#chapter 1116

[eleni-cherie]

So hold up we got a case where:

-it's only ran, conan, kogoro, heiji and kazuha

-they're on a mountain temple while it's raining buckets

-girl talk and making fun of shinichi

-a missing monk

-FLAMING SKULL (DEMONS?)

-KOGORO GOING MISSING

OMFGGG WE FINALLY GOT SOME GOOD OLD OG CONAN CASE W A CREEPY LOCATION, A CREEPY CASE AND MY FAVES W NO ANNOYING SIDE CHARACTERS 😭😭😭😭 +THE FCKING HOPE OF HEIKAZU BECOMING A THING. I'M SO HAPPY RN I'M SO THRILLED OMG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A CREEPY OG CASE LIKE THE GOOD OLD DAYS FOR AGESSSSSSSS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

THIS IS ME RN:

[calekinnieplus]

During this process, he couldn’t help but consider a question:

Was the True Creator like him now, watching the movements of the City of Silver’s expedition team in “His” divine kingdom?

…On Earth, this is called a fellow viewer watching the same livestream… If I were to send “gifts,” would the True Creator “gift” even more? By making this teasing remark, he tried to ease the nervousness and concern that he felt from having the True Creator cast “His” gaze over.

Klein lmao

He's so silly <33 livestream for the gods haha

[mysteriousubstance]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR DETECTIVE CONAN CHAPTER 1116-1118 (no trick or case spoilers, but overarching Hattori X Kazuha spoilers. Ish)

I am FUMING after reading the latest Cased Closed chapter. GOSHO BAITED US. IT WAS SUCH A FILLER CHAPTER.

I would be okay if Heiji couldn't confess because of the rain. That's reasonable. Because then I can safely say that the universe is against him.

But noooOOOOooo. Heiji has to forget.

WHO FORGETS THAT THEY WERE GOING TO CONFESS TO SOMEONE? AT THE PLACE THAT YOU WENT TO SPECIFICALLY TO CONFESS TO HER

[sheadre]

Phantom of the Opera (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader) Chapter Six

Summary: Lady (Name) Granville, daughter and only heir of Duke Granville just arrived back for this season from her tour in Europe. However, she came back to London with a secret. And it seems Anthony Bridgerton just found out that secret.

Word count: 1116

Warnings: fluff, romance, angst

It took you by surprise when Lord Vincent de Trafford appeared at your door. He was one of the eligible bachelors interested in finding a wife this season. You danced with him once and he was likeable. But he was no Anthony Bridgerton. You hated yourself for still thinking about him just like now, when you were standing in front of Lord Trafford. As you looked up at him, you had to strain your neck but his bright smile made you forget about it.

“Lady Granville, I asked Lady Danbury if I could join the two of you to promenade in Hyde Park today with my mother and younger sister.”

His deep voice was caressing your ears as he spoke. His smile was so bewitching, everyone was smitten with him but lately during all the balls since he and his family arrived, his attention seemed to be solely on you. His presence drew everyone’s attention especially because of his mysterious background no one really knew about.

Your heart flattered in your chest as you tried to find the words of agreement.

“And I agreed to it.” your aunt walked out from the drawing room. “Are you ready, my dear? Ophelia and Margaret are waiting for us outside.”

With a simple nod, you intertwined your arm with your aunt and let her lead you to the carriage outside. Lady Danbury seemed like she had a plan in her mind because the other day she was warning you about Lord Trafford and now she was ready to let him close to you. The ride to the park was filled with small talk and you tried to pay attention to it so you could respond respectfully to any questions asked. Getting out of your head was quite hard these days.

After Sienna asked you to give up your dreams, you thought over her reasons and left the theatre. Ever since then, you felt numb. The only thing you truly enjoyed in life was taken from you because of your simple existence. Having responsibilities you never asked for but was forced into, made you feel bitter. Your anger soon died out, however, leaving only numbness behind. It has always been like that. You got angry quickly but it just as quickly snuffed out and you accepted how things were. Reality hit you hard that way sometimes but that is life and one has to move on if they want to experience other things as well.

Once you arrived at Hyde Park, you felt relieved, the carriage was crowded with all five of you inside besides, you were still not used to Lord Trafford. He was a stranger after all. Your eyes widened at that. Wasn’t Anthony a stranger as well in that sense?

“Lady Granville, we haven’t had time to talk ever since the play-hunt.” Lord Trafford smiled gently down at you. “How are you fairing? Have you read anything interesting lately?”

“Actually I quite enjoyed the latest poems of Lord Kershaw. He is a unique talent.” you replied. “Do you enjoy poetry or do you prefer novels?”

“It depends on the author. It is not the genre but the style that piques my interest.” he said as he stared ahead, Lady Danbury and his family behind the pair of you. The weather was nice, there were only a few white puffy clouds in the blue sky. This environment felt peaceful like this. You didn’t need to be on guard by Lord Trafford’s side, you didn’t need to think about ulterior motives.

Then, as you listened to Lord Trafford’s musings about literature, your eyes landed on three familiar figures in the distance. Benedict Bridgerton was telling his brothers about his latest story when your eyes met with Anthony’s. His brown eyes were trained on you, his smile that lighted up his handsome face by the funny story only brightened when your eyes met his. Your heart skipped a beat and you quickly turned your head avoiding further eye contact.

He only made your life miserable so far, you shouldn’t be spending even just a second thinking about him. As you walked with Lord Trafford and his family, you slowly seemed to ease into a tranquil conversation. Your heart slowed down its pace and small smiles and chuckles left your lips when the lord made a few jokes.

Your group found a perfect spot for your picnic, sandwiches and small cakes were passed while conversation flowed. Then suddenly, a ball hit the back of your head making you spill tea on your dress as you sat on the blanket.

“Hyacinth!” a familiar voice cried out partially from anger. You looked back still in surprise to see little Hyacinth standing a distance away, staring at you in fear. Then came running up to her a frustrated looking Anthony Bridgerton with furrowed eyebrows. He crouched down to her level, said something to her and then held her hand and led her toward your group.

You stayed put, your heart beating so rapidly in your chest at the sight of Anthony you thought it would jump right out of your body. He greeted everyone with a dashing smile and then looked to Hyacinth and encouraged her to apologise.

“Hyacinth came here to apologise for being careless when playing, right Hyacinth?”

As you looked at him, your mind was filled with thoughts of how much Anthony looked like a father. Shaking your head a little to clear your head, you smiled at them and listened to Hyacinth’s apology. She looked ready to burst into tears, her lips pouted and her cheeks grew red.

“I-I… I’m really sorry!” she cried out and then hid behind Anthony’s legs. You smiled at her and reached out for her to grab your hands.

“It is quite alright, darling, no harm was done. Are you alright as well?”

Hyacinth seemed to calm down seeing your reaction and soon she was sitting in your lap. Then Lady Danbury spoke up:

“Lord Bridgerton, why are you not joining us?”

There was a pause in the air, then he cleared his throat and said: “I would not want to impose on-”

“Brother, you shouldn’t say no to a lady when she invited you herself.” Benedict Bridgerton clapped his hand on Anthony’s shoulder with a wide grin on his face. Lady Danbury laughed and motioned for you to move over to her side. Benedict pushed Anthony down next to you before his brother could protest. It was way too obvious that Lady Danbury and Benedict Bridgerton were in on something but you couldn’t help but focus on the close proximity you found yourself in with Anthony.

You knew you were doomed.

To be continued…

[moodymisty]

mkay so I have 2 Warhammer ideas? requests? sticking in my head that I can't decide on one so I'll throw both out there and you can pick one (or neither since I already threw a request at ya lol) to chew on. also a lot of my lore knowledge comes from the wiki and lore vids so sorry if I get things wrong.

first, if I'm remembering right you've said that the blood angels get a smidge yandere over Sanguinius' partner. so I'm thinking, how the hell would they act towards them after ol Sangy gets murderized by Horus? what about the black rage? would they recognize them? maybe her being present around a raging blood angel somehow makes them even more feral, desperate to protect them from "Horus". or maybe it helps mellow them out, can't decide which I like better lol. also what if she's pregnant or has had Sanguinius' kid? idk just poor grieving widow surrounded by these also grieving giants who mean well but are kinda unhinged lol.

OR maybe some thoughts/ headcanons for your blorbo Sevatar lol. I don't know much about atm but reading the little thing you made of him made me think he's like one of those boys who picks on the girl he likes but heaven forbid someone else tries to pick on them.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: I know you said do one, but I'ma do both. Keep an eye out for the Sevatar one soon. I'm not going to pass up a chance to write about not only my crazy husband Sevatar, but also my yandere vamp boys. I really like both ideas of Sangy's lover either mellowing them out or making it worse. I chose that it's made worse in this snippet however. There's other yandere tendencies I could get into, but I decided to primarily do black rage stuff here. I hope you enjoy.

Summary: Guilliman visits the lover of Sanguinius for the first time since the Heresy reached it's murderous apex.

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader (no pronouns just the title 'legion mother')

Warnings: Major Character Death technically, Sanguinius haunts the plot because that's what he do, Increasingly yandere Blood Angels

Word Count: 1116

It will have been the first time since the Siege that Guilliman has laid eyes on the Legion Mother of the Blood Angels.

He boarded the Red Tear with a small gathering of Ultramarines, though when he reaches the entrance of the room he's due to meet you in, he turns to his lieutenant and speaks.

"Stay out here."

The Lieutenant instantly begins to put up resistance, standing up even more rigid than he already had. His helmet is off, hanging on is belt and showing slight disbelief on his face.

"But My Lord, I-" Guilliman cuts him off.

"I am not going to bring a small army of Astartes to speak to a widow in mourning." He takes a breath and calms himself. "If I have need of you, you will know."

The marine quiets, and then the Primarch enters the room. The door closes right behind him, and two Blood Angels part for him; They had clearly been guarding the interior of the entrance. In the middle of the large room is you- in front of a massive table of maps and parchments, separating you and him.

"This is a surprise, Primarch Guilliman." You look up at him from across the room as he steps closer. This room was designed with Astartes and Primarchs in mind, so his height fits quite comfortably.

"Do you have need of the Blood Angels?"

You speak proper and polite, but not cold; It's a behavior that reminds him of Sanguinius, and for a moment he wonders if the Primarch had ever prepared you had you needed to ever command his legion.

Guilliman notices a well armored captain at your immediate left, and a few other Blood Angels standing guard in the room. More than he would've put in a room this size, though he thinks that perhaps it hadn't been your idea, judging by the captain's face. He looks across at you.

You look terribly, horribly lost. A young woman with her lover dead, thrust into a leading mantel of a legion in mourning. Belarius is serving as the Chapter Master of the Blood Angels now, but even he still looks to you as if you're an extension of Sanguinius. Something more.

He doesn't envy your position. For once he might see himself almost more fortunate than you; As despite circumstances, he has the genes of his creation assisting him, you do not; You were not make for the role cast upon you.

The Blood Angels standing guard are tense- unbelievably so. Guilliman suspects if he made even a somewhat fast movement, they'd have their bolters all pointed his way.

The weight of Sanguinius' death has weighed heavy on you all. All of you live in mourning. That drive in them now channels fully to making sure their Primarch's beloved stays alive.

"I wished to give you my condolences before you return to Baal."

You smile at him, weak, before it fades a bit as you loose yourself in thought. Then, you turn to your men.

"Leave us alone for a moment, if you will." The captain at your side speaks up. You shush him before he has a chance to say much of anything on the matter, and Guilliman suspects that this isn't the first time. You've clearly been growing frustrated at their obsessiveness already; You wish to mourn in peace, but this is how the Blood Angels have decided to.

"It will only be for a moment. I am sure nothing will happen in the ten minutes I would like to have a conversation without eight other pairs of ears listening." He can hear the strain of irritation and sleep deprivation in your voice. He moves to take his final strides closer and come fully up to the table that stands between you.

One step away however, he stops.

In the corner of Guilliman's eye, he notices in the back of the room that one Blood Angel turns rigid. With how tense his neck and jaw is it's like he's gritting his teeth into dust. He makes a move closer, his hand slipping down the barrel of his bolter towards the trigger-

Guilliman can't see a thing but rage in his eyes.

His own hand twitches in preparation, but the marine's partner in guard roughly grabs his pauldron. He whispers something the Primarch can't hear. As they all move to leave, it almost looks like he's dragging him out. Guilliman notices you watching the scene with a particular look on your face. Like you've seen it before, and you're unsurprised but displeased to see it again.

When they're all out of the room, his posture relaxes ever so slightly. As much as it can in his armor, at least.

"Thank you for visiting, Guilliman, but it wasn't needed. I'm sure you have many other duties to attend to." You smile, but it's forced. He's familiar with the gesture.

"The Ultramarines are always occupied. However I still wish you a safe journey." The smile on your face becomes a bit more sincere.

"Thank you. And I'll be sure to think of the Ultramarines have I any need of assistance." Guilliman has had nothing but respect for the Blood Angels, and a request of yours would be one he would consider.

"Very well. Do take care of yourself."

Guilliman wants to say something about Sanguinius, but he can't bring himself to. instead he gives you a nod, and turns away to leave. He does so silent other than the sound of his footfall, and you're left alone in the room. But only for a moment. Your captain that was here previously enters not long after he leaves, standing in front of you. Rubbing your tired eyes, you look up at him.

"How is he?"

You say in reference to the Blood Angel who'd snarled and almost attacked Guilliman moments ago. The captain shakes his head.

"Not well. He is just barely holding onto his sanity. He'll be in Death Company post haste." You sigh.

"Did any of the Ultramarines see?" Much to your relief, the captain once again shakes his head.

"No. We barely got him out of earshot before he started yelling about saving Primarch Sanguinius and you from the Arch Traitor."

Arch Traitor. How quickly everyone has begun refusing to even utter Horus' name.

You nod to the captain in thanks for his quick reactions in the matter, your face tired. Sleep has been a rarity; You feel sick, and mourning isn't an emotion that welcomes rest.

And no one can know about the Rage, or the Thirst. You suppose that's your duty now. You just hope you can hide it as well as Sanguinius had.

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 3

Not so fun conversation topics for two total strangers; Can June put two and two together?

We have officially passed the og comic so this is all uncharted water (though I would love to draw this out eventually!)

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

Word count: 1116

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization

Aedes stared up at the looming woman before him, her apology- no- her admission hanging heavy in the air. Her answer hit him like ice; both chilling him to the bone and freezing him in place. She admitted it. He was trapped, the weight of her admission holding him in place... and yet there he stood, cornered, but still free from her grasp. 

"Then what?" He growls. The sound of his own voice grates on him; for all the raw anger in his voice, he hates that he can still hear his own desperation slipping through. 

" I.. I don't know.” She bit her lip. His skin bristled at the sight of the woman's teeth. He watches as she grows uncomfortable. Good. “It's not like I planned what to do…” 

He snorted. She didn't even know what she wanted to do with him? Catching for the sake of what?? Just wanting?? Was he that fucking insignificant? Was this some sort of sick fun? Just a game of cat and mouse? She couldn't even just be bothered to reach out and grab him- instead just prolonging the inevitable. His hands shook, claws digging into the meat of his palms as he clenched his fists. Her nonchalant attitude fed into his growing nausea. He could feel the blood he'd so recently drank rising up in his throat. Her answers terrified him. 

"And if you catch me," despite being cornered, he made sure to emphasize the word if, "would you ever let me go?"

Genuine shock seemed to dash across her features at his words. Her expression softened, as did her voice,

"O-Of course!" It was strange. She sounded… almost remorseful. "Look, I'm not…I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hold you hostage- like that’s obviously wrong- it's just… this is weird, okay? You're in my house- my bed!” 

It takes all of his willpower and probably some years off of his life to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. If you know it's wrong, why apologize ?? Just stop!?   He grits his teeth. If she didn't care enough not to hold him prisoner in this stupid corner then why would she care enough to let him go?

“Of course?” He didn’t believe her, but he played along, counting his blessings that he remained out of her grasp for now,  "So… if I let you quell your curiosity," He says, unable to keep the snide tone from his voice, "would I no longer be your hostage? Would you let me go?" 

"I admit, that wasn't really the best wording-"

"Would you?" His voice, though fearful, is firm. 

To his shock, she seems to shrink back at his tone. She nods. 

"I… I'd just like answers…" She states quietly, her voice nearly a whisper. He narrows his eyes. Fuck. What was he supposed to say?? The moment she puts two and two together she’ll- He shook his head, frustrated. He needed a plan. An idea. Anything. His chest tightened as his mind spun. What was he supposed to do? Why did he have to tell her anything in the first place? Did she just expect him to act like a dog and sit and speak on command? The thought grated against his pride. He grit his teeth. She’d already told him to stay. 

“And what?” He spits, “I’m just supposed to talk because you tell me "speak" ? Am I a pet or a person to you??" He winces at the bitter venom he tastes in his words. She holds all the cards. He shouldn’t outright try to provoke her, but his mind is spinning in desperation. What was he supposed to say?? She wanted answers he desperately did not want to give. The thought sends a shiver down his spin. Yet, to his surprise, his words didn't seem to anger her. He watched as she looked away- for a moment he was almost tempted to run, but surprise had him glued in place. She looked conflicted- or ashamed? He swallowed dryly, heart pounding in his chest Did she actually… could she actually see him as a person? After a long pause, she spoke.

"A person... I think?" His brief sense of hope seems to decay in his grasp- a sickening feeling of foreboding taking its place.   

"You think?”  He yells, voice growing louder with each syllable, "How can you not know?? Am I, or am I not a person to you!?” As he spat the question at her as he struggled to hold her gaze, his heart begging for her to see him… To his dismay, instead he saw himself; Reflected by the dim light from the moonlit window he saw his reflection in those too large fern green eyes. The sight disgusted him; A scared and pitiful creature trapped in the stare of being that was just so much… more. As much as he hated it, he refused to look away. However, she did. 

"I- " she pauses, her gaze turning back to him- eyes pleading… for what?? Why did she look like she was pleading to him??  "I don't know. I mean, I know you're not a… pet. You're a talking, thinking being." 

Oh?

Maybe there was hope… maybe she truly could see him…

"-but,"

Ah. There it was.

"I’m going to be honest… This feels different. I wouldn't contemplate catching a person... or you know, force them into a conversation with me. I-” She bites her lip, struggling to pick her words. “I don't want to lie to you. I promise you, I don’t see you as a pet, but honestly" She swallowed, seeming almost.. nervous? "I don't really see you as a person either."

Of course she didn't. What else did he expect? He wasn't a person to her- but then again, he wasn't a person at all. He wasn’t human- he was a parasite. The word tasted like poison on his tongue. He knew what he was, but if not a person or something to be had, what was he to her? Why was he still cornered? 

“Then what am I?” He hears an angry desperation in his voice he hadn't known was there. Had she figured it out? If not a person or a pet, did she know he was a pest?  She starts to answer and abruptly stops, reconsidering. After a moment, she continues;

"You tell me. What are you?"

He wanted to lie. To say he was nothing more than a man, just… a small one, but she had caught him in the act. How could he explain away… feeding. He grimaced. Why did it matter what he was? He was a thinking, speaking being-  just the same as her! 

“My name,” he sneered, “is Aedes.”

[masterdetectivexx]

Hey bro, any thoughts on the latest files with Heiji and the monks? What about that easter egg for the next case, regarding that long lost detective that will be back, is Gosho hinting at Saguru? Or just Shinichi? Do you think the next files could be Rum arc resolution?

File 1116-1118 Review

I enjoyed the case a lot overall. Already starting from File 1116, Ran was getting a proactive role in the Heizuha romance plot, which I found so refreshing and endearing (since Ran has gotten so sidelined lately).

The whole monk themed case was a such a nostalgia trip as well, and I love how Gosho also gave our other Mouri, Kogoro, a proactive role in the case, showcasing once again his judo moves.

As for the Heizuha confession build up, that started since File 1113 (Muga shinkansen case), contrary to my expectations, it still didn't pay off in any way, as Heiji once again failed due to forgetfullness (File 118), despite Ran's efforts.

What however made this quite disappointing was that even the Hyakunin isshu tournament setup from the previous case was also resolved off-screen and didn't remain as a potential plot-thread to a future official confession case setting. However, that very same Momiji scene that resolved the tournament setup also gave a teaser/foreshadowing to Momiji potentially starting to act more actively towards her romantic goals with Heiji. She referenced a Hyakunin isshu poem that bears a similar message to "time is money", where she mentions that time can easily pass by in the blink of an eye if one keeps acting indecisive (File 1118), as if she is planning on officially making her move soon.

This could be Gosho still building on the confession-anticipation momentum from the this and the previous case, and that the next upcoming case could still tie into the Ōoka/Heizuha subplot in some way as the official confession case approaches. If not, then it will truly feel like Gosho wasted an actual opportunity of building up tension towards an eventual confession.

As for the teaser of a long lost detective finally reappearing in the next case, it does fit with the idea of it being Hakuba Saguru (who fans have kept nagging Gosho about when he will return in DC). This also fits with the AC teaser that he will be drawing a vertical double-spread magazine cover featuring Kid.

While this may seem as an immediate confirmation that it will be a Kid case and that there will be no further Heizuha/Ooka material in the next case, there is still potential that Gosho is actually planning on intertwining them again, like in Fairy's lips case (File 1018-1021) & Queen's bangs case (If the falcon elder is Former prime minister [FPM] Ōoka). This is due to Gosho also promoting M27, which is a Heizuha-Kid Movie, in the same magazine as the double-spread, and he also teased in another AC that he will be drawing the Naniwa (Osaka) duo in the poster art for M27.

In other words, there is still hope that Momiji's teaser in the latest chapter bares importance in the following Kid case. Also, if the ongoing speculation that the falcon motif seen with the Falcon elder belongs to the Ōoka family and that they are related to Hakuba Saguru (who has his own Falcon pet) is true, then this upcoming Kid/Hakuba case would further be inviting more Ōoka/Heizuha material (that potentially keeps the Heizuha plot streak going).

While not impossible, these AC teasers does lessen the chance of us getting Rum climax in the upcoming case, unless the teased detective was meant to be Shinichi all along (which I currently feel is unlikely, since Crimson School Trip did not happen too long ago).

[forasecondtherewedwon]

lullaby for a rottweiler

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: G Word Count: 1116

Summary: There isn't exactly a Protector's Handbook with a chapter on what to do if you find yourself trapped in Cerberus's mouth, so Grover decides to tackle the problem the best way he knows how: by singing the consensus song.

What Grover never mentioned to the others—what he never felt he had to confess might be a better way to say it—is that there’s a reason he was glad they didn’t take a plane to California. Another reason. A reason that has nothing to do with the three of them spending the flight huddled anxiously in the bathroom until lightning bolts blast the wings off and Percy has to save them with airplane toilet water. Which Grover, who may have dreamed that exact scenario on the train to St. Louis, doesn’t doubt Percy could have done. For the record.

The other reason he was happy not to take a plane is turbulence. He’s super not into it. Rough travel can be fun when it’s his hooves over uneven ground. It’s not even the worst, in terms of messing with his inner ears, to be on a bus during a Fury attack. Or on a train with a rampaging Chimera. A car being rammed by a Minotaur! If Grover were to explain, if he had to tell Annabeth and Percy, he has quite the portfolio of turbulent travel situations to use as proof that he’s fine 99% of the time.

Boy, it really feels like the gods are laughing at him for managing to skip the plane only to end up bouncing along in one of Cerberus’s three mouths.

This is a heavy dog, and he takes big leaps. Grover is lofted up against the solid roof of the dog’s mouth, then dropped back down on its warm, rubbery tongue. And the whole place stinks. Hades can’t get in here with a toothbrush every once in a while? It smells like Cerberus has been using the Styx as his own personal water bowl. (The scent is misery with base notes of the abandonment of all hope.) Numbed by the stench, all Grover can do at first is subject himself to a mental montage of the greasy diner food and convenience store snacks he’s been living on. Not even the good stuff, like soda cans and tins of peanuts with the peanuts dumped out.

What breaks through his fixation on the contents of his churning stomach is one word: bumpy.

Because he’s not really big on self-pity, Grover scrambles to his knees between bounds and does his best to brace himself inside Cerberus’s mouth just enough to feel like he has a little bit of control. Hey, he feels less nauseous already!

“Oh golly!” he shout-sings, and immediately regrets it; Cerberus cocks his head at the noise and jerks to a stop. Grover cringes as he’s tossed against the dog’s teeth.

“Sorry,” he says, softer. “I guess six ears are more sensitive than two, huh?”

Cerberus’s answering whine vibrates Grover bone-deep before the dog starts moving again—a jaunty walking pace that’s ramping back up into a full-out run.

“Let’s try this again,” Grover says to himself, getting situated between tongue and palate.

He clears his throat.

“Oh, golly, the road’s gettin’ bumpy ’cause I got me…” He considers the dark, reeking cavern in which he crouches. “…a hound dog who just won’t slow down. Oh, dear. When the heads are gettin’ bouncy, the trick to settled tummies is…”

Is??? Grover thinks, because it’s a lot harder to come up with rhymes when you’re lurching down the bank of the River Styx in something’s mouth than it is when you’re packing a bag at camp based on what you think your co-questers are most likely to forget.

“…a trip to singin’ town,” he picks up.

Percy and Annabeth never let him get to verse two (where you say nice things about each other, building goodwill on the path to consensus). Cerberus hasn’t spat Grover out or tried to swallow him, so, honestly, after having his friends interrupt his debut performance, he’s taking it as encouragement to keep singing. He claps a hand against his opposite arm steadily until the words come to him. It’s weird but either he’s matched his claps to Cerberus’s footfalls or the dog’s running to his beat.

“Oh, Cerby, you’re good at bein’ grumpy, you make a great guard dog, your fur’s all black and brown.” The last one’s more of an observation than a compliment, and Grover winces, hoping Cerberus is more affected by his happy tone than the exact words.

“Good boy,” Grover sings, not meaning it. “You don’t need to run fast. (In fact, slower’s prob’ly better.) A trip to singin’ town.”

His eyes widen as, miraculously, Cerberus slows. Grover lets his clapping trail off. The dog stops, he sinks. Though it feels like this mouth-elevator has reached the ground floor, he’s not opening up to let Grover out. Suddenly, a snore rumbles through him. Seems like it’s probably now or never; Grover wriggles out between Cerberus’s huge teeth, getting a thorough slime bath as he pushes past the dog’s slobbery jowls.

He's relieved to see Percy, but he directs his first words at Cerberus: “You are a bad, bad dog!”

And he is a good, good singer, he thinks, even after he realizes Annabeth has literally scaled the side of Hades’ hound to give the dog neck scritchies. And maybe Percy helped too, fearlessly standing his ground in the path of the charging dog. Three heads are really better than one! Grover glances sideways at Cerberus. Three heads are better in some circumstances.

There’s not much time, so he listens to the others’ plan, using the shoes to lift Percy off the ground and fly him up the cliff. But the dog’s getting restless; Grover can hear growling noises that do not indicate peaceful slumber. After a harrowing minute of separation and a squeak of the red ball, Annabeth joins them at the top of the cliff. She launches the ball and Cerberus gives chase. The three of them stand there for a moment, breathing hard. But Grover just can’t keep it in.

“I GAVE YOU COMPLIMENTS!” he shouts after the dog. “YOU DON’T JUST ATTACK A GUY AND HIS FRIENDS RIGHT AFTER THE CONSENSUS SONG!”

Still outraged, he turns to his friends.

“What was that thing the Oracle said about betrayal again? Percy?”

But Percy isn’t listening, so Grover looks to Annabeth for support. The scrunch of her eyebrows and the slant of her mouth say she has no idea why he’s bringing up the consensus song right now (and why would she? Grover doesn’t mind that a ride in Cerberus’s mouth is one part of this quest he experienced alone). Regardless, Annabeth pats him on the shoulder.

“Yuck,” she says, withdrawing her hand and staring at her drool-slicked palm.

Grover sighs.

“Yeah. Tell me about it.”

[leonscape]

Ikemen Prince AU Series

Part 12, Clavis Lelouch. Chapter 1, "The Beginning of the End."

Note: I edited and revised a lot a lot. I'm getting more organized and actually planning out the story (I love making stuff up as I go though). Enjoy. Or don't I don't know. But if you do, feel free to comment or something or not, it's up to you.

Word Count: 1116 | Masterlist

Nothing excited the third prince more than the prospect of amusement. He was a beast drawn by the scent of blood with a promise of a unique type of prey. And after a sudden change in leadership, the Sinclair family was under suspicion. Clavis simply couldn’t pass up an attractive opportunity to investigate suspicious activity happening under everyone’s noses. 

Clavis arrived at the quaint little residence nestled in the forest. He exited the carriage with his usual mischievous grin, eager to unveil every secret. The off-white mansion humbly stood in front of him, gently welcoming him.

Servants nervously rushed around in preparation of the prince’s arrival. It’s the first time in years since the household has seen any official visit from the royal family.

“I heard that Prince Clavis is quite troublesome! You have to be extremely cautious around him,” a maid whispered to the others.

“There’s no way he’s that dangerous.” The other maid shook her head.

“But it’s true! I’ve seen people literally scramble away from him before,” another piped up. A loud clap startled the maids out of their gossip.

“Now, now, it is not polite to speak of an honored guest that way. Please resume your duties at once,” the head butler ordered. 

“Yes, Mr. Carter.” They all bowed.

Carter sighed, looking at his pocket watch. “A valid concern… The Third Prince of Rhodolite is indeed a dangerous beast. This could very well be the beginning of the end. Wouldn’t you say, Avery?”

Avery hummed and stood beside the butler. “Keep an eye on Prince Clavis while he’s here. I don’t want him digging around too much.”

“Yes, my lord.” 

The prince and the count were seated across from each other. The smile on Clavis’ lips was one of amusement. The eldest son, Avery, shifted in his seat. The way Avery carried himself was indeed like someone of a high born status. His back was straight with his shoulders back, head held high, not even a single strand of hair was out of place. Nothing out of the ordinary until his leg bouncing restlessly ruined the perfect image. 

“Do I make you nervous?” Clavis asked. 

Avery shook his head. “No. I have a lot of things to do and it makes me anxious.”

“It’s okay, you can tell me if I make you nervous,” Clavis insisted. He grinned widely, anticipating Avery’s reaction. 

Avery’s brows furrowed and his frown deepened. “I’m not nervous,” he said.

“Then why can’t you look me in the eye?”

“Because,” Avery said, trying his best to hold his tongue. 

“Because I make you nervous. I see, well that’s fine. Just speak freely with me, okay?”

“If I spoke freely, I don’t think you’d like me,” Avery mumbled.

“Haha! You’ve got a unique sense of humor and I like that,” Clavis told him. It only made Avery scowl. “Oh! What an amusing expression you’ve got.”

Avery took a deep breath and calmly asked, “Are you here to annoy me? Or to establish a relationship with a new noble?”

“Well I’ve been sent here on behalf of His Majesty. After we received a letter, informing us of your father’s passing, it’s only right we offer support to the grieving family,” Clavis spoke in a dignified tone. Clavis wore a large grin that almost made Avery roll his eyes at. Clavis’ playful aura didn’t match that of someone who was supposed to be giving sympathy. 

“We’re still adjusting. I’ve taken over my father’s place and I can assure you, this transition will be seamless,” he told Clavis with a cold tone. “If there is nothing else to discuss, then I shall be off.” 

Avery stood up and briskly walked to the door. Clavis observed him with sharp golden eyes. He noticed the way Avery’s gloved hands were clenched into tight fists as he took long strides towards escape. “Hahaha! What an interesting fellow. Did you see that Cyran?” Clavis turned to his trusted accomplice.

“Yeah, he looked pretty upset,” Cyran said. 

“I’ve heard anger was parting of the grieving process, but that was a bit peculiar, wouldn’t you say? It’s like he was rushing to get away from me.” Clavis frowned

“No. That seemed like a normal reaction to me.” Cyran shrugged. 

“But he didn’t even address what was in the letter,” Clavis said. He pulled the letter out of his breast pocket and quickly glossed over it once more. “They requested some sort of help. I’m not sure what they need, but I am an excellent helper.” 

Cyran shook his head in a silent disagreement. “He probably didn’t write the letter himself. It was probably a servant or something,” Cyran suggested.

“Actually, that was me,” a disembodied voice said. A young boy crawled out from one of the big cabinets. “My name is Felix Sinclair, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness.”

“Why were you hiding in there?” Cyran asked.

“Why else? To spy on you guys,” Felix answers truthfully. “I was the one who called for help because my family is in danger.” 

Clavis and Cyran exchanged puzzled looks. “In danger? From what?” Cyran asked.

“There are bad people out there. They will attack while we’re still adjusting to the changes,” Felix told them. 

“Did these people attack your father?” Clavis asked. 

Felix shook his head. “No, father died of illness.”

Clavis and Cyran looked at each other again, sharing a knowing look. “Why are these people attacking you and your family?” Clavis asked. 

“I don’t know,” Felix said. 

“Haha! Is this some sort of prank?” Clavis laughed. 

Felix didn’t laugh or even smile. He just looked at the prince in disappointment. “Can’t believe they sent you out of all of the princes,” he muttered. 

“I know, it’s most unfortunate,” Cyran empathized. 

“Why? It’s obvious that I’m the best choice!” Clavis smiled innocently. 

“We can send someone else to help-” Cyran was promptly cut off by Clavis. 

“There’s no need for that! We’re already here and who knows when these bad people will strike? It’ll take days for someone else to travel all the way out here. Besides, I’m sure I could offer a lot more than any other prince!” Clavis reasoned. 

“Is that true? Can we count on you?” Felix asked. 

“Of course! What kind of prince would I be if I couldn’t help those in need? What kind of gentleman would I be?” 

“I’m really sorry,” Cyran apologized in advance.

“You pinky promise to keep your word?” Felix asked. 

Clavis held his pinky out. “I promise.” 

Felix looked at Clavis’ pinky and extended his out too. They linked pinkies and Cyran was ready to throw himself out of the window. 

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[nekoannie-chan]

Secrets chapter 1: The Day We Met part I

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1116 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: Angst.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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Secrets masterlist.

Prologue.

Next chapter.

𝒥𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒯𝑜𝓀𝓎𝑜, 𝒥𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓃

 Kath opened her eyes lazily. Any normal student would go on Saturdays to the activities of their respective clubs, but for some reason, No, she knew the reasons why she had not been able to be in any of the school clubs. But what actually woke her up that morning was the noise that was heard on the lower floor.

She got up and wash her face, then went back to her bedroom to get dressed, and slowly went downstairs she couldn't stay in her bedroom all day anyway, also she was hungry.

The first thing she found when she got off and entered the kitchen was a young man she didn't know, but seeing the clothes she was wearing, she assumed she worked at S.H.I.E.L.D. and that he probably was one of the agents on her father's team.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You finally woke up," Nozomu said. "He's Brock Rumlow, one of the agents under my command; the other one who's eating breakfast is Jack Rollins."

"Why did you bring them? You have never brought work home," Kath whispered.

"The mission took a slightly different course, but it was successful."

"Different? Does mom know about this?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. She didn't think her mother would be amused that her dad had brought "work" home.

"Sure, she was the one who made breakfast."

"Okay," Kath replied unconvincedly, turned around and saw Brock. "Is my dad too harsh on his team?" she asked Brock.

Brock had slowly turned around when he heard the voice, he hadn't even been able to answer when he saw her, it was the second time in his life that he felt something similar, he was completely enraptured; while Kath couldn't take her eyes off Brock either.

"Rumlow?"

"Huh?"

"Kath asked you a question."

The young woman let out a small, teasing giggle, although she had found some interesting things in his mind. At least sometimes it was fun to see what was in other people's heads.

"Excuse me?"

"I asked you if my dad is too harsh as an instructor or whatever he does."

Brock smiled nervously. He didn't know he had to answer. Meanwhile, Jack tried not to laugh.

Somehow, Brock got Kath's mobile phone number, and they started talking more. He even knew she was a mutant.

She was beginning to feel something "weird," very different from what she once felt about Johnny. If Wanda, Saori, or Nico were there, she could talk to them and know what was going on. She wasn't quite sure what to say to her teacher, Agatha, either... She missed her best friends! She didn't know exactly what she felt, but she was aware that it was completely different from what she had come to feel in the past.

ℒ𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿, 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈

 Kathleen did some doodles in her notebook. The classes at the Academy were somewhat boring for her, but perhaps the reason for this is that she read all the procedures as well as the protocols and what she must have known to be an agent in the books and files that her parents had at home since she was a child. However, even if she didn't know, she couldn't pay attention since the noise in her classmates' minds was very annoying. The worst thing is that she knew exactly what they thought of her. Somehow, they learned that she was a mutant.

Kath was the only one who was in the dining room. The others always avoided her, except Cameron. Although they did not bother him, usually the others excluded him. Maybe it was because the boy had always behaved in a very shy way. Regardless, she was happy to be able to consider him a friend.

Kath checked her mobile phone when she arrived, she had a couple of text messages from Brock, he thought she was going to college; she still hadn't told him anything about the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, she wanted it to be a surprise.

However, the one who got a big surprise was her; the following weekend, while having breakfast with her parents, she received a piece of news.

"Next month, you will have your first mission as an agent," the man said.

Kath took her eyes off her breakfast and looked at him as if her father had spoken to her in a language she didn't understand. "My first mission?  But I'm still at the Academy... " she didn't finish the sentence, realizing the reasons, she smiled, "Okay, I guess I won't be going alone or with any of you."

She knew that Fury had intervened; the good thing was that she would probably have more free time and finally tell Brock the truth, as long as the mission was a success.

In their free time, they would go out; he would show her around the city, or so she thought. Maybe she had lived in another country since she was little, but she did know the city and other parts of the United States because she went to visit her grandparents. She actually liked Brock thinking that; she also liked spending time with him.

Kathleen was in love with Brock, and although she preferred to hide her feelings, the truth was that she was afraid of losing him. In the past, she had already lost the people she loved so much, so she preferred to keep him safe.

Brock Rumlow had six months since he had been appointed Commander and leader of the STRIKE team, some were in disagreement and others skeptical, but the decisive vote and of greater weight was that of Nozomu, who fully trusted him.

"Agent Rumlow," a female voice called him. He wasn't sure if the voice belonged to the person whom he believed. He turned around, annoyed. He was no longer an agent, exactly. "Or should I say Commander Rumlow?" she asked, in a playful tone. Brock laughed when he saw who she was.

Something weird was going on. "Kitty, do you know you can call me Brock?" he frowned. "Why are you wearing that uniform?" Shouldn't you be in college? He looked at her sternly. In the past, he got into a lot of trouble. Maybe she needed his help.

"The uniform is mine; I'm an agent. Here, it's from Fury, and my dad asked you to be my instructor, tutor, whatever," Kathy answered laughing while she gave Brock a document.

"Won't you go to the Academy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I exceeded expectations in the exams, and they decided it was time for me to become an agent," she replied as if she didn't care.

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[dhr-ao3]

The Sweetness of This Still September Fleetness

The Sweetness of This Still September Fleetness https://ift.tt/ZbdqoPY by nocteacakes Every Harvest Moon, Draco and Hermione have a hunt on the sprawling Malfoy Manor grounds. This year, Draco is the hunter. Words: 1116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: primal play, Draco Malfoy POV, Established Relationship, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, chase kink, primal kink, Fingering, not beta'ed, Married Couple via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/kB56rK7 April 02, 2024 at 07:49PM

[eleni-cherie]

look at my girl ran being the biggest heikazu shipper 💜 purposely choosing a spot momiji wouldn't be able to join in just in case haha

(and her plan better work bc I'm sick of still waiting for heikazu to happen 😩)

+bonus:

ran looking mischievously at heikazu and praising herself

yesss, indeed good job my girl 💜🥺

[calekinnieplus]

Although he couldn’t see anything through his “true vision,” he could vaguely sense that there was a gaze cast over from afar, causing it to interfere with his observations; thus, weakening his clarity and range.

In addition, that gaze gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

It’s difficult to not be familiar with it. The first half of my life after I transmigrated was to deal with “Him”—”His” son, “His” Oracle, “His” wish to descend, the items left behind by “Him”, “His” crazy ravings, and all sorts of murals related to “Him”… At that moment, Klein was completely certain that the entity who had begun to focus on the City of Silver’s expedition team was none other than the True Creator.

Rip to Klein, he just keeps getting entangled with the True Creator

[sarcasticsunshine123]

i'm pretty sure i should make you breakfast and then never leave: The Mess (ch2)

Pairing: Ricky Bowen/EJ Caswell

Rating: General Rating

Word Count: 1116/3448

Chapter: 2/3

Summary: The Wildcats all leave Salt Lake one by one, leaving just EJ and Ricky. Ricky doesn’t mind. They had grown close over the last few years, and he would easily say EJ was his closest friend now. Or, that is until EJ gets a job offer he can’t refuse and leaves Ricky with a choice to make. Will New York be their new home, or will it ruin everything between them?

read it here

[ao3feed-dilucnkaeya]

So Fragile

Read on AO3

by LeeRyder

Inspired by @ifrauzt illustration

Kaeya finally managed to escape the Abyss Order after days of fighting only to find the domain door cannot be opened. No matter how hard someone on the other side tries.

Words: 1116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Diluc (Genshin Impact)

Relationships: Diluc & Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

Additional Tags: Diluc and Kaeya are Siblings (Genshin Impact), Diluc and Kaeya are Adopted Siblings (Genshin Impact), Sad Ending

[dumfanting]

VOLUME ONE MASTER LIST (Complete!)

F! Reader / Echo (and Fives) (and Crosshair)

Reader Insert | Angst | Mature/Explicit

You’re a medic for the 501st Legion, but after losing Echo, you cope by taking an assignment with Clone Force 99.

General warnings: grieving, major character death, occasional smut, PTSD, war trauma. There will be specific warnings for each chapter.

Extras

Images:

Coruscant Apartment | The Stone | Shalka Myrr | Shower Scene with Fives 🌶️ | Shower Fantasy with Crosshair 🌶️

Alternative timeline stories:

Remnants (Alternate Ending with Kix)

Nothing Left (Follow up to Remnants)

Uncrossed Paths (Alternate Ending with Crosshair) 🌶️

An Unexpected Survivor (Alternate Ending with Echo)

Technical Assistance (A ‘What If-?’ with Tech) 🌶️

Abridged (AO3 exclusive) For those intimidated by the original 157,000 word count and/or aren’t good with angst.

Chapter 1: Prelude

Echo leaves on a high-risk mission and you’ve got a bad feeling about this.

M | death and loss, the citadel mission | 1715 words

Chapter 2: In the Wake

The days after you receive the news.

M | grieving, death of a loved one | 1116 words

Chapter 3: Specters

Feeling better after Fives’ visit, you decide to return to work, but it takes a toll on you.

M | grief, loss of a loved one | 1669 words

Chapter 4: Traces

You’re slowly starting to cope, with Fives’ help.

M | grief, nightmares | 1169 words

Chapter 5: A Spark

You and Fives keep getting closer, then he comes to you with something heavy on his mind.

M | none | 1025 words

Chapter 6: Aflame 🌶️

Things with Fives get heated.

E | fingering, hand jobs, love bites, PiV, guilt | 1735 words

Chapter 7: Embers 🌶️

The morning after.

E | PiV, oral (giving and receiving) | 1983 words

Chapter 8: Ashes 🌶️

Some days are still harder than others, but you and Fives get through it with each others support.

E | nightmares/night terrors, PTSD, guilt, grief, sex in a closet | 1683 words

Chapter 9: Dust

The men return from Umbara.

M | none | 1384 words

Chapter 10: Inquiry 🌶️

Fives is finally able to come home and he tells you what happened during the Umbara mission.

E | Umbara arc, PTSD, shower sex, love bites, bruises, alcohol consumption | 3117 words

Shower scene

Chapter 11: Conspiracy

All too soon, you have to say goodbye again.

M | major character death, drinking, alcohol, conspiracy, panic | 3828 words

Chapter 12: Ruin

“Why do you all have to look the fucking same?”

M | panic attacks, fainting/passing out, hospital stay, implied suicide reference | 2135 words

Chapter 13: Interlude

You’re burning out, badly, then Kix approaches you about a job.

M | grief, anger, night terrors, discussion of death | 1453 words

Chapter 14: The Bad Batch

A long time has passed between your last conversation with Kix and where you are now.

M | description of injury | 3259 words

Chapter 15: A Distant Echo

The steam clears, and you can’t help but scream.

M | loss of bodily autonomy, loss of limbs, prisoner of war, extreme body modifications, body horror, PTSD, nightmares, death, Crosshair is an asshole | 6013 words

Chapter 16: On the Wings of Keeradaks

Oh thank the Maker, he’s alive! Now it’s time to get him out.

M | heights, flight, canon typical violence, body dysphoria | 4406 words

Chapter 17: Overload

It has to get worse before it can get better, doesn’t it?

M | accusations of cheating, fainting, medical scenario, panic attack, grief, confusion | 3357 words

Chapter 18: To See

Everyone gets clarity on the situation.

M | trauma dumping | 4222 words

Chapter 19: Crash

You feel an odd sense of both loss and peace at the same time as tears continue to roll silently down your cheeks.

M | fainting, grief, panic attack, medical emergency, surgery | 4499 words

Chapter 20: A Force

You and Echo finally get to talk, then you find out something surprising about yourself.

M | medical scenarios, prosthetic limbs being removed, discussion of death, grief | 4412 words

Chapter 21: Truth

The days progress slowly, then you realize you’ll need to make a choice.

M | medical scenario, discussion of death, Umbara, grief | 3741 words

Chapter 22: Replacement

Things just got even more complicated.

M | body dysphoria, possible breakup, jealousy, arguments, yelling, astromech | 6072 words

Chapter 23: Guilt 🌶️

It’s been a long day, but it isn’t over yet.

E | light smut, makeouts, female masturbation, yelling, arguments, accusations of cheating, grief, hallucinations, panic attacks | 7721 words

Shower Fantasy

Chapter 24: Unfinished Business

There’s one last thing to take care of, then Echo has to make a difficult decision.

M | canon typical violence, electrocution, being shot, moderate description of injury, droid massacre, goodbyes | 5059 words

Chapter 25: Mechanic

Everyone takes a break, but problems never do.

M | prejudice, sexual harassment (not from the Batch), OC introduced, grief, Hunter kinda sees you topless | 9438 words

Shalka Myrr

Chapter 26: Ad Infinitum 🌶️

You finally catch Echo up on everything, then go for a drink with Crosshair.

E | trauma dumping, grief, ptsd, make outs, dry humping, alcohol, so much dialogue | 10,554 words

Chapter 27: Both 🌶️

An understanding is reached.

E | nightmares, mild smut, self consciousness, body dysphoria, love triangle, jealousy, alcohol | 4162 words

Chapter 28: Radiant 🌶️

You’re surprised to wake up between Echo and Crosshair, and you all work out some stress.

E | mild description of injury and wound care, smut (specifics in the actual post), exasperated Hunter trope | 6257 words

Chapter 29: The Veteran

You get into the library, then visit Kix, and Rex finds out about the ‘agreement’.

M | wound care, description of injury, implied sex (but there actually isn’t), painkillers | 7410 words

Chapter 30: Distraction 🌶️

Crosshair uses you and Echo to make a point to Tech, unbeknownst to any of you.

E | arguments, dry humping/outercourse, love bites, being walked in on, Star Trek reference, face slapping (again), ass-grabbing, claustrophobia, medical scenario, full-body submersion | 8400 words

Chapter 31: Premonition 🌶️

Fives has something to tell you, and so does Crosshair.

E | (nearly) drowning, CPR, blood, scars, body worship, nipple play, fingering, oral (F receiving), squirting | 5241 words

Chapter 32: Listening 🌶️

You fill Echo in on your near miss, then realize just how shaken by it Crosshair is.

E | drowning, nightmares, pet name (baby), makeouts, spanking, pussyjob, clit rubbing, exhibitionism, voyeurism, love bites, obedience kink, authority kink, praise kink, fingering, overstimulation, squirting | 5935 words

Chapter 33: Lies 🌶️

Unbeknownst to either of you, Crosshair was awake, and he heard everything.

E | angst, lying, confrontation, misunderstandings, yelling, implied spousal abuse (there is none), Force pushing, broken trust, storming out, declarations of love, love bites, oral (m receiving), overstimulation | 6661 words

Chapter 34: Upgrade 🌶️

Echo talks to Crosshair, you talk to Anakin, and you both see Shalka for the last time.

E | angst, handjobs, fingering, mutual oral sex (m and f receiving and giving)(69), exhibitionism/voyeurism, shouting, jealousy, public makeouts, punching, almost shooting someone | 9594 words

Chapter 35: Riddur (finale!)

All is right in the galaxy again as you both drift off to sleep.

E | proposal, handjobs, fingering (f receiving), squirting, PiV, body dysmorphia, Emotions, oral (giving and receiving), blowjobs, face sitting, vibrators | 6738 words