#anyways stay on the right side of history kids

[hayatheauthor]

Possibly the most bitterly ironic thing ever is watching celebrities who said "If I lived during the holocaust I would have done ___" actively support and aid the genocide we are witnessing and have witnessed for the past 75 years.

If you were like me and sat in history class wondering how could anyone have just supported or turned a blind eye to the holocaust, here's your answer.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM LIFE IS STRANGE, SEASON 1 *  assorted dialogue, suggested by ismelodrama, adjust as necessary

everything is a picture waiting for be taken.

you're just jealous of me because i actually do the things you can't.

are you hiding something?

i'm sick of your disrespect. tell me the truth!

i don't want to fight with you anymore. i don't want to fight with anyone anymore.

i was eating those beans!

how the hell did you know about that photo?

always take the shot. my number one rule of photography.

you just don't listen, do you?

there's something weird going on with you.

you've only been here for three weeks and you're already causing conflict.

after this week, you are certainly not a little kid anymore.

not now. i'm contemplating shit.

are you fucking kidding me? this is major bullshit!

i didn't have all the evidence at the time.

we all make decisions we regret.

i'm not gonna make any excuses for my behavior.

i'd put stephen hawking against picasso any day.

it sucks to be dragged into the spotlight.

nobody believes me anyway.

you're exactly the kind of soldier i'd want by my side in a war.

why the hell not?

i almost asked you to hang out.

you should have asked me.

maybe we're too much alike.

i don't believe anything you say. you're full of shit.

eat a dick, [name].

i'll be in the tardis getting my delorean ready.

since you're the mysterious superhero... i'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion.

you don't know who the fuck i am or who you're messing around with.

where'd you get that? what are you doing? come on, put that thing down!

don't ever tell me what to do! i'm so sick of people trying to control me!

so you can't help me?

i told you before that i'll always believe you.

i may be a pest but... i'm a good listener.

you're the bravest person i've ever known.

for every action, there's a reaction.

i'm trying. but you have to understand my position.

i know i can be a pain in the ass... and you've always treated me like a person, not a beta nerd.

why do you want all your friends to die?

oh i see. i'm not important to you anymore.

nobody lectures me. everybody tries though.

do not analyze me! i pay people for that.

hey, that's total slander!

you don't know shit about my father, or me.

you're all fucked!

everybody hates me.

[name]... it's me. i just wanted to say i'm sorry.

i truly am sorry for being such a bastard.

you would have been cool to hang out with.

you might as well choose me.

i'm not perfect, okay?

you have talent, [name].

you don't have to push people out of your way.

thanks for admitting again that i have some talent.

do you think it's, like, fate we're not supposed to be friends?

nobody says we have to be friends.

everybody lies. no exceptions.

i came for all of you.

i'm in a nightmare and i can't wake up.

no wonder they call it a "web." nothing can ever get out.

i wish i could go back in time and erase everything.

just tell me you do have the photograph.

now shut up and listen.

i'm not a real scientist.

i was just happy just being your friend.

[name], i'm so sorry you had to go through all that.

i don't think i can concentrate on going out to the movies.

everybody pretends to care until they don't.

even angels need angels, [name].

i might be naive, but i feel their struggle.

why did you stop me from jumping?

this shit pit has taken everyone i've ever loved.

when a door closes, a window opens... or something like that.

i keep going back in time.

how could there be a more important moment in history?

thank you for trusting me.

hey... be careful out there.

what kind of friend are you?

you never understood me, or what happened to me.

i'll always be alone, thanks to you.

just in case we don't get out of this...

i'm going to make the right choices from now on.

i've been feeling like this might be actually the end of the world.

i hate to say that i'm glad to see you, but i'm glad to see you.

i wish i could stay in this moment forever... but then it wouldn't be a moment.

if that tornado came right now, i would just sit here and watch for a while.

i just feel like escaping.

i have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes.

with great power comes great bullshit.

am i pushing myself too hard?

you like to hurt people, huh?

i'm glad you decided to escort me.

i know this is a bad time, but can i get one picture?

of course i believe you. you're the most amazing person i've ever met, and i'm glad you trust me.

i don't have a fucking clue what's going on.

[canthavetoomuchchaos]

Not a bad kid

ANGST ANGST ANGST

Set in teenage years.

Darlin + David

I strongly follow the "Darlin and David are siblings" thingy. This is set when both are around 14 ish.

Tw/Cw: mentions of abuse, fear, injuries, brief mentions of dying,

David and Gabe are sleeping, that is until they both hear frantic knocking at the front door.

David is sound asleep, snoozing away under his blanket, his dad in the next room over doing the same. Both are awoken by fast, frantic, and harsh knocking on their front door. David sits up blearily and walks to his door, waiting for his dad to pass him so he can follow.

"David, don't come down until I know who it is alright?" David nods and waits. Gabe opens the door and immediately a person is falling into him. He grips their shoulders, eyes wide as they are frantically begging for his help. Gabe is quick to shut the door.

"David- come down here, get the first aid kit under the kitchen sink, quickly." He's calm, carefully carrying his young pack member to their living room, setting them gently on the couch, ignoring the thought that their blood and the mud is ruining it. They're still crying, clinging to his shoulders, but they're frantically muttering now. The same thing, over and over and over again.

"I'm sorry- 's not my fault- didn't study hard enough- please, please I didn't mean to." Gabe is mortified. They're like this because of a bad grade on something? Or is he hearing wrong? David returns with the first aid kit.

"David, come sit by their head, keep them awake if they start to fall asleep. They may be concussed." David does as his father requested him and sits by their head. Gabe, very gently, starts to peel away their drenched shirt, pulling it up to get a view of their abdomen. Cuts, bruises and scratches, along with long healed scars are all over their skin. He presses into the biggest wound on their side, steadily oozing blood. He barely hears David gag. As he presses against them they let aout a very sharp yelp, he can hear their wolf slightly come through it. He looks up about to apologize, but they look horrified that they even made the sound in the first place.

"'m sorry- I didn't mean to- I was just- please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to growl-" David takes the liberty of trying to soothe them, doing what his dad does to him when he's sick, running his hands along their scalp. They freeze but withing seconds they are leaning into his gentle hand. Gabe continues his work on their wounds.

About fifteen minutes later Gabe is almost finished when David tenses from his quiet, almost one-sided conversation.

"...Dad...Dad you gotta hear this." His face is sombre for a fourteen year old. Gabe frowns and leans towards them.

"can you say that one more time? You mum ked a little there. " David asks them quietly. They frown and speak, this time slightly louder than before, attempting to help him understand.

"...got a c- on a math test. My parents were.....not pleased to say the least. That's why I'm like this. My....dad...chased me here. I don't know if he's still here or not, I don't think he'll try to come inside though.." they're breathy, and tired, but they enunciate perfectly.

Gabe freezes, his mind reeling, their dad did this to them? This child is beaten bruised and bloody because they got one bad grade? For the first time ever in the history of the Shaw wolf pack, there will now be a banishing of a wolf. This child will stay, they aren't safe at home. This actually helps explain a lot of their behaviors, constantly being quiet, keeping away from the other kids, flinching if Asher is just a little too loud. It all makes sense.

"Kid, I know you live with your dad, is there anyone else there besides you and him?" He's cautious, voice a low, gentle timbre. They shake their head.

"just my stepmom, she eggs him on, doesn't help. wont miss me if I die right here, she hates me anyway" Gabe fails to hide his frustrated expression, glad their stable and their eyes are closed as they relax and relish in the safety of his house.

"I'm glad you came to me, kid. You won't have to go back there ever again. I swear on it." His face is set in a tense but gentle expression. He turns to David.

"take them to the guest bedroom, give them some clothes, they may not fit but work with what you've got please. " David nods and gently helps the young wolf. They both pause as Gabe speaks

"your tough kid. Like a tank, stay that way." They nod and continue their way upstairs with David's assistance.

While they are upstairs Gabe grabs his phone and calls his beta (I can't remember Ashers dad's name if it was ever mentioned so here's a random one) Daniel. He picks up quickly and Gabe explains the situation, Daniel is quick to ask if Gabe needs his help. Gabe denies and asks him to please schedule a formal pack meeting for tomorrow afternoon, all wolves required to attend. There's a small yell from upstairs and he's quickly hanging up.

"David? Everything alright up there?" He's on the bottom steps, carefully making his way up. David pops his head out, a small grimacing smile on his face.

"they shifted, their injuries don't seem to have transferred as harshly but they jumped on the bed and I think it hurt a little. They're fine though. I think." Gabe nods and ruffles David's hair.

"let them rest, you can go to sleep, I'm gonna stay in here with them, the door will stay open all night if you need anything." David nods, a small confused frown on his lips.

"why're you staying with them? They'll be sleeping." Gabe smiles at his young son's confusion.

"because if they have a nightmare or wake up randomly, I want them to know where they are and that they're safe. Now go to sleep." David nods and gives his dad a brief hug, leaving to his own room down the hall.

The next morning Gabe is making breakfast as Tank as he has decided to call them, stumbles into the kitchen. They freeze as they realize he's also in the kitchen. Their eyes widen as their bleary, sleep ridden eyes don't comprehend that they're not home.

"I'm sorry, I woke up late, I'll have breakfast done really quick I promise. You don't have to-" they are cut off by Gabe gently laying a hand on their shoulder.

"hey, it's okay, you're not at home anymore kid. You don't have to do anything right now. Go sit on the couch, watch some TV." They hesitate but listen nonetheless. Gabe sighs and continues to make food, not surprised in the slightest that his son is sleeping in.

Later, as Gabe is getting ready for the pack meeting, both kids come up to him, curious. David is the first to speak up as Tank catches their breath, side sore from their wound.

"where are you going dad?" Gabe looks up from his combat boots, his face set. He's mentally preparing for the meeting.

"Got a meeting, scheduled it last night." The kids frown, confused. David, again, speaks up first.

"..can we go?" Gabe hesitates and looks to Tank.

"...will you be okay? You'll stay by me the whole time." They think for a moment, then nod. They haven't spoken since that morning.

"alright, get your shoes on. Let's go." Both kids scramble for their shoes, trying to get them on as fast as possible.

As they arrive to the Den, Gabe reminds both kids to stay close, this is a serious meeting and there wasn't supposed to be kids in the first place. As they walk in, Tank's parents both rush up, fake relief written across both of their faces. Gabe pushes Tank behind him, standing tall. A harsh glare pointed at them. He makes sure that his eyes say all that need to be said. 'you will not touch this child ever again.'

Gabe guides Tank and David to the front of the room. Reminding David to keep a gentle grip on Tank, as their still slightly hurt. He walks up to his podium, clearing his throat and waiting for silence. As the silence falls his eyes land on Tank's dad, specifically his hands, bruised knuckles, cuts here and there along his arms, and a very painful looking wolf bite on his bicep. Tank sure gave a fight before running. He took a breath and started to speak.

"I'm sorry for calling this meeting on such short notice, but it has come to my attention, that some pack members do not seem to grasp what parenting is meant to look like. [Tank's parents] I have the unfortunate duty of dishonorably banishing you from my pack and any Shaw land or property. I want to make this clear to everyone in this pack, I will tolerate a lot. I will never tolerate abuse of any kind." He turns to Tank and beckons them forward, they stand, walking slowly toward him, their face still badly bruised and the cuts now scabbed.

"this is Tank. Your child. You will no longer be allowed near them, nor will you have custody of them. I will take them as my own. You are never to return here, and if I hear that you have, you will be reported to the department. Thank you, goodbye." He dismissed their parents. The two hesitates, then Tank's father lunged, yelling harsh words and horrible names at them. Gabe shifts, a giant wolf now standing over the fallen child, as he snarls, his beta shifts as well, gently using his snout to push the children away, whilst keeping an eye on his Alpha in case he needs assistance. As the father backs down, backing away, he continues to yell things a child should never have directed at them.

Later when they get back to the Shaw house they are laying on the cold kitchen floor, the chill helping soothe the ache in their side. They have a content smile

Safe.

______

The end was a little rushed but oh well!! Hope you like it!!

[star1ight0]

Shouta Aizawa x Reader "Room for one more" PLATONIC

Tw for runaway/kicked out, abuse and sh(sorta)

Quirk: garden: allows you to manipulate and grow plants

Request are open

You had attended UA high for some time now and had made it into class 1-A you were lucky to be there considering how against your parents were. However the only reason you are able to attend was under the Principal Nezu's offer to have the school assist money wise. Your parents hated heroes and the idea of their kid being one disgusted them. You made it a point to mention as little school at home to avoid confrontation. But being that you enrolled late you had some paperwork to do.

You had asked for more time to get it filled out as it seemed impossible to talk to your parents together about the matter. However this was already 3 months into the school year, and you could tell both Aizawa and Nezu were tired of your excuses.

Aizawa made an effort early in the year to show as little care as possible to his students, and this was further proven by how strict he was and how careless he seemed to act towards all of 1-A. This was quickly disproven when he seemed to sacrifice himself for the class as a whole.

That being said you were the only enrolled student without everything completed, so he made it clear he'd have you removed from the class.

When you got home your mom was at work and your father seemed to be in a good mood so you pulled out the paper work from you bag and sat at the table with your dad.

"Can you um.. help me fill these out please dad. It has a bunch of questions about family health history and I also need your signature on some."

"Why? I thought you'd be smart enough to do this shit since you seem to be too good for this family we've done enough just allowing you to go to that god forsaken school."

After some back and forth it seemed to escalate and it only worsened once your mother got home. It went from paperwork to how horrible of a child you were.

"Sense you are too good for this family maybe you should just leave. "

Everything seemed to go downhill from there. You tried to reason with her and convince her to just let you say but it only seemed to make her want you in the house even less. Finally you tried to reason with them one more time ultimately getting yourself a hit to the face from your dad. Ending with him giving you till the end of the night to leave the house.

What were you even supposed to do? You had a bag with a few clothes and not much money. Most of your extended family lived on the opposite side of Japan so there was no way you could get there nor stay there for more than a few days.

There was absolutely no way in hell you could tell any of your UA friends you parents just kicked you out over hero school paper work. So you had little to no options.

A few hours passed and you were out wandering the streets and you decided it'd be best to just go back to the school and find somewhere to crash for the night. Halfway to the school it started raining and it was well past midnight and you still had nowhere to go. You sat in a nearby coffee shop soaked and used some of the money left on your card. You scrolled through your phone trying to think of someone to call when your eyes landed on your homeroom teacher's number. It was a bad idea right?

He probably wouldn't answer anyways, but what other choice did you have? The phone rang 3 times and just as you were about to give up the line picked up

It's 2 in the morning you better be dying or calling on accident kid.

No unfortunately, I um- do you - um..

Spit it out kid I'm tired and UA doesn't pay me nearly enough

Yeah no sorry um.. is the school open?

No why the hell would it be open. Why are you even calling?

Um..

You feel a knot in your throat and your mind went completely blank

Are you okay kid? Where the hell are you

Um a coffee show a few blocks from the school. I- don't -

You can feel breaking down completely on the phone and your brain forming incoherent sentences.

Just stay there. Don't move. I'll be there in like.. 8 minutes.

After some time past Aizawa showed up and the first few minutes were just him trying to get you to calm down without saying anything that could possibly make you shut down completely. After you were completely calm and got you in the car.

If you tell me why you're out at 2am and what the hell and who the hell happened to your face. . I'll let you sleep on the couch.

You placed your hands on your lap and summoned small vines with thorns around your hands and then they all disappeared and you could feel Aizawa looking at you canceling it out. "None of that. Okay? Just talk about it. Please kid, you gotta give me something to work with before I let you crash on my couch"

You looked over at him pulled out the blank paper work "They don't like heros. They only let me go because. . Nezu offered to pay for most of it. I asked for them to help and.. it all escalated so quickly. Next thing I knew : hit to the face from my dad and my mom telling me to get out."

He looked to you with a feeling you couldn't quite understand, was it anger? Was he angry at you for this, your mind began to race and you felt yourself closing off again and feel your chest pound.

"you'll stay at my apartment, for now at least. You won't be going back home for a while"

As you went to protest the idea he shut it down quickly saying it was no trouble and reassuring you on the matter as a whole.

Sorry I haven't been posting I'm busy and stressed

[myfairkatiecat]

Okay listen Jojo Siwa has been used and abused by the system all her life as a child, practically being forced to stay five years old during formative parts of her life where she was supposed to be exploring her identity, and when she came out as gay, Nickelodeon suddenly didn’t want her anymore, not inviting her to kids choice awards right after she came out despite the amount of money she made for them.

So it’s not really a surprise to me that she’s overdoing an emphasis on her own sexuality and queerness in her interviews and music videos. It’s like she’s saying, “Oh? Can’t be your child favorite anymore because I’m gay? Fine then! I’ll be a very adult gay woman who is gay.”

Jojo has a dance history and while she’s not the best singer, if she stops destroying her vocal chords in videos like the one traitor Olivia video, she could be good enough to continue in the industry with her background.

I don’t like her music. I hate her both music videos. The use of Catholic imagery in the second one has no redeeming value and was nothing but offensive. I can’t wait for her to grow out of this phase. But I don’t strictly hate Jojo, and I think that while we all give her and her new awful music the criticism and side eye that it fully deserves, we need to also keep in mind that she’s a person whose behavior at this time is reflecting her life experiences, and she has the potential to grow out of this phase and possibly end up with a successful career.

so anyway her new music video is actually horrible and I feel like I need to bleach my eyes.

[absolutebl]

10 Best BL Shows with the Hottest Sexitimes

Because this is English and word order matters, this title means the show itself has to be good AS WELL AS the scenes high heat, as opposed to the best sex scenes in BL. The two are not necessarily the same list. Anyway I tried to pick both high heat and a fun show. This was hard (pun intended).

FYI expect triggers with your high heat.

(Oh right. For me to get a 3/3 heat rating the BL has simulated sex in it or very close to it. And usually one or more other sexual acts like bjs, a-ply, etc...)

So, I went to the spreadsheet, and sorted it by high heat and then ranking, and here is what I got. I think #1 will surprise you. What will not surprise you is it's mostly Thai and Taiwanese.

10. TharnType (and follow ups)

Thai 2019 Viki

Should it still rank, all these years later? I am sorry to say, yes it should. University setting, great acting and complex characters, interesting friendship groups, enemies to lovers, seriously angsty coming out, high production values, AMAZING chemistry, multiple BL side couples with all the issues, damaging queer rep, strong seme/uke and husband/wife language, classic tropes and lots of them bad. But it's famous for a reason.

This was KinnPorsche before KinnPorsche.

9. Addicted: Heroin

China 2016 Viki

When Chinese BL was good it was very dirty good and when it was bad it was censored. This is the model for that statement: rich kid falls madly for the genius poor kid in his class, starts an aggressive pursuit, includes kidnapping for love, obsession, stepbrother trope, plus some cheating. I love this BL because of what I could have been. Just stop watching it after The Sex Scene. Okay?

8. Love Stage!!

Thai 2022 YouTube

This BL surprised me with its charm. The acting was good, the leads were appealing, support cast on point, and the production values high. It followed the original manga story arc relatively closely: boy falls in love with girl as a child, grows up to discover girl is actually a very pretty boy. Although there are some quintessentially Thai changes that mellowed, softened, and extended the romance arc and heat levels.

7. HIStory 4: Close to You

Taiwan 2021 Viki

Nancy Chen directs, the side dish plot is basically a pastiche of problematic BL tropes inherited from the above. Great chemistry, high heat, stepbrothers, dubcon, obsession, stalker etc… They sexy tho.

6. My Day

Pinoy 2020 YouTube

The set up on this one is enemies (also boss/employee) and they don’t like each other to start. But that gets resolved pretty quickly. And then they are some of the cutest, hottest, and best boyfriends ever. This is an under-appreciated BL, IMHO.

5. Cutie Pie

Thai 2022 YouTube

Very high production (and heat) and a lot of visual references to live action yaoi gave this show a whiff of Japan but ultimately it stayed firmly in Thailand’s BL camp veering from absurd to appealing to annoying and then back to absurd again. If you can roll with the arranged marriage conceit and very lifestyle D/s relationships, the chemistry is spot on even if the plot is naff and driven by miscommunication. Watch this one for the pretty, give it a pass on depth. (It has depth, it just depth of tongue kisses.)

Also the follow up: Naughty Babe

4. Bed Friend

Thai 2023 YouTube but for high heat you'll net to watch on iQIYI

Office frienamies transition a flaming hot one night stand into a f-buddy relationship that is built on a puppy/cat dynamic (and kinks into it at one point). Our puppy is loyal, smitten, and protective with endlessly longing eyes, while our cat is snarky, prickly, and deeply damaged (ALL THE TRIGGERS). NetJames give lovely high-heat with excellent chemistry and tuned-in performances of surprising depth, unfortunately the story ultimately failed them. Had the show had the strength of its convictions and kept to a tighter, darker, harsher 8 eps it would have been the first high heat to earn a 10/10 from me, but once they fussed with it, it dropped to a solid 8/10. Could have been great but was overworked. Still if high heat is your thing, this one will not let you down.

3. HIStory 3: Trapped

Taiwan 2019 Viki

Basically the definition of enemies to lovers from Lin Pei Yu. This is a cop + the mafia man he is chasing but WAIT, they fall in love. Added bonus side couple: assassin and nerd cop ALSO falling in love. It’s great. All the leads are stellar. Its high heat, fun action, and a bit of a mystery drama but pretty about all of it. My only warning is that the main couple doesn’t entirely end up together, it’s implied, but… amorphous ending.

2. Why R U?

Thai 2020 Viki

No one knows what’s going on, not even the characters, but absolutely no one cares 'cause it's so thirsty. The plot seems to be "great chemistry and make sure Zee's shirts are NEVER BUTTONED PROPERLY." We, the collective, have a pro Hawaiian shirt anti-button stance, so rah rah rah! Still the most confusing thing about this show is: why they didn't just title it YRU? The FighterTuror sex scenes still stand as some of the best every fielded in a Thai BL.

1. Be Loved In House: I Do

Taiwan 2021 Viki

A cute classy office set BL with a few plot raised eyebrows, but no other concerns. ALL THE TROPES plus a general sweet softness that’s pretty rare from Taiwan, who usually prefer to go hard, but all their signature domesticity. There is one high heat sex scene and it's great. But it's the whole package of classic sappy Taiwanese BL that puts this at the very top for me.

Generally just v high heat?

Hottest sex scenes in BL is frankly gonna be largely a matter of your personal taste.

But if the ones mentioned above don't work try:

KinnPorsche

Love in the Air

Big Dragon

HIStory 3; MODC (the BL that shall not be named)

Be Mine Super Star

Manner of Death (and anything else with MaxTul)

Oh My Sunshine Night (sides)

Secret Crush on You

Wedding Plan

Most dark JBL has very good high heat, but... ya know.

For @samara44 by request.

(source)

[dpr-stay]

Whoops | YT22

Yuki Tsunoda x driver!reader

SMAU & written

Warnings: A little bit of smut (more lime iykwim) Still would recommend MDNI

Wc ~ 2.3k

Hey y’all 🤪

Anyways, wrote this last night and spent forever doing the social media part bcs it was fun. Haven’t edited it! Sorry! And it may be a bit ooc (?) but I imagine Yuki as some suave guy behind doors so whoops.

(Also sorry if you’re here for stray kids)

———

Heavy hands lay secure on your hips as you sat perched on his lap. Dark eyes stared into yours, both of them encapsulated in unrestrained lust. Yuki squeezed your hips as he brought you in for another kiss.

If only Franz Tost could see you now, huh. He’d been hesitant about hiring a girl to fill Gasly’s seat after he left because he was worried that her and Yuki wouldn’t get along. Boy was he wrong.

Yuki groaned into your mouth as you lowered yourself down till you were aligned. A quick nudge of your hips caused you both to moan, as the tension from the day released out of the both of you.

It was tough race, you barely making it into the points and Yuki a bit below you. The car was shit, but that was to be expected. You’d both spent countless hours in the sims, trying to somehow uncover a way to make the car work better but it was a lost cause.

After one long day that you’d both spent in the sims, you’d arrived at your hotel rooms that were side-by-side at the same time and the rest was history. You wouldn’t say you used each other, there was definitely some level of emotion involved (if the way you spent more time together than anyone else and the numerous times you’ve contemplated moving in together count) but it was definitely a more effective stress relief than collapsing in the gym.

His hips shifted upwards, causing a tingling sensation to spread through your lower half, a sensation that was increased the longer he continued doing that. You brought your arms around Yukis neck, bringing him in for a kiss as you adjusted your hips to match his speed.

He leaned his head back as he closed his eyes and you smiled, quickly leaning in to begin kissing his neck.

“Honey…” He sighed, as you continued moving your hips, his excitement very obvious even through the jeans he was wearing.

“Feels good right?” You murmured on his neck as you began sucking, trying your very best not to leave a mark. That may have been a lie. A deep mark started to form on his skin and you smiled as he continued sighing his pleasure.

“I may have left a mark.” He groaned, this time in mock annoyance, and a giddy smile overtook your lips this time as he brought his head down to look at you, his own smile making your glow brighter.

“It’s hard to be mad at you.” He whispered against your lips and you responded with a quick kiss on his lips, continuing your eye contact, as you didn’t trust yourself to respond appropriately with words.

He gently bucked his hips in response to your kiss and you gasped as a jolt of pleasure ran up your spine. He smirked against your lips and he leaned forward to grab the back of your thighs.

A loud banging on your door startled you both out of your daze, a yelp leaving your lips as Yuki nearly dropped you. You both, almost comically, turned to face the door as the banging continued and the person behind it started to shout.

“Hello? We’re here to film that room tour?” Shit, you’d totally forgotten about that. The team had organized for a film crew to come over and do a nice tour of the hotel room you were staying in. Wasn’t that tomorrow? You cleared your throat before yelling out.

“Yep just give me a minute! I’m finishing a round of Mario Kart!” You quickly hurried to jump off Yuki and started running around the room, turning on your switch and throwing a controller at Yuki.

“Just go with it!” You pleaded and he nodded, a firm nod with a small smile on his lips. God his lips are gorgeous aren’t they? Fuck, not right now!

You sprinted to the bathroom and tried to smooth your hair to look normal and splashed your face with water, hoping it would cool you down.

You ran back to the main area of the room, threw on your Alpha Tauri shirt and turned around to find Yuki booting up Mario Kart on your room's TV.

You sighed, physically feeling your shoulders and tension deflate, before leaning in for one last kiss.

“You look beautiful.” He said as you pulled away and you slapped his shoulder, duly noting the blanket he had thrown over his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed.

“I’m supposed to be turned off right now, not turned on.” You said bashfully and he grinned before you turned back the door and opened it.

You came face to face with a man holding a camera and a man holding a microphone. Your eyes widened.

“Hi there! Should we get straight to it?” The man holding the mic asked and you nodded before turning to the camera and introducing yourself.

“This is the uhh standard room. I’m pretty sure all staff got it, it’s pretty good.” You said as you opened the door.

Yuki waved at the camera from his spot sitting at the edge of your bed and, to their credit, both the other men tried to look unsurprised.

“We were playing Mario kart together, getting out all the aggression from the track.” You explained, over-gesturing with your hands. They both nodded and ‘ahh-ed’.

“So anyways, here’s the bathroom.” You led them into the bathroom, did a little tour, showing them around the room. You opened a few drawers, forgetting about the one that held Yuki’s toiletries bag and quickly slamming it shut. You met their curious looks with a quick “Can’t reveal my hair-care secrets!” And tried to carry on.

You took them through the small kitchenette, showing them the teabags you brought from home and showing them the high quality green tea bags Yuki bought you as a gift. You asked if they wanted a tea and the cameraman took you up on the offer, so eventually you were brewing four teas, one for every person in your room.

Eventually you all moved to the dining table beside your bed, the cameraman setting up his camera to face your bed with you in front of it before you were asked some relatively normal, non-invasive questions which you really appreciated. Yuki was also asked some questions, mostly about how good he is at Mario kart.

You ended up giving them a small tour of the bed, not much to see there. You took them through your switch, let them play a game on it, before eventually showing them the view from the hotel room, letting them onto the balcony.

As they surveyed the view, Yuki came up behind you, quickly muttering into your ear a complaint that they were taking too long. You rested your head back on his shoulder and murmured that they would be gone soon.

And they were, with a final sweep of the room and a panned shot of you sitting at the table watching Yuki play Mario Kart, they were out, thanking you for the tea and for being such a good host.

The second you had closed and locked the door, Yuki was at your back, missing your neck and grabbing at your waist to lead to your bed. You smiled and let yourself be walked backwards before he turned you around and kissed your lips.

“Been holding back for an hour lovely.” He whispered as he subtly pushed you backwards onto the bed, you landing with an ‘umph’ which he released a giggle at.

“Mhhmm I’m sorry about that.” You responded to his previous statement. “I thought it was another day.”

“It’s ok.” He said as crawled over you, beginning to mouth at your ear. “Just means I get less time to fuck you, yeah?” You groaned in response and he laughed at you.

“If people knew how much of a smooth talker you were…” You trailed off as he continued down from your ear to your neck to your collarbones, leaving small bites as he went.

“Lucky they don’t, means I get to use this.” He said smugly before leaning over to the bedside table and retrieving a condom. You rolled your eyes, a fond smile playing on your lips, as he flashed the condom at you. He reached back to place the condom back on the table and moved back to you.

Wait. Hold on.

Yuki continued to kiss down, leaving small nibbles on your collarbones as your eyes shot open.

Oh fuck.

You released a loud gasp and Yuki pulled back and looked up, worried.

“I’m sorry! Are you ok…?” He trailed off at your flabbergasted expression as you both sat up.

“Yuki.” You began, grabbing his shoulders.

“Did you reach in the drawer to grab that or not?” You asked, drawing him close to you. His face immediately paled as he took in the implications of what you said. He scrambled to move closer to the edge of the mattress, turning to look at the side table.

“I swear I reached in, didn’t I?” He said, turning to you but you could only look on in horror.

“There’s no way right?” He started. “We didn’t just film a room tour with a condom on the side table?”

You groaned, grinding the heels of your palms into your eyes as you learnt back into the bed, hoping the mattress would swallow you whole. Yuki let out an incredulous laugh, barely registering the hand you slapped his thigh with.

“What do we do?” You eventually asked, staring at the roof.

“I have no clue.” He said as you rolled to face him. His face softened as he reached out a hand to put on the side of your face.

“We might have to tell people.” You groaned in despair, closing your eyes. The last thing you wanted was for people to think the only female driver was fucking the other drivers. You were only fucking one.

You also didn’t want to have to deal with HR and the complications that would pose, you’d mentioned Franz Tost as a joke but damn. You really don’t want to have to deal with all the questions about your loyalty to the company and if you were just there because of Yuki.

Saying that, you were also reminded that you’d have to face the media and twitter if you confirmed it. Cheers to more speculations as to whether you were the gridwhore or the gridslut. Somehow the same thing with different names.

To be fair, you'd have to face the media anyway in this scenario. You couldn’t just chase them down and ask them to do the story again ‘just because’ and you were certain some eagle-eyed fan would definitely notice the package in the original video anyway. Yuki interrupted your thoughts by speaking.

“You know I’d fistfight someone for you?” You opened your eyes to face his genuine ones, the seriousness of his face causing you to smile.

“I know. I’d do the same for you.” The smile he had in return caused you to grab the hand he was holding your face in and turn your face to kiss it.

“I could call Pierre, he’d probably know what to do.” You immediately scoffed, closing your eyes and laughing into Yuki’s hand as you grasped it.

“I’m serious! He might have some sort of way for it to be passed off as something else!”

“Darling, I’m not sure about that.” You were careful to make your voice not sound condescending.

“You never know!” He said, pulling away (which you did definitely not whine at) and grabbing his phone from the table, quickly dialling Pierre’s number.

You watched as Yuki paced, giving you a thumbs up when the call went through. The loud blasting club music through the phone did clue you in to that though.

“Hi Pierre!” He started and you watched as he moved from foot-to-foot.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said and then continued. “Sorry to take you away from your party but I have a question.”

A pause.

“Ah ok. If you needed to pass off a condom wrapper as something else, what would you choose?” Yuki said, giving you another thumbs up.

The raucous laughter Pierre released was heard through the phone (he really ought to turn the volume down) and it made you start to giggle, especially as Yuki furrowed his eyebrows.

“Of course I’m serious!” He said, starting to pace again.

“Why? We accidentally had one out on the side table when a room tour was taking place.” He explained as he finally sat down after you patted the space in front of you on the bed.

“What? Who? You know who!” He said and you tilted your head in confusion. He sighed before muttering into the phone.

“Yes, the person I had a crush on the whole last year. Go away.” You tilted your head back as a wave of elation washed over you, it was always nice to know the people you want, want you too. Even if you’d been dating, it’s still nice to know.

Pierre’s reaction to this could also be heard through the phone, a loud “WHAT?” that had Yuki sighing before hanging up. He took a second before looking at you.

“Useless.” He simply said and it was enough to send you into a minutes long laughing fit. He giggled along with you, though he admittedly found it a lot less funny.

“So there’s nothing we can do?” You asked and he nodded.

“Seems like we just have to let things run their course.” You nodded in agreement, already having mentally prepared yourself.

“However…” You looked up at the tone of his voice.

“We could… Y’know… use the condom?” He said and you started to giggle again before nodding.

“Seems the only acceptable course.” You replied and he smiled before climbing back onto the bed.

—-

Yippee, does this mean I can make a masterlist?

[fbfh]

curiosity is a wonderful thing - ch. 6

wc: 2.8k

genre: slowburn, best friends to lovers, painful tooth rotting fluff

pairing: Audrey x Ben, eventual Ben x daughter of alice!reader

warnings: ben's deeply repressed feelings looming ominously in the distance, audrey being an absolute bitch but what's new, op fixing the lore with nail glue and packing tape, Evie is a fucking icon as always

summary: After a long day fighting your way through a mountain of paperwork, you find yourself unable to sleep. Sneaking into ben's room always does the trick. Mal can't find a love spell in her spell book, but she finds something that should work almost as well.

song recs: spring fever - sub urban

a/n: the one thing that pisses me off is that there is no canonical use of love spells in the disney universe outside of descendants. they literally don't exist. genie says no making someone fall in love with someone else. you'd think they would know their own lore /lh

anyway fangz to cici as always (i am so sorry about buggy) and also as always, an optional fit for your viewing pleasure

tags @yesv01 @magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @sunshineangel-reads @strawberry-cake1 @dustyinkpages @kiara7777

You spend the next several hours by Ben’s side as you bounce between various meetings, and of course, your etiquette lessons that you’ve been attending since you were no older than a twizzleroot blossom.  They're not really etiquette lessons, not anymore. They were when you were young, you would attend a few times a week with all the other kids your age. You’d learn how to drink tea, how to write thank you notes, and all the other things you need to know to feel comfortable in royal high society settings. By the end of middle school, most of your peers were no longer in attendance. 

You and Ben, however, used the opportunity to learn about more and more of the nuanced aspects of politics, social graces, and media training. Your parents were both glad for this, and since you seemed on track to be real politicians and not just socialites, it was a perfect fit. However, saying that you have to go to your class for advanced political studies, world history, social graces, and media training is a little too clunky for your taste. You and Ben never grew out of calling them etiquette lessons, so the name stuck to this day.

On this day in particular, you now find yourself sitting next to Ben at a large table in one of the many makeshift conference rooms on campus. You’ve been in and out of meetings and lessons and debriefings about the Isle kids’ arrival, and now you’ve finally made it nearly to the end of your to do list. Ben insisted you didn’t need to stay late with him to do all this paperwork, but you insisted equally as much that you wouldn’t dream of leaving him to do it all himself. Now as Ben skims the monotonous text, signing on lines and initialing boxes, you dig through a seemingly endless database of forms, trying to find the right one. 

You bounce increasingly obscure form titles back and forth for a few minutes. After coming up with nothing, Ben lets out an amiable laugh. He should have expected something that seems straightforward would take at least ten times as long as it should. That’s government for you, that’s what his dad would say. A knock at the door draws both your attention, and Jane pokes her head in awkwardly. She tucks a section of her dark blunt bob behind her ear, then speaks nervously. 

“Uh, hi. My mom sent me,” she says in a quiet, hesitant voice. “She said she’s going to be about half an hour late. There was a problem with some ducks in the forest, or something?” 

Ben smiles at her politely.

“Thanks, Jane.” Ben says politely. Jane nods and leaves quickly, fussing with her short hair. You let out a puff of air from between your lips.

“Even more delays…” you murmur, clicking onto page 23 out of 66 of forms to look through. “How fun.”

Ben chuckles, agreeing as he stands up to stretch his legs. He walks around for a moment, and turns on an extra lamp. It’s starting to get dark out, and the last thing either of you need right now is eye strain. Wait, it’s already getting dark out? He stops in his tracks.

“Shit.” He mutters, reaching for his phone on the table. He completely forgot about dinner with Audrey, but he has to find these forms and get them filled out tonight. You try not to look like you're listening too closely as the phone rings, but Audrey’s voice is quite hard to ignore. Before he can greet her, she’s already demanding to know where he is and why he’s late.

“No, no. I- I didn’t forget. I… well… uh, no. It’s-” Ben rambles around Audrey’s interjections. He gets up, pacing around a little, and walking across the room away from you. He doesn’t want you to have to hear this. 

“We’re just running behind. No- No! I would never intentionally… stand you up… I-” 

“Right!” Audrey snaps on the other end, forcing a smile. “Well then. Maybe we should just cancel!” 

“Wh- uh, okay. I- I’ll make it up to you. We can… uh, later this week? We’ll - before the next tourney meet? I…” 

Ben sighs and pulls his phone away, looking at the screen. Call ended. He walks back over to the table, sitting down to continue trudging through the task at hand. You wordlessly slide a teacup over toward him, the colorful porcelain filled with warm chai, perfectly sweetened. He cracks a smile, and accepts the cup. 

“Thanks, bunny.” He says quietly. You hum warmly in response. You settle back into your comfortable silence, trudging through forms and digging through documents. As you sit across from each other, the pile of completed paperwork steadily grows taller. Hours pass, and you don’t realize how late it is until you’re finally ready to call it quits for tonight. You stumble through your bedtime routine, grateful that you have your muscle memory to carry you through. As soon as your head hits your soft pillow… nothing happens. You toss and turn for a few minutes, trying to get comfortable, then let out an irritated sigh. You managed to get through such a long day and mountains of paperwork, and you still can’t sleep. 

In the opposite wing of the dorms, Ben has no trouble winding down. He’s cozy in his silky royal blue and daffodil yellow sheets, and he’s satisfied with a long day of hard, productive work. He lets out a soft breath, feeling himself teetering on the brink of sleep. Then he hears his door creak open. Soft, muffled footsteps creep across the wood floor, then grow silent as they meet the expansive carpet covering the majority of the floor. He doesn’t move, doesn’t open his eyes, but he can feel someone crouching next to his bed. 

“...Ben?”

He cracks a smile at the sound of your voice, how quiet and tiny you sound in the lateness of the night. You smile a little too when you see him fighting a little grin. After a moment, he answers. 

“Yes bunny?”

“Are you asleep?” You ask carefully. You wait in the darkness for him to answer. 

“Yes.” 

You smile at his sarcastic response, letting out a little breathy giggle through your nose. You kick off your bunny slippers - complete with little tophats - and crawl into bed next to Ben. He’s already scooching over and lifting up the blankets for you, pulling them over your shoulders the way he knows you like. 

He doesn’t need to ask if you couldn’t sleep, he already knows you couldn’t. You’ve been doing this, sneaking in for sleepovers when insomnia gets the best of you, for as long as he can remember. Something about his presence comforts you, relaxes you through even the longest, most never ending nights. No matter how tired he is, he’s always happy to be there for you on nights like tonight, he’s always happy to keep you warm and talk you to sleep. 

And that’s just what he does. He lets you lead the conversation, rambling about whatever springs to mind, emptying out your brain so you can rest. He’d like to think he knows you pretty well by now. He knows just what to do to help you settle down, to give you the best chance of having a restful night. It’s no surprise to him that you mostly seem to be thinking about the Isle kids. 

“I mean, this is real. Our actions mean they get a chance at a better life.” You mutter drowsily. Your cheek is squished against his pillow and your words are heavy with fatigue. Ben can’t help but think it makes your Wonderland accent that much… cuter. 

“Yeah,” He agrees. He traces his hand along your back soothingly. He glances down and notices you’re wearing the white button down shirt you sometimes wear as a pajama top. He asked you about it once, and you said it made you think of him. He smiles a little as he settles back into his pillows.

“I just hope they’ll be able to assimilate well.” You say, a tone of worry now present in your words. “The only thing worse than doing nothing would be having their decisions made for them because of social pressure…” 

“We’ll keep a close eye out for that.” Ben says. His voice is husky and drowsy. It fills you with warmth, with an appreciation for him and the way he stays up with you even though you know how tired he must be. You nod a little, then find yourself rambling again. 

“I just wish there was a way to guarantee that they felt welcome and not… ostracized.” You mumble. You inch closer to him, snuggling into his warm chest and listening to his soothing heartbeat. It speeds up almost imperceptibly as you do.

“Make sure they know that we know them as people. As individuals, and not just…” You continue, cutting yourself off with a yawn. You stretch a little as you do, then curl back up. Ben looks down at you, smiling a little at how sweet you are, at how clingy you get when you’re sleepy. 

“As the children of their parents…” You finish. Ben hums in agreement. He notices how heavy your eyes are getting, how your speech is slowing, how the flow of your thoughts have gone from a fully blasting garden hose to a subtly dripping kitchen sink. You’re about to fall asleep, which means he can let himself sleep too. He couldn’t have gone to bed before now if he wanted to. If he knows you can’t sleep, he won’t be able to either. But feeling your soft breaths across his skin, feeling the way your chest rises and falls as his hand lays comfortingly on your side, knowing that you’re warm and safe here, with him… Ben feels more relaxed than he has in a long time. Probably since… the last time you couldn’t sleep. 

Sometimes when it’s just the two of you like this, all drowsy and late at night, in the moments before he falls asleep, Ben sometimes gets… weird thoughts. Weird, random, impulsive thoughts that are not at all like him. Totally out of left field stuff, like… wanting to kiss you. Like, really, really wanting to kiss you. Sometimes that turns into wanting to hold you, too. And not like this, not holding you platonically, like a best friend, but… holding you a different way. Maybe wanting to hold you tight in his arms, and lay you down in his big, silky bed, and… 

Ben squeezes his eyes shut tight for a moment before relaxing his face. He puts a manual stop to that train of thought, absolutely refusing to let it continue anymore. He won’t entertain it, he won’t let it heat up his cheeks anymore. He doesn’t like thinking things like that about anyone, and he certainly won’t let himself think anything like that about you. He sighs softly. These crazy thoughts will be gone by the morning. They always are. They have to be. 

Besides, it’s so late, he won’t even remember this by the time he wakes up. That’s what he always tells himself. The last thing he would never admit to anyone - not even to himself - surfaces right before he falls asleep. It must be the late hour, where everything vulnerable feels completely abstract and intangible, but he thinks it’s a lot easier to stop himself from thinking those things about Audrey than it is to stop thinking those things about you. 

While you and Ben drift off to sleep, safe and sound in each other’s arms, someone else is wide awake. Sitting in the dorm she shares with Evie, Mal sits on her bed, scouring her spell book exactly like she’s been doing since Ben left earlier that afternoon. After hours of hitting brick wall after brick wall, Mal is met with the back cover of the book. Again. She lets out a frustrated noise, and flips back to the beginning.

“There’s not a single love spell in this whole fucking book!” She exclaims. She looks over the first few pages, reading them more closely in hopes that she somehow missed something. Evie sits across the room in front of a lit up mirror, plucking meticulously at her eyebrows. 

“Are we…” She winces, then inspects her skin and eyebrows again. “Are we sure we need a love spell?” 

Mal rolls her eyes at the question. Yes, obviously they need a love spell. Evie is oblivious to her irritation, and continues thinking out loud around her careful use of the sharp tweezers in her hand. 

“I could… just work my charm on him. All it would take is one look into my…” Another wince. “Hypnotizing eyes, and he’d be wrapped around my finger.”

She leans back, taking a final look at her work, more satisfied with her appearance now. 

“I mean, he’s not really my type, but…” she shrugs, and looks at Mal, waiting for some kind of reaction from her. Mal doesn’t look up at Evie’s eyebrows, she just keeps digging through her book and ignoring the sound of Carlos and Jay playing videogames.

“No, we need a spell. This has to work. It has to be foolproof.” 

Evie grabs a jade roller and some hydrating gel. She still can’t believe how amazing the makeup and the skincare in Auradon is. She hasn’t seen one half wilted aloe plant, and this gel is infused with roses from Aurora’s moors, glacier water from Arendelle, and caviar fished from the Caribbean. She can’t wait to get her hands on a decent blush, and a lip liner that doesn’t double as eyeliner and an eyebrow pencil. 

Evie notices the scowl on Mal’s face as she hunches over the spell book. Normally she would scold Mal for making faces that will give her wrinkles, but now that she has her hands on retinol, hyaluronic acid, and hydrocolloid patches, she can fix any stress wrinkles Mal brings upon herself. After what feels like an eternity of searching the same pages over and over, something catches Mal’s eye, causing her to stop in her tracks. It’s more of her mothers rambling annotations and scrawled notes, this time on the topic of hypnosis. 

Hypnosis can be useful as long as you’re stealthy with it. Jafar got sloppy, he kept hypnotizing that stupid sultan over and over, not bothering to use hypnosis for it’s true purpose - a means to an end. If you’re an evil genius like I am, and you use hypnosis sparingly, no one will be the wiser. Don’t get me started on that oversized calamari - Ursula has to be the best example of what not to do when you’re hypnotizing a bonehead prince to make him think he’s in love with you. Something as easily breakable as a necklace? Please. Besides, everyone knows the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. 

Her mother’s scratchy handwriting goes on for a while, some anecdote about her and Mal’s father, something she’d rather not read. Ever. She thinks back to what Evie said about wrapping Ben around her finger, and in one desperately needed moment of clarity, everything falls into place. A plan begins to form in her mind. 

“This… this could work.” She says. Those three, quietly spoken words get the attention of everyone in the room. Evie sets down her gua sha stone, and Carlos pauses their videogame. They all walk over, hesitant and eager to hear what Mal figured out. Mal lets out a laugh of disbelief. It seems so simple now, she wonders why she didn’t think of it sooner. She can just hypnotize Ben into falling in love with her. She can trick him into thinking that he loves Mal more than he’s ever loved Audrey, then - boom! Front row seats to coronation, which means front row seats to stealing the wand out from under their noses. 

While Mal silently hashes out the details so she can tell her friends, Evie inspects her cuticles. She really should push them back. She stands up, grabbing a cuticle pusher and an orange wood stick from her pencil cup before making her way back over to Mal’s bed. As the three of them wait with bated breath, Mal looks over the hypnosis spell again and again. After a few moments, she tucks a piece of paper between the pages, marking her spell to reference later. She slams the book shut, and looks up at her friends.

“Come on guys. Let’s go bake some cookies.”

[cryingatships]

Thinking about Kenta slowly settling into the X-Hunter family over the course of weeks and months, partly cause it's a foster home Tony's adopted kids, and partly because he's Kim's boyfriend.

Kenta visits Kim after a group practise just a few weeks after the events of canon and stands stiff next to the doors of the garage, not daring to step inside.

No one notices him (cause we all know how lax X-Hunter's security is lmfao) till the practise is finished and Kim is coming into the garage with the rest of the team to look at their performance reviews, and he notices Kenta standing all awkward and small and tiny.

He waves at Kenta, and it catches Alan's attention and of course he has to invite Kenta in (the man has a knack for picking up 'kids' at a moment's notice).

North tries to protest a little because hello this man literally tried to kill a few of us and sabotage our team in the worst possible way??? But Alan (and Kim's) glare shuts him up, and Kenta is invited inside graciously by Alan.

Kim perks up in his presence, but the rest of the people are still a little tense, especially Babe, Sonic, and Way (he's alive cause I said so. And he and Kenta has history, and not the good or the spice kind so!). They are not the most pleased, remembering the past, taking Kenta's actions as fatally dangerous but nothing personal, remembering how the circumstances made by Tony, and how Kenta went through weeks of therapy, and will be going to years more of it, all narrated by Kim during practise-breaks and team-meetings after he officially joined the team.

Jeff greets him with a smile, and Charlie nods in acknowledgement, having heard of Kenta from Jeff for years, though without any face to put the name onto before.

But they resume talking numbers and times with Alan and the technical team, and soon no one is paying any attention to Kenta as he shuffles himself into one of the couches in the corner, stooping down and trying to make himself look as small as he feels.

He hears words, but does not register anything, thinking about the warm smile of Alan, the man who's entire team he tried to destroy, the same team he has poured his life and savings into, according to Kim. He thinks about Way, who has faced Tony for years too, just like Kenta himself, but has betrayed Tony in the end and sided with people who care for him, who loves him, who surrounds him now and would surround him forever. And he thinks about the eyes of Babe, who, like him, has gone through it all with Tony, who pulled himself out, even if it's right at the end. Babe never bent himself back to Tony's will, never put a gun on anyone's head and killed them just because Tony asked him to, never did all the terrible things Kenta has done, even when everything went against him, even when Kenta tried to destroy his career and imprison him in Tony's mansion again. Even when he was at his lowest, he was still strong enough to stand in front of Tony and spit in his name. He thinks of Jeff, who smiled at him, who had run away too, and about Charlie, who almost died thanks to Kenta playing villain for Tony and yet stood up and challenged Tony anyway.

They have suffered so much over the years, as much as Kenta has gone through in Tony's hand, yet they have run away, made their lives in the world outside without fear, have stood in front of Tony and looked at his face and not flinched.

And now they have looked at Kenta, and have let him in, let him stay, even though Kenta does not deserve it in the least bit. Even though he has pulled dirty tricks, tried to kill them again and again. Yet they nod at him, and smile at him, and let Alan and Kim invite him in, even when he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve forgiveness, doesn't deserve love, doesn't deserve Kim's love and Jeff's smile and Alan's kindness, even when he's a traitor, even when he's dirtier and lower than anything else, even when-

"Hey, you ok?"

A hand rests on his back, warm against the fabric of his shirt. The familiar scent of coffee, lemon, mixed with engine exhaust and gasoline tickle his nose. It's a strange combination, potent and slightly stinging, but it feels like warmth, cuddles, and home, even when Kenta does not know what a home is.

Kim sits down next to him and pulls Kenta's face on his shoulder.

"You ok? Are the smells here too much? Wanna leave?"

Kim's voice is an anchor against the rough waves of guilt, shame, anger, regret. He's warm and real by Kenta's side, and his hand is soft and forgiving as it moves through Kenta's hair—now longer and falling on his shoulders after Kim telling him how hot it looks for days. He, at least, doesn't seem to hate Kenta in the garage, since he invited Kenta and all.

"Don't you have more to talk about cars?"

"Not really. Alan let me go today. Saw you shaking alone in a corner and all... thought I should ease you in your first visit here."

"Will that be ok? I'm being a bother here, aren't I? I'll leave-"

But Kim doesn't let him go. A wraps an arm tight around Kenta and holds him to his side. The hands on Kenta's hair become gentler, and Kim's calming pheromones slowly spread between them.

"Nah, it's all good. We weren't talking anything that imp. Plus, Alan's worried about you, y'know?"

Kenta can't fathom why Alan would ever be worried about him. Being concerned for Kim is understandable, Kim's a racer and a good one at that, he's an important new addition to the team. Forgiving Kenta and letting him come in the garage for the sake of keeping Kim satisfied was also understandable, even downright kind, but...

"Why?" Kenta has to ask. "I... did them a lot of wrong."

"You can ask Alan later, if you want." Kim shrugs. "He's like that, I guess. He picked me up too, in case you didn't notice." There's a smile in his voice. He seems comfortable, far more than Kenta had thought was possible in a team that used to be his competitors till a few weeks ago. He seems... at home.

Kenta's glad he has found his home.

"..."

He doesn't say something for a while. Talking to Alan personally, asking him something like that? Kenta can't even imagine it. Tony would never allow someone to walk away without a punishment after trying to harm him in the littlest bit. And Kenta has done so, so much more to Alan and his team.

"Is this making you uncomfortable?" Kim asks after a minute of silence. "I swear Alan likes you, and the guys have all forgiven you too. Mostly, anyway. North's always a bit impulsive, but he's coming around too, so don't feel bad."

Kenta feels bad. He feels so bad. Worse now that he knows he's received so much forgiveness, and all of it undeserved too. Why would someone even do that, forgive people who brought them harm?

Kim notices his silence. And perhaps he takes it for discomfort, for he asks if Kenta is tired, if he wants to go home.

Home. Is that what he and Kim are making together?

He does want to leave, get away from the inquiring, sometimes concerned eyes. Get away from the forgiveness that burns shame and guilt into his skin.

He wants to go home, bury himself in the piles of blankets on his and Kim's bed, breathe in lungfuls of his scent and drown in his kisses. But...

"Didn't you say you had to go for a team dinner after practise?"

"Right! About that... Alan's actually asked me to tell you to join us, if you'd like to. But if you want to go home now, then we can leave, let me just tell them goodbye."

And Kenta really, really does to go home. But he also wants to stay. He doesn't want Kim to miss a dinner with his still-new team, not when he wants to stay with the X-Hunters for many seasons still.

And... he wants to stay, too. Check if Alan's really ok with him going, if the rest of the team will still be civil in closer proximity.

He wants to see how far kindness and forgiveness can go.

It will be uncomfortable. Enduring prying gazes for a few more hours, and maybe even awkward small talks as they try to shift around and bend the established pack dynamics to let Kenta, coward, traitor Kenta, come into their circle even if it's only for one dinner.

And then again, Kenta may just fuck it all up with ill timed words, or perhaps someone from the team, maybe North, or Way or Babe or Charlie or Sonic, or perhaps even Alan, kind as he is, realizes they've had enough of tolerating a weak, pathetic excuse of a person in their table.

But he wants to be brave, even if it's years late.

Kim deserves a pack. Kim loves him, and Kenta loves him just as much. He's not going to take it all away form Kim just because he's afraid, just because of 'what ifs'.

"No, I'll go for dinner with you. Tell Alan that, please, if they'll still have me."

Kim presses a kiss on his forehead, takes a long inhale of Kenta's scent, and gets up.

"Be right back, then!"

Kenta watches him walk towards the small circle of people gathered around the screens with blinking numbers of red.

He doesn't know what will happen, but he wants to try. He wants to brave. He wants a home. For Kim. And for himself.

[gatitties]

Hey! Hey. Here's a gift for being a wonderful writer and person 💐💐💐

I just wanted to ask...well, you can take it as a Part 2 of the Platonic Yandere! Monster trio with Teen!Female!Y/n who hot into their world. What if Y/n will get invited into another crew? Not just any crew but Law's or Kid's ? (You can choose one of them or if you feel mischievous both).

Maybe they then kidnapped Y/n.???(Plot twist?)

─Yandere!monster trio x teen!fem!reader (platonic)

─Summary: you try to go with another crew, but that would be very dangerous for you, it's better to stay with them, right?

─Warnings: toxic behaviors, obsession, manipulation, yandere stuff

Part one

omg you're so cute 🫂 now everyone here is yanderes and they want to spend time with reader 😩 (@emtynessinmyworld, @hbk99450 here you go, second part!!)

─ You have to be very lucky that someone outside the crew can even talk to you or look at you.

─ Luffy is still an idiot at least, he won't mind if you meet other people only if they are trustworthy, just like Sanji, Zoro is the least permissive in terms of the people you are allowed to talk to.

─ However, at some point in history Law arrived, you knew it, but as you promised, you were not going to ruin their adventures.

─ They didn't take much importance to it when you and Law started talking more often, after all, now they were in an alliance with him and you seemed to be behaving normally with them, you learned to swallow your fear little by little knowing that they wouldn't harm you physically.

─ The problem was that you fascinated Law with all your history, your world, how you got here, the few medical things you knew and that you could tell him about your world, he seemed to never tire of conversations with you.

─ Of course, he is not stupid and he noticed the obsessive behavior of the trio the more time he spent with you, it seemed that stealing your time irritated them, they always looked for an excuse to get away from him, he didn't like it.

─ Before the alliance ended, he offered you to sail with him, after all he could also protect you, but more importantly heal you if any incident ever happens

─ If you accepted, keep in mind that these three are going to catch you red-handed trying to leave them, why are you leaving? Are you no longer comfortable with them by your side? It doesn't matter, they are the only ones who can keep you safe, you know it well, they are the protagonists isn't it?

─ If you manage to escape anyway, don't think that Law will be more permissive, he will be stricter with certain things, although he knows that he can control you perfectly, he just needs a bit of blackmail to get you to calm down.

─ If you don't succeed, you will be punished, you will have to be locked in your room for a few days, and after that you will have to go with a child leash when you are on an island, they will not lose sight of you and you will have to earn their trust little by little.

─ Then again, if you ever cross paths with Kid without the boys, or even with them, maybe he heard some rumor about a strange teenager traveling with the Strawhats.

─ Kid is an asshole, he will only want you on his ship to annoy Luffy, like starting a war.

─He'll try to kidnap you, you're weak so it's a piece of cake for him, just a little help from his crew is enough to distract the monster trio and leave you alone.

─ Killer will look at him with disapproval after hearing why you were there, but it was too late to return you, they didn't want to have someone useless in terms of strength on their ship.

─ Luckily you exchanged that lack of power with knowledge, god bless those idiotic but useful google searches you did all the time before you got here.

─ Of all the crews, the Kid Pirates were the least concerned about your well-being, which gave you a break from everything you had to put up with the Strawhats or, failing that, if you had finished with Law.

─ Although that does not mean that they now consider you part of the group, being the weakest link, they always had you in their sights in case something happened, Heat and Wire became your bodyguards.

─ They have definitely been threatened by Luffy, he has probably done something out of character for him and that is why they are watching that there is not even a measly wound on your body, somehow, both you and they know that the trio of monsters will return.

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Clan of Three - Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen: The Pirate

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 6.8K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments, Din being a protective father, romance (woah shocking)

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The silence of the alleged Mandalorian covert greeted New Republic, Captain Carson Teva. After failing at gaining the New Republic's help from the distress call sent by Greef Karga and the people of Nevarro. Teva knew the next best place to gain help. You were all inside the covert on a relatively normal day, with no foundlings getting kidnapped, and no fighting between other Mandalorians and yourself. Following Ragnar’s rescue you seemed to be on the better side of most of the covert few though taking longer to find a liking. Grogu rests in your lap as R4 spun around in circles making happy beeps and producing giggles from the child as Bo-Katan and Din stood above you to speak to one another. A faint smile graces your face seeing the happiness in the child when a presence you didn’t recognize covers over you. You freeze your head snapping towards the direction of the covert entrance, both of the adults notice your sudden movements as Grogu coos up at you concerned.

“What’s wrong kid?” Din asks gaining the attention of some of the other Mandalorians,

“Someone’s here.”

Captain Teva exits his starfighter slowly walking towards the direction of the entrance of a cave as he holds his hands up calling out, “Captain Carson Teva, Adelphi Rangers. I have a time-pressing matter to attend to.” Appearing from the entrance Mandalorians are all armed as Paz Vizsla calls out to the Captain,

“Clear out, Blue Boy. The New Republic isn’t welcome here.” The Mandalorians on the ridge have their weapons aimed at the others at the covert entrance as the Captain keeps his arms raised, “Sorry for dropping in unannounced, but if I’d given a warning, your settlement would’ve cleared out before I ever hit the atmosphere.” He says and appearing from the crowd the silver beskar Mandalorian that he knows, followed close behind the young girl with the X-Wing. You stand slightly behind Din as he looks over Teva,

“How did you manage to find us? Mandalorians pride themselves on our secrecy.” Din says and Teva nods behind you all, “Fortunately, someone I served with in the Rebellion is amongst your ranks,” You glance behind seeing R5 beep beside R4,

“Thanks, R5.”

“The entire covert will now have to relocate.” Din explains, “Or we could kill him. Stay right here.” Vizsla comments and Din shakes his head.

“This man cut me a break once and now I’m returning the favor. Clear out, Blue.” Din responds ushering for him to leave, “Greef Karga sent this holomessage,” His hand moves to his belt and all your weapons raise aimed at the Captain your hand resting on your saber. Teva raises his hand before slowly pulling out the holomessage, “Nevarro is under siege by pirates. He’s asking for help.”

Din moves forward and you can hear pieces of their conversation as you wait for Din’s decision, “They’re about to blow Nevarro to hell.” “We don’t even have ships,” Din responds and Teva crosses his arms.

“Coruscant doesn’t care….You won’t let him die…-that the Empire is growing again.”

“-has something to do with it?” You hear Din and you see Teva shrug, “...something doesn’t smell right. Look, it’s not your fight….your friend is in danger and I thought you should know.” The man tosses the holomessage to Din as you and Bo-Katan come towards his side.

“I know you’ll relocate anyway, but you have my word, I will not reveal your location,” He heads toward his X-Wing before gazing back, “Just a warning the New Republic got their eyes out for a princess that is both Jedi and Mandalorian. Thought you might want to know in case you’re ever in New Republic territory. Sorry to intrude.” He warns you and you nod in thanks as you watch Teva leave in his X-Wing.

“So, what are you thinking?” You ask glancing at Din as he looks at the message Greef had sent, “He’s right. I gotta help the guy.” Din says worried for the old friend of Nevarro.

“You can’t do it alone.” Bo-Katan reminds him as you three return to the covert

Inside the covert cave all the members of the covert sit or stand before him. The large fire illuminates the room as he holds the Armorer’s hammer speaking to you all. You stand between Kaz and R4 as Din gives his speech, “Now, many of you don’t know Greef Karga. And those that do, fought against him when you rescued me from his ambush many cycles ago on the streets of Nevarro. Since then, he’s had a change of heart and has risked his life to save mine as well as the foundlings in my charge,” The crowd murmurs as Din tries to get them to side with him. “I stand before you to petition an intervention. To help rescue Nevarro before it’s too late. I am in no position to ask any more of you. However…” The crowd only grows louder in disagreement and Din speaks up.

“However, the enemy that decimated this very covert were Imperials, not Greef Karga’s bounty hunters. Greef Karga is now a High Magistrate and has offered me a tract of land on his independent world. Perhaps it is time for us to live in the light once again on a planet where we are welcome. So our culture may flourish and our children can feel what it is to play in the sunlight.” Din finishes his speech and returns the hammer to the Armorer as he sits beside Bo-Katan and Grogu.

“Does anyone else wish to speak?” The Armorer calls out and you lean to Kaz, “What happens now?” “It’s up to them now.” He whispers and you see Paz Vizsla stand up.

“I do.” You curse slightly under your breath ready for him to turn your potential allies against you. You knew that you, Bo-Katan, and Din could do some damage but you weren’t enough to take down all of Gorian Shard’s pirates. “I was there on Nevarro that night. I fought against Greef Karga and his hunters. I saw my brothers and sisters fall at the hands of the Imperial butchers that hunted us in the sewers. I saw many die to save the life of this tiny foundling and this jedi.” He points the hammer at Grogu and then toward you and you stiffen under his gaze before he turns toward his brothers and sisters

“And now we are asked to sacrifice yet again. The question we should be asking ourselves is, ‘Why? Why should we lay our lives down yet again?’ Because we are Mandalorians. I have had my disagreements with this man, but he risked his life to save my son. And Y/n Kryze did not give up on my child’s life even when the rest of us did. These two are asking us to take up arms in the name of a brighter future, and I for one will take up arms to fight by their side.” The crowd makes nods of agreement and you feel the boy’s hand slide into yours squeezing it as you look up at him.

“This is the Way.” He says and the covert chants the words back, “This is the Way.”

The Armorer looks around before repeating the words, “This is the Way.”

Outside Bo-Katan stands outside her ship a group of Mandalorians briefing them, “This is a Kom’rk Class fighter transport. I’ll use this to drop you in and you will operate as a tight military unit. Din Djarin and myself will reinforce from above. If everyone acts as they should, we can use the element of surprise and defeat an enemy that outnumbers us.” She explains as the group of fighters gets prepared boarding Bo-Katan’s ship while you situate R4 into the X-Wing you glance back seeing Din coming over to you.

“I want you to find Karga, and make sure the people of Nevarro are alright.” He says and you give him a look. “You want me away from the fight?” You chuckle before shaking your head, “Din I’m not a child I can handle a fight, you have people on the ground, you and Bo-Katan providing air support, and you have no person going after Gorian Shard.” You shove another bag into the compartment closing it.

“So I’m going to be that person.” You turn back to Din as he shakes his head. “Gorian Shard is a feared Pirate King it’s too dangerous for you.”

“I’ve fought Imps, bounty hunters, a kriffing Krayt Dragon for Maker’s sake I think I can handle pirates.” You say before moving towards the older man you can sense his fear and you grab his hand. “I’m going to be fine I promise.” You say and Din’s gaze is focused on your joined hands as you squeeze them in reassurance.

“You're getting too old too fast,” He comments and you laugh slightly, “I know you’re not that little girl from Tatooine...I just want you to be safe for my sake.” You smile softly wrapping your arms around his neck as the cold beskar presses against your skin, “Cuyir morut'yc ner ad.” (be safe my daughter) He whispers holding you tight not wanting to let you go. 

“Ni ratiin cuy'.” (I always am) You reassure him as he pulls back fixing your hair and checking over you one last time before nodding and stepping back. “You pull back if anything goes wrong.” He orders and you nod.

“I will,” You say, “Besides I won’t be alone.” You comment before he can question he notices the copper and white Mandalorian appearing from behind you, “We ready?”

“Yep!” You say pulling away from Din as you move to the X-Wing checking over R4. Kaz goes to join your side when a harsh grip, tougher and stronger than beskar grips his bicep.

“If anything and I mean anything happens to her. You will experience pain worse than death itself. Are we clear?” Din grits producing an intimidating presence to the much younger Mandalorian who nods sharply. He knew Din Djarin was a feared bounty hunter and he had only gotten a glimpse of what he could truly do. He heard the stories of him taking down Moff Gideon’s enter light cruiser to rescue that young girl and the infant. Din lets go of Kaz’s arm before he retreats to his ship.

“You coming?” You call out to the Mandalorian who nods reaching your ship, “Alright in.” You gesture to the pilot’s seat as he climbs in before looking around for where you would be going.

“Wait it’s only one seat, were are you going-” He doesn’t get to finish as you climb in resting on his lap and he freezes. It was a tight fit but you managed, you glance slightly at your limited space seeing him still as a statue, “You good?” You ask in a teasing tone and that snaps him out of his silence as he nods.

“Y-Yep!” His voice slightly cracks beneath the beskar as you start up the X-Wing while he settles in the seat more relaxed his nervousness is replaced with awe being inside the X-Wing. Soon the three ships depart from the covert heading towards Nevarro to rescue the city.

“Pirate King Gorian Shard is captaining a Cumulus Class Corsair carrying a complement of snubfighters. It has aerial bombardment capabilities. The N1 will distract the Corsair and her snubfighters as we drop in to liberate the planet below,” Bo-Katan’s voice comes through your comms as you travel through hyperspace, “Nevarro is an independent planet and no longer under remnant Imperial or New Republic protection. But it’s that very independence that makes it appealing for you to settle. You lived there once, hiding in the sewers. But now, you can be heroes.”

On the pirate-infested planet Nevarro, pirates pillage the city from the ground and suddenly see a starfighter fly past them. On Gorian Shard’s ship, they see on their enemy proximity warning indicator a blip appears drawing closer to the Corsair “Captain, there’s a starfighter off our port bow.” Suddenly attacked the ship rattles as the N-1 containing Din Djarin flies past them taking down the gun turrets, “Ah! It’s the Mandalorian. Man, the gunwales...launch the snubfighters. Follow him!” Shard bellows as the snubfighters as sent after the Mandalorian.

“Bold of you to return, Mandalorian. Blast that ship!” The Nikito Vane calls out to the Mandalorian as the dogfight between the Mandalorian and the multiple ships chase after him. Far off in the distance watching the sudden rescue attempt Greef Karga sees the familiar ship. “Thanks for your help, Mando.” Greef’s voice comes through Din’s comms as he dodges another ship.

“I decided to take you up on your offer for a tract of land,” Din says and Greef can see Din avoiding the fighters, “Be careful, my friend. They’ve got you outnumbered ten to one.” As one of the snubfighters chases after Din pulling back as another head towards him the two crash into each other in a fiery explosion.

“I like those odds,” Din says a smirk underneath the beskar, the child in his lap cooing from the thrill of the battle. Greef chuckles glad for the rescue, “I bet you do.”

“The Corsair’s on me. The coast is clear.” Din’s voice comes through your comms, and both yours and Bo-Katan’s ship split up. “Alright R4, take over for me.” You say as the droid begins controlling the ship as you open up the canopy the wind rushes through your hair as you climb out of the cockpit standing on the wings and you can sense the shock coming from the copper and white Mandalorian.

“What are you doing?!” He yells over the wind as R4 brings the ship to a hover far above the clouds, “Those gun turrets are still active if we try getting any closer we’ll be blown up before we can dock. So we’re going to jump.”

“Jump?!” He yells thinking you were insane, “Yes jump! We’re too small to be picked up on the sensors when we land, by the time they do notice us we’ll already be on the ship! So get up and get ready to jump!” You yell as he curses in Mando’a before climbing up and joining you on the wing as R4 closes the canopy. The wind rushes through your hair, whipping your cloak around the same as Kaz’s cape.

“Alright on my signal we jump!” You yell and you can sense the fear and stupidity of all of this, “You’re crazy you know that, mesh’la?” He yells back and you give him a cocky grin.

“I know!” You smile and R4 beeps letting you know we’re in the right position. “Alright let’s go!”

“Are you sure we can’t fly clos-Maker!” He tries turning back on the idea but quickly follows after seeing you fully send it off the ship freefalling. The wind is in your face as you fall through the clouds before you spot the ship below you. You thank the Force for cushioning your fall landing on the top of the cruiser Kaz slows his fall with his jetpack his blasters ready as you pull out your saber.

“Cover me!” You say before beginning to carve a hole into the roof of the ship, the metal falls through, “Come on!” You yell before jumping into the hole the Mandalorian follows after you both of you on the ship.

“Kaz and I are on the ship heading to Shard.” You comment as you make your way through the halls of the ship.

“Din, what’s your position?” Bo-Katan calls finishing releasing the Mandalorians over the city, “I’m over the flats with snubfighters in pursuit. You’re clear to start your run.” Din responds and Bo-Katan heads for the Corsair, with the ship, distracted the Gauntlet targets one of the engines taking it out as the ship shakes.

“There’s another ship, Captain. A Kom’rk Class fighter transport.” His second in command says as Shard looks over the damage, “They took out an engine.”

“Tell Vane and the fighters to reform for a counterattack.” Shard commands, “They’re pursuing the Mandalorian.” The second explains and Shard slams his fist on his throne,

“Then bring them back!”

An alarm blares through the ship as Shard growls, “What now?”

“Captain we’ve been breached by two enemies aboard the ship making their way to the deck.” His second explains.

“Who dares board my ship!” Shard yells wanting the two dead as one of his crew pulls up the security footage. “It’s a…Mandalorian? And a Jedi!” His second says as he watches a young girl wielding a saber taking down members of his crew the armored man providing cover.

“Kill them now!”

Making your way through a hall turning the corner barely avoiding a blaster bolt but Kaz pulls you back as it flies past your head. “Cover me!” He says before turning the corner as you follow behind deflecting bolts as he fires at the pirates taking them down. One grabs Kaz with a large knife in his hand shoving him against a wall but he’s suddenly thrown across the room and knocked unconscious when he hits the wall. Kaz looks over as you lower your hand joining his side, “Are you alright?” You ask and he nods and the ship shakes and you grab one another to stabilize yourselves.

The alarms blare loudly over your heads, “They must have taken down another engine,” Kaz says.

“We’re close to the bridge, let’s keep going!” You say the both of you make it around the corner coming into more pirates the two of you are thrown into the throngs of battle.

“Another engine is down, and shields are failing. There’s only one snubfighter left, Captain.” His second says, “The Jedi and Mandalorian are approaching the bridge rapidly.” The transmission comes in through from the last snubfighter,

“It’s been a pleasure serving you, Captain, but it’s time to part ways.” Vane says quickly retreating away abandoning the pirate crew as Shard growls out, “Vane, you coward.” The alarms blared loudly the ship shaking from the attack,

“Sir, we’re down to our last engine,” The electricity of the ship failed with the immense damage, “We have to retreat.” Gorian Shard takes over the wheel shoving his second aside and yelling at his dwindling crew,

“In a puffer pig’s eye. Open fire below!” His order goes through right as the blast doors burst open revealing the Jedi and the Mandalorian. “Kill them!” Shard yells at his crew. You deflect blaster fire as Kaz provides cover as you take down Shard’s remaining crew leaving himself and his second.

“It’s over Shard.” You comment holding your saber aimed at him as he and his second stand side by side. He stood tall glaring at the two of you his green vines of skin and beard. His mouth curls into a snarl, “A Jedi and a Mandalorian…I was certain you both were all killed off.” You glare at him.

“Call off the attack and we’ll consider sparing your lives.” Kaz threatens as Shard cackles, “I’d rather die.”

“Kid get off that ship now!” You hear Din’s voice coming through your commlink as you hear the ship get fired at, loud explosions jostle the ship. You pull your blaster aiming at the glass firing before crushing your hand into a fist as it shatters. The two of you rush jumping out of the window as the blast reaches the deck. The explosion of the ship sends a shockwave pushing you both further apart and you black out for a second. You come to spinning wildly in the air trying to get your bearings, arms wrap around your waist and you’re pulled up into the sky thankful for your Mandalorian. You both watch the flaming wreckage crash into the outskirts of Nevarro as Kaz brings you to the city gates.

Landing on the ground to cheers from the citizens of Nevarro seeing the other Mandalorians plus Din and Bo-Katan. The two of you are covered in scuff marks and Kaz’s armor is darkened by the ash and soot. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. To all of you, and especially to our fine Mandalorian liberators, to whom this planet is forever indebted,” Greef speaks to the large crowd, “Mandalorians, I know that we have been on opposite sides in the past, but that is behind us. From this day forward, I, Magistrate Greef Karga…”

“High Magistrate, sir.” His protocol droid speaks up producing a burst of laughter from the citizens of Nevarro, “High Magistrate Greef Karga, hereby cede all land from the western lava flats to Bulloch Canyon to the fine people of Mandalore. You may no longer have a home planet, but you do now have a home. Welcome.” The crowd cheers as the Mandalorians are welcomed into the city.

You have people come up to you thanking you for saving them and you nod, Greef comes over clapping his hand on your shoulder, “Always good to see you again. I’m sure you made Mando proud.” He comments, “I hope so.” You say with a smile and Greef notices the new Mandalorian standing by your side.

“And who is this? You’ve gained yourself two Mandalorian?” Greef says with boisterous laughter and Kaz chuckles slightly. “I’m Kaz Vyst, a friend of Y/n.” You see Greef’s eyes widen almost sizing up the man.

“I hope Mando approves of this ‘friendship’ of yours,” You hear the tone he puts on friendship and your face turns flush with embarrassment. Greef laughs at your expression and he claps Kaz’s shoulder, “I’m like an uncle to this one but you got my support.” He says with his new self-appointed title and your face is burning as Kaz laughs with the man. You grab Kaz’s arm pulling him away from Greef.

“Goodbye, Greef.” You say your face still hot as Greef smiles giving an exaggerated wave at Kaz, “I’m so sorry about…he’s a lot.” You say and Kaz laughs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“He’s funny. I like him, I’m glad to have one of your family’s approval.” He jokes and you give him a look. “Your father is currently melting me with his gaze right now. I don’t think he’s a fan of me.” He leans down whispering in your ear and your head snaps over to Din seeing him not looking at you two. A silence suddenly covers you all as you see Bo-Katan appear followed by the Armorer. The shocking thing was her helmet off resting on her side as your eyes all follow her before she stands in the crowd of Mandalorians.

“Bo-Katan Kryze is going off to bring other Mandalorians in exile to us so that we may join together once again.” The Armorer announces to the few Mandalorians here,

“But she shows her face.” Paz Vizsla questions the female Mandalorian as the others chatter their concerns and your gaze briefly meets Bo-Katan’s before the Armorer speaks up again.

“Bo-Katan walks both worlds. And she can bring all tribes together. It is time to retake Mandalore.” You all look at the redhead as the Armorer steps to join her side, “We will bring the covert to our new covert. A celebration will be thrown for our victory and Bo-Katan’s departure.” She says before saying the famous words of the creed.

“This is the Way.” You all repeat as the first steps at returning to your homeworld are finally closer to becoming a reality.

By nightfall using a transport shuttle to bring the rest of the covert to Nevarro you had successfully created a new home. This news of returning to Mandalore had put everyone in a joyous mode and the celebration for the early victory and hopes of the future was in full swing. A large bonfire with the meat of a native animal fueling the covert, children dance around the fire, and Mandalorians tell war stories and tales of the history of your people. All cleaned up from the battle you stood beside Bo-Katan a few Mandalorians came up to her wishing her luck for her journey,

“I guess your dream of restoring Mandalore is becoming a reality.” You say you both with your cups of spotchka courtesy of Greef as a gift for saving the city. The liquid warms your veins as you see Grogu in Din’s lap as he points at the sky explaining something to him it warms your heart seeing Din act so fatherly.

“Aren’t you a bit young to be drinking spotchka?” Bo-Katan says jokingly and you roll your eyes, “I’ve been fighting the empire and maker knows what else since my teens. I think I get a pass on the drinking age.” You remark and she laughs before you both cheer drinking the blue liquor.

“So you excited…nervous..bit of both?” You ask and she smiles at the child-like smile on your face. The liquor soothed your nerves and you looked young and lively not a hardened soldier.

“A bit of both…I thought after all these years Mandalore would never be a possibility.” She says the both of you looking over the covert clan you joined and now welcomed you with open arms. “You should get your goodbyes in before we leave tomorrow,” Bo-Katan says and you look at her confused for a second.

“Your father already told me he was joining and by association yourself and Grogu.” She says and you nod. Normally you weren’t opposed to leaving, it was another adventure across the galaxy with your family and it was for something important. Bringing all the Mandalorians together to restore the planet you all thought was never going to be restored. But now you had a reason to be sad to leave, your gaze met the copper and white Mandalorian across the crowd. His armor was clean as he listened to the conversation between the members of the Shriekhawk, he must have sensed your gaze turning his head he meets yours. The two of you hold eye contact before he nods off in a direction before he turns to his companions before leaving not before getting one last glance at you.

“Don’t want to keep him waiting,” Bo-Katan says and you completely forgot she was even there. A cheesy grin is painted on her face and your face flushes from the embarrassment of staring at Kaz and the liquor in your system. You nod passing her your cup before starting to walk away when she calls out to you, “Be safe.” She gives a wink and your face burns hot you quickly rush away hearing her laughter as you move through the crowd of Mandalorians. The sounds of celebration diminish as you spot the flash of beskar on one of the higher flats. Climbing up the elevated view of the new covert’s location, the large bonfire below you as the celebration doesn’t cease with your disappearance. Kaz sits at the edge watching the festivities lost in thought.

“You know this is just like us meeting for the first time.” You call out and he chuckles slightly as you come to join his side, “Want me to be all brooding and mysterious.” He says and you shove his shoulder producing a louder laugh that warms your body.

“You’re hilarious.” You roll your eyes as he settles down it grows silent as you both watch the others and you can feel something in the air above you too.

“I’m guessing this is you coming to say goodbye?” He says and you glance over at him, “It seemed unlikely, you would stay if both Bo-Katan and Din Djarin left.” You go to say something but he stops you.

“I’m not mad… you're meant to be out, exploring the galaxy and being a keeper of the peace,” He says, “That’s what the Jedi are.” He says his gaze hasn’t moved from watching the Mandalorians.

“I’m no keeper of the peace,” You say returning your gaze to the covert as well the flames of the large bonfire gives produces such a large flame it lights the two of you on the elevated flat, “I don’t think keepers of the peace jump off ships and put myself in reckless situations.” Kaz laughs and a smile grows on your face, “No definitely not…but you’re a leader I can see that.” He says and when you look his gaze is on you as silence fills the two of you. Your mouth felt dry and you can sense the steady gaze through the beskar armor. It felt like the only time you could read him through that helmet of his.

“All those months ago, when we went to go rescue Vizsla’s son…what did you say to me at the fire?” It hadn’t felt like months had passed since you’d been a part of the covert but each day felt full of memories but it seemed to go by so fast. Most of those memories with the man before you as the tension disperses with your question. The small second of being able to read him had disappeared and you had no idea his emotion or intention behind the beskar. His hand reaches out and you feel the air stop around you as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face.

“Ni guuror gar mesh'la.” He says repeating those words from so long ago. Since then you had heard that last word, ‘mesh’la’. It had slowly replaced your name when around him. “Need help, mesh’la?” “Mesh’la, how are you.” “You’re crazy you know that, mesh’la?” It just felt natural coming from him you assumed a Mando’a nickname, you hadn’t tried asking Din or Bo-Katan it felt nice not knowing what it meant. Though it could fully mean a teasing nickname you were fine hearing it from him. You nod wanting to know what it meant, it had been eating at you since that conversation same with his questions. You wanted to be a supportive friend for whoever he had feelings for but you weren’t sure why your chest hurt at the thought of him with another.

“I like you beautiful.” He whispers and your eyes widen slightly your skin prickles and felt on fire at his words. You didn’t know how to respond and you didn’t stop him from leaning forward pressing his forehead a small thunk as it bumped into your forehead. He pulls back as your rub your forehead, “What was that?” You ask and you can feel the smile coming off him as he speaks.

“It’s a Keldabe kiss since Mandalorians can't remove their armor this was made as the gesture of…” He trails off in the end and you nod and then your eyes widen comically registering what his action just meant. He kissed you..well not like a real kiss but it’s the implication of it.

“oh…Oh.” Kaz laughs seeing your face grow flush and you shove him as he continues laughing. “Stop it that’s not funny, how was I supposed to know!” You yell and his laughter dies done as you glare at him but he knows it holds no heat.

“You’re funny mesh’la,” He says and you look away biting your lip to stop the smile from growing on your face, “Hey do you trust me?” He asks and you look back at him.

“Is this the moment where you kill me and hide my body?” You joke and he chuckles shaking his head, “Yes, now seriously do you trust me.” He says and you nod and he nods back. After a second before using his hand and forcing you to close your eyes. “This definitely feels like you’re gonna kill me.” You say.

“Keep them close please.” He says and you go silent and you were certain with how quiet it was he had left you. You hear the hiss of his helmet before it’s placed on the floor your frozen knowing he was showing his face right now in front of you and what was stopping him from becoming an apostate was your trust. He trusted you enough to remove his helmet in front of you.

“Kaz…” You whisper out into the air and you hear a shaky breath coming from him, “Yeah..” His voice is crisp and clear in front of you.

“If you wanted to take off your helmet we could have gone back-to-back you didn’t need me to clos-” You don’t get to finish as his lips meet yours and you’re frozen. You didn’t know what to do your hands glued to your lap you force yourself to squeeze your eyes shut so they don’t open in surprise. His lips were slightly cracked but soft and just as quickly as he did it he was pulling away. “Wh…What was that?” You ask slightly out of breath not even realizing you were holding your breath.

“A kiss..?” He says and you shake your head, “I know that but…why I thought...I don’t know what I thought!” You throw your hands in the air your eyes still closed and he laughs and it’s like music, “I thought Mandalorians weren’t allowed to take their helmets in front of anyone.”

“They can’t…but it’s more of not showing your face than having it off,” He says and you nod softly as his hand cups your face, “I really like you Y/n Kenobi-Kryze.” He says. Your heart was pounding in your chest and it felt like it could burst at any moment. You didn’t understand love or falling in love. But you understood being with him, hearing his laughter, having him by your side, talking into the early hours of the morning backs against each other. You didn’t understand love but you understood him and what being with him could mean.

“I…I like you too. Kaz Vyst.” Your voice is shaky your confession out in the air unable to take it back. You were freefalling with nothing to catch you, you were in uncharted territory but you weren’t nervous. You wanted to freefall…you wanted to explore this. You slowly raise your hand accidentally hitting his chin as you both giggle before you feel his face, his jaw felt sharp as you trace his features trying to picture what he looked like. Your hand meets his hair and it felt short on the sides with more length towards the top. Your hand returns to his face cupping his cheek your finger running along his cheekbone as his hand pushes your hair back. Leaning forward trying to peck his lips missing catching the side of his mouth and he laughs as you bury your face into his chest embarrassed.

“Stop it I can’t see where I’m going anyway.” You say and you can feel Kaz’s smile as he pulls your face up to be looking at his. “It’s cute mesh’la.” He mumbles and you feel him lean closer and you feel a breath on your lips just a brush away from connecting as he whispers.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” He murmurs teasingly and you huff, “Funny.” Your lips met briefly just for a few moments before he retreats slightly a silence holds over you two before a force pulls you back together. It was like fireworks and warmth spread over your body as you kissed him. Your hand cupping his cheek the other clutching his shoulder while his hand holds the back of your neck the other holds your side keeping you close. The air was ripped from you but breathed back into your lungs as his lips moved with yours. It was awkward and uncoordinated but it made your heart pound and you felt alive for once in your life. You both pull away and your eyes flutter but Kaz is faster his hand slamming over your eyes shrouding you in darkness.

“Sorry!” You yell, “I didn’t see anything!” You promise as he breathes rapidly from his creed almost being broken because of you. His hand covers your eyes before he chuckles lightly and his laughter is contagious as you laugh in the open air.

“I’m lowering my hand alright.” He says and you nod keeping your eyes close when he lowers it his lips meet yours again and you happily accept. Your hands find placement in his hair your fingers running through the locks of hair as he cups your face with such delicacy.

“She’s where?!” You hear Din’s voice yell out from the bottom of the flat and you both disconnect Kaz quickly pulls on his helmet and when you hear it come on fully you open your eyes and quickly stand up and he follows. He holds your hand as you spot Bo-Katan holding back Din from looking for you. “I have to go or he’s going to kill you.” You say and Kaz leans forward his forehead bumping against yours.

“I’ll see you before you leave.” He says and you nod before sadly having to pull away taking one last glance at the Mandalorian before you’re racing down the ridge once again running into Din who’s followed by Bo-Katan. You quickly throw on a neutral expression as you look at the older Mandalorian.

“What’s up with you?” You give him a look and you see behind Din, the female gesturing at your hair and you nonchalantly fix your hair. “Where were you?” Din asks looking over you.

“Just getting some fresh air…I told Bo-Katan where I was going.” You say and Din looks over at your grand-aunt who quickly covers you. “I try telling you…went all protective-father mode.” She comments and you smile looping your arm with Din and Bo-Katan pulling them back into the celebration.

“I’m fine, you found me. Come on I want to celebrate before we leave.” Dragging the two adults to the celebration. Your mind still reeling with the moment on the ridge your vision catches the Mandalorian on the ridge watching you a smile graces your face and soon your vision breaks when you’re brought back to the festivities.

Far away from Nevarro in deep space, a lone X-Wing comes up on the remains of a destroyed ship. Shining a light on the ship seeing the hole in the side of the ship and pieces of wreckage floating around the shuttle. Teva gets into contact with a fellow pilot to speak of the news, “Captain Teva to Lieutenant Reed.” Static fills the comms before a voice comes through,

“Reed to Teva.”

“I found a derelict Lambda shuttle. The hull was breached. The vessel shows evidence of being attacked. Any reports in the area?” Teva explains looking over the ship from his position. “Um, there’s a record of a missing craft in the region. The details are classified.” Reed explains and Teva knew he needed to investigate further,

“R7, launch probe.” The droid releases a probe as it draws closer to the wreckage, “I’m sending you a transponder signal. Why don’t you bounce it through the flight logs at central command?” Teva says watching the screen showing the probe’s point of view.

“It’s a New Republic prison transport.” Reed says and that catches Teva’s attention, “Check the departure times.” He requests and he hears Reed’s shocked huff,

“I’ll be damned. Flight times match the ship transporting Moff Gideon.” The news of this ship being involved with the Moff adds more questions to the confusion puzzle, “I knew it. He never made it to trial,” Seeing the wreckage of the interior of the ship seeing the deceased New Republic officers but no side of Moff Gideon’s body, “There don’t appear to be any survivors. And Moff Gideon’s body is missing. This was an extraction.”

“Who were the perpetrators?” Reed asks as the probe beings scanning a blue light examining the hull of the ship, “Scanning. I’m only seeing the remains of the flight crew. There appears to be something embedded in the cabin wall. Get in close on that.” The probe moves closer analyzing deeper into the ship the object in the cabin wall. 

“It’s a fragment of beskar alloy,” Reed says the data coming in from his side as Teva sits in the X-Wing in silence more confused than it started. He had just interacted with the Mandalorians the same culture that was almost whipped off the face of the galaxy because of the Moff. The princess with Jedi and Mandalorian ancestors amongst their ranks brutally assaulted the same Moff that he needed medical treatment from the New Republic before he could be transferred for trial. None of it made sense but the evidence was in front of them. The only culture that was known for that same beskar alloy.

“Wait, are you saying that Moff Gideon was taken by… Mandalorians?”

[starlingbite]

Ooooh. 34. odd socks? For soft prompts :)

Being in hospital sucks, having to stay over the weekend is even worse. Buck tries not to pout too much about the deal, especially when there’s nothing anyone can do about his burst appendix. 

To make matters worse, the team are still on shift, Maddie is at the call centre for another few hours, the TV is on the fritz and he’s in a shared room with a guy who snores. He’s bored out of his mind and the painkillers aren’t strong enough to knock him out so his first night was spent listening to the buzzsaw five feet away. 

He wastes a few hours on his phone until it runs out of battery and then begs a nurse to bring him something to read. She returns a few minutes later with two editions of Cosmopolitan Magazine printed in 2020 and a well-read copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. He flicks through the book for a bit, quickly discovering some prude in the hospital has censored all the fun bits with a black marker and then moves on to the magazines. 

He’s halfway through a quiz to discover which character from Gilmore Girls he is when Eddie bursts into the room, a bag hooked on his forearm and a pile of books hugged to his chest. 

Buck perks up immediately at the sight of Eddie “Hey” He greets him, “Thank god you’re here, I think Cosmo thinks I’m a Logan when I’m obviously a Jess.”

Eddie blinks at him for a second, completely lost. 

Buck grins, “Nevermind, what you got?”

“Oh, well Maddie asked me to pick up some stuff for you, she’s hoping to visit later but Jee-Yun has a temperature so.”

Buck immediately forgets his own health concerns, “Oh no, is she okay?”

Eddie smiles back softly, “She’s a kid, they have a temperature like every other week, she’ll be fine.”

Buck relaxes back against the pillow. 

“Anyway, I knew you’d be bored in here so I brought you some books. Chris picked these ones out for you.” 

The pile of books is placed on the table by his bed and Buck tilts his head to one side to read the titles on the spines. There are a few history books, a thriller he’s halfway through and a book about wildfires that TK sent him for his birthday. 

“Nice.”

“I also picked up your charger,” Buck’s eyes widen at that and reaches out towards Eddie for the cable dangling from his hand. 

“Thank you, God.” 

“Or thank y’know, me,” Eddie replies with a teasing roll of his eyes. 

Buck gives him a sincere look, “Thank you, seriously,” he hugs the charger to his chest. 

Even with the medication he’s on making him a little loopy, he doesn’t miss the flush of red that fills Eddie’s cheeks or the way his lashes flutter as he looks away. It only makes Buck smile wider. 

“Anything else?”

Eddie clears his throat, “Oh yeah,” he drops the heavy-looking bag at the foot of the bed, barely missing Buck’s toes. Not that Buck would feel it anyway, his feet are freezing thanks to a lack of proper socks in the hospital. 

“So uh, there are some snacks, grapes, cereal bars in here, should be easy on your stomach right now,” he begins to dig items out of the bag as he talks and Buck just watches in fascination as more and more items are retrieved. “I also picked up some clean clothes for you for when they let you out of here, oh and I know your feet get cold and for some strange reason we’ll dissect at a later date you sleep in your socks so I picked some up for you and I know you have a favourite pair so I wanted to bring you those but then I couldn’t remember if it was the red fluffy pair or the white ones with the blue stripes so I uh...I brought you one of each, just to be sure.”

Slowly, Eddie lifts the two odd socks out of the bag and holds them up in the air. 

Something about the sight of the socks and the look in Eddie’s eyes like he’s ready for Buck to berate him for not knowing which pair of socks are his favourite leaves a matching tightness in his throat and in his chest. 

He loves this man. 

His heart somehow clenches and soars at the same time. He doesn’t dare glance over to see if his heart rate monitor is betraying him.  

“You got me my favourite socks?”

“I tried to at least,” Eddie huffs

“Eddie-”

“I should have just brought you both pairs,” Eddie realises in that moment, “I’m an idiot.”

“Eddie-”

“And a sweater, I should have picked up a sweater, that one with the thumb holes in the cuffs was sitting right there on your dining table and I was going to pick it up I swear but then I was restocking your fridge and then Christopher called and we got distracted picking out books for you and-

“Eddie!” Buck’s voice cuts through the babbling and even manages to wake up his roommate.

Eddie finally stops talking. 

“I love you.”

After thinking about it a thousand times over the last few years, Buck finally admits it out loud. 

A flurry of emotions passes across Eddie’s face and for a split second Buck regrets his admission but then Eddie’s lips curl up into a wide smile. 

“Yeah?” He asks, a little hopefully. Like he can’t quite believe when Buck just told him. 

So he says it again. 

“I love you…like a lot. For a million different reasons. But right now I love you for bringing me two odd socks.”

Eddie laughs. “Want me to help you put them on?

Buck nods, “Kiss me first.”

So Eddie does.

*****

Thanks for the prompt!

From the soft prompts list here

[lastoneout]

if/when the pla protag gets back to their time do you think it fucks with them that everyone they knew in the past is dead? like this isn’t like other pokemon media going to another world things, their friends aren’t off living their own lives somewhere else, they’re dead. have been for decades. probably have graves the protag could visit, well some of them, anyway. I bet some of them weren’t important enough for graves or memorials that lasted that long. some of them probably never even really got recorded as existing at all, and now the protag is the only one who remembers them.

like we all make jokes about the protag going back with Ingo and punting Cyrus into the next decade for the whole Team Galactic thing but like, after all that, do you think it hits them at some point that everyone’s dead now? do they look at Cyrus and just feel devastated because he might be the only thing that’s left of Cyllene? do they stay up late reading Laventon’s wikipedia page trying to reconcile the historical figure who has university buildings named after him and books written about him with the friendly father-figure who hugged them and remembered their birthday and made sure they ate dinner? do they research the history of the clans, trying to find whatever remnants might exist just to see something familiar, something that reminds them of the friends they made? do they go to memorials and graveyards and whatever historic buildings remain desperate to find some sense of closure, or maybe just comfort, to try and imagine that people they left behind are still there, just for a moment?

do they go back up to the top of mt. coronet and stand there in the ruined temple, eyes closed, wondering if maybe when they walk back down instead of the bustling towns of the future they’ll find a small camp with a familiar flag waving out front? does some deep, small part of them wish that they could go back, even just for a moment, just to see everyone one last time? do they regret not cherishing the time they did have, being so eager to get back home that they didn’t stop to appreciate what they were leaving behind?

cuz I mean sure the protag probably only spent a couple of years in the past, depending, but a couple of years is a long time when you’re a teenager finally coming into your own, even if they knew deep down the Hisui of the past wasn’t their real home and that they had to leave one day, I think it would be hard for them to truly let go of everything that happened to them, and especially the bonds they formed with the people there. it might not hit them right away, but nah I bet they would always feel just a little bit out of place once they came back, and I think eventually they’d really have to contend with the fact that everyone they knew is dead and gone and they’ll never see them again, and it's gonna be hard.

(and yeah they probably have Ingo, but he lives on the other side of the world and is an adult, it’s gonna be different for him. fifteen year olds are still kids, and kids really latch on to people in ways you don’t expect, especially when things are going Very Badly. I think Ingo would understand, but also, probably not as much as the protag would need him to.) 

I just really wonder sometimes...

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The Unwanted Visitor: Part 5 (Final)

At long last, it has arrived! I'm so sorry, I've been constantly sidetracked by smaller works haha :) Enjoy!

“You need a licence to drive one of these things?” He floored the accelerator and we shot out onto the road, making me realise just how badly I'd screwed up.

“Why the hell did I trust you? We're going to die. You're going to crash into a tree or some and we'll die because I let you drive the stupid car,” I hissed. “Oh my fucking gods.”

“Calm down,” he said casually, leaning back against the seat. “It’s one of those silly little automatic cars, we'll be fine. It practically drives itself. By the way, you should turn around and check if those exorcists are still following us.”

I craned my neck and winced. There was a veritable army coming after us, sirens howling for blood. “Err… There's like five cars on our tail, and the drivers don't look very happy,” I said.

“Of course they don't look happy! They just got thwarted by a random kid and a spirit!” Visitor cackled wildly, and I briefly saw why Miss Bell had thought him too dangerous to be left alive. Then he subsided, and he was my idiot Visitor again. “If we survive this, it's gonna be a tale for the ages.”

I laughed nervously and turned back around. “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Vis? They've got guns.” One man was leaning out the passenger seat, hefting what looked (to my untrained eye) to be a very large and unfriendly shotgun.

Visitor glanced at the side view mirror and grimaced. “I have no idea how to get us out of here. If it was just me, I might have-”

I cut him off, a horrifying idea forming. “Turn the car around.”

“What?!” Visitor was appropriately horrified.

“Just do it,” I hissed. If I could work whatever it was on those cuffs, and on the bicycle— Then maybe, just maybe, I could do it with a car. “Turn it and brace for impact.”

Visitor gave me a wide eyed stare of distress, but did it. I held my breath as we spun and charged towards the platoon of police. Meeting the gaze of the man with the shotgun, I prayed to all the dead gods that we'd make it-

My stomach twisted.

And then we were through. Visitor still had his foot on the accelerator, and we sped away from the exorcists, who were even more confused than us. “What in the name of the Emperor was that?!” Visitor cast a furious look at me. “If you hadn't just saved us, I would slap you.”

“Oh, yeah, almost forget to tell you,” I said, affecting false confidence. My heart pounded like a hammer on a nail, pinning me to the chair. “Turns out I can just go through things. No idea how it works, but if it works—” I shrugged. 

“A ghostwalker,” he murmured. “Curious. I've never heard of a mortal ghostwalker. No matter, I suppose. We survived. That's what matters, right?" There was doubt in his voice, an undercurrent of warning. He paused, a hitch in his voice."You know we can't go back, don't you?”

I nodded, still watching the police cars rotate themselves awkwardly. My parents' little auto appeared to be shockingly fast and manoeuvrable. “Yeah, what about it?” 

We zoomed past our house, and Visitor cast a glance at it. “They'll probably catch us. You should go home; they won't punish you for it if you hand yourself in. You can say I had mind-controlled you or something.”

“And what the hell will you do?” The glare I gave him made his facade slip right off. He was terrified. Terrified he was going to die, terrified that I was gonna be arrested. Terrified but determined to put a brave face on for me. “Don't be dumb. I've got your back, Vis. Besides, this is what every girl dreams of. Eloping off into the sunset with an older man, am I right?”

Visitor gave me a disgusted look and I laughed at him. “It'll be fine, Vis. I was never meant to stay in this hellhole anyways. And now? If I have my way, we'll go down in history,” I told him.

I was terrified too, of course. But I had my spirit-brother by my side, idiot though he was. And what more could I ask for?

THE END

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Until Death Do You Vow Ch11 Epilogue

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Snaccpop Studios for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.)

-TWO YEARS LATER-

The sights of the other cars and buildings going by met f/c eyes as you looked out the car window and stared at the beginning sunset. 

"So how was work today?", Taylor asked a moment after he started up driving again. 

You turned to your boyfriend and sighed tiredly. "It's fine. One of my coworkers got a broken leg from tripping over the stairs so I had to cover their shifts today. I swear all those little goblins just wanted to grab everything. I had to stop one from trying to climb on the horse statue from Greece."

Your job at the local museum was a good one but you hated school field trip days with a burning passion.  All the little imps running wild, barely listening, complaining about being bored, and trying to grab their little mits on everything they see was a lot for one person. No help from teachers who didn't seem to care as long as all of the kids stayed in one chaotic hoard. Thank God they didn't stay for more than three hours! You could've snapped and yelled at one of them-

Taylor groaned. "Ugh. Another reason why I am going to make sure that our kid doesn't end up like that."

Your brow rose. "Our kid huh?"

He shrugged without looking at you. "Still plenty of time for one. *ahem* "

You slowly shook your head yes with a sly smile. "Uh huh...Well we'll have to discuss that with Elias first and see what he thinks about becoming a second father."

"U-Um. Yeah. *Ahem* ..A-Anyways! I'm almost ready to publish my book." Taylor steered the conversation to something else really quick before turning on his blinker and turning to right onto another road. "My publisher said it looks good, but I need to get an idea for the cover. I know a really good artist and they can do it for a good price and I know what I want it to look like."

"Sounds like a plan. ...Hey. You didn't forget to close up the shop again did you?"

Taylor briefly shot you a cross between a pout and scowl. "Of course I didn't! Geez! I forget to lock the backdoor one time!"

It had been one year since you both graduated from Zephyr University. You'd taken to getting that job at the museum you've wanted. It was a good job, usually quiet but sometimes it can be stressful especially with tours of little kids of field trips. Taylor...well he didn't change much if at all. He was still the same. Still went at the most random times to do investigations. Still obsessed with documenting the paranormal but instead of running a club, he preferred to do so via updating a website by the same name as the old club. But his real day job was something that neither of you seemed to expect.

He ran a flower shop.

Gallagher And Potts's Bouquets and Flora. The name had taken forever to decide between the two men and usually consisted of Elias growing said flowers or however many flowers a specific person ordered, and Taylor just loading them up into his car and taking them over to the shop which was pretty close to the mansion just inside town. Taylor became fascinated by ecto-bontany and Elias was really happy one of his hobbies could be appreciated and flourish. The hardest part was renovating the old building you all bought for the shop. 

But he's been working on a larger side project that was paranormal investigating. Taylor had come up with the idea of writing the history behind the Gallagher curse in detail to clear up the legend once and for all..minus a couple details of course such as Elias actually being a real ghost. You both rather not have a floodgate of people coming to gawk at Elias like some carnival attraction. The collaboration AND Taylor's interest in Elias's flowers meant Elias and Taylor talking a whole lot more and well..Elias shared many intimate and personal life experiences in great detail about his life and family agreeing to want to clear up the entire legend. You guessed in turn that brought Taylor to open up about his own past. One thing lead to another, and you suddenly found the both of them falling for each other.

As for yourself it was also a new experience. Carefully but awkwardly going around a best friend who had feelings for you but eventually you both decided to try dating after a month of awkwardly dancing around the topic. And you both kept in touch with Elias so one thing also lead to another-

So here you three were. All in one big relationship with each other. It had its ups and downs but you can say you enjoyed this much more than the 'relationship' you had with Ian. Now all that heartache just seemed like a bad dream you barely thought of anymore.

Sunset came to the sky painting it pretty oranges, pinks, and yellows as the car kept driving along until you got to the edge of town and Taylor was turning into a nicely paved driveway added to the front of the mansion. Slowly coming to a stop, Taylor cut the engine and you both got out to go inside the now renovated mansion. Turns out there was a lot more than just the family jewels hidden away in the mansion. When you suggested getting the mirror fixed (thus it wouldn't be broken anymore and that would mean no more curse because of there being no more broken mirror), both men seemed all for it ..But you and Taylor could barely afford anything, Elias couldn't part with his family's jewels, and you wouldn't ask him to do Elias had agreed to spare with enough of the rest of the hidden fortune just to fix the mirror which now sat perfectly fixed and safely tucked away in Elias's room. In a hidden place only Elias knew. All fixed which meant it was harmless which meant no more bad luck which meant no more curse! When Elias brought up the idea of you both possibly living there too...Well as Taylor put it-

"I'm not living somewhere that'll give me an asthma attack!"

After you elbowed him for the rude comment, you three came to another compromise. Which was Elias allowing just enough more of the surprisingly gigantic fortune to renovate the mansion back to its full glory.

"The light's still on. Elias must be doing something."

"Probably haunting out new recipes to try and make us eat it." He rolled his eyes when you shot him a look. "You know I'm right. I'm not trusting him with anymore meatloaf." His hands grabbed the doors. 

"You're the one who asked him to try and make it because you wanted to try ghost food!"

"And I learnt my lesson." The doors were loudly pushed in to reveal a pretty clean and safe mansion. "Hey! We're back!"

You walked right in behind Taylor and found a regular sigh for you but scary for anyone else. Brooms, mops, rags, and all kinds of cleaning products were flying around and cleaning the various places of the mansion by himself. Puppeteered by the blue floating Spector in the middle of the foyor. Elias turned and his floating face lit up in a wide smile seeing you both eyes sparkling.

"My darlings!" He greeted quickly turning and floating towards you both with open arms. "How was your day?"

"Ugh. Boring. There was this guy who wouldn't make up his mind trying to decide on roses or sunflowers for like two hours and then he knocked over a stack of pots and ran off before I can make him pay for anything! I had to clean it up myself!" Taylor made no moves to stop Elias who reached him first and proceeded to plant a kiss of greeting to your shared grumpy boyfriend's face.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it. Next time just ask him politely to fix his mistakes," Elias assured him giving a comforting squeeze to Taylor's arms.

"Looks like you've been busy too," you commented looking at the nearest broom sweeping a pile of dirt into a dustpan.

Elias was quick to greet you next giving you the same kiss and hold as Taylor. The coldness of his lips making your body involuntary shiver. "Spring cleaning! I already have the upstairs finished and wanted to surprise you both with a clean house. Are you hungry? I made dinner."

"After the day we had, definitely. What did you make?"

"Meatloaf!" Taylor froze as Elias smiled wider. "I found a recipe for it in one of my grandmother's other cook books. You'll both love it!"

Taylor turned paler than Elias and you couldn't help but laugh.

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Danny's Evil Jaunt. Its Evil He Swears. Ignore the Charity. pt. 2

Hello! Im back with Part 2 Im honored that so many people were interested <3 HOPEFULLY THE COLOR STAYS RIGHT IM SO SORRY ABOUT THAT I DON'T POST ON TUMBLR OFTEN. also i have almost 0 history about Dc so if anyone wants to ramble about the charaters in the tags please do

Danny's outfit was based on @little-pondhead 's art and prompt was by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2

part: 1

AO3

Oliver Queen had thought he’d seen it all; however this Fenton guy just seems to be full of fun little gadgets. And puns. So many puns.

No one knows anything about the guy other than he’s a mechanical genius. Just magically appeared out of the blue one day with inventions that make Dr. Freeze’s gun look like a toy, claiming that ‘he’s not gonna be here long today but needs to do some field testing.’

And now here's Oliver listening to this kid(it had to be a kid, Fenton didn’t look a day over 14) ramble about how much fun he had today and that he had to come back soon(not looking forward to that). Green Arrow took a good look at the kid. 

He was short, maybe around 5’4 without the boots, and didn’t have much bulk, but clearly had a lot of lean muscle from what Oliver could tell from the fight, and black shaggy undercut hair. He wore a red hazmat suit with black gloves and red with black tinted lenses goggles. All covered with a lab coat that is definitely not OSHA compliant for mad scientist children, not with the way it was singed at the bottom and the sleeves had been torn off at the elbow, and the amount of sewn on patches - the biggest being the Fenton logo on his back. He was also lugging around a massive cannon that had Oliver bound to a lamp post with a glowing green net, but nets weren’t the only thing it could shoot, no it shot out so many things within the half hour they had been fighting that Oliver lost count. The kid also had some weird meta biology if the sharp teeth and pointed ears were anything to go on. But Oliver’s thoughts were cut off by a phone ringing. Fenton looked down and started feeling around his suit until he found his phone, a small Iphone with odd attachments with a green ghost case covered with stickers, stopped the alarm and moved his goggles up to rest on his head wincing as the rising sun shined in his eyes.

“Hoo bright. Alright that's it for today I guess! Thanks for playing with me Mr. Arrow, I think I'm gonna pick up some energy drinks and  a couple of snacks before heading home, I still need to write an English paper for Mr. Lancer and Jazz’ll finish me off if I don’t get home soon” Fenton grinned and started to punch in directions for the nearest convenience store on his phone. It was just around the corner from the street they had left the fight off on, nice. 

‘Maybe I should grab some for Sam and Tuck’ Danny thought, ‘Oh wait I forgot!’ just as he was about to turn into the store he rushed back to where he left Green Arrow, who was trying to saw his way out of the Fentnet with his knife. 

“Sorry! I wanted to do something before I left!” Fenton smiled and put his wiry arm around Oliver in a side hug and pulled out his phone and did a peace sign with the hand around Oliver. “Say Frootloops!”

Fenton pulled off Oliver and showed him the picture, Fenton had a Cheshire cat grin while he had a miserable expression. 

“Ooph, probably not your best look but I think we look cool. And really, that’s all that matters at the end of the day. How I think we look.” 

“You're a menace, what do you want?” 

“You don’t know? I’m god’s playtester and I’m here for bug testing before the rest of the world sees my inventions. Consider Star City my testing sandbox. Anyway see’ya!” and Fenton was gone down the street. 

And that was the day Oliver Queen knew that he needed to make sure that the world outside of Star City could never be exposed to Fenton. Especially the bat. If anyone found out his ego would never recover.

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