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dearhargrove · 1 year ago

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Survivors

Evan Buckley x reader

summary You're taking care of Christopher when Buck comes home, looking absolutely drained and in shock and goes straight to Christophers room. You overhear the news and make sure to care for both Chris and Buck.

word count 1639

tags pretty much episode 14 season 4, Eddie gets shot but it's not described, Buck is sad :(, Chris being the precious kid he is

a/n the way I sat there in silence when Eddie got shot is crazy. Like first they hurt us with Athena and Bobby's fight and then one second passes and Eddie (my bb) gets shot I'm so confused 😭 anyway I couldn't take it when I saw bucks reaction so I wrote a fix it for me. Also I screen recorded off of an illegal site to make gifs LMAO

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You're washing the dishes when the front door opens and closes, footsteps echoing through the hallway and living room - right past the kitchen.

“Eddie?” You call and the steps stop. Instead of the man you'd expected there's your husband, Buck. He looks distraught, eyes bloodshot and lips bitten raw. What the hell happened? He doesn't even really look at you, it's like he's looking through you. “Buck? You okay?”

He licks his lips and blinks a few times but he doesn't reply. He walks straight to Christopher's bedroom, you following after him in confusion and worry. Why was he alone and why did he look like he'd seen a ghost or worse?

He stops before entering Chris’ room, but not to wait for permission to come in but more like hesitancy. He balls his hand into a fist and takes a deep breath before walking in. You take his spot in the doorway and watch with a worried frown as Buck squats down in front of Chris who's sitting on his bed, playing a video game.

“Where's Dad?” Buck looks down and you see him swallow again before he looks into the kids eyes. “He's.. not coming home tonight, Chris.”

Chris seems almost unbothered by it but considering that Eddie had to stay in the hospital overnight almost regularly due to his job, it was a reasonable reaction. But Buck doesn't seem to think the same and shakes his head minimally.

“Did he get hurt? In a fire?” Chris inquires and Buck turns his head to the side and slowly shakes it in negation. Before explaining it he sits down next to Chris and pinches the bridge of his nose, frowning. “No, not- not in a fire.” He takes another deep breath before continuing, “The truth is someone hurt your Dad.”

It's been a while since you've heard his voice so sullen and raspy from crying - probably since the last visit from his parents and that was weeks ago now. You slowly and quietly come into the room as well, standing at the foot of the bed and next to Buck with his back turned to you.

He regards you with a short glance before focusing back on Christopher, confirming his question, “Yeah, a bad guy.”

You see him reach up and wipe under his eyes, frowning in empathy as you put your hand between his shoulder blades and slowly move it up and down in hopes to calm him down a bit.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Chris asks and you're glad he did because you want to know too. Buck looks at him again and nods. “Your Dad is tough. He's a fighter.”

“He's with the doctors now? The ones that fixed you?” Chris inquires and Buck nods. You see the conflict on his face before the ten year old nods, “Then he's gonna be fine.” You hum and Buck glances your way before focusing back on Chris. Just as he's about to say something his phone pings twice and he looks down at it.

Over his shoulder you see the message as well, stemming from Bobby.

Out of surgery. Doctors say it went well.

Your heart basically drops in relief and Bucks seems to as well when his phone drops from his hand and he pretty much caves in, dropping his chin to his chest as he sniffles and exhales deeply.

You thread your hand in his hair and he automatically leans into you, resting against your stomach as he starts to cry. His hands grasp at your hips before his arms wrap around you and he sobs.

“Shh, it's okay, baby. Eddie's gonna be fine. Right, Chris? Your dad's strong.”

The young boy nods and you smile assuringly as he reaches out and wraps his arm around Bucks shoulders to pat his back. You melt at the sight and ruffle his hair which he usually doesn't like - only his dad is allowed to - but now he just looks at you with worry and confusion.

“How about you go and get ready for bed, hm?” It's not a question and it is a reasonable time for him to head to bed anyway, so he complies and slowly walks to the bathroom.

When he's out of earshot you sit next to Buck and let him fully wrap his arms around you and put his head on your chest as he cries. “H-He got shot right in front of me,” he starts with hitching breaths. “He just dropped and his blood was all over me-” he sobs deeply and you kiss his head while trying to process this yourself. He got shot?

“You couldn't have prevented it, love. He's gonna be fine. Eddie survived a lot, he's going to pull through this time, too.” Buck shakes his head and pulls back enough to look at you, blue eyes glossy and chin quivering as he gasps between another sob.

“It shouldn't have been him!” This devastates you and you cup his face in your hands, your worried expression replaced by a stern one. “It shouldn't have been anyone. Not him and not you, either. You hear me?”

He whimpers and you sigh, wiping your thumbs under his eyes and placing a long, soft kiss on his birthmark. “As soon as we can, we'll go visit him. But now you have to be strong, for Christopher. He looks up to you, if he sees you sad he'll be sad, too. Let's get him to bed, and I'll take care of you after.”

You take his hand and put it over your heart, exaggerating your breaths so he could match his and calm down. Right when he does he opens his eyes again and his frown fades enough to only be barely visible. “‘m sorry.”

The shake of your head is immediate, shutting up any further apologies. “No. It's good to let it out. I'm here so you can do exactly that if you need to. I love you, Evan. Nothing's gonna change that.”

He pulls his hand from your chest and tangles it with yours instead, gently kissing your knuckles and then your inner wrist.

He used to hate his name after it reminded him of his parents- of how they treated him. It reminds him of a life where he had to endure pain to receive love and attention.

But when you say it, it makes his heart beat faster in a good way. It makes him want to move on from his trauma or at least learn to deal with it.

And moreover it makes him feel validated. With you, he's not just Buck. He's also vulnerable, emotional and a bit cheesy. He's Evan. Evan, who's had more jobs in more cities than he can count on one hand because he was trying to find his place in the world. Evan, who likes the ocean but has been uneasy around it ever since the tsunami.

You smile lovingly and peck his forehead just as Chris comes back inside. He's wearing some dino pajamas and you ‘ohh’ at him which makes him giggle and turn as if to show off his outfit.

You move up from the bed - Buck going with you and standing at the foot of it - and untuck the bedsheets. “Get in there.” Chris grins and lays down, letting you tuck him in.

“Don't be sad, kid.” He says to Buck, who tries and fails to hide a new round of tears building up in his eyes. You had no clue where and why Chris sometimes calls Buck or even Eddie ‘kid’ but both of them seemed to love it.

“I'm just a bit worried for your Dad. But he'll be fine,” he adds the last part when you glance at him warningly, not wanting Chris to worry, and smiles. “Goodnight, bud.”

You leave his nightlight on and the door open as you leave.

Buck settles on the couch and watches as you approach and stand in front of him.

He leans back into the couch and looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you melt every single time he looks at you. Damn him and his beautiful eyes.

“I'm really scared. I don't know what I would do without him… when he laid there and looked at me, I-” he inhales sharply and looks at his hands, picking at his nails and reopening an old abrasion in the process.

You take his hand into each of yours to stop him and sigh, “I think you're gonna have to move from monthly sessions to biweekly, babe.” You know his therapy has been helping him a lot and you're glad he's working on coping with his trauma, but this addition is going to complicate not just his home life but also work - especially when Eddie comes back.

He groans and pulls you down until you're sitting on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs and his hands on your hips. “I appreciate your help, lovie, but just let me try and rest a little right now, please?”

You smile and card a hand through hair, moving to get off his lap so he could get comfortable on the couch. “Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and you're pushed onto your back before he's leaning over you, laying between your legs.

“You're gonna use me as your pillow?” You prompt and he nods, laying his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck and against your pulse point. You're familiar with his constant search for proof that you're alive and well; you supposed it comes from not just the job but his abandonment issues, too.

It didn't matter to you though, as long as you got to hold him at the end of the day you'd let him maneuver you into whatever way made him happy.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #oliver stark #911 fanfic #911 show #911 fox #911 spoilers #eddie diaz 911 #eddie diaz #christopher diaz

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steviebbboi · 9 months ago

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Demon's Devotion

Pairing: Incubus!Lloyd x F!Hunter!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k~

Summary: A deal that should have been black-and-white has suddenly become grey. Swapping souls means swapping places. You just didn't think that meant to spend eternity with him.

Disclaimer: This is my submission for @yenzys-lucky-charm & @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Horny Hootenanny writing challenge~ sincere thanks to lovely Yenzy and Amber for being the gems that they are <3 I'm also going to submit this into my own writing challenge (lol) Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge . Anyone is welcome to join~

Dividers and banner by me :)

***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't cute~~~~

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Minors DNI; dubcon, non-con, softdark!Lloyd (but mainly dark tbh), mentions of death, very slight slight mentions of infidelity, drugs, alcohol, Reader has low self-esteem/self-worth, demonic manipulation(?), Latin dialogue (cannot claim accuracy!).

Tropes/situational prompts: fantasy/supernatural AU, the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

Kinks: size, cockwarming, belly bulging, praise, possessive, squirting, corruption.

Seasonal prompts: meeting a demon/ghost/witch on All Hallows Eve

Smut dialogue: "You gonna be good for me?" + "I'm gonna make you mine" + "you love it like this, don't you?" + "If you only knew the things I want to do to you" + "Tell me you're mine" + "You wanted my attention, now you have it" + "Please! I can be good. So good for you. I promise" + “You belong to me now” + “Look at that, I think I broke your pretty brain, made you all dumb for me” + "Just a little more" + "Look at how good you're taking me"

Other kinks: mild choking, spanking, overstimulation, dumbification; degradation, thigh fucking, dacryphilia, aphrodisiac/demon trance (if I missed any TW, feel free to lmk)~

A/N: this is the first time that I'm writing Lloyd too so I hope I did him some justice. Also, mild references to the tv show Supernatural (I do not own the lore of TGM nor Supernatural)!

The wood was splotchy– and itched against your skin uncomfortably as you sat on your knees. The ‘devil’s trap’ was intact as you leaned over to complete the chalk-circle. Quickly gazing over the symbol to ensure the correct sigils, you leaned back once more to close your eyes and take a deep breath. You tried your best to calm your body and connect with that part of you justifying the reasons behind calling upon a demon.

“Promise me that you won’t do anything stupid.”

You cringed as you heard your ex’s solemn request echo in your thoughts. Yet again, you made a promise that you couldn’t keep. But this time, it was for his life. His soul. Your relationship was never perfect, and that’s certainly what nipped your romantic relationship in the bud, but you’ve known each other for so long…you couldn’t let him go through with it.

Broken promises was the cycle of your romantic relationship together – whether it was infidelity, drugs, alcohol, all the way to the end of the spectrum where it would also be just him going on extensive hunting trips without proper communication.

You both knew that the relationship was doomed when it started. He wasn’t capable of showing up for you the way that you were ready to do for him. You knew that, that’s why you ultimately ended the relationship.

And yet, here you sit in a mildew-infested, smelly, abandoned church on All Hallow’s Eve - ready to trade places with him.

He was meant to do a lot of good in the world. He was a good hunter, a good brother, and a good friend. He was the main character in a story that you weren’t meant to be a part of, and that’s fine. You didn’t belong in his arc. You were a side character that had a stunted narrative for a while, but didn’t belong nor play any significance into moving the story forward.

When you heard the news about how he made a deal with the crossroads demon, it suddenly clicked on how you could actually do something worthwhile. You knew that he experienced a loss, a real hit from what you’ve heard. They fell in together not long after you both ended your relationship. While that fact spared no pain on your end, you did your best to stuff it down as he obviously loved her enough to have made that deal for her life. So you did what you did best, extended light and support through your pain. Feeling so selfish to have even felt a mark of bitterness.

A hunter’s life is a grim one. Everyone knows that any relationships that you do end up having either end in misery or in blood. But the value of something light and wonderful like love was tempting for people in the life. But, it always seemed to have a cost.

You were a shit hunter, maybe a mediocre person, but maybe, just maybe, your life could have purpose by doing this one thing.

Something that just makes the pain that you have endured worth it.

It was that purpose that hardened your resolve. Any lingering doubts solidified into genuine acceptance as you relaxed your body and invited a deep breath, “I summon you, anima daemonium. Anima obscura, i vocare te.”

You repeated the command two more times until you finally felt it. A warmth that seemed to grow steadily hotter which had you hiss in pain as you felt the sordid temperature through your jeans. The chalk circle in front of you started to beam this blinding, white light that illuminated the dark vast space for a few seconds. Your eyes couldn’t hold open for too long as you scrunched them closed in alert from the sudden, bright visual.

The air in the room became thin and you could feel your lungs expanding to fill them up with as much air as you could with your breath falling heavier with each silent minute that passed. The silence was consciously loud as you looked around the still empty dark space.

“Hmmm…now what’s this?”

You heard a low rumbled, amused voice come from behind you. Your heart was beating so fast and you could feel your stomach just plummet to the floor. He was supposed to manifest within the circle…if he bypassed it like that completely, that meant that he was no ordinary crossroads demon.

A deep and intense fear rose up in your throat as you attempted to ground yourself out of your frozen state. You could feel your body tremble as you slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder only to find a looming, darkened figure standing directly behind you. Your gaze drifted upwards to find the identifying face to the haunting voice and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your dry lips.

He was…human. A tall silhouette that exuded an air of danger and allure. His skin seemed to absorb the light around him, contrasting sharply with the piercing, smoldering gaze that flickered an ice blue in the dark. A chiseled jawline gave him an almost otherworldly handsomeness, while his full lips, donned with a daring mustache, curved into a knowing smile that hinted at secrets best left unspoken.

Your confusion to his form, and his looks, felt like an aside as you took in this almost invisible yet loudly formidable being standing over you.

“Who are you?” Your lips moved faster than your brain could register any coherent thoughts. Your curiosity peaked the moment that you saw him appear in the space.

The handsome demon merely chuckled at your confusion before indicating towards his own body. “This meat suit? Mmmm, not too sure. A poor, unfortunate soul shrouded in his own darkness enough for me to climb into him and take over.” A resounding smirk followed his explanation as he narrowed his gaze at you with an interest that you couldn’t place.

You could only stammer out, “B-but, you’re h-human?” You looked over his figure again as he donned an unorthodox causal fit that you would never have pegged a demon, or honestly anyone, to wear. But with the way that he carried himself, the demon’s confidence was palpable. He was comfortable in this physical form, that’s for sure. The power that was exuding from him was staggering.

The demon cooed at your naivety, “Oh, sunshine. You have no idea who you’ve called and what you’ve just done, do you?”

He moved with a grace that was both mesmerizing and predatory as he knelt down to meet your petrified stare. There was an intoxicating aura about him, a magnetic pull that made it impossible to look away, even as a primal instinct warned of the peril he represented. His presence was electric, a heady mix of danger and desire, making it clear that this was a being not to be trifled with—a seducer cloaked in darkness, where charm and menace intertwined seamlessly.

You’re frozen in place in dual fear and pure fascination as he leaned forward into your personal space to clutch your chin with two fingers, prodding up your face for his invasive inspection. You weirdly felt awkward as you knelt before him under his scrutinous gaze. Piercing blue eyes were washing over the features, nooks-and-cranny, details of your face. Every so often, he would tilt your head to the side to inspect your profile, all the way down towards your kneeling body, and just smirk.

After 5 minutes of his torturous appraisal, he let go of your chin suddenly only to lean closer to your face. His pointed nose brushed yours so lightly, you couldn’t help the urge to look down at his mouth, feeling the hairs of his mustache graze your skin. But you could also see and almost feel the softness of his pink lips. His smirk grew on his face as if he figured something out as he turned to brush said lips against yours very faintly, almost teasingly.

You gasped at the unexpected contact and a haze washed over you that you didn’t question and felt compelled to close your eyes. Almost as if you didn’t, you would pass out from the intensity of the contact of the potential of his kiss. You leaned in slowly as your mouth was almost waiting for the pressure of his teasing brush…but it never came.

Coming back to yourself, almost like out of a trance, you gasped harshly at noticing the proximity between the two of your bodies and pushed against his chest to sit inside of the chalk circle to gain distance.

Breathing heavy at how close you just were to this supernatural inane being, you cursed yourself for letting yourself get entranced into his allure as it hit you.

“You’re an incubus.” A sneer was released unconsciously at the realization. The demon’s smirk only softened at your disdained use of the term and his only response was to deeply hum in confirmation.

“I suppose that is one name that people know me by…but I sense that you may not be so comfortable with that. How about we go with…’Lloyd’?” He proposed as he stood up with his hands in his slack-pockets.

You ignored his comfortable jeering to stand from your coveted position within the circle. “I didn’t call for you, incubus. I’m here for a crossroads demon.” You clarified sneeringly.

“And yet again, another name that people may know me by.” Lloyd said simply with another smirk on his face. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wander over your shifting body once more. You certainly looked like a hunter, but your ignorance and naivety gave you away at how utterly unskilled/trained you were in the craft.

The realization made Lloyd’s dark soul tremble in excitement at the potential of catching a brazen, beautifully innocent, yet idiotic soul like yours. And to feast on one that looks like you, with an energy so devoting and submissive…he was suddenly ravenous.

The haze that you felt earlier felt almost like a white, hot energy that was wading towards you when you noticed ‘Lloyd’s’ gaze shifting over your figure once again but with this newfound hunger in his eyes. You shifted uncomfortably as your body responded to the shift in the air. You couldn’t help but close your eyes briefly in shame as you felt it…the wetness that was accumulating in your underwear.

It didn’t matter that he was a literal sex demon who preyed on women– it was like all boundaries didn’t matter as you felt a similar urge to throw all inhibitions out the window, stalk over to him to have him throw you down on the dusty, creaking floor to just take you over and over again as you begged him for more.

You shook your head to clear your sinful thoughts, knowing that demons can sense wicked thoughts– but to your detriment, Lloyd seemed to clock something about your tense and conflicted frame and suddenly inhaled deeply.

You knew that you were caught when you saw that his cocked head straightened in discovery at smelling your arousal in the musty space. He released a deep grunt as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. The atmospheric drop in the air was palpable and the room became so distinctly warm, you could feel sweat dropping on your temple at the change.

Panting at the sudden rise in heat and thinning air, tears started to build in your eyes at looking over the demon’s now darkened gaze. He looked like he was going to attack you, and it didn’t scare you that you may lose your life nor was it that he would take you without consent.

What was scary was that you wanted him to take you. You wanted to feel him in his own heat on your bare, naked skin as he thrusted his hard cock into your eager pussy and feel the supernatural strength of his grip holding your hands above your head. So much so that you wouldn’t be able to escape him. You didn’t want to leave him, you wanted him to devour you.

You tried to shake your head out of these fantasies and get back to the present but the heat wouldn’t let you. The haze felt so strong. You could hear yourself mumbling something about the heat and subconsciously took off the denim jacket you’re wearing in desperation to feel cool.

In your present view, you could see Lloyd walk determinedly towards you and you found a consciousness present enough to take a few steps back to the tops of the chalk circle. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to enter it, that’s why he bypassed it in the first place. A demon’s trap is meant to do exactly that, he wouldn’t risk losing his prey and enter the circle where you could easily escape.

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, Lloyd’s eyes narrowed in mirth as he released a dark chuckle and stopped before entering the circle. “Oooh, sunshine, you’re so cute to think that you could escape me now. You wanted my attention, now you have it.”

He took one dramatic step inside.

Your eyes widened in shock, not being able to process what he was doing and you turned to run out but you couldn’t.

You physically could not leave the circle as you felt an invisible barrier brush against your hands that were banging against them to desperately leave. “NO! What’s happening, no–,” you gasped out, tears started to roll down your flushed cheeks as you felt him close. What was worse was that even though you wanted to get away, you wanted him to get even closer. To keep you inside of the circle with him. Delightfully trapped.

A large, warm hand touched your shoulder and spun you around as you shrieked. Tears of panic and confusion were still streaming down your face. Using the sudden invisible barrier as a wall, you shrunk yourself against it as much as you could, trying to resist the confusing and tempting pull, but it didn’t work. Lloyd gripped your waist and pulled you tight against him, your body non-resisting to his touch even though your mind protested.

Your hands reacted to instinctively catch yourself against his suddenly bare chest. You released another squeak at the feeling of his skin. The heat of his naked torso felt so relieving against yours.

“Just like you thought he would feel like…” You thought to yourself, eyes narrowed in its seeming haze. The part of you that was still conscious and afraid frowned at the feeling of his skin on yours. Looking down, the both of you were bare naked.

“What- !” You shrieked, not even remembering when or how your clothes disappeared. A wave of insecurity rushed through you at the vulnerability that you were left with in front of Lloyd, who although is a demon, was shaped like a Greek god. You felt as if dignity was taken away from you as Lloyd’s hands wandered over the skin of your naked back and up towards the back of your neck. His touch was not forcing though, it was as light as a teasing feather.

You tried, you really did, to get away from his wandering, sinful hands but he felt so smooth, warm, and so comforting. The reality was that you didn’t want to get away as he kept you pressed against him where you could feel everything. His hardened cock that you weren’t able to really look at earlier was firmly pressed against the pudge of your stomach. You couldn’t tell where the intense rush of heat was coming from, whether it was this haze or him, but you felt it flushed in your cheeks at feeling Lloyd’s erection. The knowledge that he was turned on by you.

“Of course I am, little one. Look at you. So beautiful before me. Calling for me. I'm gonna make you mine.” Lloyd murmured seductively as he responded to your hazed thoughts. His other hand moved to grip the front of your neck carefully.

He wasn’t choking you, his grip was deceivingly light, but the promise of it was what had you whimpering in response. You just barely registered how he was able to give you a response to something that was being noticed in your head.

“What’s happening to me? How are you doing this?” The only curiosities that your clouded mind was able to circle around were asked as his grip turned your face upwards to sultry and lustfully graze your lips against his.

Lloyd wickedly grinned and hummed again before he murmured his response against your pillowy lips, “You’re sleeping, sunshine.”

You could only look up into his mirth-filled eyes as you mildly registered the shock settling in your system. “No, that can’t be…I drove here and drew the circle, I called…” you drifted in your disbelief as Lloyd turned your bodies so that he was behind you. Your view no longer obscured by his taut body, you looked down to see your limp body…just laying there, seemingly unmoving.

Your eyes only widened more as Lloyd petted your hair soothingly, sensing your distress. “Oh my god, I’m dead. I’m. dead.” Flooded with panic, your body was frozen as your thoughts ruminated in a vicious cycle.

Almost condescendingly, he noted carelessly, “You’re not dead, little one. Your body is in what we call, the in-between. Or purgatory, as some may say.”

A high-pitched ring sang in your ears as you tried to take in Llloyd’s words. “But, I didn’t let you in. I didn’t give you permission.” You remarked disbelievingly as you tried to recall the regulations and rules surrounding demon possession. It’s only if you invite them into your soul, do they insert themselves, almost brutally, into your physical body and spirit. But you didn’t say the words…

“Didn’t you though?” Lloyd deviously smiled again in response to your disbelief. He hummed against your skin as he proceeded to inhale your hair and down towards your inner neck.

Unknowingly, your eyes closed deliriously as you felt his breath brush against your skin. Lloyd nosed your shoulder affectionately while he revealed mockingly, “Sealed with a kiss – a brush against the lips is all it takes to bind a human soul with a demon. And you, sunshine, are the sweetest soul that I’ve taken in a long, long time.”

His cerulean blue eyes met your shocked filled irises as he witnessed the reflective realization wash over you. Noticing the tears in your eyes, Lloyd thought that you’ve never looked more beautiful than you did right then and there.

He cooed at you again and turned your frozen frame to face him once more. “Aw, little one. I promise to take good care of you. If you only knew the things I want to do to you.”

Lloyd’s large hands grasped the back of your head to pull you hard onto his weathered lips. You were stunned at the sudden move but also couldn’t hold back the pleasured moan that left your throat at the feeling of his wet tongue caressing yours. You’ve never been kissed like this in your life– feeling cherished or owned by somebody…something else. And it felt so fucking good.

An insidious and sudden gratification came over your body as your hands clutched onto Lloyd's muscular frame to clutch yourself to his body. The heat felt overwhelmingly dangerous as you kissed the incubus demon with as much eagerness as he was extending upon your aching lips.

You couldn’t remember the reason as to why you even came here in the first place, nor do you even recall where you were at that moment. All you could feel was Lloyd as he kissed you languidly and passionately. He was all that you wanted to feel.

Breaking the kiss, Lloyd drew back but kept his hands in your hair to ensure his control. "You gonna be good for me, sunshine?"

The only thing you could do is cry desperately as the warmth overtook your body once again. Feeling flushed and needy for his skin on yours, you wantonly cried out, “Yes! I promise I’ll be such a good girl for you, Lloyd. Please! I can be good. So good for you. I promise. Please.”

You didn’t sound like yourself at all, but at that moment, you couldn’t find anything in you to care. You were desperate for him. You only wanted to be touched, wanted, and seen by him. Almost as if you needed him to know how devoted you were to giving him all of you, your soul.

Lloyd’s eyes rolled back in his head in derived pleasure as he smelled the desperation and need come off of you in waves. He nuzzled your nose against his with a gratified hum and said, “Tell me you're mine. You need to say it, sunshine, and then I’ll give you whatever you want.”

In one breath, you didn’t even hesitate, “I’m yours. Please, I let you in.”

Hearing the words explicitly spoken from your pouty lips, Lloyd growled out possessively while granting you another deep and wet kiss. As he pulled back, his teeth bit your bottom lip slowly and seductively as he finished the deal against your pursed lips, “You belong to me now.”

A binding force tingled from your feet and up all over your body once his words were spoken. It felt ethereal and other worldly, but it felt right. You didn’t even recognize what you’ve just done as you have suddenly found yourself on your back, Lloyd kissing you so softly, it felt so contrasting to his demonic nature.

“I’ve treated all of my soul thralls as I see fit in the past. Though you, little one, are by far the brightest soul that I’ve come across in a millenia. Right when I saw you kneeling right by my feet, those eyes looked up at me so delicately. There was longing in your gaze that I needed for myself. Seems like you knew that you needed me too, hm?”

You only could nod preciously against his soft lips as you pursued another kiss from him. Your tongue sought his as you battled for his attentive mouth, and before you knew it, just as you predicted and wanted, he was laying you on top of the chalk-drawn circle.

Not even registering the cold harsh wood against your back, you felt so enveloped by his aura. Something internally shifted as you felt that warmth that radiated from your physical body internalize and bloom into something so wholesome, almost as if you felt that hole in your heart repair into a strong, full organ that wanted for nothing.

You felt complete.

A gasp escaped you as you broke away from the impassioned kiss. The warmth in your chest seemed to materialize all over your body, inside of you and out. A keening moan left your mouth as you felt the heat start to rush down to your core between your legs. Another gush of wet just seeped out of you and Lloyd growled as if he could feel it escaping too.

You questioned him breathlessly against his impatient lips, “What’s happening?”

Another whimper left your throat as you felt this deep desire from before just amplify into something that felt not of this earth. It felt transcendent, ancient, and light. It felt like a high that tuned up the feeling of pleasure and ecstasy so that any brush of Lloyd’s skin on yours, the smell of him, the ridges of his muscular body, turned you on so delightfully.

Lloyd teasingly brushed his lips against the exposed length of your neck and you could feel his smirk almost seep into your skin with the following words.

“Our souls just became one, sunshine.”

A brief moment of panic escaped that cloud of bliss that overcame your conscious body and mind. Sensing your panic, Lloyd cooed at you once more to provide a comfort that you didn’t know that you needed in that moment. A reassurance of sorts against the thought that this feeling between you in this moment was fleeting and temporary.

“Don’t worry, little one. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. Forever.” His lips whispered against yours intimately before he licked into your yearning mouth, capturing your tongue in another heated dance.

His words lit a fire deep inside of you and you felt your pussy clench on nothing but his promise. You gasped and tilted your head back in pleasure as Lloyd proceeded to press heated kisses down your throat and towards your breasts.

“Forever?” You gasped out as your lungs tried desperately to breathe in more air. The conscious part of you incredulously realized that all of this made no sense to you. How was he able to read your body so well? Your thoughts? How is he able to impact you like this? Give you the greatest pleasure and burning desire that you’ve ever felt in your entire life?

Taking a pert nipple into his mouth, his tongue brushed over the tip teasingly while you pressed his head closer to your chest at the sensation.

“A soul contract is an everlasting bond between your soul and mine. You have something valuable that I need, and so did you. I just needed you to submit to me, give yourself completely to me in order to make the trade.” He spoke in between placing wet kisses on your sternum to switch his attention to your other breast. Blowing cold air on your nipple, Lloyd smirked and darkly chucked as he witnessed you tremble in delight. You sobbed at feeling the cold air brush against your warm skin, a temporary aid in relief for more.

“But, you didn’t even know what I wanted.” You attempted to recall the reasons as to why and when you summoned him. Although, you were unsuccessful as that part of you was dimming as time went by, especially the more that you felt Lloyd descend closer towards your heated core.

Lloyd chuckled against the smooth flesh of your soft tummy and to your detriment, kissed his way back up towards your lips. After taking you apart with his fervent mouth once more, he gathered your clenched fists to hold them against the sodden wood in one strong grip.

Your wrists were now caught in his powerful hold and he leaned in close to capture your yearning gaze. His eye contact was so intense as he stared back, even though he already had your soul, it was almost like he was trying to peer inside.

“You didn’t really want to save that piece of trash hunter, did you?” He kissed your cheek innocently as you felt a shock wave up towards your newly-filled heart.

“How did you…? But I didn’t say anything about him…” Your shock was on full display as he continued to press small kisses over the frozen expression of your face.

“He abandoned you. Mistreated you. He left you for another woman, and you still wanted to go and save him?” He whispered darkly against the swell of your ear before pressing delicate kisses to your earlobe. Nipping lightly, he continued to murmur ominously, “He isn’t worthy of your loyalty, little one. So, I decided to take it instead.”

A tear fell down your cheek at the feelings of loss and sadness, memories of your old life flashing behind your bewitched eyes. Lloyd quickly licked up the fallen tear with a growl, “He didn’t deserve you, sunshine. You and I both know that even though you came here for him, you really came here for yourself. You wanted to give yourself to something that could actually hold you. Tame you.”

Your deepest thoughts of yourself being verbalized by Lloyd in such an unconcerned manner brought more flashes to recent memories, it played like a movie in your mind’s eye. Moments where you felt that abandonment by your ex, hearing his resolute voice on the phone as he mentioned the deal with a demon for the ‘love of his life’, a woman who wasn’t you.

Pressing kisses to the corner of your eye that was now freely leaking fresh tears, Lloyd made sure to nuzzle you in comfort, “But you weren’t meant for that life. A life that only involved the killing of creatures, demons– living a hunter’s life wasn’t what you were destined for, little one.”

Your teary gaze met his confident blue eyes as he leaned over you once more, “Don’t you see, sunshine? You were made and meant for me. And for me alone.”

With that, Lloyd pressed his curled lips against you harshly and any traces of sadness or loneliness left your soul. A feeling of wanting to be possessed completely by him replaced the aloneness that came over you from before. It was like he was the only cure.

Eagerly and recklessly losing yourself in the enriching feeling, you were almost inhaling his kiss as you pressed your naked body up into his. Feeling his erection against your inner thigh, you writhed against him to finally make him take you.

"You love it like this, don't you? The fact that I own you and now, I’m going to ruin you, little one." Lloyd groaned against your warm and willing skin. Shifting just so, you gasped as his hard cock brushed against your weeping pussy.

“Answer me, my little thrall.” Lloyd allowed you to grind against his cock but just barely against your slit. Fucking into your wet and slippery thighs, you whimpered and tried to rock your hips closer to him to push him inside you.

“Yes! I love it! I need you to take me, please! I don’t want to be alone anymore, please.” You begged the demon as the tears returned, feeling this want and power surge through you as your soul and body fully submitted to him. It was so overwhelming. All you knew was that his possession helped smother the darkest depths of yourself from coming out. He welcomed you into himself and you gladly gave it to him.

Lloyd groaned quietly and deeply inhaled the darkest of truths that were emoting from your pheromones within the crook of your neck while he whispered seductively, “Ah, there it is. Thank you, sunshine. Shush now, my good girl.”

He raised his head to look into your weepy eyes once more, “You’re never going to be alone again.” A soft smile graced the strong features of his face and a warmth full of genuine love blossomed inside of you at the sight. Around your repaired heart sat Lloyd’s genuine smile, such a stark contrast to darkness that you would’ve ever expected to receive from the incubus.

The warmth only expanded as Lloyd pushed his cock inside of you with one smooth thrust, your wetness facilitating the most pleasurable union. Instantly, your eyes rolled back in complete bliss as you were so worked up, it was the feeling of his girthy cock just sliding inside of you that made you come undone. You cried out in pure ecstasy and a ringing sound numbed around your ears where you could barely hear Lloyd’s wicked chuckle as he praised you for surrendering yourself to him.

He didn’t stop thrusting inside of you, not even when you clenched around him so tightly that he gritted his teeth at the sensation. His cock was stretching you out and hitting spots deep inside of you that no lover ever could– the gratification of finally being joined together was just too much. His hands weren’t idle as they caressed your breasts and roughly groped your waist, down towards your plush ass where he slapped the reddening flesh.

He slapped your ass again and tilted his hips so that you could feel him go even deeper. You released a squeak at the novel feeling and Lloyd took that as his opportunity to slow his pace, but not lessening the controlling grip that he had around your waist. You marveled and whimpered at the thought of seeing his marks on your body later as you tore you apart.

Going deep and slow, his thrusts became harder and your body jolted with every thrust he gave you as you were inundated with how good his cock felt, finally reaching the spot inside of you that made your mind go blank. It activated that switch where your body just went limp and you felt even more vulnerable to the demon’s ravaging. You didn’t even care to feel embarrassed by your loud moans and whimpers, nor the drool that was escaping you. Your eyes simply rolled shut as you lost yourself in the consistent press against your g-spot.

“Aw, look at that, sunshine. I think I broke your pretty brain, made you all dumb for me.” Lloyd had a smug smirk on his face, accentuating his intimidating presence even more.

You could only release quiet ‘ngh’s as if in a trance as he continued to fuck you hard and deep. The knot in your stomach started building again as tears of heartfelt satisfaction and adoration filled you once more. You couldn’t describe it, but it was like Lloyd was fucking you with purpose and intent to show you that you were truly made for him. Almost as if he already knew all of your kinks and was exploiting them for proof– evidence that he will always be what you need.

“Thaaat’s it, just a little more," he groaned out and readjusted his grip so that he could tilt your hips just right until your eyes opened in startled ecstasy, a cry leaving your lips as his cock went even deeper. “There you go, my little thrall. Look at how good you're taking me." He gestured to the slight bulge protruding from your lower stomach. The sight of his cock being that deep inside of you was what had you shatter around him for the second time.

You released a guttural moan as you let go, barely coming down from your orgasm when Lloyd decided to rub your swollen, drenched clit with the rough of his thumb. Your back arched and your legs thrashed until Lloyd held down your body and fucked you faster with his thumb still placing frantic pulses on your bundle of nerves.

At your limit, your face contorted into an expression that can only depict unrestrained and unexpected bliss as you screamed out your orgasm, squirting all over Lloyd’s wide cock.

The feeling of your sopping cunt gripping his cock made Lloyd release a dark, guttural and infernal roar as he came inside of your still pulsing channel. He gave you three more half-hearted thrusts as his spend leaked around his cock, inadvertently pushing his cum deeper inside of you.

Lloyd caressed your trembling thighs soothingly as he also attempted to catch his breath. He couldn’t help the last resounding smack against your supple flesh as he noticed your fucked out expression. Eyes wilted with pleasured exhaustion, your body shaking as exhilaration died down.

“You're so beautiful like this, sunshine." He moaned adoringly as he pulled his half-hard cock out of your still quivering pussy. You moaned at the loss of him and could feel your shared cum dripping out of you.

“Mmmm, a sight that will never tire me, I’m sure.” Lloyd groaned out deeply with his smirk still upon his pink lips. He leaned over you for a moment to continue taking in your post-coital glow. He pressed a hand to your chest covering your heart and shuddered at the warming feeling it brought him under his palm.

What you would find out later is that every sensation that you felt, he felt. Your thoughts were now his thoughts too. Your desires were his. While you were exhausted from your soul celebrations, the enmeshment gave Lloyd an invigorated rush of power. He only took pieces of you with every orgasm he gave you. Your heightened arousal would become his, and so on, everytime that he would take you.

The way that his own empty hearted chest filled with a lightness and charge that he’d never felt before since his existence. He knew that he would, indeed, keep you forever.

Lloyd genuinely smiled in satisfaction as he felt power rushing through his veins. Nuzzling your flushed cheek with affection, he murmured, “Now, little one, let’s go home, shall we?”

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crow-raven-crow · 2 years ago

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Hey it's me again 👋 the one who asked for Donna Beneviento.

I know she's a shy babe and mostly in the fics I see her like sub?But I can't get enough to see her other side.We want it! We need it!

Can you do something like reader's been teasing her extremely (clothes,talks, actions,etc..) knowing she will only turn red but r seem to pushes her a little too far and ended up facing dominant Donna? Like punish sex and maybe aftercare.

Thanks for reading

-BB 🤍

𝐁𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥..

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You pulled the key from the door as you stepped inside, a soft creak emitting from the hinges as the heavy door swung open, revealing the foyer. You guided your hand out slowly, gesturing the doll maker inside as you held the door open for her. Your shared laughter echoed through the halls, absorbing themselves within your shared home.

The golden glow emanating from the candles that hung on the chandelier casted an enchanting light within the home, bringing out the deep mahogany of the polished wood that made up most of the home. The age of the home brought a comfort out within it, the wood absorbing the flickering flames and creating a warmth that served as a refuge from the snow that sat beyond the walls.

Once the door shut behind you, your gaze met Lady Beneviento's, the spark found swirling within them making a smile creep onto your lips. Her veil was already discarded to the side and her hands were held out in front of her expectantly. You stood for a moment, blinking in confusion as you took in the sight of her before you. Her soft laugh broke the silence before she stepped behind you and smoother her hands up your sides and to your shoulders, filling your body with a newfound heat. "Your coat, amore mio.."

Her fingers worked themselves underneath the layer of fabric, gently pulling the coat from your shoulders and handing it on the rack behind her. You grabbed one of her hands as she turned around, pulling her slowly over to you before meeting her lips in a sweet kiss. You felt her relax under your touch, the dinner you both had just been at fading away from her mind as she relished in the safety that you brought to her.

Pulling her from her trance, you guided her into the living room. As you backed away, you watched how she took in each of your movements - the sway of your hips, the effortless grace of your arms, the never ending smile that sat upon your face. To her, each aspect was a manifestation of beauty, causing her heart to swell with admiration for you.

Shifting the pin of the record player made a small gasp leave her lips, the familiar sound of her favorite song starting to play filling the manor. The notes shifted through the air as you came back to her, the satisfaction in her figure mirroring the joy found within her eyes.

"I figured it would be nice to end off a nice dinner with a dance, if you'll have me?" Your hands traced a gentle path up her dress, massaging her shoulders before wrapping your arms around her, successfully pulling her in and starting off the small sways.

"Such a doll for me, hmm?"

"I try."

Soft laughter bubbled from your chests, the love found within you two creating a lightness in the room. Her arms circled around your waist, drawing you closer. Her fingers scaled a tantalizing path down your body, completely away for the garments you showed her beneath the thin fabric only house earlier. The room, though charged with affection, carried the increasing weight of desire as the two of you continued to dance.

You had called her into the bathroom, the black dress you wanted to wear hanging just behind you as you finished off your makeup. As you put away the various products, you rose from the vanity seat, a mischievous smile playing on your lips as you heard the click of her heels get closer and closer. It added a sense of anticipation to the air, each step echoing a promise of a tease for her, a promise of the sweet surprise you had for her.

"You called, am-" Her steps came to an abrupt halt, seemingly frozen in the doorway as her eyes raked in your exposed figure. The choice of dark green lace was a deliberate one, allowing one of her favorite colors to swirl around your skin. The lace, starting from secure straps, gradually faded out, growing thinner yet framing your breasts and hips perfectly. Your paired it with matching garters, deciding that stockings would add a nice touch given the dress's slit, which teasingly exposed your legs. You saw the desire starting to burn behind her eyes, and you knew you had gone with the right choice.

"Cat got your tongue, my lady?" Your tone was laced in a tease, being sure to add a sway to your hips as you slowly made your way over to her. Your hands found their place on her hips, your eyes drinking in the slight of her as she was already ready for the dinner ahead of you. Tracing a hand up her figure, you made a slow path between her breasts, along one of her collarbones, and delicately along the column of her throat, easily pulling a shiver from her. You rested a finger underneath her chin, tilting her head slight to meet your gaze. "Or am I just as much of a distraction as I planned to be?"

"Wh-Whats-" She cleared her throat, focusing all the energy within her to not break your gaze, "What's the occasion, doll?"

"Oh, nothing.." You brought your lips to her ear, whispering before littering kisses down her neck. "Just wanted you to know exactly what was underneath my dress while we sit for hours at dinner.."

You quickly pulled away, bringing any and all traces of yourself against her with you, before grabbing your dress and presenting it to her. "Could you help me put it on?"

She took it from your fingers while giving you a nod, undoing the zipper along the back as you turned around. She pulled it over your head, being sure that your arms could easily go through the thick straps of the dress before pulling the rest of it down your body. Her fingers lingered against your hips underneath the fabric, the cool touch against your skin making a small shiver shoot through you. You felt as she took hold of the zipper, slowly pulling it up and covering the skin that only she was allowed sight of, before resting her hands back against your hips.

"Thank you, my love.. Are you ready to leave?" You turned around in her hold, a smile coming to your lips before you kissed her own.

Small chatter turned into a comfortable silence, though there was still an undercurrent of excitement coursing between you two. She lifted her arm up above you, your hand in hers, and prompted you to spin. You did, or attempted to do so, but your heel got caught on a bump in the carpet beneath you. Within the moment, the misstep led to a tumble, and you found yourselves on the floor, laughter filling the room as a blush rose to both of your faces.

You landed on top of her, her arms wrapped securely around you to prevent you from getting hurt. After the laughing had died down, you pulled yourself up a bit, kissing up her neck before planting a soft one against her lips. The blush against her cheeks deepened at your actions, a wave of heat running through both of your bodies as the desire in the room only grew.

You watched as her eyes moved against your form, moving from your dark painted lips, to your dress straps falling off your shoulders, to the sight of your breasts pushing beyond the fabric of your dress - the fall pulling your dress down and uncovering more of your skin. You brought your lips down to her ear, the warmth of your breath traveling against her skin as you spoke, "Like what you see, my lady?"

Maybe it was the suggestive tone of your voice, the pull of your dress, the teasing actions that had been building for hours, but it all caused something within her to snap. The grip she had on your hips tightened as you finished your sentence, causing your breath to hitch, but it didn't prepare you for the other side of the doll maker that you were about to face.

Within an instant, your back was against the floor, hands pinned above you by your wrists as one of her knees settled between your legs. You looked up at her in shock, though it easily morphed into an expression of desire as her lips trailed up your neck, leaving lingering kisses and mirroring the action you had done just moments before. The heat of her breath coursed around your neck while her other hand traveled along your body, pulling fabric out of the way, squeezing and scratching your skin in the claim to be hers.

"You're right.. I do love what I see.." Her voice was low, thick with the lust and desire that had been swirling within her for hours. It didn't falter, didn't stutter as she spoke, a newfound dominance running through her veins and driving her actions. It made a delicious heat begin to pool between your legs. "I think it's just about time you've been taught a lesson.. Isn't that right, doll?"

Your breath hitched, her words making your thighs shut in an attempt to gain some sort of friction, only to make you let out a loud whimper when her knee prevented such. You watched as she pulled away, her lips turning into a smirk as she watch you wreath beneath her. She brought her lips to yours but didn't indulge you in a kiss just yet. They ghosted above yours, mere centimeters apart as she spoke against your lips, "I could get used to a view like this.."

You could only image what you looked like beneath her - shocked, flushed, filled with desire, desperate.. Desperate for her, her touch, her lips, her tongue.. A part of you loved that she enjoyed it, causing a raging flame to ignite inside of you.

You tried pushing yourself up to meet her lips, only for her to pull away at the last second. Amusement filled her features, a wonderful darkness filtering over her eyes that made your core throb. She slowly made her way back to your lips, resting just above them. The close proximity always seemed to make your heart race, the organ hammering in your chest hard enough that you were sure she could feel it against her own. Her perfume made you dizzy with lust, only adding to your arousal as she took over all of your senses. Your voice was breathy, lost in your throat, just above a whisper as you spoke, as you begged for her. "Please, Donna… please-"

She crashed her lips into yours, finally giving you the beginnings of what your craved, stealing all the breath from your lungs and devouring the moans and whimpers that escaped your throat. You felt her tongue brush against your bottom lip only for her to take your bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it as she backed away slightly.

The look of pure desire she was throwing at you only mirrored your own - dark eyes fluttered against each others features behind half lidded eyes, cheeks and chests flushed a pink hue, chests heaving to catch breaths that were willingly stolen away..

Her lips met yours again, but only for a few moments. They trailed down your jawline, plump lips meeting your neck and leaving deep marks against it. You threw your head back as a moan tore through your throat, your back arching as you felt her fingers rubbing against your clit above the fabric of your undergarments.

She continued to kiss down your body, her hands letting go of your wrists and allowing your hands to immediately meet her shoulders. A growl left her throat as she met the fabric of your dress, annoyed with the barrier between her and the rest of the body. She moved quickly, picking you up and bringing you up the stairs to your shared bedroom as one of her hands worked on the zipper of your dress.

The door slammed shut behind her, your body quickly landing on the bed as she pulled the dress off of you. You backed up until your hands met the pillows behind you, watching as the goddess pulled her own dress of her body.

Her pale skin was illuminated by the moon, her body shining in beauty before you. She took her place back above you, hands running along the edges of your lace bra before her lips met your collar bones again.

You were getting drunk on her as she hands smoothed over any and all of your skin. She teeth nipped at your skin, tongue soothing over the marks after pulling away. One of her hands made their way to your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere within the room.

Her tongue traced over your right bud, making your back arch, only for her to take it in her mouth moments later. Her other hand toyed with the other, smoothing over the bug until both were in stiff peaks. She littered marks across your chest, making sure to give the other bud the same amount of attention before moving kissing down your stomach.

You felt her hand back at your core, her touch light enough against the fabric that it was purely a tease. You bucked your hips slightly, only for her to bite your thigh in response, trailing her tongue over it right after. She did this again and again until she thought you were going to behave, her lips planting a kiss against your mound before she slowly started pulling the fabric down your legs.

She worked at an agonizingly slow pace, lips kissing down one leg and up the other before you felt her tongue lick through your folds. The action made you take in a sharp breath, only for it to get lost in the moan that tore through you. She worked her tongue in and out of you, collecting your juices and moaning at the taste, the vibrations shooting through your body and making a familiar knot form in your lower abdomen.

Your fingers dug into the sheets beneath you as she took hold of your thighs, locking your hips in place as her tongue licked up your slit, only to start circling your clit immediately after. You felt one of her hands shift along your leg, the touch moving underneath your thigh before nimble fingers circled your entrance.

They dipped into your core, the stretch quickly turning into a dangerous pleasure as they pumped in and out of you. They curled in a way that made you see stars, brushing against the spongey spot within you and making moans spill from your lips with ease. Your body burned for her touch, your walls clenching around her fingers and making her groan at the feeling of you.

Her fingers picked up speed, her lips wrapping themselves around your sensitive bud and sucking at the same time. You felt your thighs begin to shake with your impending orgasm, the coil within you tightening a dangerous amount only for you to be left on a high.

She stilled her actions, kissing down your thighs while she looked up at you. Your breathing was heavy, your breasts rising and falling with each intake as you tried to ground yourself from a peak that was taken from you. Just as you were about to speak, her tongue circled your clit again, her fingers moving at a brutal pace as she aimed to give you what you oh so craved..

With every thrust of her fingers you were pushed harder and harder against towards the edge. You felt your mind grow hazy with desire, the amount of lust coursing through you making you putty in ecstasy's hold.

Your knuckled turned white at your hard grip on the sheets, your throat growing sore as she pulled loud moans and whimpers from your chest, her pace never slowing.

Your thighs shook on either side of her head, your climax slamming into you and making you moan out her name. Your body shuddered with the wave of pleasure that consumed you as she helped you rise out for first orgasm of the night.

She gently pulled her fingers from your core, your half lidded eyes watching her taker her fingers into her mouth and lick them clean. Her lips trailed up your body, the gentle touch of her lips making your heart soar before she met your own.

When she pulled away, her eyes met your own, desire still prominent within them. "Don't think for a second that I am done with you tonight, amore mio.."

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𝐚/𝐧: OKAYYY?? OKAAYYYY AHHAHAH this served as a reawakening of my RE8 brainrot and i dont know what to do this was so fun holy fuck but also holy fuck? 😏

first donna fic done teehee. i might write for her more because she is such a beautiful character, but like all the lords of RE8 i wish they did so much more with them. there is so much backstory and lore missing and i just NEED a whole game or something released just for them. you cant make these characters interesting as hell and only give us crumbs when it comes to their lore

i loved playing around with this side of donna. she is so quiet and shy within the game that it's always interesting for me to see how she can be portrayed

i hope you all liked it! I'm sorry it took me a hot minute to get here, lovely anon;; but i really enjoyed writing this one

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pinkslipxox · 5 months ago

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can u write a valentine’s day smut with mikooo 😫🙏

hola mami!! Yesss ofc! Hope you like it, bb 🥹💕

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“Mami?” you call out as you step into the apartment, longing for the comforting touch of your girlfriend’s embrace after a tiring day at work.

The sun is beginning to set, casting golden hues across the Puerto Rican skyline, and your cozy living is filled with a warm glow. There is a lingering scent of sweet, flavored smoke intermingled with vanilla in the air, and the familiarity of it makes you feel even more anxious to have your girlfriend’s tattooed arms around you. As you put your shoes by the entrance, you call out for your girlfriend a second time, but you are met with silence again.

Curiosity makes you venture through the hallway, peeking your head into the small at-home studio to see if she’s there, but she is not. You check the bathroom as well as the guest bedroom but she is nowhere to be found. Just when you are about to call for her a third time, you hear the faint sound of soft music playing from your shared bedroom. There, laid on her side on the bed, is Miko in all her glory with a smirk plastered on her face.

There are scattered rose petals across the bed and floor, creating an intimate sanctuary, and candles that illuminate the room with a warm, soft glow. You are speechless as you can’t help but take in the sight of her gentle curves of her waist and hips, the way her dark brown hair cascades over her shoulders, and the mischievous glint in her baby blue eyes that speak of the plans she has in store for the two of you. Miko’s eyes never leave yours as she gracefully makes her way towards you, her steps slow and deliberate, and stops just inches away from your face. Her fingers racing lightly over your hips, her eyes silently searching yours for approval to continue, and at a nod of your head, Miko closes the small gap between your lips with hers.

The kiss is passionate, fierce and thrilling, her tongue massaging against yours, coaxing the softest moans and gasps from each other. Miko’s grip around your waist tightens, possessive and protective. Her other hand gently cradles your cheek, her thumb stroking the soft skin. When you pull back, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Ven conmigo, pequeña,” Miko murmurs, her voice a low, husky rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

She leads you to the bed by the hand, fingers intertwined with yours, and at your approval, Miko starts to undress you. Your heartbeat quickens as she plants kisses to your neck and along your collarbone, her teeth gently grazing the skin. With a swift motion, you are pinned against the soft bed, your girlfriend hovering over you with a smirk. She captures your lips against yours again, this time more urgently, her touches becoming more bolder.

“Miko…” you whimper as she begins to suck on your breast, her warm tongue swirling deliciously around your hardened nipple. Her other hand gropes your other breast, massaging it in slow, circular motions.

“Eres tan fucking hermosa, nena,” Miko praises, her lips traveling down to your stomach, and then to your waistline. You shudder in anticipation, the ache between your legs becoming almost unbearable. Miko takes her sweet time kissing your inner thighs, her tongue giving a quick swipe to the skin there with each kiss.

“M-Miko, please— Oh, my God!” you moan as Miko’s warm tongue glides along your folds, her nose pressed against your pelvic bone. You reach down and urge her further into your pussy, desperate, hungry for more.

You move your hips along to the rhythm, your moans and gasps echoing the bedroom. Miko firmly holds your hips in place, her tongue working expertly on your core, and you can hardly contain yourself. Your legs begin to shake and the blissful pressure in your tummy feels as if it’s about to burst.

“M-Miko! I’m gonna… ah!” you cry out, your body surrendering to the orgasm, surrendering to your girlfriend.

But Miko isn’t done yet.

“You can another,” she growls, her voice a deep rumble that vibrates through the air. Miko pauses, and then adds, her voice softer, “Si es que quieres continuar.”

Your heart melts at how considerate Miko is being, despite the passion you both have endured. You nod, and before you know it, Miko switches positions so that she is laid on the mattress and that you are on top. A knowing smirk graces your lips as you hook one of your legs around hers, the other dug into the mattress, your bodies meeting together and forming into one. A whimper escapes your lips as you begin to move your hips with Miko’s, the sudden friction of your clit rubbing with hers reigniting the fire inside you.

“Fuck! Miko, oh my God!” you half-whimper, half-moan, tossing your head back, gripping the headboard for support.

Miko grips your hips, her nails digging into your skin. “Carajo… así, mami…” she murmurs, her hips buckling, and she moans, a melodious sound that encourages you to go harder, faster.

Finally, as you both reached that breathtaking peak, you collapse on top of Miko, breathless and glowing. Miko pulls you closer to her, her lips pressing your forehead as she murmurs affectionate words and praises in Spanglish. It’s as if the two of you exist in a bubble, where nothing else matters but this intoxicating connection. And you realize that this is where you belong, in her arms, limbs tangled with hers, hearts beating as one in the midst of this Valentine’s Day evening.

#young miko #young miko x y/n #young miko x fem!reader #young miko blurb #young miko fic #young miko imagine #young miko x reader #young miko fanfiction #young miko x you #young miko smut #young miko fanfic #young miko x female!reader

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nahoney22 · 1 year ago

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Congrats!!!!! I’ve been loving your stories for so long and I’m so glad to be able to read your stories on this journey with the bad batch.

May I request the reader x bb member where the reader needs to use their safe word and the batcher’s reaction? I need some soft fluff in preparation for the series finale.

Lots of love! Thank you.

The Safe Word*** 🌊

The Bad Batch X Gender Neutral Reader

authors note: sorry for the wait! Hope this is okay - I went down the BDSM route as that is when safe words are typically used so I hope that’s okay with you? And I hope there’s plenty of fluff and comfort for you after as there is some angst. I hope you enjoyed the finale 🩵

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Uses of a safe word, explicit sexual content and language, brief mentions BDSM/bondage play such as shibari, knifeplay, spanking, dirty talk, degradation kink, light choking. There is angst but followed up comfort and aftercare, discussions of past negative relationships, established relationships with each of the batch.

NSFW under the cut:

Echo - Havoc

You and Echo had never considered using a safe word until recently when things started to spice up in the bedroom. But, settling on "havoc" felt right.

One night as Echo nestled beside you, his lips grazing your neck, kissing and sucking hour soft skin, his hand explores beneath your clothes as you found yourself bound to the headrest. It was a recent experiment for both of you. Yet, a sense of unease crept in as the loss of movement weighed on you, a feeling you hadn't quite anticipated.

The bounds were tight, restricting you of even wriggling your fingers and a surge of panic builds in you.

"Echo, havoc," you utter urgently, your voice tinged with uncertainty, making him withdraw instantly, concern flickering in his wide golden eyes.

"Is everything okay?" he asks softly, his gaze searching yours.

"It's my hands, I can't..." you falter, your heart racing as you gesture to your restrained wrists. Without hesitation, Echo releases you, peppering apologetic kisses on your wrists.

"Was it too much?" he inquires gently, his voice laced with worry, as you take a moment to steady your breathing, grateful for his understanding.

You catch your breath and nod, a little embarrassed by your reaction. "Sorry, I thought I was ready."

He smiles in understanding and tenderly kisses your forehead. "And that’s alright. We don’t need to do that again if you don’t want to. I want to respect your boundaries," he coos, his voice reassuring as he allows you to snuggle into his side, the warmth of his embrace easing away your worries.

You were so glad to be with someone as gentle and sweet as Echo.

Hunter - Marauder

It was you who initiated it first, drawn to the mesmerising way Hunter twirled his viroblade. And so you suggested the possibility of incorporating it into your alone time with him.

Seeing the excitement flicker in his eyes, you found yourself in his bunk that night, bared to the skin, watching as he manoeuvred the blade with practiced ease. As he pressed its edge against your thigh, the cold sensation sent shivers down your spine, your focus fixated on the blade rather than on him.

Your breath hitched, fixated on the blade's movements rather than on him. He hovered over you, the blade gliding up your waist until it grazed your cheek, the sensation causing an unexpected discomfort.

"Marauder," you say quickly, a safe word you and Hunter had for each other from day one almost, watching as he discards the blade in an instant, his eyes softening with concern.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks gently, his voice filled with genuine worry as he focuses solely on you.

You shake your head, silently apologizing to him. "Sorry, I just... I freaked out for a moment there."

He settles beside you, draping the blanket over you to preserve your dignity, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "I sensed there was something wrong, your heart wasn’t beating as it usually does," he says, his tone filled with a hint of self-reproach for not noticing it sooner. "Let’s watch a holomovie instead, yeah?" he suggests, wanting to shift your focus to put you at ease.

Grateful for his understanding, you intertwine your fingers with his as he sets up a device for the two of you to watch something. Maybe you'll revisit knifeplay someday, but for now, you're content to enjoy a quiet moment together.

Wrecker - Meiloorun

Typically a gentle giant, Wrecker was particularly attentive in the bedroom. But tonight, something changed.

With your face buried in the pillow and fingers gripping the sheets, you felt a sharp sting as Wrecker delivered a firm spank to your arse. "You've been naughty, haven't ya?" he teased, his dirty talk adding to the arousal.

While playful spanking was nothing new between you two, Wrecker seemed to get carried away, delivering a harder blow than usual. As his hand made contact again, you couldn't help but sob out, uttering "Meiloorun," the safe word to halt his actions.

It took a moment for Wrecker to register your plea, muffled by the pillow but he quickly shifted you onto your back and holds you close. "Kriff, I'm so sorry. Was I too hard?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Though your eyes stung with tears, they didn't reflect the distress evident in Wrecker's. "Just a little rougher than usual, sweetie," you said softly, cupping his cheek. "I’m fine."

"I hurt ya," he sighed, taking your hand in his. "I've never hurt ya before."

"It just stung, Wrecker, that's all," you reassured him, allowing his arms to envelop you protectively. "And you stopped as soon as I said our safe word. I appreciate that."

Wrecker holds you for a little while, whispering soothing things in your ear as you did the same with him as you both feel grateful for another. You knew it was not intentional and you reminded Wrecker of this. Next time, he knows to be more careful.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Wrecker.”

Tech - Tibanna

When you first started dating Tech, you never imagined he had such intriguing desires—like the one he was demonstrating on his device: Shibari.

"I believe you will look divine constricted like this as I make you succumb to me," his words dripped with lust, his eyes intense behind his goggles, sending shivers down your spine.

And so, you let him. While you and Tech had explored various kinky activities, nothing quite like this had been on the agenda. With the others away for hours, he instructed you to strip bare and sit in the pilot's seat as he skillfully threaded the rope through his hands.

"Let us begin, shall we?" he said, starting with a simple kiss before expertly binding you to the chair with intricate patterns. But, as he worked, something shifted within you. The mood didn't feel right, overwhelming you completely. Though he looked at you like a delectable treat, you felt like a trapped creature, desperately searching for a way out.

So, you uttered the safe word.

"Tibanna.” You breathed shakily as Tech was about to secure your feet to the base of the chair. He paused, looking up at you.

"Do you wish to be free?"

"Yes," you managed to say with a swallowed nod. That was all it took for him to grab a tool and release your most restricted parts, allowing you to move freely once again.

You stand, legs trembling beneath you as you hastily reach for your robe, wrapping it around yourself to conceal the rope marks now etched into your skin. Tech's gaze follows your movements, his expression a mix of concern and uncertainty, unsure of how to respond to the sudden change in mood.

“Darling,” he begins tentatively, closing the distance between you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder as you turn away, your back to him, “are you alright?”

Your response is barely audible, a muttered apology escaping your lips as you avoid meeting his eyes, feeling the weight of disappointment settle in the air.

“Nothing has been spoiled. I still have you,” he reassures you as he wraps his arms around you, drawing you close. “I never want you to feel uncomfortable with our endeavours. Perhaps this can be something we revisit in the future when you're ready. But for now, how about we step outside and admire the stars? They're rather impressive tonight.”

His words wash over you, a soothing balm to your nerves, and you nod in agreement, grateful for his understanding. As you lean into his embrace, you feel a sense of relief flood through you, knowing that he prioritises your comfort above all else.

Crosshair - Tooka

Crosshair was always a man of mystery to you, yet his cloudy aura somehow making him irresistible. It took a while, but the two of you made it work and got together. He was sweet on you, not even shy to show how he felt in front of his brothers around you. But in the bedroom, that was a whole different story.

When you suggested having a ‘safe word,’ he questioned why ‘stop’ and ‘no’ weren’t good enough, but he let you pick a word anyway, even if it was ‘tooka.’ He just never expected you to use it.

His hand tightened around your throat, eyes ablaze with lust as he pressed his body against yours in a rhythmic pattern, sending shivers down your spine. “Such a good slut, aren’t you?” he grunted, his fingers gently squeezing your windpipe as he moved against you.

Dirty talk was normal while choking and degradation was a silent kink of yours, but in the heat of things there was a word he used that made you gasp, a sudden wave of panic washing over you as you felt vulnerable.

“Tooka. Tooka. Tooka,” you repeated quickly, gasping for a breath you didn’t know had been taken from you as he released you completely, his eyes furrowing in concern as you almost backed away from him.

He was silent for a moment, watching you, trying to process what he could have done wrong. Then, he remembered a conversation you had after a drink or two, where you opened up about certain past relationships.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he lay beside you, giving you a moment before taking your hand in his. “I… I didn’t mean what I said. I’d never hurt you.”

You blinked away your tears and smiled weakly at him. “I know, Cross,” you whispered back, “just… lay with me, hm? Let’s not talk about it.”

He debated if that was the right course of action, knowing you were vulnerable, but he said no more. He draped a blanket over the two of you and allowed you to nestle into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your back, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance as you both sought solace in each other's embrace. “I love you,”

You smile silently and meet his gaze. “I know.”

You had never felt so loved and cared for since being with him.

Masterlist

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#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #bad batch #tbb x reader #the bad batch headcanons #tbb #Hunter x reader #tech x reader #crosshair x reader #wrecker x reader #echo x reader #the bad batch

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kaifougere666 · 2 months ago

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Black Butler OC time! + Ciel cosplay at the end

Meet Echo Eagerwel and her Butler Raven Ash

This is edited from a screenshot

This was made in Picrew

This was her first design, drawn on my 2ds

And this was me trying to replicate the Bb style

Now the lore..

Echo Eagerwl a young noble girl aged of 13. Born In November of 1875.

She grew up in a big mansion with her parents and her older brother; Alexander. The mansion was full of joy, despite her parents being careless about her and Alexender. Despite that, her love for her brother was enough to keep her joyful. She treated everyone with kindness, just like Alexender told her to.

He was her whole world.

Her parents were often busy and away with work.

They worked in the underworld..

Echo was a joyful little girl, shy yet curious.

That all changed when her brother was taken away. He disappeared. For months nobody knew what had happened.

A few months after, Echo decided to take a walk in the small forest near her house alongside her dog. That's when she saw it. Alexander's rotten body, hanged like a puppet to a tree.

The body had been there for a few weeks. It was rotting. She puked, she cried. Nothing was the same after that. Her children mind was shattered. She was only 11 at the time.

She decides to make a pact to avenge her brother.

She pronounced the words to invocate her..

A Seith/Nephilim. A creature both Angel and demon at once. (Seith are a creature from my lore btw)

Like demons, Seiths have an interest in making pacts. But despite their similarities, the Seith don't eat the souls of humans. The Seith eat the heart and memory of their human.

Raven Ash is the name of the Seith, a woman who played the role of a Butler to serve Echo.

It took a two years for Echo to get her revenge.

The details of said revenge goes like this: a cult kidnapped Alexender as a sacrifice for an angel. Said angel used Alexender as a puppet. When he became useless, he got killed and hanged like the puppet he was.

Raven eliminated the ones who put despair upon Echo. The angel, the people who brainwashed her brother. Dead.

Echo never liked violence. But she had a hate so vile from her brother's murder that she had no other choice. She had to make her brother's memory clean from the humiliation put upon him.

Raven ate the heart and the memory of Echo, leaving her forgotten, with an incomplete soul. She died in August of 1888.

Until then, she became a ghost. She stayed in her mansion.

Her parents stopped checking on her when Raven came in as a Butler, and propably didn't knew she was dead.

She stayed in the mansion for two hundred years.

Using her soul energy for it not to crumble. She was alone, she was bored.

She tried to keep the mansion in place. Often cleaning and organising. But time being what it does best, the house was beginning to destroy itself slowly.

The entrance was full of humidity, therefore the wooden floor was breaking.

But it still stayed in mostly good shape. Especially the living room and kitchen. Although the second floor was fragilised.

The furniture stayed there too.

Including the books.

When bored, Echo read the books in the library. There was a lot of them, but after 200 years, it was starting to get boring and repetitive.

She played in her room with her toys, and her dolls to pass time aswell.

But what she mostly did was to stay in the family portrait. Not materialising. She didn't have to keep always conscious after all.

In the 21st century, a few people came to visit the abandoned mansion.

She tried to warn each of them how she could, trying to make them leave: the mansion was fragile and therefore too dangerous for explorers.

Here is my Ciel Cosplay! It's closet Cosplay btw

#artists on tumblr #traditional art #oc #picrew #black butler #kuroshitsuji #black butler oc #cosplay #ciel phantomhive #echo eagerwell

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thisblogisaboutabook · 1 year ago

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Headcanon

~Introducing Azriel to a modern world~

~Part 2~

You are a world walker and bring Azriel to your modern fae world. Shenanigans occur.

Part 1

Warnings: Sexual content

Video Games

- It took Azriel a minute to adjust to the concept of playing against other people on a screen. He was very suspicious that they could spy on the two of you for the first month.

- I mean hackers are a thing but like, that’s too complicated to explain. We’ve got an encrypted network babe. It’s fine.

- You came home from drinks with your girlfriends one night to find that Azriel was more silent than usual. Finally he blurted out, “What’s a noob?”

- Oh, um, it means you’re really novice doing a great job.

- It’s not like you want to lie to him, and you wouldn’t about anything major but… he’d stay up all night determined to kick the 15 year old that called him that’s ass.

- Listen, you truly are a lenient lover. But sometimes you have to get creative to get him to put the controller down and come to bed.

- Walking naked through the living room usually does the trick

Showers

- So obviously baths are great. You two love baths together but…

- Showers are amazing.

- Bad day? He sits on the floor of the shower for 45 minutes while the steaming water rolls off his wings and back.

- Good day? He’s blasting his fav club rat tunes as he lathers, rinses, AND repeats.

- You teased him with a sneak peak of what you in fact were NOT wearing under your dress before heading out for girls night?

- Cold shower. Frigid shower. ASAP.

- Quietly sneaking into the washroom after girls night to wash away the potent scent of mirthroot and tequila?

- No BB- he’s a spymaster. He heard you before you even stepped foot back into the apartment.

- He loves the symphony of your moans and skin slapping skin echoing through the bathroom

- That little tease before you left cost you. He’s not going to take it easy on you.

- You never learn and will absolutely do it again.

Escape Rooms

- You’re convinced he’s the only person keeping Escape Rooms in business at this point.

-Seriously. Does anyone go to them anymore?

- Honestly, it’s endearing and you will go with him any time he asks.

-You’ll do anything with him though. Yeah, he’s your lover but he’s your best friend too.

- Escape Rooms are like little training exercises for his shadows.

- He definitely rolled his eyes the first time you said that

- You two might have gotten kicked out once after his shadows covered the cameras and he took you on a desk.

#sarah j maas #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel #azriel headcanons #acotar headcanon #modern Azriel #shadowsinger #azriel x reader headcanons #Azriel x reader #Azriel Shadowsinger #a court of silver flames #a court of frost and starlight #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin

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scoobydoodean · 10 months ago

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so the mind wipe was a bad move in context, i think most people will agree with that (i agree with you that it was the worst thing dean did). but beyond that, it barely even makes sense logistically unless you extrapolate that cas removed every piece of evidence of dean from their lives, phones, house, and friends’/neighbors’ memories… so how do you think they should’ve handled lisa and ben’s exit?

Setting aside how unfeasible it seems to truly erase Dean from their lives, it also just doesn't make sense to me because I don't understand how or why that would ever stop people from using them to hurt Dean. Like I guess they make it in the show as if it did in fact work (and it's better than the alternative the show likely would have come up with of killing them off) but why on earth would someone like Crowley for example not use Lisa and Ben still to hurt Dean just because they don't remember him??? They don't have to remember him for them to be used against him??

Like from Dean's perspective though, I think it was was about erasing the "poison". Like he felt he was this monster whose presence had ruined their lives irreparably, and by erasing himself from their lives as if he never existed, he could erase the "ruinous" impact he had on them. I think one of the biggest catalysts for this is ultimately having to put a gun in Ben's hand. When Ben expressed interest in Dean's gun collection in 6.02, Dean swore that Ben would never shoot a gun. Dean appears to have a lot of trauma tied up in his childhood experience with firearms. Lots of American kids grow up shooting, but for sport at targets and usually starting with BB guns. Dean was taken shooting (presumably real guns) for the first time when he was "six or seven" years old (2.06) and when he was taken to do that, he knew he was being trained to become a killer—to hunt monsters and to defend his brother—and John was proud. Dean repeats the story to Jo fondly (because what Jo wanted was a fond story—and Dean really struggles to deliver one because of what he's going through at the time), but there's something melancholic too, and this moment in 6.02 puts that in context, as does 3.10 where Dean expresses all the pent up hurt he feels at being treated as a solider and a weapon by his father, as does 1.18 where Dean is no older than 10 and left alone with Sam for days with a shotgun to defend them both. There's fear that has to be buried there and experiences with violence or the threat of it that Dean simply wasn't psychologically equipped to deal with. Most(arguably all) adults aren't equipped to handle that kind of stress and he was a child. So having to put a gun in Ben's hand so he could aid in defending his own mother was the greatest betrayal toward Ben's right to be a child that Dean could imagine and he HAD to erase it because he couldn't deal with the idea of Ben holding onto even a tenth of the childhood trauma that Dean has.

At the same time, Dean is so caught up in self-hatred and the idea of himself as a ruinous force that he loses track of boundaries and that it isn't his right to decide. And one of the repeated things echoed by Lisa and Ben that Dean never really allows himself to absorb is that they truly loved him and they didn't want to trade the experience of loving him despite the hardships. Lisa was very clear about this in 6.01 and 6.02, and so was Ben in 6.14 (though I don't think he understands all the dynamics in play no matter how much he insists he did).

I don't have a real opinion on anything that should have been done instead. It isn't something I would change just because I don't think Dean made a morally right choice but it is true that it doesn’t make much logical sense. From a practical safety perspective, I think it would have made more sense and been pretty interesting if Dean erased his own memories of them. This would still be in theme with Sam's wall and Cas's secrets and Bobby and Sam hiding Sam being alive and how we hide things to protect ourselves or others (and isn't all the talk from Cas and Death about protecting Sam from his own traumatic memories also probably an influence on Dean's decision to erase himself from Lisa and Ben's reality?). But I think ultimately, Dean wouldn't erase his memory because he would see carrying that experience with him as a "lesson" with scars he needed to bear so he'd never let that desire for a home cloud his judgement ever again and ruin someone's "normal" life.

#mail #deanlisa #ben #lisa #season 6 #6.02 #2.06 #6.01 #6.14 #the very touch of you corrupts #dean and guilt #dean with kids

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hug-them-trees · 4 months ago

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My incomplete thoughts on the DDBA premiere (and spoilers so do not read if you haven’t seen it)

First, the obvious CGI of the bullseye fight scene made me feel a little icky and I felt like it took away from the gravity of the situation almost? Like I know Matt swings around and shit in the comics but it doesn’t feel *real* the way the Daredevil I know and love does. I hope they go back to a bit more of the practical effects over CGI in the future or at least make the CGI feel more real lmao.

Second, Foggy’s death felt soooo sudden. Also not real. I think I was just in shock the entire time, no tears or nothing which is not very typical of me. The score is usually what sells these kinds of scenes and I didn’t feel that here. I don’t know if this was intentional or not, and I’ve seen several people here pointing out that Foggy faked his death in the comics, which I’m hoping is the case here because if it’s not they’re kind of doing him dirty.

Third, Fisk felt a lot less Fisky? Like it seems like he’s a different person almost even though Vincent is still playing him. Some of his mannerisms are the same but a lot feels like it’s changed and I feel like that HAS to be intentional, I just don’t know where it’s going just yet.

Fourth, it absolutely makes sense to me that Matt stopped being daredevil after foggy dies. Foggy has never liked Matt’s so called other life, so part of it is to honor him in that sense. But Matt also definitely feels at fault for foggy getting killed, because if he hadn’t gone chasing after bullseye blindly he would have been there with foggy when bullseye showed up. So yeah, combo of those two things means in his grief Matt is absolutely going to hang up the mantle, and every time he thinks about doing it again another wave of grief washes over him and stops him.

Fifth, they never explain how Fisk got out of prison. Idk if this is coming later or what, but in Hawkeye and echo he just shows up and here all that’s mentioned is the fact that Maya shot him and that he remembers the deal from s3. That deal also involved Fisk staying in prison for the rest of his life so someone has to explain what happened or I am Losing it.

Sixth, Karen looked gooood like goddamn those curtain bangs really suit her. Also her leaving to go to San Francisco makes sense in the context that Matt basically shut her out in the weeks after foggys death and she still hasn’t forgiven him for that. And if the tumblr girlies are right and foggy is faking his death then it also makes sense that she would know and is avoiding Matt bc of it.

Seventh, idk how to feel about the BB report interludes, like her as a character and the media with which she operates makes a lot of sense to me but the way they so suddenly put them in there feels a little weird but also it feels like it has to be leading up to something. Also that boy never gave BB her phone back did anyone else notice this???

Eighth, the END of episode 2 had to be my favorite part because we are so back babey. The sass with which mans says “I’m visually impaired id love to help” is so funny to me. I’m also so curious to see what happens when these cops see him in court again because the blind lawyer just beat their asses but can they say anything about it cuz then they’d have to admit they were trying to kill Nicky and Matt and also nobody would believe them lmao

I did like the second episode quite a lot more than the first, and I do think overall the show has potential and I will definitely be watching the rest of the episodes. I’m excited to see Muse (who may or may not be that one dude at the book signing? Anyone?) and also see Matt beat up more people hehe

#daredevil #daredevil born again #daredevil born again spoilers #matt murdock #ddba #ddba spoilers

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hedarose · 3 months ago

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Jackie x Natalie

And It Was All Yellow (PART ONE)(Hunger Games!AU)

Major TW: MCD will be involved in this story, I will also include a suicide content warning for anyone that is not interested in reading further. Nothing happens in part one, but there are talks/references.

Happy reading bbs 🤭 Ignore any mistakes, I tried to catch them all 🫣

“And this year’s female tribute for District 12 is... Jackie Taylor!” The overly dramatic and cheery voice of Misty Quigley is echoing back and forth in Natalie’s ears. She had been droning out the ceremony and ignoring the background noise until this very moment. All at once the noise of the crowds gasps and the pounding of Natalie's heart shook her awake. What the hell had she won the year prior for? What was even the point? Now she was meant to mentor the girl she loved into absolute certain death? What are the odds that the Mayors daughter, who has never in her life had to lift a finger to do anything other than play a piano, of winning a fight to the death against 23 other tributes. Natalie’s gonna be sick, the nausea fills her stomach and she can feel as the bile threatens to rise. The girl she loves takes a brave inhale and nods to herself, she hugs Shauna ever so quickly and then steps into the aisle. The crowd gasps again at seeing her, yes her name had already been called, but everyone loves Jackie Taylor. Her neatly pressed dress was a soft pale kind of spring yellow, it was Natalie’s favorite dress on her. It had embroidered sunflowers spattered across it at random and small hidden pockets for her to stuff her little trinkets. She had worn it today, because she knew she’d get to see her love off before she left for her Hunger Games commitments. Well, jokes on them both, now she’d be coming with instead...

*———— Flashback ————*

Seventh grade was the year that the two became- friends you could say. Jackie was cordial to everyone, but when she noticed a sallow faced and stick thin Natalie coming into the classroom everyday she became dead set on helping the girl. It was supposedly a hard charge as Natalie did not want any help and she was as stubborn as a mule, but slowly Jackie got to her crack. She would whisper small jokes in the space between their desks when the teacher was not looking, the ones that were usually Natalie’s favorite thing to disrupt the class with. At first the half starved girl just shook her head and stared forward, like she was the perfect student, pft. As if.

After two weeks of small jokes and jabs, mainly directed at the boys in class Natalie finally cracked a smile, Jackie felt her heart skip what could’ve been three beats for all she knows. Seeing the corner of the girls lips curl up and at her doing? The rain clouds had finally lifted. Next was feeding her, she knew this was potentially impossible and if it wasn't it may take forever, but she was a patient girl. And Natalie was worth the wait.

“Natalie over here,” the voice comes from a skinny girl dressed in a frilly yellow dress, who was waving her hand frantically in the air looking silly as all get out. The dress had white accents everywhere and small blue flowers Natalie couldn’t place. It was just Jackie’s style, she did look really pretty in it. Natalie couldn’t understand why the girl was pushing so hard to speak to her everyday, she hadn’t done anything different in her life besides now having a dead dad and a drug addict mom. Having a dead dad wasn't too uncommon in 12, so what's with this girl? Natalie began walking over to Jackie with a heavy amount of doubt in her gut, she stopped short a few feet in front of Jackie.

“What can I do for ya, Jackie?” The words seemed to jumpstart something in the smaller girl, she hadn’t heard Natalie speak that many words all year. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d missed hearing the raspy voice filling the emptiness in the room. Jackie breathed out and began to spread her food out, then pointed to the extra rations.

“My momma packed way too much for me today and I wanted to share with someone- wi-with you. Um you can absolutely say no if you want, but I have double the amount that I’d ever eat and I could use some help.” The explanation was the absolute best she could do as she was panicking, she had sent Shauna to a different table today so she would be alone without her best friend to be a presence when Natalie approached and now she felt like she was floundering.

As much as Natalie wanted her pride to win out, because normally she would never ever take food from the rich Mayor's daughter. The hunger pangs were so sharp and stabbing that she could barely concentrate on a single thing that had happened the past two days in class. She had chugged a tall glass of warm water this morning to try and curb the stomach feel, but it hadn’t helped, not a single bit. Her mom just lay useless on the front porch with little empty bottles spread all around her body, it was painkiller, she must’ve stolen it from the infirmary on the Peacekeeper base where she used to work. Either that or someone inside is trading the bottles for favors, Natalie wishes to never know.

“What do ya want for it?” Natalie asks Jackie stiffly as she sniffles and wipes her nose.

“Oh! Nothing! I just wanted to share some of my excess food. And it would be a mighty fine pleasure to get to eat with the one and only Natalie Scatorccio. We’ve never really chatted all that much.” The smile on her face is too sweet to decline, and the food looks amazing. People talk about Jackie’s mom cooking for her parties, not that Natalie had ever attended. One time wouldn't hurt, she felt like she was about to die anyways.

“Well, if you’re begging to be in my presence, who am I to deny?” Natalie shakily sits down avoiding eye contact, but Jackie’s smile never falters. She happily slides a baked chicken and cucumber sandwich over, then slices of carrots and chunks of cheese before finally setting down a plastic reusable cup of tea- mint from the smell, sweetened with honey. Natalie just stares at the spread in front of her, she knows Jackie has money- rephrase, Jackie’s family has money, but oh my god.

“The sandwich has um a dill sauce on it- that my momma makes, you’re not allergic to anything right?” The question is asked around crunches of carrot as Jackie digs in.

Natalie shakes her head slowly, “no I-I don’t know of any allergies.” Talking so much has made her tired, but that’s probably due to not eating and here before her is the food she’s been waiting on, why can’t she eat it? Her pride still burns her throat at the stares from the nosey classmates watching from the other splintery tables.

Jackie looks around at the scattered kids and then decidedly whispers, “grab up your food, we’re gonna go sit down by the back steps.” The small girl dressed in yellow wastes no time in scavenging up her portion and shooting towards the back of the schoolhouse. Natalie is left to dart after her with an armful of food... and her cup.

“Wha-what are we doing out here Jackie?” The shaky girl again follows Jackie’s lead and sets out her food around her.

Jackie gives a smile she hopes doesn’t show the sadness she feels, “I just wanted you all to myself.”

Natalie nods and finally grabs a piece of cheese, as she sinks her teeth in- her eyes shut and she tastes the saltiness of the semi-firm white chunk. An unwilling mmm leaves her body and she clears her throat. After she swallows she says, “I’m sorry.”

Jackie had been holding back a slight giggle, but she let it out. It was a girlish moment between the two, giggling over delicious cheese that they had been sharing. Jackie just scoops up her sandwich and goes mmm after taking a bite, Natalie finds it in her to giggle right back.

“You’re an asshole,” it's said with no conviction. The two eat fairly slowly so Natalie doesn’t hurt her stomach or make herself throw up. Jackie had said there was a dill sauce on the sandwich, but she didn’t say the cream sauce might be the most delicious thing to ever be eaten by Natalie. The tea was perfectly sweetened and she couldn’t help but swallow it down quickly, she doesn’t get anything sweet, practically ever. As the two finish off the final bites of the meal Natalie leans her body back to lay it flat and leaves her legs dangling on the steps. She holds her stomach and feels tears form in her eyes. “Okay, maybe you’re not an asshole.”

Jackie, ever the proper girl sits with her ankles crossed while they dangle on the stairs. “Would you mind if I brought some more lunch for you tomorrow? We can eat outside together again. I quite enjoyed having you all to myself, Natalie Scatorccio.”

Natalie let her head fall to the side to look at the beautiful girl covered in soft pale yellow and those pretty blue flowers. “I don’t think I could ever say no to you. Especially after the meal I’ve had today.” Jackie nods in satisfaction.

“Good, good. This is good.”

*———— Flashback End ————*

Natalie is brought back into the present once again as she watches her Jackie - her girl - her love approach the stage and she falters at the bottom step, Natalie shoots herself down the offending steps and grabs the smaller girls arm. They walk up assisting each other in keeping steady and then Jackie is pulled up to the microphone by Misty. Natalie before this very moment has had no personal issue with Misty fucking Quigley, she had been very kind to her the year prior and Natalie had appreciated it. But as Misty drones on about how she’s so surprised to see a girl of Jackie’s stature be reaped Natalie is wishing that the baby shit green of Misty’s hair and the orange of her dress would burst into flames spontaneously. What kind of outfit was that anyways? Natalie’s fists tighten into balls and she takes a moment to think about how this must be a plot against her, it must be because she won her games and she wouldn't submit to the Capitol's wish to prostitute her out. And killing her mother would be as useless as killing a random chicken from someone’s coop, her mother has been useless to her for years. How could Jackie be picked? Her name has never been entered anymore times than necessary, this was her last year before freedom and surely her family could pay people off for this to not happen.

As the ceremony draws to a close Natalie’s brain fog is forcibly cleared and it comes time for Jackie to say goodbye to her family. As Mr. Taylor comes in to the stuffy room with a tearful Mrs. Taylor stuck to his side it takes everything in Natalie to not lose her mind and scream at him for not protecting her innocent girl. But her composure is the one thing she has that may protect her Jackie. She points to the closed door that separates Jackie from her and they enter, she allows them the privacy of a tearful goodbye and stays outside. Shauna enters the Justice Building then, Natalie rushes forward to hug her. After Jackie made herself a part of Natalie’s life- Shauna followed quickly after. The Peacekeepers look at each other as if they’re unsure of what to do, it’s not like Natalie had just been reaped. She’d already won her games. They allow the brief moment not knowing what it would bring.

“Don’t let her die like that, Nat please. Please do something. She can’t die in that arena. You know what you have to do.” The words that spill out of Shauna’s mouth leave Natalie feeling hollow and sick all over again. “Nat do it.”

Natalie pulls back to lock her tearful eyes onto Shauna’s tearful eyes, “what are you saying? What are ya asking of me?”

Shauna grips Natalie tighter, “you’ve already made it. You have connections. Jackie can’t go into that arena.”

A sob leaves Natalie’s mouth. How could Shauna ask Natalie to murder her one true love? That is what she is saying isn't she? This is absolutely heinous... but then again it would also be awful to watch Jackie's throat being ripped out or Jackie being beheaded or Jackie dying by blade through the heart or Jackie dying by mutt.

“Alright you two, that’s enough, separate! No more touching. Wait until the Mayor leaves and you can go see Jackie.” The smaller Peacekeeper that Natalie knows from her time dealing morphine shouts. She had eventually figured out that if she stole her mom’s stash she could sell it and buy food, Jackie could only feed her during the school year and as much as it pained Natalie, she needed to feed her mom too. When she was eventually caught dealing a sleazy Peacekeeper told her that if she sold for him and coughed up 75% he’d keep it a secret and be her supplier. So she begrudgingly did. Shauna pulls away from Natalie and nods obediently towards the man.

Shortly after Natalie and Shauna separated - the Taylor’s exit the room and give a nod at Shauna in solidarity. The pair say absolutely nothing to Natalie before leaving the building, because no one knows that Natalie and Jackie are together. Well except for a few trusted individuals, and that is not to include the Mayor, he was never okay with Natalie hanging around and dirtying up his precious home. Mrs. Taylor on the other hand knew Jackie fed Natalie and often times she’d slip in a sweet or two when making the girls lunch, because she knew Natalie favored them. But appearances are everything and she kept her eyes forward and followed her husband. Shauna is ushered into Jackie's room next and the door is quickly shut.

Natalie’s mind is running wild at the implications of Shauna’s words. Would Jackie want that? Does Natalie want that? Can Natalie do that? -Should Natalie kill them both? If so, should Natalie ask Jackie? Should Natalie just do it?

Projectile vomit is the only answer she gets, the stuff is made up of the once delicious ham and greens that she had eaten at Lottie’s house the night prior. She pants while holding onto her knees for stability. Natalie couldn’t see Jackie the night before the reaping, so she had stayed at Lottie’s in search of company, and the girls father was happy to host the newest Victor for supper. Natalie’s house in the Victors Village was empty sans herself, her mom had chosen to stay in the run down house in the seam where her father had died. The green vomit smelled rancid as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, Natalie looked up pathetically at the familiar Peacekeeper, he shook his head with a sigh. “Go clean your face, I’ll make sure Misty doesn’t drag her away before you get back and have a moment. I’ll grab someone to clean this up.” She makes quick work of rinsing her mouth out and wiping her face, maybe this is the very last time she’d see District 12. Her friends, her mom, her new bed that she was sure Jackie would one day inhabit along with her. If Jackie died, she died and that possibility was growing closer and closer.

“Fuck me… fuck me, fuck me, fuck me I can’t do this.” The tears are stinging as she tries to push them down. She needs to pull herself together. “Not today Natalie, get it together.” She slaps her face hard before straightening and walks herself back to the door that houses Jackie, the Peacekeeper nods for her to enter. Shauna must’ve already been forced to leave, well goodbye Shauna, it was nice knowing you. Upon entrance she sees a teary eyed and wet faced Jackie Taylor. The two shuffle towards each other and embrace so hard that they lose the breath in their lungs.

Jackie rushes to regain her voice and says, “Nat, Shauna just told me what non-sense she was spouting to you. Don’t you worry that pretty little head about it baby, I’m a big girl. I know what this entails, okay?” Jackie kisses Natalie’s forehead and the relief that floods the Victors body is immediate.

“Oh god, Jack. I don’t want ya to die in the arena, but I can’t do something like that to you my love. Not ever.” Natalie says through the vicious tears.

Jackie sniffles and brushes some hair back behind the taller girls ears, “I would never ask you to do that for me baby. You don’t need that on your plate, you’ve lived through a million things I could never even think of already in your seventeen years of life.”

“Jack- I can’t live without you…” the hushed voice is hurt and full of sorrow.

Jackie smiles sadly and nods, she lets out a hum and then laughs. “I can’t live without you either. You’re my reason for living.”

Just then the door swings open and Misty enters, “Natalie, not to be too harsh, but the schedule has us leaving in five. We need to load up.” Misty taps her watch and walks away. Not a word was said about the state of the girl’s proximity to one another. It’s for the best, sometimes Misty does know when to shut her mouth.

“Come on then, I’ll show you the train.” Natalie’s heart has never felt heavier than this moment, but the show is on. The awe that she felt the year prior at seeing the fancy Capitol train was being squashed and beaten into a trillion pieces at the bottom of a pit in her stomach. Jackie was never meant to see what the Capitol had to offer. The two couldn’t hold hands so publicly, especially with all of the cameras on them, but they walked side by side, embracing the fate that awaited them.

“Oh wow! I’ve seen some fact stuff in my day, but this is top tier!” The inside of the train car was sprawling with jewels this year, even the furniture had been dotted with different colored gems. The lights hanging had a multitude of shimmering opaque stones that looked down upon the people below.

“Yeah this is a bit of a change up to my train from last year, we didn’t have all of the- jewels. Let me show ya both to your rooms and then I can give a quick tour of the rest of the train.” Natalie looks at the boy, he’s young so she doesn’t recognize him from school. “I’m so sorry, I must’ve missed your name earlier.”

The smaller boy looks at Jackie then Natalie, “I’m Alder Meadows, I’m thirteen, it’s my second year in the reaping. Not such good luck I guess.” The boy shrugs and gives a small smile, he's dressed in a sky blue soft button down that appears to be about a size too big and pants that Natalie can't place the make of, but they're a pale tan and look scratchy.

"Well I guess it's nice to meet ya Alder, I'm Natalie, I won last year." She extends a hand to the poor boy and Alder grabs it to give her a proper gentlemen's handshake.

"I thought you did real good, I've never seen someone so good with a machete. My Pa said with you as my Mentor I might be coming home!" The compliment from Alder was meant to be just that... a compliment, but the rest of the words from him make Jackie feel queasy and she grabs at Natalie's hand.

Natalie looks down at Jackie and gives her a slight nod before saying, "thank you Alder, I just did what I had to do to get back to my girl."

Alder's face lights up... then dampens immediately once he realizes what his Mentor means. He points at their joined hands, "Jackie?" The two girls nod, Alder rushes forward to bring them both into a hug and says, "I thought my luck was bad. Somebody I think has it out for you guys."

Natalie lets out a puff of air meant to be a laugh before squeezing the boy tighter, "it certainly looks that way, huh?"

Jackie takes a moment to look around her cabin that Natalie has temporarily abandoned her in, Misty had called her away for something Mentor related or something of the sort. It was a nice room, she didn't plan to need it for too awful long though... Jackie takes in a deep breath of the stuffy train air and sneaks a hand into her dresses hidden pocket and begins to pull out the small vials of painkillers she had from Natalie's mom’s house. Jackie had stopped by and asked for a favor in the off chance that she was reaped, she also made sure to ask how much of the stuff it would take to kill someone, Natalie's mom had replied with, "honey if you're fixing to kill somebody in the arena with those, I'll do ya one better." Each vial had carefully been uncapped and laced with a few drops of poison from the shelf that sat collecting dust in Natalie's old house since her mom had stopped working.

Jackie had hoped to throw these away after the reaping and laugh it off, never to think about killing again, but here she was, emptying the vials out of her pockets. It would only take one to kill herself, but she had an extra for herself and two for Natalie... just in case Natalie had wanted to escape this world with her. Tears form as she begins to think of all the people she'll never get to see again, not only because of her plan, but because the Capitol has picked her for their sadistic game of teenage cat and mouse. Maybe she'll put these away and give herself a few more days with Natalie... would it even be worth it knowing that they are both feeling so utterly hopeless? Yes, every single moment with Natalie is a moment that betters Jackie's life. Maybe she'll just lay down until Natalie comes back, her fingers work to dig out her district token and take it out of her neckline, she starts to rub her thumb over it while remembering...

*———— Flashback ————*

At fifteen the girls had long since solidified their friendship, there was no room for Natalie to sneak things past the observant girl. "Nat, you're looking stronger... I-I mean more filled out- or you know what I mean. In a good way, you look good." Jackie's words are fumbled and shy, she was sporting a blush as she watches the other girl whittle a small wooden figure. Natalie looks up and pauses her work, she's perched on a old stump that had been cut down when her dad was still alive. The two are sitting in front of Natalie's house after Jackie had marched her butt all the way over, because Natalie had neglected to come to her house, well she never came when Jackie’s father wasn’t working. He threw her out one too many times for Natalie to subject herself to that any longer.

Natalie takes a moment to admire the way that Jackie sits so proper on the rocking chair, it’s literally crumbling and falling apart, but ever the lady she still has her ankles crossed and her hands resting in her lap. Jackie's not afraid to be seen down in the seam, not anymore than she's afraid to go outside and splash around with Natalie when it's raining. She may not be from Natalie’s neck of the District, but she bleeds just the same and she’ll let anyone know it. "I uh, I've started a new job, if ya wanna call it that. It gets me enough money to get food for me and mom."

Jackie's face brightens with a hint of suspicion, no one has mentioned Natalie having a job to her and if you knew one thing about the two teens, it was that Jackie was known to be the “keeper” of Natalie when she was getting herself into trouble now. All it took was one lunch and the girls were inseparable. The smaller girl doesn’t always feel entitled to every bit of information on the brunette, but she’ll sure sniff it out if something is off. Jackie nods, "uh huh, and uh do tell what this new job is?"

"Uh well ya see..."

"Natalie Scatorccio, don't you lie to me right now girl."

"Okay... Don't ya be mad now, ya hear me? But I took some of mom's vials and I started selling em."

Jackie's brows crunch, "to who?"

Natalie nods towards the road that leads out of the seam, "I can't just go around giving ya names. But I'll say it's no one down here. I don't supply to seam. Bad ethics and no money."

"Hm. Right, well I can't tell you to stop, that's not my place, all I can tell you is to be careful Nat. I don't want you being hung." Jackie looks too dang pretty today in her soft pink dress that is once again covered in flowers, it'd be a crime to not head her wishes.

Natalie gives her a nod and stands reaching for her hand with her own free one, "come on in, it's bout to rain, we can sit in my room." Jackie's been inside the home before, but still each time she enters Natalie feels ashamed of the environment that she's bringing the beautiful girl into. She has used a few of her hard earned coins to visit a some of the shops in town and decorate her tiny room with things that remind her of Jackie.

Said girl takes no time at all to flop down on the firm mattress, giving an excited giggle when she can see a music book Natalie had tried to hid between the pillow and the wall. "Nattie, what is this?" A loud thunder clap rings out and the rain does start to fall, just as Natalie had predicted.

"Oh! Well uh, Jack you weren't supposed to find that. But, I was gonna surprise ya with a new piano music book." Natalie feels her cheeks filling with red at the thought of her gift being found, she's not upset that her surprise was foiled, but she knew that Jackie knew that it had cost a lot of money.

Jackie sets the book down and taps the mattress before standing and walking towards Natalie, she had a serious look on her face and with her mind made up she says boldly, "Kiss me."

A startled noise leaves Natalie's body, she has thought the world of the gorgeous girl in front of her for years now, but she never thought those words would come out of her mouth. She whispers, "Jack?"

"I'm so serious Natalie, kiss me."

With a self-assuring nod Natalie responds, "yes ma'am." Natalie takes the one step forward that she needs to be standing in front of Jackie and gently cups her face. The rain outside pours off of the roof and creates a gentle music inside of the room. The two girls lock eyes and the breath leaving both is quick and shallow, their hearts fluttering with an excitement of a moment that has taken far too long to come. Natalie's eyes drift back and forth between Jackie's eyes and her soft lips- before deciding that her lips are much less intimidating. Then slowly but surely Natalie leans in, their lips gently meet in a soft dance made for the rain drops that cater to the moment. If hearts could stop from a perfect kiss the two girls would be frozen in time, but thankfully they get to get living and the warmth of their lips is a soft reminder that this isn't a dream. The smell of the room gets stronger when it rains, but it fills their noses with a sweet scent of pine and Jackie’s always thought that’s just what Natalie smelled like, she pulls her in tighter and enjoys finally getting to kiss her girl.

Jackie almost feels as if she's floating away, her head feels so empty in the moment except for all things Natalie. She's always felt that Natalie was almost a touch too far away to reach, but now it all makes sense to her, she needed this physical touch to prove that Natalie wasn't going anywhere. That she was hers and hers only. At a moment when both need to breathe Jackie pulls back just far enough to rest her forehead against Natalie's and shakily breathes out, "I love you Natalie, I don't care what that means for us out there. I need you to know that you are my person, you are my whole world, my sun and my moon. I love you."

Natalie embraces Jackie hard and pulls the girls head onto her shoulder, "I've loved ya since that very first day you decided I was worth a damn. I was never gonna be anyone else's. I love you Jackie."

Who knew it was a tearful thing to say, I love you. Certainly not Natalie and Jackie as they lay snuggled on Natalie's firm mattress after crying and confessing their feelings. Suddenly Natalie is struck by a thought, "Jack this might be stupid, but earlier ya said that stuff about the sun and the moon. Well when we were outside earlier I was actually carving a crescent moon. I know it's nothing much, but I've always thought of myself as the moon to your sun and this way you can always have me with ya..."

Jackie tears up again before pulling Natalie down into a gentle kiss, "see, I knew I was right about you."

Jackie never did let that small curved moon go, she made Natalie carve a small hole into one end. Jackie wore it as a necklace every single day.

*———— Flashback End ————*

"Jack, hey my girl, it's time for dinner." Natalie shook Jackie awake and brushed some hair back off of her forehead. In the privacy of the room she leaned down to brush their lips together, that seemed to push Jackie to wake up. Jackie's eyes fluttered open and for the briefest moment she forgot where she was. She forgot her plan. She forgot she had just been reaped. She just saw the beautiful brunette who owns her heart staring down.

“Hi baby, sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Jackie apologizes as she sits up.

The apology makes Natalie feel bad for waking Jackie, “no need for you to apologize my love, ya needed every bit of that nap I bet. I was just grabbing you for supper.”

“Ah, okay then. Let’s see what the Capitol has to offer for their newest tributes, huh?”

The two share a soft kiss, allowing themselves a moment to connect, before distancing slightly and walking towards the dining cart. When the door slides open the smells begin to seep out and fill their noses. It’s something not immediately familiar, but it’s similar enough to the roast that Jackie’s mom makes. They take their seats and Alder is already digging in, lookin like he’ll never eat again if he doesn’t devour this food. This particular roast happens to have smallish green peppers cooked down into it, maybe they’ve been pickled at one point? It’s a slightly spicy meat, but it’s so tender it falls part, they serve it with roasted carrots of all different colors, asparagus that dons grill marks and thinly sliced potatoes covered in a red garnish that Jackie can’t place either, but it creates an emits an interesting flavor when she takes a bite- everything is decidedly pleasurable. Alder was right, this is a good last meal. Maybe Natalie will think the same.

Alder finally lets himself breathe long enough to ask, “so Natalie, do you have any wisdom that you think would suit a man of my small stature?”

“Well little man, I think it’d be good for you to find an ally if I’m being honest with ya. Take the training seriously, but um, canvas the tributes and learn who’s good at being the muscle. If you’re serious about lasting through the bloodbath you’re not gonna wanna go towards the cornucopia, but if you have an ally that can fight, maybe they can get supplies and meet you after it’s over.” Natalie’s own mentors had also told her not to go for the cornucopia, little good that did her. She ran straight for the fucking thing when she saw a gleaming machete perched on the table nearest her. She swiped it and immediately took a blow to the back of the head, from what she’s not sure. It had knocked her clean over, and blood had started streaming down the back of her skull, but at least being on the ground brought a burst of luck. A spear that had been meant for her head lodged itself into the District 2 male tribute… from the hands of the District 2 female tribute. Tough break, maybe you shouldn’t aim directly at him, not Natalie’s fault. She had grabbed his pack and took off, not like he needed it anymore. “Yeah little man, no cornucopia for ya. Find someone else to go in and get weapons and packs.” Natalie shook off the thoughts that were now filling her mind, on a good day she was able to suppress the painful flashbacks by staring at Jackie and feeling the sense of euphoria she gets. But now was actually the time she needed to remember these things, she was a Mentor.

“Okay, find an ally and make sure they’re strong! Shouldn’t be too awful hard, my dad says I could talk to a brick wall and make friends.” Alder looks proud at the words… good for him.

Jackie stays quiet and enjoys her meal, trying to not think about the coming talk she’ll be having with Natalie. But they do exchange a few furtive glances.

As the group finishes their first Capitol meal a big tray with dessert is rolled out, Jackie’s eyes lock onto a cup filled with two different soft gelatinous custards. She scoops up a cup and spoons a serving into her mouth, Jackie had been correct. This was a panna cotta and it was lemony on the bottom and vanilla-y on the top. She had only had this dessert one time when she was at a party for her father and she had never forgotten it. A soft mmm leaves her lips and Natalie smiles, “it’s good?”

Jackie nods, “here try some.” Natalie takes a spoonful of the cold substance and closes her eyes letting out a mmm. “Hahaha, very funny. You think I don’t remember doing that for you when you ate that cheese, huh?”

“Oh I was being serious, this is fantastic. Top of line chef!” The attendant that had pushed the cart in for them gives a curt nod and leaves them alone once again.

“It is really good!” Alder says with a mouthful and a face smeared with yellow and white custard. Jackie lets out a giggle and wipes the kids face with her napkin, he blushes and goes back to eating- but slower.

How is Jackie supposed to carry out her plan if Natalie is supposed to mentor this poor boy? She can’t take the only hope he has away from him, but selfishly she wants to die in Natalie’s arms, not the arena like a stupid game piece on their board that they can kill at any moment.

“All good Jacks?” Natalie pries while licking her lips clean of the sweet treat.

Jackie nods in a daze and looks up to make eye contact, “all good baby.” This conversation is gonna have to wait until they make it to the Capitol, Alder needs their help…

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End of Part One!

I was gonna make it one big story, but this is over 6K words so I’m splitting it into multiple parts. Any feedback is welcome and appreciated bbs!!!

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A Dull and Ordinary Sky-An Analysis of Kingdom Hearts 3

Sora is not Special. There is nothing extraordinary or fantastic about him. He is nothing more than a dull and ordinary boy. Merely playing the role of the Prince Charming because he happened to be at the right place at the right time. If it wasn’t for his friends, wasn’t for the people he was lucky enough to meet he would be just another nameless face in the crowd. He’s no Princess of Heart with a pure light and grand cosmic destiny like Kairi nor was he chosen to inherit the keyblade and ideals of previous masters like Riku. Heck even the empty husk he left behind is more important than him. At least Roxas was the Organization's first choice, unlike Sora who wasn't just their second choice but third choice. Sora is not the hero of this story, he’s just a delivery boy. At least that's what Sora thinks.

While Sora hides it well with his happy go lucky and friendly personality there is an undeniable lack of sense worth underlying his character. In Kingdom Hearts 1 Sora declares to the corrupted Riku he no longer needs a weapon, that his friends are his power. This scene is originally framed as victorious but in retrospect it is the first domino in an ever escalating feeling of self loathing. In Birth By Sleep Sora’s own words are echoed by his predecessor, Ventus, however there is a slight difference. In BBS Ventus says, “My friends are my power, and I’m theirs.” With just one additional line Ventus reveals to the audience the deep sheeted flaws in Sora’s ideals. Sora places all his faith in his connections yet fails to acknowledge his own strengths. In Sora’s mind it’s his friends who give him all his strength and without them he’s just worthless. A very dangerous way of thinking that is only validated in Sora’s mind by the Keyblade returning to him in KH1.

Eventually this toxic mindset brings about Sora’s downfall when he is tested for the Mark of Mastery in Dream Drop Distance. As said by Eraqus in Birth By Sleep, the Mark of Mastery is where a keyblade weilder’s true nature is revealed, and for Sora this test reveals how deep his denial of self worth goes. Throughout his adventures in The Sleeping Worlds Sora continues to rely on the power of friendship, putting those he cares about above himself. Too busy admiring the brilliance of Riku and Mickey to even notice the ever growing darkness in his own heart. Even when it is pointed out to him time and time again by the taunting Young Xehanort. Sora is unable or unwilling to see how the pain and suffering of those within his heart is slowly smothering him.

Sora fails the Mark of Mastery as he plays directly into Xehanort’s stained hands. This failure could have been avoided if he just placed some faith in himself, if he recognized the fact that he too gives his friends strength. Perhaps then he could have shared the burden of Roxas, Ventus, and Xion’s pain rather than be buried in it, but that's not what happened. Xigbar confronts Sora putting to words all the painful thoughts Sora has buried in the back of his mind, and instead of fighting back against those words, instead of declaring his worth, Sora validates them. Though half hearted pride he lies about not caring that he wasn’t chosen and once again declares his friends are his power. Sealing his fate as he is dragged into the darkness born from his own weakness, nearly turning into a Xehanort, and being stripped of all power. Something needs to change and Sora’s heart knows it.

In Kingdom Hearts 3 Sora’s very own heart sets him on the path not only to regain his power but to change. He is sent to mount Olypmus where he earns some of his confidence back by fighting alongside Herc to save both the realm of men and the realm of the gods. Most importantly he learns to fight with all his heart, drawing strength directly from himself, creating new powers never seen before such as air step, attraction flow rides, and formchanges. In Toy Box Sora is sent to reexamine his ideals. To see the power of friendship not as a crutch to lean on but as a power that is shared between others so they may support one another in the face of darkness. Demetrasted though the test run conflict against Young Xehanort. Kingdom of Corona and Monstropolis both place Sora in the role of a fairy tale guardian in order to remind Sora that he is the protector and not the protected. Which he passes with flying colors by showing Rapunzel how to have fun through experiencing the joys of the outside world and by teaching Boo to be brave by laughing in the face of terror. In the Hundred Acre Woods Sora repairs bonds that have grown weak, learning that to truly cherish his bonds he must do more than simply put his faith in them, he must nurture them. Arrendelle is where Sora’s heart pushes him to endure, to see if he is truly willing to live by his ideals when the powers that be reject him. And endure Sora does, as he befriends Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, Sven, Olaff, and Marshmallow in spite of Xehanort and the world’s roadblocks. Going from dreading the snow to loving it. The Carribeans push Sora to make his biggest change going from a follower to leader. He becomes captain of his own ship and joins the Pirate War as their greatest asset. Finally culminating in San Fransokyo which mirrors the first stop in this journey of the heart, with it being Sora’s turn to act as the hero who inspires those to move forward in face of their doubt.

Through the heart’s journey Sora is reborn from a boy full of doubt playing dress up to a true man and champion. So his heart sends him where he’s needed. Sora returns to Destiny Island, the world where it all began, where he finds Master’s Defender, a special keyblade passed down through a legacy of masters. With all of Sora’s growth the keyblade acknowledges Sora sending him to save its current master, Aqua. And that Sora does as he saves Aqua from herself after becoming Anti-Aqua, finally bringing her back to light. Through the acceptance of Master’s Defender and the rescue of Aqua Sora shows to all his peers that not only has he reached the level of a Keyblade Master but has surpassed them. However Sora’s heart is not yet done. There is one more person Sora needs to save and one more secret he has to learn. Through the first bond Sora ever made, Ventus. Sora learns he had never truly lost The Power of Waking. Instead it had remained dormant in his heart. Waiting for the time when Sora would be ready, when he would understand who he truly is and what his power is meant for. When Sora’s heart saw him as a hero who uses his powers to save those in need. Sora’s heart finally accepts him as he truly becomes Prince Charming using The Power of Waking to save the one he’s spent his entire life protecting, to wake up Ven.

With all the trials and tribulations passed Sora has finally defeated his lack of self worth and become the star of his own fairy tale. Except he's not, he is still just the delivery boy, but how can that be? After all he’s accomplished, after all the lives he has saved, and after all he’s grown, how can Sora’s heart still not accept him? That's just the thing though, Sora’s heart DID accept him. The fact he got The Power of Waking back is proof of his heart’s acknowledgement. No, the only person who still looks down on Sora, who still thinks he’s not good enough, is Sora himself. The thing about self loathing no matter how much you improve, no matter how much good you do you will always see yourself as a fraud.

Sora can not accept himself because he truly does not believe he has earned his heart's acceptance. In Sora’s eyes he can only see his losses. It wasn't him who defeated the titans and saved mount Olympus but Hercules, Sora was just the towel boy. Woody was the one who called out young Xehanort and saved Buzz. All Sora did was piggy back on his words. Heck not only did Young Xehnort get the best of him earlier in the video game store, but Sora utterly failed to get the Toys back home to Andy. Sora was practically useless. He completely froze against Vanitas in Monstropolis needing both Donald and Goofy to protect him while Mike and Sully took care of the abomination. He would never have to repair his bond with Pooh if he didn’t let Xehanort almost Nort him in the first place. Worst of all in the Kingdom of Corona, Arrndelle, and the Caribbean Sora is powerless to save three of his friends as he watches the light leave their eyes. Of course none of these failures actually discount all the good Sora did in these worlds or all the people he’s helped. And yet they are Sora’s takeaways

Even Sora’s greatest victory, the return of Ventus through The Power of Waking, a symbol of his ascension to Prince Charming status, is not truly his own in his eyes. When Ventus tries to thank Sora for everything and offers him a handshake Sora hesitates. As if he is unsure if he has the right to accept Ven’s thanks. Because deep down Sora does not believe himself to be worthy. Sora attributes this victory not to himself but Ventus believing The Power of Waking only worked because of Ventus' help. And It’s no wonder Sora would come to think this lie. Not just because of his lack of self worth but because out of all his friends Ventus is the one Sora puts on the highest pedestal, believing the light hearted boy to be the entire reason Sora is even a part of this story.

So when Sora enters the Keyblade graveyard with his very soul blind to the truth his heart is screaming at him he brings about the downfall of the Guardians of Light. In the battle against the thirteenth member, TerraNort, Sora fails to even strike the man with his doubt holding him back. Sora leaves it to his friends to pick up the slack only for them to end up severely weakened allowing the darkness to pick them off one by one. Thanks to Sora’s weakness, light expires and darkness prevails.

Perhaps this loss was for the best though. It is only when Sora is stripped of everything that he is at last forced to reveal his secret. Bringing to words every horrible thought of himself he’s kept hidden. He truly thinks of himself as worthless without his friends. And of course the one who understands Sora the best informs him of what his heart has been trying to tell him this whole time. Sora isn’t worthless, he gives his friends just as much strength as they give him, and the hero of this story is no one else but Sora. Riku tells Sora the words he’s needed to hear this whole time. Inspiring Sora to finally be the savior his friends see him as.

The Final Worlds is a place made of sky and sea where fallen hearts that are still connected to the worlds of the living remain until they either return to Kingdom Hearts or fade away. It is a world of death but for Sora is the place of his rebirth. In The Final World Sora by his own hands put himself back together, collecting the scattered pieces of his body, heart, mind, and soul to become a whole once again. Which Sora does not only by using all of his movement abilities, a manifestation of his body's power, but by exerting his will over the world itself to manipulate its shape, becoming King of the Sky. Sora restores his very sense of self both literally and figuratively as the shackles of self loathing begin to loosen on his heart.

To finally free himself of these shackles Sora must save his friends in the only way he can. Sora must perform a miracle. Sora does what no one has done before, he defeats death itself. Sora takes the Power of Waking, proof of his mastery over the keyblade, and uses it to wake his friend’s heart not from any old kind of sleep but the final sleep. Using The Power of Waking in such an orthodox way Sora travels to his friend's heart through the worlds themselves waking them up from death and in the process defeating the most ancient of heartless, The Lich. Through Sora’s victory over death he completes not only his rebirth but archives true actualization shown through his claim of the Spell Aeroga, the ultimate spell of his element the sky, and the rewrite of his own story. Changing his and The Guardians' predetermined destiny of failure. A truly beautiful achievement which could only be accomplished by one who bucks the normal conventions of society in favor of following his heart’s own rhythm.

The Second Keyblade war begins anew as Sora’s new found confidence is put to the test with him leading The Seven Guardians of Light against The Thirteen Seekers of Darkness. Earning their trust as he undoes his first loss in this journey by defeating the returning Demon Tide and gaining the blessing of those who fought in the previous Keyblade War through his willingness to face the Ultimate Heartless without hesitation.

That last act in particular is exemplary of Sora’s character. By following his heart and doing what was right Sora earned the faith of countless strangers who wished to share their strength with him for no reason other than they believed in him. Sora has always received powers from others, believing at first it was because he lacked strength of his own, but by receiving the Lights of the Past he sees the exact opposite is true. It is Sora’s own strength which pulls others towards him and combines their powers into something wonderful.

Ultimately Sora is the one who leads The Seven Guardians of Light to the war’s end. Paying his friends back for all the times they’ve saved him by rescuing them in their time of need either by helping them grasp victory from the jaws of defeat like with Riku and Mickey or by granting them reunion like with the SeaSalt Trio and wayFinder Trio. It is even through Sora’s new found belief in himself that he is capable of beating the other Xehanorts, overcoming those who were consumed by ego and earning the respect of the ones that lost their way. Finally bringing Sora face to face with Master Xehanort, representing the worst possible extreme of what Sora could become.

Xehanort has had from the very beginning complete and total unwavering belief in himself but by walking on the road of darkness and isolation this faith turned to egomania. Xehanort refused to trust his heart in others, slowly but surely becoming consumed by his own ignorance until he believed he alone could fix the world. Xehanort sought to surround himself with copies of himself, never looking beyond his own reflection even as it fractured with every act of self indulgent pride. Though the reasons why were different, Xehanort had lost his sense of self just like Sora believing in a lie rather than his own heart. Perhaps because he stopped listening to his own heart it was left up to Sora to fulfill its true wishe. In the final battle of the Second Keyblade War Xehanort's bloated ego clashes with Sora’s super ego who through a refined understanding of the power of friendship and a new sense of self worth conquers the final Seeker of Darkness at his most powerful, overcoming the X-Blade with the physical manifestation of The Half-Pint Trio’s shared ideals, Trinity.

Ultimately Sora is given the final reward of his true arc, Not the X-Blade but the trust of Master Xehanort as he is named the old goat’s true successor through the exchanging of their ideals. Through the bequeathing of the X-Blade by Master Xehanort made Sora a true keyblade wielder.

However, Sora’s story does not end there. Though he has passed every test handed to him, earned the faith of both friends and enemies alike, changed history, and achieved feats greater than any other keyblade wielder, Sora has yet to truly act for himself. Everything Sora has done in all his adventures was for the sake of others. Now that Sora knows his self worth he must do something in the name of his own wants and needs. He uses The Power of Waking one last time sacrificing both his existence and power to save Kairi and spend his last days with her. Though Sora has always acted in the best interest of others it would be a mistake to assume this journey began with selfless intentions. No Sora’s journey began with the selfish desire to save the women he loves and be her knight in shining armor. Sora’s journey began with him looking for Kairi and it ends with him finally finding her as he travels through the hearts of his friends to find her, helping them all out one last time as he bests their inner darkness.

Sora began this story as a dull and ordinary boy. He never really stopped being one, but that's okay because as long as you believe in yourself even the most ordinary of people can become heroes.

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Chapter 1: The Cost of Courage Series Title: Starlight Princess Act II – Echoes of Rebellion (Episode VIII: The Last Jedi Reimagined) Word Count: ~2.3k Scene Location: D’Qar Evacuation → Resistance Command & Flagship POV: Second person (You/Reader) Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Leia’s daughter)

Summary: The Resistance scrambles to evacuate D’Qar as the First Order descends. Amid the chaos, Poe prepares for a reckless run—and you’re left to watch him risk everything. What’s the line between bravery and loss? Between hope and heartbreak?

D’Qar Evacuation

The hangar was chaos—rushing feet, shouting techs, the sharp tang of fuel and fear hanging thick in the air. Resistance fighters loaded gear, barked orders into comms, scrambled toward the transports. And you? You moved through it all like a ghost, eyes locked on the familiar figure by the X-wing: Poe.

His jacket was half-zipped, gloves already on. He leaned against his ship like he had all the time in the galaxy—but his eyes betrayed him. They flicked toward the blast doors, toward the storm about to break.

“Tell me this isn’t what it looks like,” you said, stopping a few feet from him.

Poe looked up, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “Depends what it looks like.”

You arched a brow. “You, about to pull some heroic stunt with BB-8 while the rest of us try to not get blown to pieces.”

He straightened, stepping closer. “The First Order’s here. We’re sitting ducks. I’ve got an opening, I take it.”

“We’re evacuating,” you snapped. “Not charging into hell.”

Poe’s expression didn’t shift, but his voice softened. “We’ve pulled crazier stunts than this. You know that.”

“You’ve pulled crazier stunts,” you corrected. “I just get to hear the stories about how your ship caught fire.”

He laughed—just once. Just enough to flicker something warm in your chest. Dammit. Even now, with alarms blaring and death crawling closer, he looked at you like you were the only steady thing left in the galaxy.

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “I just need to buy us time.”

You searched his face. He meant it. Every word. But you could see it—the edge of recklessness, the glint of loss in his eyes. Leia’s daughter or not, you weren’t sure you could talk him down from this. Of the weight he never let anyone else carry.

“I’m with the droid on this one,” you murmured.

He grinned. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Then he paused, voice dipping low. “Listen. If I don’t make it back—”

“Don’t,” you cut in, voice sharper than you meant it to be. “Don’t say that.”

Silence fell between you, heavy despite the sirens in the distance.

“I’ll be back,” he promised. “Happy beeps only.”

Then he was gone—vaulting into the cockpit. BB-8 chirped. The X-wing roared to life. You stepped back as the ship lifted and streaked out of the hangar, into the blinding sky.

~ ~ ~ ~

RESISTANCE COMMAND ROOM – MOMENTS LATER

Red lights flared. Monitors blinked. The radar pulsed as a single dot flew toward the First Order fleet.

“General, Resistance ship approaching. Guns and shields in attack mode.” “A single light fighter.”

Leia was already there. You moved to her side as the comm crackled.

Leia glanced at you, more tired than surprised. “Your flyboy’s at it again.”

You shook your head, but your lips tugged upward. “He’s impossible.”

LEIA: “Just for the record, Commander Dameron, I’m with the droid on this one.”

POE: “Thank you for your support, General.”

You could picture his smirk as he flicked switches in his cockpit.

POE: “This is Commander Poe Dameron of the Republic fleet. I have an urgent communiqué for General Hugs.”

The exchange with Hux was absurd. It would’ve been funny—if it weren’t real.

When the First Order opened fire, the moment snapped. Poe dove, BB-8 squealed, and you watched the tactical screen flicker with rapid-fire updates.

“He’s going for the dreadnought.” “He’s insane.”

You didn’t blink. Poe’s X-wing was a silver streak across the sky, skimming the dreadnought’s surface, taking out cannons one by one. Every impact shook the ground beneath your boots.

Your pulse climbed with every risk he took.

POE: “Tallie, start your approach.” TALLIE (RADIO): “Copy that.”

Then—

POE: “BB-8, my weapons systems are down. We gotta take out that last cannon or our bombers are toast. Work your magic, buddy.”

Leia gave the order. “The last transport is in the air. The evacuation is complete.”

You didn’t let yourself breathe until you heard her say it. But Poe’s voice cut through again.

POE: “We can do this. We have the chance to take out a dreadnought.”

Your heart twisted.

Leia gave the order to pull back. Poe didn’t.

You could feel it—that tug of belief, the same thing that always pushed you toward the edge. Maybe that’s why he got to you. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t stop watching his dot dance through danger. Because he believed so hard that you forgot how to be afraid.

The last thing you heard before Poe cut comms was:

“Let’s go, BB-8. It’s now or never.”

You stood at the command deck, watching his dot streak toward the dreadnought. The Resistance scrambled to leave the surface. Leia didn’t speak. Neither did you. But her silence? It said everything.

You focused on the screen—anything to avoid thinking about the ache clawing up your chest.

“Bombers approaching,” someone called out.

POE (comms): “It’s not every day we get a shot at a dreadnought. Let’s make this count.”

You wanted to believe that. You really did.

Out in space, the fighters swept forward, a dance of courage and desperation. You tracked every movement—Tallie’s A-wing ducking between cannon fire, Poe looping and twisting with impossible precision, clearing the path.

But your eyes found the bombers—the slowest, most vulnerable ships in the fleet. You hated those ships. Hated how fragile they looked under that kind of firepower.

“Fighters incoming!”

You flinched at the chorus of panic flooding over the comms. Pilot names you knew. Voices you’d laughed with in mess halls, argued with in mission briefings. People who still looked at you like a Skywalker—even when you didn't feel like one.

One bomber exploded. Then another. Their deaths weren’t cinematic. Just light and silence.

You closed your eyes for half a second. Long enough to hear your heartbeat echo behind your ribs.

POE: “Tallie, they’ve begun the priming sequence.”

TALLIE: “Copy. We’re almost there.”

Almost there. You hated those words. Almost meant someone was about to die.

“Bombardiers, begin your drop sequence.”

You stepped forward, heart thudding. The last bomber was struggling. Leia leaned in beside you, concern deepening every line in her face.

Then came Poe’s voice again—desperate this time. “Paige, come in. Why aren’t your bay doors open? You’re the only one left!”

Paige. You met her too. Quiet. Focused. Brave.

You stared at the screen as her ship shuddered under impact. The feed stuttered, flickered. Then—nothing.

A button. A kick. A final reach.

Then— Bombs away.

The dreadnought erupted in a blinding chain of fire. The command deck exploded in cheers. People hugged. Screamed. Cried.

But you didn’t move.

It was a win. A big one. But all you felt was the empty silence left by the voices that wouldn’t return. The cost of Poe’s gamble.

And you knew it wasn’t over.

~ ~ ~ ~

RESISTANCE FLAGSHIP – LATER Leia stood alone at the viewport. You approached her slowly, not sure if she needed space or company.

You approached quietly. “Paige is gone.”

She didn’t look at you. “So are half our bombers.”

You swallowed. “But the dreadnought—”

“Gone. Yes.” Her voice was flat. “But at what price?”

You hesitated. “Poe—”

She turned. “Poe needs to learn what you already know. Being a hero isn’t about the biggest explosion. It’s about knowing when not to light the fuse.”

You nodded and lowered your gaze. She wasn’t wrong.

And you hated how much it scared you.

Because for all Poe’s daring brilliance… you weren’t sure he knew where that line was.

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