to block out anything else, otherwise you’re risking it not actually being true to the characters. Especially when it’s things like Scott saying something mean about Jimmy; that directly contradicts the “these characters are in love” thing, so it must not be canon, right?

But wouldn’t people still remember that these things happened, or did they actually straight up not process any of it? My answer to that is: of course everyone was paying attention, but with the context that it’s the CCs playing a video game, all of the teasing and other behavior seems WAY less serious. It just looks like average friends playing a hunger games smp together. And as I explained earlier, the fandom was ONLY processing this as a CC thing, so Scott’s treatment of Jimmy never stood out because that’s just how it is playing games.

Back to DSMP, I’m not active in that fandom anymore but I’ll see snippets sometimes, and I’ve seen the claim that beeduo was actually boring in canon and the fandom was the one that made it interesting. I feel like this is exactly what happened with FH. Nobody was actually expecting anyone to go hard into romantic roleplay, so the fans just take whichever pair says they’re getting married and fill in the blanks themselves. And that was normal back then, it wasn’t fans making stuff up for no reason, it was kind of expected of us.

So yeah, I personally believe that this whole confusion about FH is a result of its time. Whether you want to finally look at the actual substance of the relationship rather than following weird rules about what is or isn’t “canon”, or you believe that since FH was from a time where romantic RP was confusing and weird it would make the most sense to take into account the time period it came from and ignore the less appealing bits in favor of the fanon, I don’t really care honestly. But man isn’t this an interesting situation.

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Track you down pt.5

Pairing: yautja (feral) x f!reader 

Warnings: hunting killing animals | size kink | breeding | monster fucking | monster loving | NSFW

Summary: As you spend more time with your yautja, you start to learn more about him and his culture, working your way towards “proving” yourself to the others of his species. You also learn there's a 5th season in the year.

Words: 2, 885

Notes: This is smut smut smut. I’m here going through one of my thirsty moods and just kept writing, and this chapter came out of it. Not sorry. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, NSFW chapter.

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words used: sain’ja - warrior ooman - human ~~~

You never knew you could be capable of so much strength and agility. Even your senses got sharper afterwhile, since you weren't over stimulated by the mess of daily city life and stress from your work.

Hunting was a big part of his culture. Hunting for trophies, glory, social status in their clans. The first time you went hunting with your Yautja, he was pleasantly surprised. He took you to another part of his planet which was close to being a typical forest you knew well back home. You had some doubts about yourself at first, but you had some hunting knowledge in you after all. When you were a kid, your father occasionally took you with him to hunt. You learnt patience, handling rifles and staying hidden using the wind direction so the animals couldn’t smell you. It was years, but you still remembered it all. The fact you had your dog with you on the hunt helped too. To your Yautja disappointment, you weren't able to finish the first couple of hunts fully, but that changed over time. You two were going on adventures almost daily, each hunt taking longer and longer as you got stronger. You got numb to all the blood and death, finally hunting down and killing your first prey.

But can't we just go to Earth? We can get a bunch of food and other stuff for me, you've always kept asking him but he refused everytime. 

It's too dangerous considering the mess I've left there, was always his reply. 

He meant that it was dangerous for you, not him. Massacred soldiers in your house, blood and guts everywhere, alien fluids on the couch mixed with yours. He was right, you were not able to go near Earth for quite some time. You were surprised how little you missed your old life, your friends and even your family. Sometimes you wondered if they were even searching for you, or the government covered it all up so no one worried about you. They were more than capable of doing that.

When you two weren’t adventuring together, you stayed in his ship all the time. It was his home all the time, except the few occasions he came back to his homeland. He didn’t let you just wander around and explore by yourself to your disappointment.

You are not ready yet, he always said.

Not ready for this, not ready for that, not the right time for this and that. You didn’t understand what he was waiting for all the time, what he was afraid of. He was worried about other Yautjas finding out about you, maybe that was why?

When the time is right, you need to… prove yourself, was the reply to your question about his clan mates.

From what you knew about him and his species so far, you were almost certain that proving yourself meant obtaining some kind of worthy prey. Killing it and getting a trophy of it. You always shivered at the thought, not wanting to think about it any longer. Of course you were able to hunt some smallish animals, surprisingly similar to the earth ones, but you knew those weren't anything worthy enough in Yautjas eyes.

His ship was rather big, but soon you realized it's not big enough for you to get some time alone without your Yautja. He wanted to be near you at all times. You slowly learnt all his body and mandible language. You also learnt he was quite short tempered and he loved to be praised. Lots of things had to be done his way or he got annoyed. During your hunts, he made sure you're watching how he's sneaking to the prey before killing it. He always observed the animals way too long during hunts. For a long time you believed he was doing it only to show off himself, to make you adore him even more. As if it was possible to fall for him more, you always chuckled.

I don't care for the animals, I'm enjoying our time together while doing something I love… and you do too, he explained every time he saw you getting tired at the length of tracking the prey.

You didn't want to admit it but you enjoyed hunting too. The thrill, adrenaline of it. The danger of it, which he protected you from for now. You were looking forward to feeling the danger once the two of you started going after some bigger prey. He always laughed at you for not being able to keep up for as long as him and you were determined to prove him wrong, lasting longer the next hunt. He loved to tease you and you loved to tease him back.

Despite all his short tempered behavior, he had quite some patience with your dog. When your dog kept barking or whining to the point it made even you irritated, he remained calm. One time you caught the two through door space, your dog wagging his tail and licking your mate's knee, while he was using one finger to scratch your dog between his ears gently. It was truly an otherworldly sight as he never showed any interest towards your dog. Most of the time it looked like he regretted not killing him at first sight instead of taking him to the ship. The two of them slowly developed their own language you didn't understand. Different whistles and purring, your dog immediately knew what his new dad wanted. It always made you chuckle. Soon, your mate actually enjoyed having him at hunts and sending him after some small and weak prey and just watching him from the trees.

Cold breeze woke you up from your dream state, realizing your fur cover was gone and you were covered by the shadow of your mate, towering over you sitting at your legs. It was still dark, but you could see his yellow eyes piercing into yours with lust. 

The sexual tension between you two was almost touchable and not decreasing at all. It was only growing if anything. He was really demanding the past few days, wanting to touch you at any chance, be as close to you as possible. He was inhaling your scent way more often as if something had changed. Sometimes he seemed like he couldn’t control himself near you. He didn't know what personal space meant and you had a doubt he wanted to know, but you enjoyed his presence, his touches. You enjoyed the feeling of being wanted so bad. When you got overwhelmed, he had his ways to make you change your mind and you always let him have his way because you enjoyed it as well. It was all teasing games, you knew he wouldn't touch you if you really didn't want to. The way he honored and respected you, no one ever treated you like that.

You blinked at him, trying to wake yourself up. As you wanted to sit up, he leaned closer to you and placed his hand on your chest. Claws tickling your bare skin as he slid his hand under your shirt, giving you goosebumps. 

"Can't we take a single day off?" You laughed and stretched your body.

You wanted him, feeling the lust grow as your eyes ran over his muscular chest, but your lower area was still quite sore from yesterday. You could use a break. 

"Can't help it," he purred and squeezed your breast softly, making you moan silently. "I want to breed you."

"Breed me?" You asked confused. "I'm still a little sore down… down there." 

You placed your hand on your abdomen area and he tilted his head. 

"Maybe it just needs a massage."

Twirling the mandibles, his hand slid down from your breast right down to your crotch and rubbed against your clit. Your cheeks immediately heated up as you felt the pleasure growing in your lower belly. He nuzzled on your cheek with mandibles, his typical way of kissing. 

"It is the right time," he purred into your ear. "Mating season."

You blinked confused. 

"Mating season? What?" You asked between moans as he kept playing with your clit.

"It means it's breeding time… and I am gonna breed you."

You had a feeling it's not like a normal round you two had before, he wouldn't specify that I'm gonna breed you otherwise. He immediately felt your tension and hesitation. 

"Want me to leave? Say it, sain'ja."

When you opened your mouth to reply, he added pressure into the hand rubbing your clit, making you swallow all words you wanted to say and keep moaning instead. 

He for sure has his ways to make things go how he wants, you smirked in your mind.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to you. He clicked his mandibles, satisfied. You slid your hands down from his neck and found the clip on his belt, removing it together with him getting rid of your panties. His member slapped against your belly, reminding you of his size. He sat between your legs, grabbing them and placing them up against his shoulders.

"You know our DNA can't be combined, right?" 

"Even if it's true, I'm going to fill you up anyway." He replied in a deep growl.

He started to stroke his cock slowly, his eyes closing with pleasure.

If? Shot through your mind. You were certain two different species can't successfully breed. Maybe…

"Maybe there's a chance if we try hard enough," he said and placed his hand on your stomach. 

He easily covered your whole stomach from side to side with just one hand. It kept fascinating him, how small you were compared to him. Such a small ooman, able to handle yautja. Your small frame, trembling under his behemoth one, aroused him insanely. His cock twitched and he hissed, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you up towards him impatiently. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, you let out another needy moan. Your back arched in an unnatural position but you ignored it, your mind overwhelmed by the lust and thought of being railed by him. He slid his length inside you fully and started to thrust in a quick pace. You gasped in surprise, still needing a little bit of time to adjust to his size even though you two had many many rounds before. Without stopping or slowing down, his yellow eyes were fixated on your face, watching it grimace in pleasure. Your lips partly opened, moaning. He dug his fingers into your thighs, keeping them from falling off his shoulders. 

The position you were in made the whole act more intense. You never felt him so deep inside before, hitting your pleasure spot at such angle. Your vision was blacking out with every thrust he made. You heard him purr louder and louder as his pace increased. He let go of your legs and you slid down on the bed. Within a blink of an eye, both of you rolled around and you were on top of him, positioning yourself onto his member. You watched his face as you lowered yourself and his full length disappeared inside of you. His mandibles widened in pleasure. You felt his cock pulsating and started to ride him. Slowly at first, enjoying every single second, but he grew impatient quickly and pushed you down holding your waist, setting the pace as he wanted. You enjoyed teasing him, but also didn't want to prolong the climax you both were hungry for.

As your surroundings filled up with moans, your heart was beating rapidly and you felt your walls tighten around your mate's cock. His grip on your waist tightened as well and when you both came and you started to get weakened by the pleasure, wanting to lay next to him. He pushed you down into his crotch, the tip of his twitching cock so deep it was touching your cervix. Keeping you in place, you felt his warm seed filling you up. His claws scratched the surface of your soft skin as he released his load till the last drop. You felt the growing wetness underneath you, your pussy couldn’t even take all the cum. It was dripping out, even though you were still plugged by his cock. 

He released an annoyed hiss as he realized it’s dripping out of you because you were sitting on top of him. Fingers still dug into your sides, he shifted you under him with one quick move. You felt his cock still pulsate inside of you, making sure no more cum dropped out. He moved his hand to your cheek and caressed it with a finger, tickling your face with his mandibles, both of you enjoying the moment of intimacy.

You experienced many wild stuff with your mate already not only in sex, but this was the most wild and hot stuff so far. You could say it was one of the sweetest things too as you were all locked under him, surrounded by his strong arms, your face cupped by his and his hand. Raising your hand, you gently played with his dreadlocks. They were extremely sensitive, but touching them softly and running your fingers through them gently enough brought him much pleasure. 

“Not done yet?” You smirked, feeling his member growing and hardening in you again.

“This was just the beginning, my little brave ooman,” he groaned in reply and started to move slowly. “Breeding is a long, precise process.”

You knew he couldn’t smirk, but you swore you saw a big one on his face at that moment. Your body was weak already from the orgasm you just had and you felt like you had no energy, but when you felt him moving inside of you again, barely hitting the right spot, all the tiredness faded away. New wave of energy rushed through your body and you rocked your hips against his, wanting him to hit the spot fully. This time it took long before both of you were panting, filling the room with moans again. You were being filled with another load of his cum, mixing with your juices. Everything under you was wet and covered in it. 

Trying to catch your breath, calming your heart rate, you watched him pull his cock out of you completely covered in the mix of yours and his cum. Your arms, wrapped around his shoulders till now, fell next to your head. You were exhausted, out of your mind from another orgasm. He locked his fingers with yours and stared at you silently, covering your face with his hot breath, till you calmed down enough. 

Right when you opened your mouth to ask him about the length of the whole mating season, as he called it, you were flipped over on your belly and felt his cock near your entrance once again. If you thought two rounds were enough already, you were up for a real wild and long ride. He stood up on his knees and pulled up your butt. The second he let go of your sides, your legs lost balance and you felt like falling back down on your belly. Your legs were too weak to support you. Letting out a satisfied groan as he saw how good he fucked you, he positioned you back up and kept supporting you on his own, sliding his full length back into you.

Oh my–, shot through your mind before it went dark from the non stopping pleasure. 

~

Hours later of constant breeding, as he kept calling it, you laid motionless on the bed. Feeling like a ragdoll and covered in sweat, with your lower body covered in cum, weighed down by the full weight of your yautja who just collapsed on top of you. 

"My little sainja." He whispered. "Full of surprises."

It was the final round, even he was already exhausted. 

"Usually only strong female Yautjas are capable of such breeding."

You were dizzy, only noticing the deafening heartbeat making both of your bodies vibrate. Before, you believed it's impossible for two different species to have an offspring, but after being filled with cum whole day to the point you felt like it's in your stomach as well, you doubted it. If it was possible, you knew your mate was the one to make it happen.

You tried to move, but it felt like your whole body became one big piece of jelly. You gave up and coughed, sending a signal to your mate that it's hard to breathe underneath his weight. It was hard for him to move as well, but he shoved himself off you and rested right next to you instead. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you to him tightly like a teddy bear. The now calm, deep breathing of your Yautja snoozing, resonating in your ears as your head was right on his chest, made your eyes feel heavy quickly. You really wanted to go and wash away all the sweat and juices you both were covered in, but your body wasn't listening to you at all. You snuggled on his chest and let your eyes close, falling to sleep feeling completely exhausted, safe and loved.

[ghostofskywalker]

hi could you do an hurt/comfort echo x gn jedi reader? maybe something about echo comforting reader because everytime they close their eyes, they’re reminded of order 66 and as a result they’ve become sleep deprived and they can’t meditate to calm themself down.

hello, here it is!! i hope you enjoy :)

words: 1,587

summary: Every time you close your eyes, you're reminded of the painful memories of Order 66. But as much as you've tried to keep this from the rest of the Bad Batch, it's more obvious than you realize, and it's Echo who is finally able to help you.

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Here For You

Every time you closed your eyes, the horrifying memories returned.

“You are a traitor to the Republic.”

“Execute the Jedi.”

“Don’t try to run.”

The sound of your desperate pleas filled your head as you stared down the blasters of your commander and lieutenant, the hand that was clutching your lightsaber shaking with fear.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Hail, Grave… You know me. You know I’m not a traitor.”

“I don’t want to have to defend myself against you.”

The most distressing aspect of that day was the way the Force felt, a kind of crushing pain and emptiness that you later learned was the repercussions of the extermination of every other Jedi, all at the hands of their trusted clone leaders and partners. You were lucky that you weren’t facing down an entire army, and you were able to knock your two commanding officers out before making your escape to space, but you knew that your fellow Jedi had not experienced that same circumstance.

And now, as quite possibly the last of your kind left in existence, you couldn’t let go of those painful memories. The feeling of crushing pain and the horror of staring down two men you considered to be some of your closest confidants simply did not want to leave, despite the fact that it had been months since the order was given.

You were traveling with the Bad Batch now, having met them in a moment of sheer luck, and you were grateful to have found people who at least somewhat understand the world you lived in and the danger of the galaxy. You had never worked with them during the war, but after you rescued Omega from a bounty hunter and she couldn’t stop talking about “the one with the lightsaber,” they tracked you down and offered you a place on their ship. You had clearly been wary of them at first, but once it was proved that their chips were all removed (and that most of them had never even activated in the first place), you became a member of the crew.

They had shown you so much kindness and patience as you adjusted to the new life you lived, and you didn’t want to appear weak in front of them. Every time you closed your eyes those memories returned, and you tried as hard as you could not to let your fatigue show when you were in their company. You offered to keep watch any time you could, often encouraging the other members of the team to get some sleep, because you never could. In particular, you wanted to keep all of this from Echo, who you had developed something of a crush on since joining the team. Both of you had not been original members of the squad, instead finding your place here after the fact, and because of that you couldn’t help the way you were drawn to him.

Sometimes you wondered if the other realized something was off about you. Hunter occasionally looked like he was going to say something, and there was often a concerned expression on Wrecker, Tech, and Echo’s faces, but none of them ever broached the topic with you. What hurt the most was that you couldn’t even meditate, because the moment you tried to look into the force, you felt that pain and sorrow again and it wasn’t long before the memories were front and center in your mind.

It was one of those sleepless nights again, and you had kicked Tech out of the cockpit of the Marauder so he could get some sleep. The ship was hurtling through hyperspace, and beauty of the blue streaks that surrounded the vessel was enough to keep the negative thoughts and painful memories at bay for a little while, even if it did nothing about the crushing feeling of tiredness that blanketed your body.

You were startled slightly when you heard someone else enter the cockpit, and you turned to see Echo step through the door, his thin frame covered by a large blanket and a sleepy expression on his face.

“You can go back to bed if you’d like,” you said, returning your gaze to once again stare through the windshield. “I’m okay here.”

“It’s fine,” Echo responded, sitting down in his chair at the front of the ship. “You should really get some rest.”

That was not the response you were looking for. Clearly Echo would rather be cuddled up in his bunk dreaming about loth cat snuggles and freshly baked cookies, so why wasn’t he leaving at your proposition? “I did already,” you said. “I really don’t mind keeping watch for the rest of the night, so don’t worry about me.”

Echo was silent, and it seemed as if he was deciding whether or not he should say anything in response. Eventually, it seemed that his impulses won out. “According to Hunter you didn’t sleep last night, and I’m sure Tech would say the same thing about tonight if asked.”

“I slept!” That was a bold-faced lie, but you hoped that you might still be able to get him to believe you.

“When?” Echo asked softly. You suddenly felt a pang of what seemed like shame, and you knew he wasn’t mad at you, but you still didn’t want to disappoint or worry him.

“Last week,” you mumbled softly, hoping he heard “last night” instead.

To his credit, Echo didn’t react much, other than with slightly widened eyes. “Why?”

Not wanting to lie anymore, you looked down at the floor of the cockpit, taking a deep breath before responding to the question. “Because every time I close my eyes, I relive it.”

Echo paused, then reached over to lay his hand on top of yours. “Order 66?” he asked softly, and you nodded.

“I can’t fall asleep without that day plaguing my brain,” you said. “So now I have to wait until my body simply cannot take the exhaustion of being awake for so long and I practically collapse.”

The look in Echo’s eyes was exactly why you didn’t want to tell anyone in the first place. You could tell that he pitied you, and you didn’t want them to see you as useless, or Maker forbid, broken. “Has anything else helped you forget for a little bit?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Every time I get into my bunk it’s like that day is suddenly etched into my brain.”

“Have you tried sleeping anywhere else?”

You looked at him with a confused expression on your face. “I don’t think anyone would really be willing to give up their bunk for me if that’s what you’re asking.”

“First of all, I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” he said. “But I meant anywhere else on the ship.”

You shook your head, and Echo just nodded before getting up and disappearing from the cockpit. You could hear him walking around the ship, and you wondered what he was doing, and how this could possibly help you.

Moments later, he returned with an arm full of pillows and at least two more blankets draped over his shoulders. Laying the pillows down on the floor, he returned with even more of them, and you found yourself wondering where he had found all these cushions. You could only watch in confusion as he lowered himself down onto the makeshift nest in the corner of the ship and patted the space next him.

You must have looked completely and utterly bewildered at this point. “What are you doing?”

If you can’t sleep in your bunk, maybe you’ll have better luck here. This spot sits right above the primary engine of the ship, and the soft hum and gentle movement should help lull you to a calmer state.”

You were touched that he was willing to do this for you, but you still didn’t like the idea of having to rely on others for help. Unfortunately though, it seemed that it could no longer be avoided, so you sat down next to him and rested your back against the wall.

Echo fluffed the blankets up so that they covered both of you, and you were grateful for the warmth and comfort. Obviously it wasn’t as soft as laying down on a plush mattress, but you had hope that this would be the thing that helped you fall asleep. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, and you leaned your head against his shoulder. You felt him softly kiss the top of your head and move closer to you, placing his arm around your waist. “I’m here for you.”

This was the moment of truth, and much to your surprise, a sense of peace settled over you, one that you haven’t felt in quite some time. Clearing your mind was easier than it had been in the past, and you felt your eyes droop as they grew heavier, your body grateful for the chance at peace and rest for a little while.

“Thank you Echo,” you said sleepily, snuggling up to him. “I really appreciate this.”

He hummed in response, allowing you to get closer to him. “I’ll be here when you wake up, cyar’ika,” he said. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

Yesterday you would have laughed at that statement, telling him that it would be impossible not to worry, but right now, as you finally drifted off to sleep for the first time in what felt like forever, you were starting to believe it was true. 

- the end -

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[cas-kingdom]

Hi! For the five line fic could you possibly do “I’m not afraid to die.” With whoever you like! Happy Wednesday :)

A/N: Set during OST, when Blackbeard tries to get Jack to jump off the cliff, but instead of threatening Angelica, he holds Will’s sister (reader) at gunpoint.

“I’m not afraid to die,” you spoke through gritted teeth and a harshly clenched jaw, your eyes forced to the side as you glared at the man holding a gun to your head.

Blackbeard laughed, a godawful sound that had your blood boiling. He pushed the barrel of the gun harder against your temple and leaned in close, the smell of his alcohol-riddled breath wavering your senses.

“You might not be afraid of your death,” he said, his voice gravelly, “but he is.” He nodded towards Jack, stood dangerously close to the edge of the cliff he’d been ordered to jump from and into the deep water below.

“Jump, Jack,” Blackbeard ordered once more. “Or I’ll shoot.”

It there were any words capable of pushing Captain Jack Sparrow from his high perch and down a couple notches into reality, it was those. Three words that had him considering every possibility of escape, no matter if most of those possibilities ended with his death. To be frank, he couldn’t care less. Jack had made many promise in his productive lifetime, but the one he held in the highest regard was the one he’d sworn to Will Turner after he had been made Captain of the Flying Dutchman; the promise that Jack would keep Will’s young sister safe as you sailed the seas together. That had been the agreement. Will had much rather you stayed on land with Elizabeth, but he was no fool. In the years you’d spent adventuring with Jack, you’d regained your sea-blood more than him. You belonged to a ship as much as Jack, and Will had allowed it with the half-hearted oath that Jack would not let a single hair on your head come to harm.

He was dangerously close to breaking the promise, and it was the first thing in a while he was choosing not to take lightly.

Cautiously, a newfound stoniness set in his brow, he peered over the edge and down to the rushing water below. He straightened suddenly and spun on his heel to point at Blackbeard. “If I jump—”

“When you jump.”

“—you’ll not harm her?”

Blackbeard’s lips turned upwards in a sickening grin. He lightly waved his hands about. “Not unless you leave with my chalices before I get there, Jack.”

Jack pressed his lips together in a thin line, glancing quickly between Blackbeard and you. Blackbeard and you. Blackbeard and you. Then, somehow, Angelica made the cut, her face clearly wondering what he was going to pick.

Blowing air into one cheek, he rolled his eyes. “Bugger this.”

“Don’t do it, Jack,” you said hurriedly. You hissed in pain as Blackbeard hit the end of the gun against your head. Jack’s expression hardened and he took two steps towards you.

“Not a hair on her head, Blackbeard, you hear me? Harm her in any way and you know I’ll know.”

Blackbeard threw his head back to laugh. “Jack Sparrow! Who knew you’d finally let someone wriggle their way into that black heart of yours?”

Angelica tried not to fidget so much. She valiantly failed, her discomfort at her supposed father’s words masked only by the way she suddenly lurched forward, heading for the cliff edge. “This is nonsense. I’m going.”

Jack pushed past her before anyone could react, leaping off the cliff and plunging down with an echoing scream. It was silent for a moment. Then, you swiftly took advantage of Blackbeard’s loosening grip. You wrenched yourself from his hold, blocking out his yells of “grab her, Quartermaster! Grab her!” When you reached the edge, you wasted no time in stepping off, pinwheeling your arms and letting loose your own screech as gravity yanked you down. 

It happened so quickly that when your entire body became submerged in icy water, your lungs grappling for the air it had so suddenly lost, you panicked for a split second. That was until you felt strong arms wrap around your chest and pull you to the surface where you gasped for air and swept soaking hair from your face before turning to see your saviour.

“Y/N! You jumped?” Jack yelled, still gripping you even as you settled into your surroundings and began to tread the water yourself.

Your mouth dropped open and you splashed water in his face. “I said don’t do it!”

Jack splashed back, much harder than yours. “Didn’t really feel like watching you get shot!”

“Oh, please. Don’t be stupid, stupid! You really think you could do this without me?”

Jack scrunched his face up and let you go, shoving past you to swim to shore. “I could’ve done without you scaring me bloody beard off,” he called back, wondering why wet seemed to be the answer to most incidents recently.

“That’s a no, then, I presume!” You belatedly coughed out salt water before splashing after him, feeling the weight of the water begin to drag you down. Once you got within a foot of him, you surged forward and latched your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“You’re happy I jumped, really, aren’t you?” you asked him as he redoubled his swimming efforts thanks to the new added weight.

“‘Course I am, Pearlie,” he said sincerely, flashing you a gold-toothed grin. 

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send me the first sentence of a fanfic and i’ll write the next five, except i don’t know when to stop writing so i guarantee there’ll be more than five

[vampireapple]

Grief

Warning: this story contains violence, murder, and suicide.

.  .  .  .  .

Humans have strong pack bonding instincts. They are predictably protective of those they consider theirs. They predictably react with danger or violence when their people are threatened. 

What is not predictable is how they react when one of those closest to them dies. 

.  .  .  .  .

The pirate ship they had been sent to capture was drifting in front of them. Captain suspected a trap. 

Three days ago a pirate crew had taken a pair of humans. Their crew had been dispatched to rescue the humans. Five hours go the pirate ship had appeared on their radar, not moving.

Captain ordered the ship captured and boarded. The boarding crew had barely left before they returned, reporting that the ships toxic chemical alarm system was blaring. The crew put on the proper protection and reboarded. 

Everyone on the ship was dead, all sixteen pirates and both humans. Some looked they died from the poison in the air. Others clearly died from violence. The saddest was the humans. They were in a locked cell. The male had clearly been brutalized. The female was curled around him. She had seemingly less severe injuries, indicating she most likely died from poison. 

Captain ordered the security logs and video feeds seized to be reviewed for investigation. The resulting information was... disturbing. 

The humans had been bound on opposite sides of the same cell and left there for nearly a day, presumably as the pirates made their escape. Five pirates finally entered the cell and took turns beating the male to death. It was difficult to watch, made all the worse by the female's reaction. She screamed and begged, thrashing against her bonds, and injuring herself. When the male finally died, she made such a horrible keening wail, as if she herself were dying.

The pirates left the cell for another three hours before two of them entered to remove the female. She was limp until all the rope was removed. She exploded into movement, incapacitating both pirates. She ran, not to an escape pod, but to the engine room. She sabotaged the engine, cutting power to most of the ship. Then she attacked the air filtration system, pumping poison through it. She took several large tools, broke the door so it could not be opened, and went after the crew. She killed four of them before the alarms went off. The pirates went to the engine room, desperate to get inside. She went back to the cell, to be with the male. 

The families of the humans expressed grim satisfaction at the death of the pirates. Justice had been served, they said. 

Humans were known to be a vengeful race. It was understandable to kill those who murdered the male. But to kill all of them? And not even try to escape or survive? Humans were a scary race.

.  .  .  .  .

It was an accident. A freak, one in a billion accident. But that didn't matter. Her sweet baby was still dead. Cheerful Miriam would never again bring her emm a pretty rock or colorful leaf. When Jonathan died of an aneurysm five years ago Rebekah had shattered. She loved her husband dearly, had no idea how to go on. But she had to go on. She had a toddler depending on her. She had to pull herself together. Miriam became Rebekah's world. Now her daughter was dead. 

Rebekah did not want to live anymore. 

.  .

Gerker was saddened by his coworker Rebekah's death. She was a good worker and a good human. Her self-termination was a waste he could not understand. He resolved to ask another human coworker, Sarah, about it at lunch. 

Sarah raised an eyebrow as Gerker joined her and two others at the lunch table, but didn't comment. They were not friends, but everyone in the office was friendly.

"If I may, Sarah," Gerker started "I would like to ask you a question about Rebekah."

Sarah closed her eyes, took a deep breath, held it, let it out, and opened her eyes. "Yes, what question did you have?"

"Rebekah's self-termination seems so pointless. She had much of her life left."  Gerker missed the way Sarah went very still. "She could have found another mate and had anoth-"

Sarah jerked to her feet, her chair clattering back to fall on the ground. She grabbed her ceramic mug and raised it, ready to strike Gerker. Hot liquid spilled over on the floor, the table, Sarah, but she took no notice. The expression on her face, her body language, filled Gerker with dread. He shrank back in his seat. Suddenly he understood why humans were so feared.

They had the attention of everyone in the room. The three other humans, Noah, Hannah, and David, stood and moved closer, putting Gerker in a rough circle of humans. Their body language was not threatening, not yet, just watchful, and ready. The others at the table wisely moved away.

"Did you say that to Rebekah?" The menace in Sarah's voice had shivers going through Gerker.

"Wh- what?" He squeaked.

"Did you tell Rebekah that she could just start a new family?"

Tension in the room elevated as Noah, Hannah and David went from watchful to angry. David jerked, as if he was restraining himself from attacking Gerker.

"No! No, I swear! She was dead before I could tell her!”

Sarah did not waste time by walking around the table, she flipped it over and came within inches

of Gerker, ceramic mug still elevated in a strike position.

"Do not ever,” Sarah snarled, venom in every word "tell someone they can just start a new family. Never."

The room was silent as Sarah stared down Gerker. Noah held out a hand to her. After two beats she took it, allowing herself to be lead from the room. Hannah and David glared at Gerker before following them. 

Most in the room vowed to never speak to a human about death again.

.  .  .  .  .

Vanessa heard someone walk up behind her, but she ignored them as she finished with the breaker box. No need for someone to get an electric shock. When she was done she turned around, not really surprised to see the first mate standing there.

"Hutchington's leave has been extended by another week," he informed her. "His grandfather has also passed."

Vanessa rubbed her face and signed. Her partner had left five days ago to attend his grandma's funeral, and was supposed to be back in two days. "Yeah, I was kind of expecting that."

"Oh?"

She signed again. "Rick's grandparents were basically the dream. High school sweethearts, married right after graduation. They were together for 81 years."

"That does not explain his grandfather's passing. Was he also ill?"

"No, he most likely wasn't. He was probably grief stricken."

"So he was ill."

"No." Venessa made a frustrated sound. How to explain this? "He loved his wife so much he couldn't bear to live without her."

The first mate stared at her, uncomprehending.

"It doesn't happen all the time, but it's not unheard of, especially with couples that have been together a long time. They just... go to sleep and never wake up. When that happens, we say they 'died of a broken heart'."

"... and this is expected?"

"No, not expected, exactly. But not shocking. People just... loose the will to live without the one they love most."

Venessa turned away, done with the conversation. Sympathetic sadness tightened her throat as she put her tools away. Poor Rick. Poor Rick's family.

The first mate did not understand, but he declined to pursue the matter. He did not want to upset Venessa further. The entire situation was bizarre. Only a human could expire from an emotion.

.  .  .  .  .

Author's Note: My favorite uncle unexpectedly passed in March 2022. A friend lost her battle with cancer in June 2022. Grief had been heavily on my mind when I wrote this July 2022. This was the first time I experienced catharses from writing, so this story, as grim and dark as it is, will always be special to me.

EDIT: Here is a link to a sister story In Memoriam

[teecupangel]

I come bearing Unity thoughts. How about Yew Branch style Desmond, but in Revolutionary France? And to just make things interesting... As one of the children of Marquis de Sade

Now, I am merely doing Sequence 5 so I have no idea if they show in the game. But! Consider Desmond low-key having fun at the expense of others. Even if it is only because he is bored, he knows who his father is (historically) and modern time sense of modesty does not measure up to those of his now-contemporary France

In short: Desmond finds Cafe de Theatre and has fun making Arno blush. By using modern style innuendo

Before we start, I will confess that I do plan to write a Yew Branch for August 26, Arno’s birthday, but it’s more or less set before Unity because… uuuhhh… plot reasons? XD

Anyway, I will say AC Unity has the easiest time to just kick Desmond anywhere we want because you can pick anyone from the Nomad Assassins in the companion app and bam, you have Desmond’s new identity.

Also, here’s Desmond being reborn as either Arno’s brother or Élise’s brother/twin and, while this is more focused on AC3, here’s Desmond being reborn as Marie Antoinette.

Okay, let’s set up Desmond’s life as Marquis de Sade’s son.

Now, we actually have two options for this (according to wiki):

Louis Marie de Sade (1767) would be a year older than Arno

Donatien Claude Armand de Sade (1769) would be a year younger than Arno

If you wanna go down the ‘Desmond gets a pussy’ route, there’s Madeleine Laure de Sade (1771) as well, but if we’re gonna give Arno some dick, then I like the idea of Madeleine being a secret fangirl who totally ships her brother (and maybe even her father) with that sexy hooded man.

(As far as I remember, they don’t show Marquis de Sade’s children in the game so we’re good to go)

Regardless of who we pick as Desmond’s new identity (an older man showing Arno the ‘ropes’ or a younger man who Arno believes to be the most dangerous of all… in a very different way), Arno’s in for a very… well… informative time of his life.

The de Sade Family:

Marquis de Sade doesn’t formally invites his children to his ‘new kingdom’ but he will welcome them nonetheless if they do join. He and his wife don’t really have a good relationship so he’s not that close to his children. Desmond would definitely be his favorite and, even if Desmond is reborn as his second son (if we’re going for the younger man route), he would still name Desmond as his heir and successor because, as far as he knows, Desmond is his ‘true child’.

Desmond doesn’t want any title or riches or whatever. He does, however, like Marquis de Sade. As a father? Far better than William Miles, hands down. But honestly? Desmond saw how the Marquis was lonely as not many people understood his ‘true self’. Desmond gets it though since he experimented a lot when he left the Farm and learned how sex could be quite enjoyable. Desmond actually knows more than Marquis de Sade and sorta-kinda acts as his proofreader.

In public, Desmond is considered to be polite and as noble as one gets, heavily leaning on Haytham Kenway’s remaining bleeds. In his father’s new kingdom though… total dom. Known to be the bored prince and there’s a lot of people that try to get his attention in any way they can. Desmond is usually just there to make sure his father doesn’t do anything actually illegal or every ‘depravity’ he does would be done with consent on all sides. He does disappear as soon as his father starts… really going because, yeah, he doesn’t have a kink for that one.

The brother we don’t choose will have an inferiority complex against Desmond and think that Desmond is a depraved sick bastard. But he will also remember how kind and understanding Desmond was to him when they were children. Hell, he was still kind to him even when it’s clear that he was trying to bully him (Desmond just thinks it’s cute he thinks he could bully Desmond). This conflicting feelings make him ignore everything that Desmond does in their father’s kingdom while trying to protect both him and their father as much as he could. He would insist he’s protecting the family name though. (His kink is definitely a form of cuckolding)

Desmond’s mother would be distant and ignore all of her children (except maybe her daughter) because the whole relationship was just to keep the power among the nobles so there’s no love lost anywhere. Desmond doesn’t feel anything for her and, yeah, there’s some childish pain there, but he’s good at ignoring his unresolved feelings for his parents at this point anyway.

Madeleine is Desmond’s favorite sibling and she’s quite spoiled. Desmond’s influence makes her more open to their father’s preferences but she’s quite reserve about it, blushing whenever she tries to open up and ends up just going ‘never mind’. Desmond gives her a more clinical explanation to these kinds of things in a form of a notebook of some sort because he thought she would be too embarrassed and awkward if he directly talked to her. This leads her to the path of voyeurism and enjoying erotica so… well… you win some, you lose some. She joins her brother in visiting their father in secret though, because if words got out that the young de Sade girl was a deviant, she’ll be ruined in the eyes of the nobility. Their father and Desmond just go “it’ll be fine.” because they’re actual deviants (by 17th~18th century standard anyway)

His father and sister are the main reason why Desmond stayed in France. He could have gone to America as soon as he turned 13 (maybe even 10 if he was really determined enough) but he didn’t because he didn’t want to leave his little sister and someone has to look after his father without judgmental eyes.

Desmond does, however, send money and supplies to Davenport manor, disguising it as an investment or some sort although the American Brotherhood knows he’s an ally of some kind. He is also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s pen pal.

Arno and Desmond’s Relationship

Arno would see Desmond as a beautiful mysterious man tempting him at every chance. The way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at Arno. It makes Arno feel a lot of things that he had never felt before and he is torn between remaining loyal to Élise who is always running (not from him, Arno doesn’t think that, she’s not… is she?) or finally taking a bite of the fruit the devil keeps dangling in front of him.

Desmond… knows Arno has a crush on him but he actually doesn’t act all that different. He might have a soft spot for Arno because he’s an Assassin who clearly needs help and maybe he pays more attention to Arno than the men and women throwing themselves at the bored prince but, let’s be clear, Desmond isn’t trying to lead him on. He’s flirting with him but it’s more on the side of “I’ve been a bartender far too long that flirting on an easy mark is more of an unconscious choice because I might get more tips” than actual serious flirting.

Unfortunately, Desmond doesn’t know that Arno is having a very confusing bisexual awakening that’s only amped up by all the usual 17th~18th century repression thing soooo, yeah, Desmond doesn’t know he’s affecting the young man more than he was thinking.

Marquis de Sade definitely wants Arno to join in. With him or with his son, he doesn’t care, Arno is just a wonderful specimen to be left in that uptight boring world. He also knows Arno’s ‘crush’ on his son, he keeps pushing him to his son though because that would be fun.

In other words, Desmond is unintentionally creating a love triangle that he honestly have no time or desire to be part of. He doesn’t know about Élise! He honestly thought Arno is single (“He has that pathetic wet virgin kitty vibe to him.” “I don’t think he’s a virgin, my boy.” “Oh, definitely not. Maybe it’ll be better to say he’s ‘pure’?” “Ah. Well then, have fun corrupting him.” “We’ll see, father.”)

Once Desmond learns of Élise, he’ll back off (and even feel a bit icky because he was unintentionally becoming the ‘hoe who the asshole cheated on’) and it’s… it’s gonna get messy, especially considering Desmond’s inclusion in Arno’s life makes Arno wonder if he and Élise are even still together or if… his love for Élise was true and not something twisted by his lonely childhood and his ‘abandonment’ issues.

Oh shit. I just turned this smutty fic idea to angst, abort, abort, abort.

If Desmond and Arno will have a relationship, it’ll be after Dead Kings DLC.

You know what would be funny?

If Arno realized he wasn’t just sexually attracted to Desmond but was in love with him during the ending parts of Dead Kings when he finally accepts Élise’s death.

Then when he returned to Paris?

He learned that Desmond had taken his sister to America and now…

Arno thinks Desmond is the one who got away.

(“Arno, I can’t believe I’m saying this… you can follow him to America. He’s literally living with the American Brotherhood. We know where he is.” “I have missed my chance. There is nothing left for me to do.” “Oh my god. Someone just chokes this drama queen unconscious so we can ship his ass to America!”)

[sonicasura]

Different Paths: Optimus Prime

A series unique to this blog. Similar to my Trollhunters Path of the Familiar poll, it'll have three different mini scenarios per a character, the point of time where the major change occurs, and how it'll affect things in their respective universe.

For this one it shall be Optimus Prime specifically his Transformers Prime iteration. Well his Orion Pax incarnation as this occurs during those days. Either a feral Sparkling out in the wastes or the humble data clerk. After all, the start can cause the greatest ripples. Let's get begin!

Feralus Prime

There was an urban legend on Cybertron. A cryptid born from the wastes who made itself a den hidden amongst the populace of Iacon City. No one knows what the being was but the feat it perform garner an infamy unlike any other. Feralus stole the Matrix of Leadership.

Yup. A Feral Optimus Prime who didn't get integrated into Cybertronian Society. Orion Pax slipped out of Alpha Trion's grip during transport so the young Sparkling became lost in the big city. He stole what he can to survive and slipped away from whoever try to catch him.

Soon the fateful day came where Orion obtain the Matrix of Leadership. Did he steal it? Sorta of as lured would be more accurate. Orion Pax is like a feral dog before he got the Matrix. Skittish, quick to run, nab what garners his attention and most likely to bite if cornered.

Feralus/Optimus Prime is closer to a wolf with the Matrix of Leadership. He studies the situation, gauges the threat and acts with appropriate force. Instincts often guide where goes almost if someone is leading him. Optimus ends up on Earth by stowing away in a smuggler's ship.

He won't be lonely for long as a younger Raf will one day stumble upon the feral Cybertronian. Now Team Prime isn't actually a 'team' and is closer to refugees. Their contact with Agent Fowler can be chalked up to surveillance. Any serious 'Con activity is measure and handled appropriately.

Way more tight knit so events such as Cliffjumper's death is voided. Our three human protagonists become vital in not only getting Optimus socialized but ready for the encroaching danger. A lone wolf can't protect the entire pack after all.

Magnified Disaster

The Planet Cybertron has all manners of darkness lurking amongst the populace. Common thugs to corrupt politicians. There is a silent rule when it involves such folk. Watch your words. Or else you end up a twisted experiment like Orion Pax.

A conversation between Megatronus and Orion was overheard by the wrong person. On his way home, the data clerk is kidnapped for one sole purpose: experimentation. This latest test was the creation of a 'guard dog'. An enhanced Cybertronian bigger, stronger, ferocious and obedient.

*Anyone in the Madness Combat fandom knows what I'm about to do. For those who aren't, poor Orion Pax is going to become an unconventional MAG. A supersoldier created through mutation that's obedient to those they consider their master. Here's an example: normal Hank and Mag Hank.*

One fateful night, a certain grumpy medic stumbles upon a completely transformed and Energon blood soaked Orion. 35 ft tall mesh between Cybertronian metal and organic material consisting of crimson foreign clay like flesh, white sharp teeth, to pale spikes.

Ratchet becomes the altered archivist's caretaker and looks after him. Orion's personality remained mostly intact but his memories are spotty. As for the Matrix of Leadership, it became a desperate gamble to help stabilize the poor clerk's altered state.

Optimus Prime doesn't lead the Autobots thanks to his MAG status. The entire team are refugees who sought asylum on Earth. Unfortunately Optimus' past followed close behind as Megatron wants answers...and vengeance. Things come to ahead when three particular kids encounter the 45 ft titan that roams the desert at night.

Two Souls, One Body

Ever since the beginning, Orion Pax shared a body with 'Optimus'. A shapeless voice that serve as a guide and older brother figure to the young Cybertronian. It is only when the archivist came across the Matrix of Leadership did 'Optimus' become so much more.

Or Optimus Prime and Orion Pax are two separate entities. Anyone here watch Yu-Gi-Oh or know about the original protagonist Yugi Muto? In the show, an entity known as Yami Yugi lives inside a ancient Egyptian artifact called the Millennium Puzzle.

Through the puzzle, the two souls can switch control of the body. Or in this case Orion Pax can allow Optimus Prime to take over using the Matrix of Leadership. Just like Yugi, there are subtle differences that point out whose in control.

Orion's blue optics are a bit rounder and narrow if Optimus is in control. His voice is lighter when the shy data clerk manages their body. Finally Orion's battle mask has blue stripes that vanish when Optimus takes the lead.

This ability is mistaken for multiple personality disorder by almost everyone except for Ratchet, Megatron and Bumblebee. Only more observant or younger Cybertronians can notice the different air between both individual souls. A warm sunny day to a cool summer night.

The mystery of Orion Pax only begins to open when a certain red painted Cybertronian takes a different detour towards home base. Who knew three human kids are so good at hiding stuff? Ratchet needs a drink for the shenanigans to come.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later! Transform and Roll Out!