#even though I strictly write happy endings for my ships *sigh I just need more fluff

[letstrywritingmaybe]

I’m really missing fluff for my ship. Like just cute moments with no drama. Honestly I just need more fics where he’s swooning over my queen. I’m not fond of messy situations despite writing some. Sure sometimes the story is intriguing and there’s so many emotions, but it’s mostly frustrating and I hate it. My fav has been through so much already, I just want the rest of her life to go smoothly, just let her live and be happy. No stress or worries, I want her to freely love and be loved in return

Addition that’s not really related but I didn’t want to make a new post:

I’m gonna be alone for a few days and I’m hoping I’ll be productive but man, times like this I really hate that I’m so extroverted. I’m feeling blue and I want to cry, but nothing’s really wrong. I just don’t well on my own. I tend to spiral and get too into my head. I really thought I would be free from a sad bitch summer vibe this time *sigh

Update: I did not work on CoAi week but I did look over the June prompts again and got my sister to laugh so I think that’s a win. It’s so dumb, I’m so dumb, but you know what? It’s my birth month so I’m gonna do whatever I want (I say as if I don’t strictly write self indulgent fics)

[floating-mid-air]

The Princess of All Saiyans

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Masterlist

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Chapter 10 is finally here. Something I noticed while working on this chapter is when I'm writing as the narrator. I use Goku and Kakarot interchangeably. I looked back into the other chapters and noticed I've been doing that the entire time. I honestly just write whichever name feels natural in the context. I think I'll continue writing like that. I think it's more fun switching up Goku's name every once in a while. As always, if you have any comments or questions, feel free to let me know.

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Chapter 10

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You and Goku sit on opposite ends of the ditch. The choice to sit as far away from him as possible was strictly for your own sanity. You can feel his scolding gaze on you, burning holes through the entirety of your body, making your skin crawl. 

You've been desperately attempting to evade eye contact with the defective Saiyan, which is becoming significantly more strenuous with each second that passes. Goku lets out an exaggerated sigh. "Can we at least sit closer together?"

You turn your head at him, narrowing your eyes. "No, Kakarot."

Goku presses his thumb and index finger together, leaving a tiny hole. He brings the flexed hand up to his eye, looking at you through the minuscule opening. "What about this much closer?"

"No." Your gaze remains locked on him, with a deadpan look on your face.

"But why not?" He wines as you begin to massage your temples. If he keeps this up, the two of you won't survive down here together for much longer. You're ninety-nine percent sure that being stuck with Kakarot will somehow be the greatest adversity of your life. Okay, so maybe you're being just a tad bit overdramatic. 

"Because I don't trust myself not to kill you." You snarl at him. Your composure is dangling by a thin thread, and Goku is an extremely sharp pair of scissors.

Your words seem to have shut Goku up, well, at least for a little while. "Hey Y/N?"

You ball your hands into fists, clenching your jaw as your right eye begins to spasm. You're developing an eye twitch. How lovely. "What is it now, Kakarot?"

"How did you do that thing with your eyes?"

You furrow your brows at the younger Saiyan. "What the hell are you talking about?" You're really starting to get fed up with him, and you've only been trapped down here for around fifteen minutes.

"Your eyes turned red when you were fighting that guy." Your eyes widen before you quickly cover up your shock with a scowl. Fuck. You knew you should've kept your temper under control. How could you have been so stupid?

Lucky for you, Kakarot is a moron. He lacks understanding regarding body language and various emotion cues. It shouldn't be difficult for you to get out of this at all. "Your eyes were just playing tricks on you. Your vision was probably strained from traveling for such an extended amount of time. My eyes did not, nor have they ever changed color."

"But, I saw---" 

"Well, you saw wrong!" You take several deep breaths, attempting to regain your composure. Spoiler alert, it doesn't work. "I can't take this anymore!" You've finally snapped, but to be fair. You lasted much longer than you expected. "Stop asking me a million questions! No, you know what. Stop speaking to me in general! You are the most infuriating---"

Amidst your screaming, Goku jumps up, pulling you into a far corner of the trench. One of his hands is placed over your lips. And his other arm is tightly wrapped around your waist, his hand ghosting over the base of your tail. Your back is pressed up against the rocky wall, and you feel like his larger body is engulfing your form entirely. You glare at him in irritation as an oddly serious expression crosses Goku's face. 

"I'm gonna take my hand away. Be quiet and focus for a minute." He moves his hand, resting it comfortably on your side. It's placed directly on your wound, courtesy of your battle with Burter. You bite your lip, preventing yourself from wincing. Even the smallest amount of pressure is causing you severe pain. Maybe your injury is worse than you presumed. 

You shut your eyes partly to distract yourself from the pain, but the main objective is to focus on the energy around you. There's someone out there, and they're powerful too. That has to be Ginyu. Shit, your explosive outburst could have just gotten you both killed. What is wrong with you today? 

Where you're standing in the pit. There's still a patch of grass over the top. Providing a shield from anything or anyone from the outside. You hate to admit it, but this was actually a wise decision on Goku's part. Never did you think that Kakarot would be the one to remain collective while you're the one behaving recklessly.  

The two of you remain pressed up against each other. Frankly, you're too close for comfort. You can feel every fall and rise of his chest. You can even hear his heartbeat, which is thumping just as rapidly as your own. The sound of Ginyu's faint murmuring invades your ears, though you can't hear anything he says clearly. He must be too far away.

You try to keep your erratic breathing under control, which stems from both pain and nerves. Your surroundings grow quiet, and Ginyu's energy disappears altogether. He must have left. You finally have room to breathe as Goku takes a few steps back, distancing himself from you. His eyes scan your face before quickly darting down to one of his hands. Specifically, the one that's now covered in your blood. His eyes go-round as he moves closer, invading your personal space once again. "Are you hurt?"

His tone lacks his typical cheery nature, causing you to tilt your head upward, your brain desperately attempting to form a contingency plan to get you out of this mess. "I'm fine." Goku makes you uneasy. He's nothing like a Saiyan should be. His behavior is all over the place, and not a single one of his actions adds up in your realm of logic. Out of all the ruthless and sadistic Saiyan's that could've survived, never in a million years did you expect one as pathetic as Kakarot to live.

"But, you're bleeding." This timid side of Goku is somehow worse than his typical cheerful self. You didn't think he could disgust you further, but once again, that defect proves you wrong.

You suppress an eye roll, keeping your piercing gaze locked on him. If you were to look away now, it would appear like you were backing down. And you refuse to let a fool like Kakarot win. "It's not my blood, Kakarot." Hopefully, he'll fall for your lies and drop this pointless conversation here.

"If it's not your blood, then let me see." He moves his hands to your hips, clawing at the bottom of your chest plate.

You grab his wrist, pushing them away. The two of you continue going back and forth, gripping and pushing at each other. It's been a while since someone challenged you like this, one on one. No one back on the Frieza Force would have dared to go against your wishes. Goku's different from them. He's not afraid of you, and it doesn't seem that he'll give up anytime soon. You would've never pegged Kakarot for the stubborn type. Maybe there's still a bit of true Saiyan nature in him, after all. And as infuriating as he is, you can't say you're disappointed. "Knock it off, Kakarot!" 

"Stop being such a baby, and let me help you." If you were in a public setting, those passing by might have believed you were a couple. Having one of those sweet but sicking play fights. While in reality, that was far from the truth. This proves just how thin the line between love and hate truly is. 

"I don't want your help!" You stop fighting him, crossing your arms over your chest, denying him access to your upper half. 

You thought you had outsmarted him, that was until his hands landed on the sides of your top. "Fine. I'll just tear your armor off then."

You stare at him in disbelief. "Do you have no boundaries?" He has to be bluffing, right? No one could be this shameless. However, the look on his face, mixed with his grip on your top tightening, tells you a whole different story. He's serious about this. "Wait---" You place one of your hands on his chest. "If you back off, and shut up. I'll take it off."

He complies with your terms, stepping back, pressing his lips into a thin line. Your hands are violently shaking as you slowly move them to the corners of your chest piece. You've stripped your armor off in front of Raditz, Nappa, and Cado a million times before. So why does this feel so different?

You steadily pull your tunic above your head, slipping your chest piece off your body, leaving you in your nylon blue sports bra. And it really doesn't leave much to the imagination. You turn your head, finally getting to see the wound yourself. It's much deeper than you thought, but due to your Saiyan genetics, it's already healing quite nicely. "Are you pleased? Now, will you finally shut up?"

Feeling self-conscious from his gaze, you cross your arms over your chest again. "No. Why would I be happy about this? It looks, really, bad Y/N." Why does he care about your physical condition? At the end of the day, you're enemies, and your nauseating alliance is only temporary. You just don't understand him. You can't read him either, so you have no clue what he'll do next. And it's driving you mad. 

"Wait." He grins. "I brought Senzu Beans with me." A Senzu what now? Those must be those healing beans he gave Krillin and Gohan back on Earth. He searches his pockets, only to come up empty-handed. He grabs his head as a look of realization crosses his features. "I'm so stupid. I left them on the ship."

Well, there's one thing you both agree on, Kakarot does have a moronic nature. "Hey, relax. I'm fine, Kakarot." You wrap your tail around your waist, applying pressure to your wound. "This is all I need to do. I've done this several times before, and look, I'm still standing, aren't I?"

Your assurance doesn't seem to be enough for Goku. "Please--- just let me help you." He's pleading with you. Does he really have no ulterior motives? Does he really just want to help you? You'd typically laugh at someone pleading with you, but when it's from him. It makes you uncharacteristically sad.

Those puppy dog eyes should be illegal. You swear Goku would be able to make you do anything just with that one look. "O-Ok." Did you seriously just agree? How can a simple glance make you so weak? An expression like that would typically make you sick. Maybe the amount of blood you've lost has made you delirious. That's a plausible explanation. You're clearly doing everything under Namek's three suns to evade the possibility that these new strange feelings could be your own mind's fabrication. 

He removes the cord holding his gi together, causing the orange fabric to hang loose. You now have a clear view of his torso, revealing the blue undershirt that was once hidden under his gi. He slips the shirt off, ripping the bottom of his shirt into strips. "You know I might not be the smartest guy in the world. But I do know that you have to keep wounds clean to avoid infection." He kneels in front of you, giving himself easier access to your side. You don't mind. Him leaning down to help you would've probably made you even more flustered. 

His hand brushes against your tail, causing you to jump. He stares at you in alarm. "Sorry, I forgot that hurts you."

"I-It didn't hurt. I trained myself out of that weakness a long time ago. It's just a sensitive area still." He nods as you uncoil your tail, giving him direct access to your injury. He wraps the strips of cloth around your torso. The fabric is in replacement of a bandage, not bad for a makeshift patch-up at all. You've seen Nappa and Raditz do much worse.

Goku stands back up, tying his gi back together. "See. Good as new." That dopey smile on his face really makes you want to punch him. His facial expression may be causing you mild irritation, and his words had no humor to them, but you can no longer hold back your fit of laughter that is now escaping your lips. "What's so funny?"

"You are."

He pouts, which only makes you laugh more. "I'm not funny."

"Oh, yes you are, Kakarot. Everything about your existence is either. A. amusing or B. irritating." You're about to berate him even further, but you stop yourself. Someone is standing directly above you, and It isn't Ginyu this time. Their power level is far too low. It's not anyone you're currently aligned with either. By now, you know Vegeta's power level by heart, and you were able to memorize the other's energy levels during your previous encounter with them. So it's best to assume that above you is one of Frieza's minions. 

You do have a weapon at your disposal. No one knows that Goku is here except for you. And you intend to use that piece of knowledge to your advantage. You grab his wrist, pulling Goku back to the wall, successfully switching positions with him.

 You look up, getting a good look at the figure above you. Just your luck, it's Jeice. What's next? Will a scorned, old flame of yours show up in an attempt to win you back? Or will Frieza show up for a tea party?

Sadly, it's too late for you to duck back into the corner. That prick already saw you. You move out into the open, keeping Jeice off Kakarot's scent. A self-satisfied grin appears on Jeice lips as he admires your practically bare torso. "Hello, love. You having fun down there?"

"Oh, it's a real party, Jeice." His gaze makes your skin crawl differently. Kakarot's makes you nervous, but Jeice's makes you want to hurl.  

"I have to say, Y/N. I am surprised you'd fall for something so simple-minded."

You turn your head, subtly glaring at Goku. "You're right. That's not like me at all. I must have had a severe lapse in judgment."

"Well, gorgeous. Looks like today's your lucky day. I'll pull you up, but under one condition." You wouldn't accept his aid even if there wasn't a catch. You'd rather spend an eternity in the pit with Kakarot than owe Jeice any favors. "All you have to do is betray Vegeta, re-pledge your allegiance to Lord Frieza, and of course, become my wife."

You scoff, shaking your head. "Ya, no chance in hell I'm doing any of that."

"Oh, come on, Y/N. You'd rather be stuck down there, all alone. Then be with me."

"I wish I was alone right now." You mutter to yourself. Whether this statement was directed at Jeice of Goku is unclear, but it's most likely the latter.

He moves his hand to his scouter. "I didn't quite catch that Y/N. Was that your native tongue? Or were you just whispering?"

"I said I'd rather rot down here! And by the way, the only thing less appealing than death on this shitty planet would be marrying you."

He scowls at you. "I was trying to play nice, but now I see that's not a viable option. So if you insist you'd rather die down there, I won't be the one to stop you. Just know, you lost your only chance of leaving this damn rock alive." He takes off, now in an irritable mood. Maybe you should've played nice and asked him about Vegeta and the others. It probably doesn't matter either way. Who's to say Jeice would've told the truth.

Goku walks over to you, sheepishly handing you your chest piece. You find him much less irritating now. It turns out Kakarot isn't the worst being you could've been trapped with. It could've been much worse. You could be stuck down here with Jeice instead.

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The group of four has covered a lot of ground, considering what terrible shape they're in. Recoome really did a number on them, especially Vegeta. He's limping while the others are still able to walk with only mild discomfort. After Vegeta was down for the count, it took Gohan, Krillin, and Raditz all together to finish Recoome off. Raditz is by far in the best shape of the group. Since he jumped in last, getting the KO. The other three would've been executed without the intervention of the largest Saiyan. And lady luck appeared to be on their side because Jeice fled shortly after Recoome fell. A few weeks ago, this group teaming up would've been unimaginable, former allies, enemies, and friends alike, with the lines between each category, quickly blurring together.

The issue with you suppressing your power level is now more prominent than ever. They can't easily locate you, so a search party is sadly the best they can do. Vegeta knew he should've gotten you chipped when he had the chance. He'd be able to locate you anywhere, anytime he wanted. So what if it violated your privacy. If it was up to Vegeta, you'd be one leash by now.

Gohan turns to his uncle. "Do you think Y/N's alright?"

"She's fine. Y/N's incredibly resourceful. If she couldn't surpass him in strength, she'd be able to easily outwit him. Y/N's always done as she's pleased, so it's not surprising if she got a bit carried away." Raditz knows you're alive. He can feel it. A creature as brain-dead as Burter wouldn't be the one to take you out. You'd definitely go out with a bigger bang.

"Stop the chit-chat, and stay focused!" Vegeta snarls at the uncle-nephew duo.

Raditz lowers his voice to a whisper. "Don't mind him. Vegeta's just worried."

"Shut your damn mouth, Raditz! Before I shut it for you, permanently." Raditz's eyes widen in terror as he frantically restarts his search. Pissing off Vegeta right now would not be an intelligent choice.

They explore another good portion of the planet. The only downside is they haven't found any sign of life. The group was about to pause and rest until a strange ship entered their field of vision. Krillin's eyes widen, a grin spreading across his lips. As he reads the words located on the side of the vessel. He begins sprinting toward the machine with Gohan not far behind. "Capsule Corp! We're saved!" 

Vegeta and Raditz observe the two in bewilderment. Vegeta never thought that Raditz could ever be the second smartest person in his vicinity. Today is just full of surprises. "Slow down, you neanderthals!" Vegeta shouts. "It could be a trap." The two Saiayn's have obviously seen more of the world. Even a fool like Raditz understands protocol about behavior on a foreign planet.

The pair ignore their Saiyan allies. With Krillin entering the ship first. "Goku?" He shouts.

"Dad?" Gohan enters the ship, only to find no sign of his father. The pair begin searching the aircraft, looking for clues to where Goku's whereabouts may be. The two Saiyan's tread carefully into the ship. Nothing seems dangerous at the moment. And they wouldn't put it past Kakarot to abandon the only source of transportation off this damn planet. Gohan furrows his brows. "Where could he have gone?"

"Do you guys think he could've been captured? Krillin's question was directed toward the Saiyan's. Vegeta and Raditz both know what the Frieza Force can do while he and Gohan are basically fish out of water.

"Relax." Raditz is the one to break the silence. "If Kakarot was captured, we'd all already know."

"There would be signs of a struggle. And extreme damage to the outside terrain. Kakarot left on his own accord, now let's go, we now have two fools to find."

Krillin was about to follow Vegeta's orders until his eyes land on a small bag. "Wait." He grabs the bag from the table. "If this is what I think it is--- it is. Leave it to Goku to forget an entire bag of Senzu beans." He pulls one of the green beans out of the bag, tossing it to Gohan and grabbing another for himself. 

He throws the bag at Raditz, who catches it with ease. The Saiyan watches the earthling and half-breed eat them first. Their injuries heal instantly, so it isn't poison. That small fact seems to be enough for Raditz, as he eats one of the beans himself. 

After he heals, he hands the bag to Vegeta. "Wait! Raditz!" Krillin shrieks. He's aware that their alliance is quite temporary and will probably end once they successfully disband the Ginyu Force.

Krillin charges at Vegeta, only to be stopped by Raidtz's hand. Which is placed firmly against his forehead, the Saiyan can hold him back with ease. "Stop. You know we can't do this on our own, even with Kakarot's help. Take it from someone who personally knows Frieza and the Ginyu Force. We need him."

Vegeta holds the Senzu bean in his hand, eyeing it skeptically. Before tossing it in his mouth, chewing it slowly. His eyes flash in amazement as his substantial injuries heal instantly. Even though he's seen the bean work wonders before, he still can't believe its capabilities. 

"Do you guys think that Goku and Y/N could be together?" Krillin's question makes a lot of sense, and unknowingly to him, very accurate. 

Vegeta sighs. "It's a possibility." The idea alone makes Vegeta cringe. Just the possibility of you being alone with Kakarot makes him irritable. 

"Well, if they're together, that's a good thing, right?" Gohan's cheerful voice cuts in. "It should be easier to find them, then."

Raditz snickers. "But, will they both be alive? That's the million-dollar question."

Krillin's eyes widen. It wouldn't surprise him if Goku's personality pushed you over the realm of sanity. He sometimes even feels like he's losing his mind when he's with his childhood friend. "Good point. If that's the case, we better step up our game."

The group of four exits the ship, continuing their search. And it doesn't take long for them to discover something else that stops them in their tracks. They located Burter's corpse, more specifically a headless Burter. Decapitation seems to be your go-to method of execution today. It's good to mix things up once in a while.

"Well, it looks like we know what happened here." You jump up in the pit. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. As always, your big brother, Vegeta, comes to your rescue.

"Vegeta! Get me the hell out of here!" Vegeta furrows his brows, desperately looking in all directions. He flys up to get a birds-eye view of the landscape. A higher altitude should be beneficial in tracking you down.

As soon as you hear Vegeta's obnoxious laughter, you know he's found you. He lands on the side of the dip in the ground. "Looks like you're in quite the predicament there, baby sister!" You've never been happier to see that arrogant smirk before in your life. 

"Vegeta, come on, get me out of here! I can't take another second of this torture."

"I don't know." Vegeta rubs his chin. "You did leave me alone, with those three idiots. Maybe I should leave you down there with Kakarot so you can learn a lesson."

"Come on, Vegeta. You know we don't have time for this." Raditz places a large branch in the pit. You should easily be able to climb up it. The barrier is only activated for those inside the hole. So it should cause a rift when something is poking out of it.

You place your hands on the wood as you start shimming upwards. You wince in pain, stumbling a bit. Your injury must be affecting you more than you thought. Goku quickly grabs you, placing his hands on your hips holding you in place.

"D- Don't touch me!"

Goku sighs. Your hot and cold behavior is really confusing to him. "I was just trying to help you. You were gonna fall."

"As we discussed before. I don't want your help." You pull yourself up the rest of the way up, rushing to Raditz. You wrap your arms around the giant, desperately clinging to him. "I take back every bad thing I've ever said about you."

Raditz furrows his brows, looking over your head at his brother, who had just climbed back to the surface. "God, Kakarot. What did you do to her?"

"Relax, you drama queen. You were only down there for about an hour or so." Vegeta pulls you off Raditz as your hand quickly lands over the sight of your wound. There's no need to worry Vegeta about this. It's just a minor scratch, that's all. He scans his eyes over your from, checking for any irregularities. "No injuries. All your limbs are intact. I'm surprised."

"Well, actually---" You slap Goku's leg with your tail, causing him to yelp out in pain. 

"Yep, I'm all good." You plaster an ingenuine smile on your face.

Gohan, Krillin, and Goku all have a little reunion. The rest of you will not take any part in that conversation. Kakarot's arrival isn't something to celebrate. He won't be your saving grace. "So, what's our next move?" Raditz turns to Vegeta. It's almost like nothing has changed. Like you've stepped into a time machine and went back to a much simpler time. Back when things were much less complicated.

"We go find Ginyu and Jeice too." Vegeta turns to you. "That red menace got away."

"I know. Jeice paid Kakarot and me a visit. Putting it simply, he's not gonna be in very high spirits."

Raditz chuckles. "Well, getting turned down so many times can't be good for his ego. Especially by the ice princess."

"She's far from an ice princess. Saiyan-wise, my sister is actually quite friendly. Out of our entire bloodline, I'd say she has the best people skills. She knows how to work a crowd. That's why our father wanted to put her in charge of foreign affairs."

"Was that a compliment, Vegeta?"

"I wouldn't dare." He pauses, turning to the other three. "Alright, let's get this over with. I don't want to spend any more time with you fools than necessary."

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The group is finally reunited. But what does Captain Ginyu have in store for our heroes? And will Jeice ever get Y/N's attention? Find out in the next chapter of The Princess of All Saiyans..

[kill-the-feels]

Teacher

a/n: it’s lil’ ol’ me again, back with the next installment of rex and the mechanic! this one took a while to write because i kept getting distracted but thank you to everyone who has liked/commented/reblogged. i adore you all!!💜💜

word count: 1.6k

warnings: this one’s got some suggestive content at the end (nothing major) and a whooole lotta fluff.

Finding things to do in between battles is always a challenge, and it often results in impromptu shows of skills. Sometimes, this comes in the form of sparring, especially when everyone is itching for a fight. But more often than not, it‘s target practice.

There‘s a healthy little competition between the troopers, made even bigger when more than one company of men are on a mission.

You watch as Rex takes aim at a target. His hand is steady, hips cocked at an angle.

Normally, the 501st captain keeps himself above all this. But this time, he’s in full-blown show off mode.

The blaster bolt rips through the air and lands smack in the middle of the target.

The 501st boys crow out insults to the 212th boys. You laugh, content to watch from your spot on the ground.

This mission to Jakku has been hot and long, with little relief. You can only imagine the troopers are just as happy as you are that night is finally setting in.

“Th’ commander could never beat that,” Fives shouts, and the 212th is quick to shout insults back. Commander Cody is nowhere to be seen, and you figure he’s probably made himself scarce to avoid all this. A wise choice, you’re starting to think, as two troopers exchange friendly punches.

You roll your eyes, taking another bite of your rations. Rex holsters his blaster, ignoring the jeers. He takes his seat beside you, his hand finding yours. In the low light, it’s impossible to notice the action unless someone is really looking.

You tighten your grip on him.

“At least our mechanic can shoot,” Boil, one of the 212th, shouts.

“His foot, maybe,” Fives calls back. He looks at you. It’s a challenge. The 212th mechanic, a civilian Twi’lek, stands up, cracking his knuckles.

“I’m not shooting a blaster,” you tell Rex. The other mechanic takes aim and fires. It’s a good shot; just a little to the left of the middle.

“Let’s go,” Fives shouts. “The 501st could beat that in their sleep.”

“Let’s see it then!” someone calls. All eyes turn to you and it goes silent.

“Rex, I really can’t shoot,” you murmur. He’s casually neutral, but you feel his thumb rub over the back of your hand, reassuring. Further insults are being hurled in the lull between shooters.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he says, tone even and leaving no room to argue.

“But, sir-” Fives protests, mouth open in surprise. Rex raises an eyebrow.

“I said, I think that’s enough. It’s been plenty loud for one night.” As if on cue, Cody materializes, breaking up the two squads, and reminding troopers that above all, they’re still in battle. Noise and light infractions - like that of stray blaster bolts - are strictly prohibited.

Rex releases your hand and stands up.

“See you in a bit?” you whisper. He nods, already tugging his helmet back on.

The two of you are in no hurry to flaunt your relationship for all eyes to see. So, if that means quick handholding and unspoken communication, that’s what it will be.

*****

He finds you before you find him the next morning. You’re under the belly of an LAAT/i, which’s had sand wreak havoc on its internals. There’s a fine layer of grit and grease on everything. It’s hot work - there’s little shade, even underneath the transport, and durasteel retains heat like nothing else.

Someone grabs your ankle and pulls you out. You’re in an irritated mood already, and you come out ready to hurl insults at whoever just greeted you in such a way.

“Oh. It’s you.” Rex’s helmet, with it’s Jaig Eyes stares down at you.

“Hello to you too,” he says drily. You wipe some of the grit off your face with your sleeve.

“Sorry. I’m just frustrated.” He helps you up, hand coming up to wipe some of the grit you missed on your forehead.

“So you could use a break?” You consider him.

“Well, yes. But the 212th mechanic isn’t taking a break.” Actually, you haven’t see him since earlier in the day, and the area he’d been working in is strangely quiet.

“Forget that. I could use a break.” You follow Rex into the hot sunshine, already missing the little shade afforded by the LAAT/i. He takes you outside of the camp, to a twisted hunk of metal that used to be a large droid.

It, apparently, never stood a chance against the clones.

Rex offers you his blaster. You take it gingerly, looking between it and him in confusion.

“What’s this for?” He backs the two of you up a few paces.

“I think it’s time you learned to shoot, don’t you?” You laugh, figuring he’s kidding.

“There’s no reason for me to shoot. I’m never in the battles and we’ve already established I can hold my own in hand-to-hand.” You, in fact, cannot hold your own in hand-to-hand.

Rex snorts.

“That was not holding your own. That was you cheating.” He’s talking about the one and only time you tried to spar Rex. (It ended up with Rex on the floor and you on top of him.)

“If it worked, was it really cheating?” He ignores you, pointing at the blaster.

“Everyone should know how to shoot. Now, you want to make sure your hand is steady when you take the shot. It will help improve your aim. Point the blaster at the target.” You’re used to working with your hands, so you figure this won’t be too hard.

Except it is. Rex goes through a whole litany of rules, then tells you to fire, but before you can even pull the trigger, he leans in close.

“Safety’s still on, Cyar’ika,” he says. You grit your teeth, flicking it off.

The first shot misses, as do the second and third. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the frustration. You don’t like doing something if you aren’t good at it. And shooting? You’re not good at it.

“Concentrate,” Rex says. You side-eye him.

“I am.” He reaches around and supports your arm.

“On the target, not the gun.” You take a deep breath, firing again. This time, it hits the very top of the target. Good enough for you.

“Yes!” Rex pulls out his other blaster.

“Good shot,” he says. He fires without even looking. It hits dead center.

“Show off,” you mutter.

“You’ll get there one day,” he responds, and even though his helmet is still on, you can tell he’s smiling.

Rex has you practice a few more shots, and by the end, he’s standing right behind you, arms wrapped around our waist and helping you aim as he points out various tips. The warmth of the day doesn’t compare to the way his touch makes you feel.

The sun is going down by the time you’ve made three decent, consecutive shots. Rex has removed his helmet, leaving it sitting in the sand.

You lower the blaster and survey the shots.

“Good job,” he says, resting his head on your shoulder. The closer the two of you have gotten, the more touchy he is. You lean your own head down on his.

“I’ve got a good teacher.” You know the two of you need to head back - if they haven’t missed you by now, they’ve definitely missed Rex - but there’s a cool breeze blowing by, and the stars are starting to come out.

“Maybe you can teach me how to hot wire next,” he says. “Show me how to steal a ship.” You attempt to swat at him.

“I don’t know how to steal a ship. It’s illegal.” He catches your hand, so you start to sweep your leg back, with the goal of knocking him off his feet. It works, but he pulls you down with him. You’ll have sand everywhere. (It’s worth it.)

He rolls over, propping up on his elbow and leaning over you.

“We should get back,” you murmur. His gaze flicks down to your lips.

“In a minute.” Rex kisses you then, lips hot and needy. He bites your bottom lip, drawing a little moan from you. Your hands come up, cupping his face, then sliding to the back of his head and pulling him closer. His chest presses against yours, and your legs tangle together. It’s been awhile since the two of you’ve been able to do something like this, and it shows in the way you kiss. Pent up passion fights for an out. You claw your hand down his back, intent on getting the armor off, as his own hands start working the top portion of your jumpsuit off.

Rex’s comm lights up.

“Sir? We need you at base camp. Can you hear me? Sir?” It’s Fives. Rex groans, head falling down to your chest.

“Kriff,” he sighs. He hates to leave. The moonlight looks lovely on you; flushed and aroused, laying there beneath him. And he’s no better than you. There’s a lovely pink flush on his cheeks, and his codpiece is achingly tight.

“I guess we should go,” you say finally. He nods, loathe to get up.

“Sir?” Rex finally stands, answering Fives while you compose yourself. He picks up his helmet from the ground, and you adjust your jumpsuit top. You wait until he clicks the comm back off.

“Thank you. For teaching me, that is,” you say. He gives you a tender smile.

“Anytime.”

[a-dorin]

the discovery - kylo ren

word count: 2,825

warnings: mentions of sex, cursing, teasing, some angst

a/n: this is the fourth part of my kylo ren series i have been writing. the first three parts are linked here! enjoy <3

summary: after kylo heads off to fulfill his daily duties as supreme leader, you receive a surprise visit from your guards, along with the return of your droid. you begin to experiment with your thoughts, which leads to you uncovering some shocking information about you and your abilities.

you felt soft lips press against your collarbone, causing you to stir. blearily, you opened your eyes, adjusting to the dim light. the only light filtered in through the viewports, provided by the stars. 

“good morning,” you murmured, sleep still thick in your voice.

“good morning, angel,” kylo gave your neck another small kiss, his morning voice ragged.

god, you loved the way he sounded in the morning. it was just so attractive to you. you wished you could hear it all the time, as it was about an octave lower than it normally was. it almost sounded the same as his voice when it was modulated by his mask. you didn’t want to admit it, but you also enjoyed the way kylo sounded when he wore his mask. it was just too attractive to you. 

“what time is it?” you snuggled into kylo’s warm chest, adjusting your head so that it fell directly on kylo’s heart. 

his heartbeat was rhythmic, thudding softly in his chest. it was slow, providing you comfort as cuddled kylo, grateful for the warmth radiating off his body. you couldn’t see, but kylo’s cheeks were a slight tinge pink. your action surprised him for a second, but he was adoring every minute of it now. the sight of you in his embrace filled him with a warm happiness. you didn’t realize it, but you were the man’s muse. his greatest weakness.  

“about six-thirty in the morning,” he answered, kissing the top of your head.

kylo began to run his fingers through your soft hair, inhaling your scent. it reminded him of wildflowers, which he adored. he even caught of a trace of his scent on you, which he loved even more. it only reminded him the night before. 

“it’s too early,” you whined, pouting. 

“i have duties to attend to,” he rumbled, “you can stay here, if you wish.”

“but you won’t be with me,” a sigh escaped your lips. 

“oh i will be,” kylo countered, “i hate to do this, but i really must go, angel. i still have to shower, dress, and gather my paperwork for today.”

“it can waitttt,” you rolled your body so you were now on top of kylo, your head level with his.

kylo’s eyes peered past your head, licking his lower lip as his hands ran down the sides of your body. you hadn’t been up long and you were already tempting the supreme leader, as your thighs were illuminated in the dim light. you lips were slightly swollen, and love bites trailed down your neck. kylo brought his hand to your neck, brushing the hair out of the way. 

“don’t tempt me,” he smirked, enticed by the darkness of the marks. the whole ship would know how you were his, and he enjoyed the thought of it too much. 

“how noticeable are they?” you raised a brow. 

kylo’s eyes met yours, “pretty noticeable baby.”

you couldn’t help but melt at the nickname. yet, you tried holding your composure, “i’m going to kill you.” 

“you won’t,” kylo countered your tone with a smug smile. 

without warning, kylo held you tightly against his chest as he rolled over, pinning you to the mattress. his lips met yours, kissing you forcefully. his tongue swiped your bottom lip, and he sucked on it slightly. you whined softly, turning him on even more. 

“i have to go,” his voice was ragged as he pulled away. 

a frown formed, “do you want me to complete any tasks for you today?”

kylo shook his head, “if i do, i’ll reach out to you.”

“do you have to go?” you hated how desperate kylo left you. how he made you ache for his touch. how even the sound of his voice made you flustered. how his kisses left you breathless. 

“i do,” kylo gave you one last kiss. he got off the bed, heading towards the refresher. 

you sighed loudly, pulling the cover over you. the sound of the water from the shower filled the room, almost lulling you to sleep. five minutes passed, and soon kylo’s footsteps entered the room once more. you rolled over, peering over at him. 

his muscles in his back rippled as he opened the door of his wardrobe, searching for a tunic. droplets of water glittered on his skin in the dim light, and his black hair was messy. your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him retrieve pants, his towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. 

kylo got dressed quickly, wrapping his cape over his shoulders. you continued to watch sneakily as he retrieved his paperwork for the day. it must have been a slow day, full of meetings. kylo muttered to himself as he laced up his boots, the words too low for you to understand. within thirty seconds, he was out the door, his mask shielding his face. 

minutes later, loud knocking startled you. hesitantly, you slipped out of the bed, kylo’s tunic hanging loosely on your body. you reached the doors, pulling them open. bubba and phoenix stood at the doorway, jet at their feet. 

“holy shit!” phoenix gasped, pressing a hand to his helmet. 

“you look drained,” bubba remarked, “did the supreme leader a little too rough with you last night?” 

“thank you,” you rolled your eyes, “good morning to you too.”

“we’re just teasing,” phoenix raised his hands in defense, “can we come in?”

“are you allowed to?” you snorted. 

“sure we are,” bubba nodded, the two troopers walking into the quarters. jet followed their lead, whistling excitedly when you kneeled, giving him a tight hug. 

“i missed you too,” you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his head, “did everything get fixed?”

“yes ma'am,” phoenix answered, “brand new parts and everything. only the best for you and your droid, jet. he’s a cute little fellow.”

“be careful,” you stood, smirking, “he can kill you both.”

“THAT THING CAN KILL?” bubba shouted, pointing to jet. 

“uh yeah?” you raised a brow, “it’s in his programming. it’s not his first duty, but he is a class four security droid. jet’s main duty is to protect me. my father bought him from a man involved in some smuggling droid ring. jet was almost scrapped for parts until my father stepped in. ever since, he’s bonded with me. he can take someone out, i promise. i’ve seen it.”

“oh wow,” phoenix gawked at jet, kneeling to the floor, “you’re really cool, little guy.”

“he doesn’t like ‘little guy’,” the two soldiers both glanced at one another, as if saying fuck simultaneously, “but he does allow it, since he is smaller than most droids.”

phoenix stood back up, dusting off his knee, “the thing i can’t believe, however, is how you literally had sex in that bed. how was it? is he hung?”

you almost choked, “phoenix.”

“sorry,” he coughed, “we should probably get out of here, though. we just wanted to bring jet to you, and ask you how last night was.”

“the two of you are pretty nosy,” you huffed, crossing your arms. 

“we’re your best friends,” bubba protested, “we just want to be in the know!”

bubba did have a point. the only three people you knew on the ship were kylo, bubba, and phoenix. you hadn’t really been in contact with many others. you wondered if it was kylo’s orders or if it was because you hadn’t ventured out much. it was slightly difficult, as your time had been spent with strictly kylo. 

“can i tell you guys at breakfast?” you raised your brow. 

the boys nodded enthusiastically, “of course! do whatever you need to do, then just buzz for us on that intercom when you’re ready.”

“what intercom?” 

“the one on the wall over there,” phoenix nodded at the wall behind you, “don’t worry, it’s not broadcasted over the entire ship. we have special radios in our armor. our contacts are on that list attached to the wall. just buzz one of us, and we’ll swing back through here. sound good?”

“yep!” you gushed, “i’ll see the two of you soon.”

phoenix and bubba waved goodbye, exiting kylo’s quarters. the doors closed, the echo filling the room. you let out a sigh when you realized you had no clean clothes to change into. maybe you could just wear kylo’s tunic temporarily till you were back at your own quarters. but what were you going to do about underwear and pants? 

marching towards a mirror on the wall, you inspected your reflection. when you saw it, an audible gasp fell out of your mouth. your hair wasn’t messy, which was good. however, a trail of love bites were painted down the side of your neck, ending on your collarbone. they weren’t light either. they were a deep purple, with tones of pinks. you swallowed, your fingertips subconsciously grazing over your skin. 

“fuck.” you mumbled as you lifted up the tunic to see more marks all over your chest. there were a few leading down to the waistband of your underwear, but they were already faded. 

the thing was, you didn’t even remember kylo being that rough with you. the sex between the two of you was gentle, as it was kylo’s first time. who knew what kylo was capable of as he got more experienced. you shuddered slightly, secretly enjoying the way kylo marked you up. 

as more light entered the room, a gleaming object came from the corner of your eye. you turned, focusing in on it. it was shiny, and small as it sat on kylo’s desk on the opposite side of the room. your curiosity compelled you to check it out, stepping towards the desk. 

as you got closer, the object looked like an ordinary hunk of shiny dark metal. you picked it up, inspecting it. however, a small realization washed over you as you held it, feeling the cool metal creeping into your skin. 

you were holding kylo ren’s lightsaber. his prized weapon. you swallowed, trying to find the button to turn it on. thirty seconds later, you found it, the lightsaber crackling as it came to to life. the room glowed a slight red color as you held it, illuminating your face. in awe, you flicked your wrist in a few experimental movements. the lightsaber followed, humming. 

put that down. kylo’s deep voice rumbled in your thoughts, startling you. you let out a yelp, the saber creating a loud clanging sound as it thudded on the floor. 

you pouted, a small feeling of guilt washing over you as kylo caught you in your act. it’s not like you meant to find it. he was the one who left it laying there in the first place. also, you were drawn to the saber by an unknown force. maybe it was the force itself. you were unsure. 

“how come you never let me in your head?” you asked the question aloud, challenging kylo. 

you have to be patient. kylo was more gentle this time. i’ll train you, angel. i promise. we might even have time to train today. it will come naturally to you, with time. 

kylo’s words were reassuring, and you felt slightly better about being scolded. the thought of a training session excited you, especially since kylo was the one teaching you. he was going to be your master. 

sighing, you sat on kylo’s bed. jet was speeding through the room, inspecting it for security. you giggled to yourself, watching jet as he checked every inch of the room for he slightest sign of danger. 

you closed your eyes, your mind wandering to kylo. maybe if you concentrated, you would be able to see him. after all, you longed to see him again, more than anything. his absence was creating a gaping hole in your thoughts. 

suddenly, you were transported to a cold room, the air hitting your exposed skin. you shivered, goosebumps covering your body. the room was full of other first order generals, engineers, etc. it appeared to you to be the control room of the ship, as there were mass amounts of control panels. kylo sensed your sudden presence, turning around. pure shock filled his face, his lips parted, an eyebrow raised.

“can you see me?” in fact, you could see kylo clearly. he was without his mask, which was surprising to you. from the moment you met him, you knew he didn’t take it off often, if at all, around others. 

“yes.”

kylo gazed at you, his eyes traveling down your figure, wandering back up to meet your eyes. he swallowed, “the sight of you is too much to handle right now.”

“am i being a distraction?” you frowned. 

“no,” kylo shook his head, “they can’t see you. only i can.”

“oh,” you sucked in a breath, “well, i’ll leave you be.”

“actually,” he put out a hand, “i’m going to excuse myself from my duties momentarily. we need to talk.” 

after his statement, you snapped open your eyes, sitting up on the bed, alarmed. what the hell just happened to you? how could you see kylo so clearly? why did he need to talk to you? 

confusion overwhelmed you, making your mind buzz. as soon as you searching for answers in your head, kylo entered the room. he closed the doors, and faced you, “you’re more powerful than i thought.”

“what do you mean?” his statement worried you. what power was he referring to?

“you’re more force sensitive than i initially believed,” kylo repeated, placing his hands on your shoulders, “(y/n) (y/l/n), who were your parents?”

“they were nobodies,” you were quiet, “i was raised on a neutral planet. my parents were just civilians. my father worked as a medic, and my mother was involved with childcare.”

“do they have ties with the siths or jedis?” kylo’s eyes desperately searched yours for answers. 

“kylo,” your lip trembled, “what are you talking about?”

“i knew you were special because of several visions i have witnessed,” he led you to the bed, sitting down, “something within me, the force, drew me to you. i just knew i had to find you. there’s a special bond between us, (y/n), and it was created by the force. do you know what the force is?”

“isn’t that a myth? isn’t it a bedtime story to tell little children?”

“no,” kylo shook his head, “the force is not a myth. it is very real. it’s the reason why we’re so drawn to one another. it’s the reason why i can see your thoughts, and you can view mine. the force is so powerful and mysterious, even i, someone who has been trained by a jedi master, cannot understand it. in time, we will learn more. we will learn about this bond together. i can promise you that i never intend to leave your side, (y/n). this all must be extremely overwhelming and confusing to you, and i apologize. but this is the best way i can explain it all to you.”

“it’s still pretty confusing,” the amount of information kylo just told you was extremely overwhelming. it caused you to panic, your palms beginning to clam up. your internal temperature rose, causing a small sweat to form on your forehead. you bit your lip, careful not to meet kylo’s eyes.

“you don’t have to be strong,” he murmured, placing a hand on your thigh, “it’s okay. i’m here.”

tears streamed down your cheeks, and you broke down. you were scared. in fact, you were beyond scared. you were terrified. what did this all mean? what was the force? what was a jedi? why were you, of all people in the universe, chosen to have this special bond with a man who was tied to the dark side? 

kylo wrapped you in his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. soft, gentle kisses peppered your forehead as you sobbed in his arms, “i’m right here, (y/n). i’m here.”

“i’m scared,” you cried. 

“please don’t be frightened,” his words soothed you, “you’re so so special, (y/n). i wish you could see yourself how i see you.”

“but you don’t feel that way, it’s that stupi-”

“don’t you dare start,” kylo’s tone shifted to frustration, “even though we possess a bond created by the force, i am the one who dictates my emotions. this hasn’t changed the way i feel about you. from the moment i saw you, i knew you were the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. i’m still attracted to you, in more ways than just the force.” 

his words eased some of your anxiety, the feeling dissolving. you nuzzled your head into his chest, grateful for his presence. you glanced up, noticing kylo’s small smile. 

“after all, you’re doing something to me that no woman has done before.”

“and that is?” a blush spread onto your cheeks.

“you’re making me fall for you.”

a/n: ummmm.. so i’m in love when it comes to writing about phoenix and bubba. would anyone want to read their backstories? i feel like they would be really interesting! and if you want me to add you to my tag list, lemme know ! 

tagged list: @kpatz @lookinsidemyhead​ @bqbyl0n​

[dragonrajafanfiction]

Oral Tradition

It was a little past midnight as the weary-eyed students picked up their luggage from the jet. The entire back of the plane had lifted up and a conveyor belt rolled out the attack aircraft they would be using  for the mission. It was like the big Beluga whale plane was giving birth to a killer barracuda.

The jet was outfitted with high powered explosives. The outer shell was made of a material that would shatter and turn into thousands of razor blades, just like the Storm Torpedo had shattered Norton. Huge turrets were armed not with bullets but with thousands of needle-like projectiles like how the sky weapon had devastated Herzog. It was as if the Gear Department had taken all the technology that had been used against the dragons in recent years and put it all in one airborne package.

Brian stood, his duffle bag over one shoulder, watching Ru’Yi collect her things. She seemed sleepy but still bright and happy. He didn’t try to say hi. Their last encounter was humiliating enough. 

It has always understood that through training and learning, even the least of the Hybrids could excel in all sorts of missions in regards to dragonslaying. From the beginning, Brian had distinguished himself in that regard. But at the same time, it was understood that pedigree and bloodline could close the gap between lack of education and training.

He was sure she didn’t mean anything by it personally. She just laid out the facts to him. Ru’Yi’s father and her mother were confirmed slayers of Dragon Kings. She had a better pedigree than even the Executive Department head. Bloodline wasn’t everything, but it was one of the ways you were evaluated. Even though she was not nearly as skilled as the rest, the crowd around her couldn’t help but part now that she had so clearly conveyed to them who exactly she was. She wasn’t even aware of their reverence. She just smiled and nodded in surprise assuming they were being chivalrous when they offered to carry her bags.

He should have taken the hint from his friend Aaron but she definitely put him in his place in her own way. He had no right object any longer.

Aaron stayed next to him, grinning ear to ear.  He raised his face to the warm sea breeze and sighed. “You look like a kicked dog. Cheer up will you?”

He tilted his head to him. “Sure.”

A uniformed woman, tall, with turtle shell glasses, stepped in front of them all. A small smile graced her lips. Her skin was an exceptionally dark and silky ebony. “I’ll be taking you to your accommodations. Please follow me.” Without waiting for confirmation, she turned and started to lead them down a narrow staircase to a passageway below deck.

“Welcome to the Aido-Hwedo. For the unfamiliar, she is a Yorktown-class Aircraft carrier, staffed with 1,273 persons, not including yourselves. We sail for months at a time patrolling for any sign of dragon activity. We are currently carrying 76 aircraft: 10 Seahawk helicopters, 35 Hornets and 31 Super Hornets. Your fighter the Javelin will be making the entry into the weather anomaly but we are here to support you in any way possible. The goal of this mission will be maximum air superiority.”

Despite the age of the vessel, everything was new and state of the art. The halls were spacious enough for them to walk unobstructed even as it was bustling with people. “My name is Lieutenant Summer Hart and I’m going to be your main point of contact.” She turned on her heel to face them. “This cooperation is based on the association with Mr. Baldwin as well as on the goodwill furnished by Principal Anjou. You are representatives and ambassadors here. So don’t do anything to make Anjou sigh in heaven.” She paused a moment and then smiled. “Oh… who am I kidding, we all know he’s in Hell.”

A ripple of soft laughter came from the group. They all had no experience with Anjou in real life, but his reputation for ruthlessness outlived any other trait he had.

Lieutenant Hart continued walking down the hall. “Because you are guests here, we won’t hold you to the full responsibilities of a sailor, however, we are expecting you to be on your best behavior and to follow the schedule of the ship. You are to report at 6 am for roll call. Breakfast is at 8 am. Lunch at 12 noon and dinner at 5 pm. If you are in need of anything we do have a shopping area here on board. As a guest, you are not expected to pay but please…” She glanced behind her. “Do not abuse the privilege.”

“Part of your responsibilities will be keeping your living area clean and tidy. We do not have maid staff on this voyage. At 9 am, your sleeping area will be thoroughly checked for cleanliness and infractions will be reported. Any contraband will be confiscated.” 

The hallway came to an end and she swiped her card. The wall panel suddenly slid open and they were led to what appeared to be something almost like a hospital ward with white walls lined with art and fluorescent lighting.. “This is where you’ll be sleeping. It’s cramped I know but you won’t be here for very long. I know you’re tired from the journey.”

She suddenly turned to Ru’Yi. “Sleeping areas are strictly separated by gender so I’ll show you to the women’s quarters.” She gave the others a fierce glare. “No men are allowed in the women’s area. If you are seen there you will be thrown into the brig. The area is clearly marked.”

Ru’Yi gave a shy little wince. “I guess I have a room to myself?”

“Not really. We weren’t …” Lieutenant Hart paused, rethinking finishing that sentence. Then her smile returned. “We can discuss that later.” She raised her eyes to the rest of the group. “Do you have any questions?”

Shimoda Masato raised his hand. “This is my first time working with the West Africa Branch. Can you tell me a little about your history?”

Liutenant Hart gave a curt nod. “Hybrids have always existed in Africa. While Mesopotamia is traditionally held as the ‘cradle of civilization’, it was the African plains and low forests that birthed humanity itself. We have the oldest relationship and conflict with dragons and their kind.”

She continued. “Our oral history cannot be fully explained by your traditions of the Dark King and the Light King. Our Creation Traditions do have dual gods, Mawu and Lisa. They are Brother and Sister as well as Husband and Wife.  Mawu is Female and Lisa is Male.”

Ru’Yi rubbed her chin.  “Mawu and Lisa are the same Dark King and the Light King?”

Summer Hart shook her head. “We cannot make that assumption. There are too many differences that cannot be explained by Cassell’s traditional knowledge.”

Aaron had an eager expression, pushing to the front of the group.  “Can you give us a brief run down?”

Summer looked a bit tired but couldn’t resist such an enthusiastic and curious audience. . “It was Mawu who created the earth while riding the Rainbow serpent, Aido-Hwedo, sliding across the ground and creating the hills and mountains. After the creation was finished, Mawu felt that the Earth would sink under its own weight, so she tasked Aido-Hwedo to support the earth in its strong coils under the sea.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “In Cassell tradition, there are two Dragon Gods over all dragons, the Dark King Nidhogg and the Light King Izanami. However, in our tradition, the creator duality itself has a parent: Minona. Our traditions are passed down from her, the Mother of the Earth’s creators. She taught us to use the palm tree to tell the future, that is… Alchemy. Minona herself is a twin, sister to the god Legba, which is consistent with draconic relationships and lore. Legba is the one who gave us our Soul Skills.”

The students were whispering and murmuring among themselves after receiving so much new information.

“So, what you’re saying is there are more than two dragon gods? Then how come we don’t read about them in other histories?” Aaron asked, with a puzzled frown.

Summer Hart gave him a kind but pointed look. “Because our traditions are oral, my dear friend. We did not write them down. There are no temples to explore, no ruins, no clay tablet to find.”

Aaron sighed mournfully. “I’m sure Anjou was really curious about it too. It’s a shame he didn’t get to know any of this. I would have loved to have taken a class.”

Summer didn’t respond to that. She simply turned back to the group. “Any other questions?”

Brian lifted his hand. “What sort of kit is on this ship besides the planes?

“The ship is equipped with 8 Mark 12 5"/38 caliber guns, 45 Bofor antiaircraft guns, 32 Oerlikon cannons. All are modified to deal with dragon targets rather than fighter jets. We’re running heavy with alchemy rounds.”

Aaron blinked in shock. He didn’t expect so much artillery. “From the gear department?” 

She shook her head. “We have our own engineers and alchemists to take care of our needs. But please do not be concerned. We pride ourselves on our alchemical prowess and we have a long history of dragon slaying.”

Aaron raised his hand again. “By any chance we could maybe learn more about your type of Alchemy and Soul skills?”

“I will have to ask the brass but… highly unlikely.” She checked her watch. “I will have to take our lone lady to her sleeping quarters. I suggest you get as much rest as you can.”

[tangled-cl0wn-core]

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Without any form of bashing or lashing out, what is something you feel this fandom is missing?

 HI!! since you asked before sending it, I knew this was coming but my First Cool Guy Tumblr Ask is so neat,, anyway!!

This is my only IT-specific account, but I post almost everything I draw on my instagram, https://www.instagram.com/fabricsofteners/ (I don't know how people make links cool on tumblr aaa) I also have an AO3, https://archiveofourown.org/users/tangledheadphonecord , where I might post this one really long fic I’m working on (maybe not, as it’s super lame but God am I putting in work)? But mostly it’s just really old stuff atm, and no IT content right now - just some random drabbles from past hyperfixations tbh.

I used to be ‘fabricsofteners’ everywhere besides here - tangledheadphonecord is a username I used for my tumblr because I want a change from the fabricsofteners brand, as I've had it for quite a few years and have just grown kind of bored - just waiting a bit to change my instagram user. I also used to be ‘unbrandedmarkers’ like, three years ago on instagram? but, that era ended fast. I think I might have an old Tumblr under some variation of ‘fabric softener’ but honestly even if anything is up on it I’d probably be embarassed to look at it now.

I watched IT for the first time in 2019, I believe, but wasn’t really in the fandom until actually like, April of this year. I entered the fandom and developed a hyperfixation (sobs) by complete mistake - I read all the fics for michael mell/rich goranski on ao3, and was on a camping trip and wanted to read some Homosexual Fanfiction and literally remembered IT on a whim (rich-to-richie association) and read a bunch of Reddie fics, and it was all down (up?) hill from there.

Unshockingly, I’m sure, Reddie is my number one favourite IT ship. I’m also an enjoyer of Benverly, as well as Stanley/Patty - IT is like, the only fandom where I actually like the canon ships. I do also think Streddie/Stozier is really cute and Bill/Mike (unsure of the shipname?) is nice when I see it!! I think Reddis is cute because I am a total sucker for best-friends-to-lovers, as well asthe  ‘I tease everyone but mostly you’ and the ‘I’m so tired of you bullying me but if you ever stop I’ll cry’ and... just, the entire dynamic that they have. Stanley/Patty - there is no reasoning, I just want Stanley to be happy. Benverly - the way they were each other’s first Meaningful Interactions in so like?? agony, they’re so cute. They both deserve to be happy, and I’m so happy they find that happiness in each other. 

As for characters - Richie is absolutely my favourite. I (unfortunately /hj) kin and relate to him on so many levels it hurts. Having a character that feels that fear of their sexuality because of a horrible environment is painfully real. covering up struggles with humour and all that?? yeah, mood (also, crushing on your best friend-). What he means to me, in a sense, isn’t really canon - I read strictly fix-it fics, because I want to feel that hope that like fanon Richie, I don’t have to hide forever. I can be myself and be happy. Obviously I can’t much look to the movies or anything for that but hey - what’re Andy or Stephen gonna do, tell me to stop reading fics? 

I also really like Stanley!! I don’t,, have a reason. I just think he’s adorable and I love his dynamic with the other Losers a lot. Stanley breathed like, once, and instantly became a comfort character and not even I know why at this point, he just is. Eddie & Bev are up there, too - honestly, Bill is the only Loser I don’t have a strong attachment too. And honestly, he’s growing on me rapidly.

I mostly draw whatever my goblin hyperfixated brain can think of, as well as rebloging just about every post that I see and like (art, jokes, edits, fics, etc.) - I start and stop a lot of fics, maybe one day I’ll finish one but as of yet I have not... Sigh.

I honestly don’t think I do have anyone to tag for inspiration? I follow IT blogs but none I would go to for inspiration (no offense to any mutuals-) inspiration for me is mostly just seeing a pose and going ‘okay’ and suddenly I have a drawing - I have no clue what happens in between.

So, my current all-time favourite IT fic atm is https://archiveofourown.org/works/18213215/chapters/43087232, though I will say it’s a really heavy fic and to read with caution. Going away from Angst, any ‘famous Reddie’ AUs are amazing, but I constantly reread the entire https://archiveofourown.org/series/1560019 series. It’s cute and funny and I THRIVE for domestic Reddie content. 

Actually not Reddie, I throughly enjoyed https://archiveofourown.org/works/23201011 for giving me the Mike content the movies have robbed me of for too long, as well as https://archiveofourown.org/works/25262698 which is pure stanlon greatness and made my heart flutter for the boys more than once.

I don’t really have any IT fics up of my own creation, and honestly my reception in way of Tumblr notes is far better than I expected so honestly, I have none to link lol. As long as I get minimun interaction I will thrive.

I wish I could say I’ve been in anything like a zine or anything, but I have not! I’m relatively new to the fandom (and having a social media dedicated to one thing) so I wouldn’t even know where to begin to join or be qualified for one, y’know? I’ve done art weeks in the past and found them incredibly fun but haven’t seen any for IT - but if anyone does happen to know of any... Feel free to send them my way-

As for the last question - other than like, hyping up Chosen and Jeremy just as much as we do the other IT kids (which, honestly I’m not even sure if is still a problem - I’ve just seen posts about it and it’s made me wary), I’m not sure? I’ve honestly not encountered anything in the fandom I find awful and honestly, for a fandom about a movie that is... Well, IT, I’ve really just kind of enjoyed my time in the fandom thus far?

(I will say we need 200% more attention being drawn to 1990s adult Eddie Kaspbrak, who is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen - but I also feel that way about James Ransone, so I’m not mad.)

(Also, we should be calling out the 1990s IT more, I watched it recently and it’s so bad /lh)

Anyway!! I feel like this answer was incredibly long and I am so sorry!! But like, thank you so much for asking me anything at all fihabsfhbafb I thrive at any chance to talk about the dumb clown movie. (Also, i’m sorry I say ‘honestly’ so much-)

[inactiive-shit]

Memes Make For Serious Business

This is a little story based on this text post by @incorrectsanders​. Thank you so much for letting me write this, and also I really hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: None, methinks

Pairing: romantic analoceit (this might be my OT3. I love this ship so much and I can’t find it anywhere, god, kill me.)

Words: 1,127

(Also, Virgil is a transman in this...) (Could be relevant...)

((ALSO ALSO: THERE IS A MEMES PART 2 NOW!!!))

Please enjoy!

Virgil had been laying on the couch with his feet in Dee’s lap, drinking a smoothie. Logan was sitting on the floor in front of the couch reading. It had been a couple of movies and none of them had felt the need to move. They had officially begun their Disney Movie Marathon. It was just the three of them watching because Roman and Patton liked to watch at Roman’s house. His bed was comfier and bigger, but his brother always managed to get ahold of a copy of his key and interrupt whatever Roman was doing. And no offense to Roman, but not even Disney was worth such prolonged exposure to Remus. (Last time they had ended up with worms in their shoes, and Virgil wasn’t looking forward to seeing Patton start puking again.)

Still, they were doing the marathon separately now. They would have a trivia competition over it when they got through all the movies they could fit into the week with Logan running the whole deal to ensure fairness. (Dee still cheated, but so did Patton. It all evened out in the end.) The competition was more or less for Virgil and Roman’s competitive streak. They had tied every year, and neither would concede the other as the winner.

They had started with the classics yesterday, but then Dee had hijacked the remote and turned on Winnie the Pooh. Virgil didn’t mind watching it, but it had interrupted his streak of Disney Princesses, which he liked to do all at the same time.

He hadn't complained too much though. It seemed oddly appropriate.

“Virgil, can you get me a glass of water?” Dee asked from his end of the couch. Virgil thought about it for a moment.

“Nah.”

Dee sighed and paused the t.v. “Can you move your feet, then?” Virgil considered this too.

“I can’t,” he decided. Dee shifted to look Virgil directly in the eyes. They locked into eye contact, and Virgil smirked.

“Why not?” Dee asked. Virgil wormed one of his legs behind Dee’s back and locked his ankles together.

“I can’t,” he repeated, “because it’s bad for the baby.” There was a silence as they stared at each other, a challenge. Piglet stared judgmentally from the screen too, though Virgil didn’t remember inviting him to this conversation.

Virgil broke first. “Ask me who the baby is, Dee.”

“No.”

“C’mon Dee, ask me who the baby is.”

Dee stared right into Virgil’s soul. “No. I'm not gonna do it.”

And if you gaze for long into an Abyss, the Abyss gazes also into you, Virgil thought smugly. His stare did not waver. “Dee Bishop. Ask me who the baby is.”

“I'm not going to ask that,” Dee said stubbornly. Virgil sighed theatrically, using every ounce of Extra™ that Roman had taught him over the course of their friendship. (That was a lot of Extra™ for anybody who was curious. So much.)

“Fiiiiiine. Logan!” Virgil smacked Logan in the shoulder a few times. Logan set down his book and turned around.

“Yes, dear?” he asked.

“Ask me who the baby is,” Virgil demanded. Logan glanced between Virgil and Dee, who looked entirely exasperated. Virgil took great pride in helping Logan learn the lingo used today, but he also knew that Logan was only semi-meme literate. Their lessons were long and arduous but Logan was nothing if not a dedicated student.

“Is this one of those me-mes from the internet?”

“Ye-”

“Logaaaaan. Ask me who the baby is.” Virgil started poking Logan, too determined in his quest to even correct Logan’s pronunciation. Dee sighed.

“Let me up or I'll start tickling your feet.”

“I'm not ticklish. I invite you to try. And you're not leaving until Logan asks who the baby is.” Virgil turned away from Dee, valiantly trying to tickle his feet and failing, and looked at Logan with the puppiest eyes he could summon. “Lolo, ask me who the baby is.”

“Who is the baby?” Logan asked, sighing.

“It’s in me,” Virgil said, patting his belly. “Our baby.” Dee abruptly stopped what he was doing to stare directly at Virgil who was now smiling softly.

“That's not how that-that’s not how it goes,” Logan said, looking shocked. Virgil shook his head.

“No, Logan. That's not how the meme goes.”

“Wait, are you-?” Dee stopped halfway through the sentence, unable to get any more out. Virgil fished in his pocket for a moment and pulled out a plastic strip. His pregnancy test.

“Not joking,” Virgil said. “Our baby.” He hesitated for a moment and set the test down. “That is, if you want it?”

“You’re pregnant?” Logan breathed. He glanced up at Virgil’s face then back to his belly. “Oh my god.” Logan buried his face in Virgil’s belly and started laughing and crying. Virgil shoved himself into a sitting position, Logan moving with him. He gently held Logan’s head with one hand and extended the other.

“Dee?” Dee was staring at Virgil with an entirely blank expression and Virgil felt the first of the apprehension rise. “Dee, you okay there? Are you hearing me?”

He kept staring blankly for a moment, and Virgil was more afraid that he’d broken Dee than anything else. Then a smile slid across his face like the sun breaking from behind clouds. “We’re gonna be parents. With a kid.” He threw himself at Virgil and gave him a searing kiss. One hand ghosted over his belly like he thought the slightest touch might hurt him.

“Yeah,” Virgil laughed, relieved. “That’s generally how being parents works.” He wrapped his free arm around Dee and Dee pressed his face into Virgil’s neck.

“Oh goodness,” Logan mumbled and surged up from his spot to give them both kisses. “We-we’re gonna-pregnant! You’re amazing. Amazing, astounding, awe-inspiring, Virgil.” Logan devolved into mindless babbling and Virgil laughed again, holding both his boys close.

Eventually, they were all three curled up in a cuddle pile on the couch, Winnie the Pooh playing on screen. It had a different feel now, knowing they were in for their own Christopher Robin. But it was good; it was great, even, and Virgil couldn't wait.

Logan fell asleep smiling, head in Virgil’s lap, and Dee went with both arms wrapped around Virgil, holding him closer than was strictly necessary. Virgil loved it, and he loved them, and he loved the tiny person that wasn’t even real yet. He loved them all so much. For the first time, Virgil felt entirely content and happy with what was coming. He fell asleep surrounded by the people he loved most in the world and knew everything was going to work out. It was going to be beautiful. And there was no one else he’d rather have it with.

[beesloosewithcanon]

Fictober2019

Thank you, @ieatlazers for the prompt submission! I had way too much fun with it. And oh lord did I get carried away with it! It’s just over 2.5K words. Oops. I’ve put a “keep reading” break so I don’t bog down everyone’s feed. <3

If you’re interested in seeing a writing drabble from me for a specific f/f pairing, look at this post and let me know which you’d like to see! (I currently write in Dragon Age, Mass Effect, and Avatar Legend of Korra; I’d be open to also delve into the following fandoms – Avatar the Last Airbender, Overwatch, Stardew Valley, to name a few).

Prompt #11 – “It’s not always like this.”

Fanfiction – Mass Effect

Pairing – Liara T’Soni & Samantha Traynor

***

“It’s not always like this, you know,” Liara said. She couldn’t very well continue to stand in the doorway of the observatory room without announcing herself for much longer. Some of the crew were bound to walk by and take note that she was actively staring at the Communications Specialist’s backside instead of simply entering the often vacant room.  

“I beg your pardon?” Traynor asked, looking away from the observatory window, her arms from their crossed position falling to her sides as she turned around, meeting Liara’s eyes.

Goddess, I seemed to have startled her, Liara thought as she tried to ensure the frown she felt internally didn’t make its way to her lips. She then held up the two steaming mugs of tea in her hands as the swish as she proceeded into the room, the automated doors swishing shut behind her.

“Shepard,” Liara continued, walking through the threshold and making a show of two steaming mugs in either hand. “He’s not typically this angry.”

Traynor gave a half shrug but reached out for her offered mug of tea with a small smile. “Are you sure? Ever since I met him, he’s acted like every other wanker CO I’ve worked under.” She scowled as she leaned her hip against the end of the nearby couch. She brought the mug to her face and took a deep inhale, a satisfied smile spreading over her lips before she took a cautious sip. 

Liara watched in awe as the woman savored the taste of the tea for a few moments in her mouth before swallowing. It wasn’t often that she found herself attracted to female humans, but the Specialist was like none other she’d met. She was smart, witty, and more observant than most. The asari had half a mind to ask her to be one of her operatives, but no one on the ship yet knew that she was the galaxy’s current Shadow Broker; or that she was running her operation from the Normandy. Though, the Specialist had made several inquiries regarding her hardware that made Liara think that the woman was onto her. 

Traynor sighed and looked out the window again, her shoulders drooping. “I just wish he’d leave me alone.”

Liara blinked and felt her head tilt to the side. “What do you mean?”

“That knob-head won’t stop flirting with me.” Traynor shook her head and then looked back to meet Liara’s gaze. “I’ve told him that he’s barking up the wrong tree - I’ve even explicitly told him I only shag women and the daft git still insists on trying to get me alone.” 

Liara reached out and placed her hand on the woman’s forearm as she took a step forward. “You’ll have to forgive me, but I’m not quite up to date on all of the human phrases you’re using.” She attempted to smile but moved her thumb along the taut forearm underneath her hand. “Though, I’m sorry to hear that he’s being unreasonable.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, Dr. T’Soni,” Traynor said as her brows furrowed. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Be that as it may,” Liara said softly, caught off guard by the formality of being called a doctor by the woman in front of her. “I am sympathetic. His attention is… intense.”

“Wait,” Traynor started as one of her eyebrows arched upwards. “You mean he’s like this with everyone?”

“I’m not sure about everyone,” Liara admitted. “But he definitely tried with me for a time.”

Traynor’s brown eyes went excitedly wide as a grin spread across her face. “Oh, this I have to hear!” She then moved her hand to gently grab Liara’s and began walking towards the couch.

Liara felt her cheeks increase in temperature at the feeling of the Specialist’s hand around her own. Her skin was soft and her grip was firm, but not forceful. 

Traynor sat on the couch, leading the asari to do the same. Once Liara was situated, the Specialist moved so that she was facing her directly, pulling on leg up underneath her other. Her knee gently pressed into Liara’s thigh, but the mischievous smile on her face had yet to leave. 

“Well?” Traynor started. 

Liara cleared her throat, forcing her mind to ignore the pressure against her thigh and the warmth radiating from Traynor, as one of her arms lay across the back of the couch, mere centimeters from her own shoulders. 

“When I first met Alan, he saved me from a dig site. And, well, I’d never really interacted with humans before, as I spent most of my time in the field, studying ancient prothean ruins.” Liara sighed and took a sip of her tea. “I made the mistake of telling him that I found him interesting. What with his ability to meld with ancient prothean ciphers and all... What I meant as scientific intrigue, he took as-”

“Sexual interest?”

Liara nodded. “Yes. I was young and inexperienced. Looking back on it now, there were things I would not have said. But I seemed to encourage his behavior without realizing it. And. He… well… kissed me one night.”

“He did?!” Traynor gasped, leaning in closer as she listened eagerly.

Liara nodded. 

“Annnd?” Traynor probed.

“Oh, I didn’t care for it,” Liara admitted with a soft chuckle. “I don’t have much experience with physical intimacy, especially not with humans. But… he was somewhat forceful. And his facial hair felt like… I’m not sure how to describe it.”

“Rubbing off on sandpaper?” Traynor offered.

Liara felt her eyes narrow. “I don’t believe I’ve ever felt paper made of sand.”

A laugh radiated out of the Specialist, making her eyes squint. After a moment she smiled, a reddish hue tinting her cheeks and neckline. “It was rough and scratchy?”

“Oh, yes.” Liara nodded. “He hadn’t shaved for several solar days when it happened.”

Traynor smirked. “Yeah. Sandpaper. It’s ruddy gross.” Her smirk then pulled farther to the right, taking on a mischievous look. “Kissing human women isn’t anything like that,” she said suggestively.

The switch in her tone sent a pulse through Liara, ending deep into her azure. The woman’s tone had dropped slightly lower and her eyes relentlessly held Liara’s own. She’d never experienced such a reaction in herself like this before but it gave her a surge of confidence. Despite being still relatively inexperienced, there was something about the Specialist that made her feel comfortable. Like she was in a space where it was safe for her to act on feelings she’d only ever read about in silly books when her mind needed a break from the never-ending information feed of being the Shadow Broker. 

Most of all, though, this wasn’t the first time Traynor had caught the attention of her entire body. They’d worked together to establish the GUI interface after Liara had joined the ship. It had been helpful, as Liara had been able to divert the needed power and cabling that she needed for her various systems while she worked alongside Traynor in the ducts. Since then, they often shared tea together after missions or when Liara happened across her in the mess. She was the best company on the ship without question. Always eager to talk to her and always able to match her level of scientific inquiry.

“Well, I am an asari of science,” she started as she bent over, placing her mug of tea on the ground by the leg of the couch. Samantha watched her curiously but stayed quiet, listening attentively. “I can’t come to a proper conclusion without proper testing.”

Traynor’s gaze locked with Liara’s as she rolled her bottom lip through her teeth. She then moved, bending and putting her own mug down on the floor before sitting back up. Samantha looked Liara’s face over again. “As a woman of science and math myself,” she started, her tone maintaining its suggestive lilt. “Data integrity is extremely important to the scientific process. Which means you should gather all of the data personally.”

Liara smiled. “It would be negligent of me to proceed any other way.” 

The pressure of Traynor’s knee against her leg increased as she leaned forward. Her brown eyes roved over Liara’s body. And for once, it didn’t feel like she was being assessed or an object that someone wanted to devour or judge. Traynor’s gaze was playful and appreciative. 

“I’d be happy to help you gather the data,” she said, her voice soft and only for Liara to hear. “For the sake of science, of course.” But Traynor remained still, her posture leaned in and her eyes never leaving Liara’s. 

Liara could feel her heart thrumming through her bones. She had spent enough time with humans now to be sure that Traynor’s banter was flirtatious. The way she leaned in, the way her pink lips were parted just so made it apparent that she was genuinely offering despite the playfulness of her suggestion. In other circumstances, others would have simply moved in and kissed her; but Traynor stayed still. Waiting. 

Her cheeks flushed with warmth when it clicked: Traynor was giving her the option. She didn’t have to kiss her if she didn’t want to, and it seemed clear that the Specialist wasn’t going to kiss her and then blame her for leading her on as Shepard had done all those years ago. Traynor was leaving the space open so Liara had time to make the decision herself. The realization made Liara’s heart flutter more sporadically, but she smiled and leaned in. 

“Strictly for science,” Liara teased back, her words spoken just before she pressed her lips against the Specialist’s. When their lips met, a hum of satisfaction radiated out of Liara’s throat that she wasn’t at all expecting. But the sound seemed to intrigue Samantha, as she leaned further in, placing a delicate hand on the side of Liara’s face.

By the goddess, she thought as Samantha’s tongue slid against her own. The movement of their mouths sent another pulse that radiated throughout her body, but ached demandingly, deep in her azure. At first, she wasn’t sure what her body was doing until she felt the distinct pull in the back part of her mind. She could feel her entire nervous system as it yearned for her to engage in a meld as her lips and tongue moved with Samantha’s. But just as she registered what it was that her body and mind wanted, Samantha began to lean away. 

Liara wanted to grab for her, to not let the moment stop. But Traynor had been so respectful about letting her make the decision to engage that she knew it would be rude of her to try and keep her longer than she felt comfortable. 

As their lips parted, Liara’s eyes opened slowly and watched as the honey-skinned woman leaned away, a satisfied smile playing along her lips. Her eyes then opened from their half-lidded state, going slightly wide as her hand moved higher, her thumb caressing along Liara’s brow.

“Your eyes,” she said breathlessly. “They’re black.”

“What?” Liara blinked and turned away. But as she did so, she felt it too - the haze around her vision. An indication that her body still wanted to meld minds with the woman in front of her. “I’m so sorry. It’s… it’s not normally like this,” Liara said frantically.

Samantha’s hand gently pulled her to look back towards her, her thumb caressing along Liara’s cheekbone. “Is everything alright? Are you in pain?” Her voice was saturated with concern, her previous mischievous and suggestive lilt nowhere to be heard. 

Liara closed her eyes and placed her hand overtop Samantha’s, leaning her cheek into the touch. “No. Quite the contrary, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

Liara waited to respond and forced her mind to relax. A meld with someone, especially a meld with someone who she was so attracted to, was dangerous to do this quickly. She could show too much, or go too quickly and hurt Traynor, or she could lose herself and her control and have an unplanned child. Despite how naturally it came on from the Specialist’s touch, it was not the time for it.

“Have you heard of the asari mind meld?” Liara asked, as she slowly opened her eyes. The haze around her vision was gone. Samantha’s own eyes blinked and Liara swore she heard the woman say “wow” under her breath. The indicators all pointed to her eyes having gone back to their natural blue.

“I’ve read quite a bit about it, yeah.”

Liara simply nodded, ignoring the warmth radiating into her cheeks again. “I’ve never had it start on its own before. Normally it takes a fair bit of mental effort to engage.”

Samantha smirked. “So are you saying we just…”

“No,” Liara said softly. “It didn’t fully manifest. It did catch me by surprise, however.” She then smiled to herself and made direct eye contact with Samantha. “Perhaps all human women have a similar effect on Asari.”

“Or maybe perhaps just this one?” Traynor asked, her tone returning to is previously playful canter as her eyebrows waggled up and down. 

“I think I’d need to gather more data on that,” Liara said, allowing herself to smile.

“On other human women?” Traynor asked. 

Liara might have imagined it but Traynor’s tone shifted into uncertainty and nervousness. 

“No,” Liara said as she put her hand down onto Traynor’s thigh, her fingers pulling at the seam of her Alliance fatigues and applying pressure to indicate she wanted the woman closer. “Just this one,” she repeated.

Traynor smiled, moving forward as Liara’s not so subtle fingers demanded. “Take all the data you need.”

Their lips crashed together, hungrier than before. Liara let her hands move up to wrap around Traynor’s neck to pull her even closer. Her body was more than eager to move and pushed forward, her hands going to Liara’s shoulders as she realigned her body to pin the asari to the couch.

“For the love of -” Lieutenant Commander Williams’ voice echoed through the observatory room. “I sleep in here! Don’t you have an entire room of your own?!”

Samantha tore her lips away from Liara as they both looked to the doorway. Before Liara wanted to respond, but she was distracted by the haze of her vision again. 

“Terribly sorry,” Samantha said as she stood up from the couch, her hand firmly grabbing Liara’s hand and guiding her up. “We were just about to leave.”

“I’m sure,” Williams said as she crossed her arms over her chest and jutted her hip out to the side. 

Liara let Traynor lead her from the couch and across the room. She had half a mind to try and grab for their mugs, but the Specialist’s steps were too quick. They both muttered another apology to the LC before passing her in the doorway to leave.

“Ugh, when did the Normandy become the damn SS Love Boat?” they heard Williams mutter as the door closed behind them. 

The haze dissipated from her vision just as her eyes met Traynor’s again. They both broke into a fit of laughter, holding onto each others’ arms just outside of the observatory room door. 

With laughter still shining in her eyes, Traynor confidently took Liara’s hand again and took a preemptive step down the hall. “Would you like to maybe continue what was interrupted in your quarters?”

“Goddess yes,” Liara said, her hand tightening around Traynor’s as she began walking, half pulling the eager Specialist with her. 

[quinlinkin]

take it from me ( i’d be lost without you ) ↳ Q’s twdg writing challenge

character(s): aasim, ruby ship(s): aasim/ruby ( rusim ) word count: 672 author’s note: i'll never be able to get enough of aasim's big, hopeless crush on ruby i s2g

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*credits to the wonderful @stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale​​ for creating this challenge! you can view the entire prompt list + further details here. happy writing!!

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                                       day six ; sick in bed.

An outbreak of the flu couldn’t have come at a worse time.

Not that there was ever a particularly ideal time for half the group to fall ill, yet with winter steadily approaching and their food supply as deplorable as ever, Aasim is exceedingly on edge.

Even more than you already are? He can practically hear Louis’ voice ringing in his ears. Aasim counts himself lucky that he’d also gotten sick, strictly confined to his own separate dorm where he can finally catch a break from his relentless teasing.

Not that he’s truly as bothered as he lets on, of course. It’s something Louis can never know about, even if Aasim has the faintest suspicion that he already knows.

He just remains thankful that Ruby has managed to keep herself germ-free thus far. She’s fortunate in her apparent warrior of an immune system as it continues to ward off the pesky virus, for they all need her to be in tip-top condition to continue tending to everyone in need. She’s a true saint, and Aasim often wonders what he’d do without her - in many more ways than one.

Though that’s not to say he’s been making things easy for her. While it may not be his intention to be overly difficult, he’s unable to count how many times she’s had to quite literally force him back into bed, with the occasional few choice words for added effect. He’s far too stubborn for his own good, his desire to always be as productive as he possibly can prohibiting him from giving in and resting the sickness away.

And so, as he once again tries and fails at leaving his dorm in order to complete a few chores, he pouts. Like an overdramatic, bratty toddler. Even Ruby has to crack a smile at him despite herself.

“It ain’t the end of the world, Aasim,” she tells him, replacing the cold cloth on his forehead as he lays back down. “The more you rest, the faster you’ll get better. Then you can work yourself to death all you want.”

Now she’s teasing him. Maybe he can’t ever catch a break.

Sighing, Aasim closes his eyes. “There’s just... so much to do. We don’t have time to lay around and rest.”

“Well, y’all don’t have much choice, I’m afraid,” she quips back, undeterred by his protesting. “The rest of us can handle the workload for now.”

“Who’s in the hunting party today?” Dare he ask , he thinks idly to himself.

“Mitch and Brody are goin’ out to check the traps later.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s all we got. Our master archer is sick, after all.”

She turns to flash a less-than-subtle grin his way. Aasim’s face burns hotter than the fever could ever be responsible for.

Noticing his lack of a response, she draws nearer. “Aw, c’mon, sug... It wouldn’t kill ya to lighten up a little bit, y’know.”

Sug . Despite the fact that it’s a term of endearment she uses for just about everyone, it never fails to make his heart flutter and his stomach do somersaults. 

God… He’s got it bad.

“Yeah, well…” he forces himself to mutter. “I’ll lighten up when I’m finally feeling better…”

He doesn’t expect for the dampened cloth to suddenly lift from his forehead, his eyes springing open just in time to see Ruby’s hand moving in to brush a few strands of hair away from where it clings to his overheated skin.

Aasim’s heart skips a beat.

“You’ll be fit as a fiddle in no time, you’ll see,” she hums, her fingers gently carding through his hair. It’s such a simple action, yet to Aasim, it feels astronomical.

Despite himself, his eyes flutter shut once again. The second her hand is gone, he deeply misses the comforting touch.

Always wanting more, never bold enough to try and get it. He’s a coward in his own right, a lovesick fool too afraid of rejection to ever put himself out there.

Suddenly, the flu feels like the least of his problems.

[dihidean]

The Sinking of ‘Ships

I’ve shipped quite a few couples in the years that I’ve been a TV fanatic and I have to say: I’m really getting tired of my ‘ships getting screwed (and not the fun way) in the end. And it leaves me to think, what is so wrong with “happily ever after?” in fictional TV?

A history of my ‘ships...

My first ‘ship (dating myself here) Joel and Maggie on “Northern Exposure” saw a sad, truncated ending when the actor who played Joel left the show a year before it officially wrapped. They separated (for seemingly ever) and Maggie implausibly cozied up to the only other available male on the show, with an implied happy ending for them (a character she’d been strictly friends with for years). In this case, real-life issues influenced the ending. Did I see these two going the distance? Most likely not, since they were very Sam-and-Dianeish in their love/hate relationship. Still, the ending was rushed, odd, and broke my young shipper heart to pieces.

Did it stop me from shipping? Not in the least. Next, I adored the cool, forbidden love of Michael and Nikita from USA’s “La Femme Nikita.” After finally getting together, they were separated (rather nonsensically) in a season-ending cliffhanger (after it was revealed--ugh--that Nikita was a double agent and had been screwing over (and not in the fun way) Michael for years). And THEN the show was unceremoniously canceled. Fans clamored for & won a truncated final season where M & N got to sporadically interact (the actor who played Michael only did a few of the eps) until being separated...for seemingly ever.

Thank God for Netflix or else Luke and Lorelei’s ending would have been a quick “kiss and most likely happily ever after.” This after my beloved Amy Sherman-Palladino actually did--on a network show--the “secret kid from a previous relationship” trope favored by afternoon soaps (rumor at the time was this was done out of spite since her and her hubby’s contract demands weren’t met and they unceremoniously quit their own show). My heart broke again until it was finally stitched up haphazardly by the reboot on Netflix (oh, the L/L story was glorious and that wedding(!!) Love it!). I do say haphazardly though since Rory’s story’s end (or is it?) was again, kind of a downer. Taking the story back to its beginnings, but still, why did the daughter have to repeat the sins of the mother? Sigh. I wanted her with Jess.

The one shining star in the bunch? My beloved Emma and Hook from Once Upon a Time. Although I did have some quibbles with their storyline over the years (ahem, the ridiculous rebooted 7th season with Wish Hook), those two ended up together, married, and with a kid. And frankly their storyline was really well done. Nicely paced. Romantic. Sweet. Sexy. Adventurous. Conflicted. It had it all. I loved how both characters grew and ended up finding a good, stable life together. Finally, one of my ships had sailed!

Eric and Sookie from True Blood. I just...ugh. I can’t even bring myself to talk about the ridiculous ending to their story...both in the books and the TV show. Again, not sure they would have gone the distance but goodness, they couldn’t even have let it end on an open-ended note? 

And now to Klaus and Caroline from The Vampire Diaries and The Originals. Spoilers are out about their ending and, sigh. Of course. Rumors have it, no endgame and in addition to that, the death of Klaus. The immortal big-bad hybrid who was supposed to be finding redemption due to his unexpected daughter is going to commit suicide? I know I should be happy that we even got continued interactions between Klaus and Caroline. After their last interaction in season 5 of TVD and with the writers literally saying their story was over for good...I guess anything after that is icing on the cake, right? Still the way they were written in season five of The Originals and Klaus’ contention that he would be Caroline’s last love, I thought we might at least be left with the open-ended idea that that might meet up later...yet that doesn’t seem like it’s meant to be. 

I guess I don’t get it, from a writing/show runner perspective. Isn’t entertainment the goal of your shows? Is it so wrong to give your fans what they want? Why is fan service so bad? Why finally have the Ted character on “How I Met Your Mother” meet the mother, have her be awesome, and then kill her off? In my shipping experience, only the show that was literally about “finding happily-ever-afters” Once Upon a Time, actually respected its audience’s feelings and gave them a happy, joyful uplifting ending. Why all the death? Destruction? Why the “gotcha” endings that strain the credibility of the storylines, character motivations, and character relationships you’ve spent years building? Surprising your audience is a completely different thing than surprising them with something that goes against character and established narrative just to upset them or leave them without a sense of resolution.

Writers and show runners can certainly do what they want, but death is no longer shocking. And frankly, at this point, it seems over done and like a cop-out to me and certainly a way to purposely hurt your audience and diminish their sometimes years-long investment in your work. My fave finales: The Wonder Years, The Office, Parks and Rec, ER, Friends, The West Wing... these honored what came before but also paid off viewers love of the characters and how they had grown throughout the series. Some death may have occurred, but nothing that ruined the shows for me (ER expertly rebuilt its character base over the years so when beloved characters died, there were ones still living that you could still root for). 

I want to ‘ship again, but I may need some time off. I tend to involve my whole heart and it just ends up getting hurt in the end. Real life is crazy and upsetting and disappointing and heartbreaking...and TV shows can be as well. But when they end for good, I just wish more would take the route of happily-ever-after. Lord knows that as an escape from the hurts and disappointments of real life and an increasingly conflicted and hurting world, a happily-ever-after in fiction might be the salve we all need.

[burmecianblackmage]

KNOW THE MUN - for real! - THROUGH MUSE!

Tag muns you want to know better; repost - don’t reblog.

What inspired you to try/create that muse/s: The year is 2013, and yours truly is a more or less active player on a german site called Legend of the Green Dragon. After having started with a mage character back in 2006 and eventually retiring him, I’ve been playing a young Samurai for a good year and a half, maybe already two, and I am a member of a small guild. It is a guild of similar characters, allowing for their stories to mix and mesh rather fluidly. One of them becomes my boy’s teacher, the other his rival that always tries to one up him when it comes to a certain lady corsair, who after a while falls for my boy. And there is also another girl, older than my boy, that used to be his new master’s sole student (and love interest), and that is mad furious about having to share her esteemed Sensei’s attention with my character.

It is with the mun behind said girl that I am talking, sitting in a little cafe with her as I am on my way back from visiting some people in Germany and decided to stop by. After all, since the guild meet.up the year before, we’ve been rather close friends, capable of both talking about serious stuff and worries as well as brainstorming some delightful nonsense.

One of these nonsense thoughts we have comes up when we discuss Final Fantasy, especially my fondness for Black Mages and FF IX. Having played the game as well and having taken a deep liking to the character of Freya, my friend remarks that she feels her part had been too small ultimately, and that it’s a shame we never got to explore Burmecia and the Burmecians more. And that’s when it happens:

“What if there was a Burmecian that was also a Black Mage? A Burmecian Black Mage?”

It is a couple weeks later when I am back home already and have mostly forgotten about it that I receive a message from my friend, with a dA link attached. A link to this sketch.

Initially, nothing comes from the idea, but I hold on to the sketch. And then one day, when upon lamenting the decline in activity on LotGD, a friend suggests roleplaying on tumblr, and I start to ponder what kind of muse I could play, I remember the sketch.

The basic concept for Sceada (whose name was lazily picked identically to my uername on most sites, I have to admit) takes less than two days to take shape, and on February 4th 2014, I first throw my new creation at another roleplayer and their muse - which, most fittingly, happens to be Freya Crescent.

And from there on out, the little Burmecian Black Mage as well as his backstory and characteristics continued to grow andfrow, further taking shape before ultimately arriving at what you are looking at today - and from here on out, he’ll keep growing further...

What is inspiration for that muse/s: To a large extent, Sceada is an amalgamation of mriad stories I read, as well as several mangas(animes featuring wizards and spellcasters, and last but not least the question, how an adult Vivi might be. There’s constantly stuff influencing and inspiring new facts and developments about him, be it from music that touches me, narratives that move me or even random ideas that come up in conversation, Much of Sceada has been shaped by both what happens to him in plays, as well as what people have come up with together with me. 

There’s even some crucial facts about him that only came about because of an at first glance unrelated comment by someone, like for example, Sceada not being a “real” Burmecian, and actually having a non-Burmecian father. That initially came about courtesy of a remark about how he didn’t really look all that rat like, and more like a, I quote, “a damn Tree-Kangaroo” - a sentiment I do not really agree with, but even so... it inspired his mixed parenthood, which in turn developed into an explanation on why he can use magic. Funny how that sometimes goes, huh?

Thread/AU that made you really happy: Currently, I’d have difficulties naming a favorite AU, simply because I don’t seem to have any left running anymore. Sure, I could count the ships as respective verses/AUs, but nah. Those are still the same Sceada. So yeah...

I was always fond of the group verses, and the interactions born from those. Especially Pledged Prelude back in the day offered me a lot of great interaction, and has proven to be a big part of the foundation on which Sceada is ultimately built. Though, strictly speaking it was no AU, and is part of his canon, so well.... I don’t know. Crystathereum was fun, but sadly didn’t get underway as much as we all hoped it would, and the same goes for Crowned Reveries. They allowed me to meet new people, and gave me some fun plays, but ultimately they didn’t stick as long as I’d have hoped.

Speaking of favorite threads, there’s some that come to mind. From the AUs, the battle between Victoria F. Stein and Sceada in Myrefall was a clear favorite, as it highlighted not only a lot about Sceada’s skills but also about his character, and featured some truly interesting - and disturbing - choices on his end. Setting your own clothes and fur on fire so you won’t get ripped to shreds by a blizzard full of icy blades? And then actually managing to save the city he despised as a direct result of that move and the static electricity it built in the storm clouds overhead? Talk about crazy, and crazy fun to write.

There’s naturally also a ton of shipping threads on that list. I always especially adored the interactions between Sceada and Leonora, his first love, and how much he grew from them. Another favorite is Sceada finding Mara after a nightmare, and despite them not being a couple yet comforting her with the words “Nothing you confess could make me love you any less”, I really liked the feeling of that one. Or Maria opening Sceada’s eyes to the fact that Black Magic need not mean destruction necessarily. Selphie telling him she wants children with him, and the lead up to him wanting them to. Sceada finding Fran in the forest after she removed herself due to being in heat. Sceada inviting Maria for Valentine’s Day as friends and realizing slowly that there might be more between them.

I could go on for hours. But for now, let me end this list with saying that there’s many more that could be on here, so many more that were accumulated over the four and a half years I’ve been here by now (and even more if we add my other blogs, because everything with Edea and Kamiizumi was just so great <3), and I’m sure that list will only grow. I’m confident that before long, many many more memorable plays could be added here, with all sorts of partners.

Something really special on your wishlist: Hmm... two things come to mind rather quickly for that. One would be to see Sceada actively teach someone about Magic as a mentor or even professor of sorts. I want to see him pass on his knowledge, see him be an example for the next generation and perhaps even admired by his students - or by his protege, should he only have one student. It’d definitely be interesting to see him in such a role.

Likewise, I really want to see him in a fatherly role. This can be by becoming an actual father, or in others words, by having a child with someone he holds dear, but I can also see it with him watching over someone else’s child, for whichever reason it happens. Did he adopt them? Did their parents leave them in his care while they left for a couple years? Did he find them alone and abandoned? Did he save them from an abusive household? I’d be down for anything in that regard. And I’d really like to see not only the happy sides of being a father, but also the awkward and sometimes uncomfortable sides. The thought of Sceada having to give a child the talk is particularly amusing to me, I have to admit...

Thinking about it now, there’s two more I could actually mention, albeit briefly: I’d like to see the conflict between Sceada and his mother unfold, and not just in drabbles but in actual plays with people witnessing it and being an influence. And if possible, I’d like to explore a polyamorous Sceada one day, as I feel it could suit him well - or, at least, have him confronted with the idea, and realize why he finds it appealing, but potentially not the right thing for him. That’d work too.

Something you are looking for in short future for your muse: Finally making some progress with his Journey. I’ve been awfully slow with it for numerous reasons... *sigh* Also, in some of the ships, there are a number of small... let’s call them milestones for now, that I’d like to reach. But those will develop at their own pace.

Share something related to your muse!

While I was in rehab, my girlfriend had a plush made of Sceada for me, based on one of my favorite art pieces of him. Gotta say, I’m really fond of this one.

And for something only slightly related to Sceada, I want to say that it still baffles me that people would pay money to commission art of my little Burmecian. Seriously, that’s a big deal for me, you guys. Now, for several reasons I may not be capable of showing all of it on this blog (especially the two most recent pieces *cough*), but it is always certain to make me extremely happy.

What do you think about character’s design/how do you came up with this: Both the plays and ideas have shaped Sceada into who he is today and what he looks like. And quite frankly, even if I could start over anew, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

What your muse teached you: It’s less my muse that thought me this and more the muses that interacted with him, but... Everyone deserves to be loved, but that does not mean that you deserve a specific person’s love. Loving yourself and accepting who you are is important. And there are always many sides to a situation. Just because something was devised for destruction does not mean that it can only bring harm, that it cannot protect what we cherish and hold dear.

What is roleplay for you: In equally parts a place where I am allowed to dream, as well as an escape from the real world. It is where I can meet people and bond with them, and write a story no one person could ever write on their own. It is my hobby and my joy, and sometimes, it is also my pride.

Just say something nice about another mun!: I’ve met many a wonderful friend on here, and it would not be fair to just pick one from out of them I feel. So I’ll use this opportunity to tag some people, both ones I actively talk to a lot and those I sadly haven’t as much anymore. So, consider this a shout-out to @artemisxbow @thislovelylady @containyourmainposure @sunny-explosions @dovsebrii @rosalia-the-guardian @riotxblade @the-shadow-of-a-wielder and @not-a-rogue

tagged: @rosalia-the-guardian​ here: [x], plus I saw it from several others

tagging: I think most of the people that I would nominate and that are active already did this one, so... I’ll pass the tagging for today. If you see this and wanna do this, feel free to tag me though~

[mirroredglitch]

So, I decided to take a little screenshot of my outline in the Google Docs I have set up for my fic ideas, just to show that I actually have a ton of ideas. So, I’m gonna go through the list here really quick and give some vague explanations for each.

Feel free to reply to this post and let me know which idea you guys like most (or are potentially excited for)! I’m really interested in what you all think, even if I do say I mostly write for myself, hearing everyone else’s thoughts still means a lot to me as well! Anyways, ideas are under the read more~

“Sweet Dreams” - I don’t think I really need to talk about this one, since, as you can see, I have it listed as completed. Because this is the only fic I have currently posted here and on AO3. So, anyone who’s read it will know that it’s a fluffy Seven x MC fic that takes place during Seven’s route.

“I Want to be With You” - This is sort of a sequel fic to “Sweet Dreams” and also takes place during Seven’s route. More specifically, shortly after the call with Seven of the same name. This one is also going to be a fluff fic, with some slight teasing.

“The Games We Play” - This one is a Yoosung x MC fic, and will most definitely be NSFW. This one definitely takes place after Yoosung’s Good End. Can’t say how plot heavy it’ll be, since I don’t think it will be, really. But, I want to give some love to one of my favorite boys. <3

“Reset Day” - This fic will be largely based on the reset theory. Can’t really go into too much detail, but, I will say that I’m excited for this one, since it lends itself well to a whole bunch of opportunities.

“Kittens and Coffee” - Interestingly enough, this one was actually the first Mystic Messenger fic idea I had in total. Started concepting some ideas in my head back when I was doing Jaehee’s route (hers was the second route I did, just as a side note). This one is going to be a longer fic, and will also be a polyamory fic for Zen x MC x Jaehee. This is another one that I am very excited for, but, is also the one I’m most nervous about writing.

“The Blind Leading the Blind... In Love?” - This one... *sighs* I don’t know for sure yet if this one will actually happen, since, it’s more of an inside joke between myself and some friends. One of said friends suggested I write an “All Blind MysMes cast fic” and even was the one who gave me the title. Like I said, I genuinely don’t know if this one will ever actually be written, but, it’s in my idea list anyways, haha.

“Curiosity” - I would like to start this off by saying that I normally ship Yoosung x Seven strictly platonically, but, due to some personal headcanons... this is a NSFW Yooseven fic. It is also canon to all my other fics, regardless of the pairing in them, as this fic specifically will be taking place before MC joins the RFA. However, I am not going into any further details than that~

“Nicotine” - And here we have the angst-filled Zen x MC fic that I mentioned briefly that I was planning on doing next with my post last night. This one is on hold until I write some fluff though, because this one does deal with some heavier themes and I can’t handle that quite yet. As a note, it specifically takes place after Zen’s Bad End 1. It will have a happy ending, at least for Zen, but, it will take some time to reach that point. I am excited to write this one, even though I know I’m probably going to need a good support team for me to get through it so I don’t overwhelm myself. :’D

[justauthoring]

Feigning The Connection (12/?)

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

SEASON ONE

SEASON TWO: PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

A/N: I loved writing these two episodes, there sad but really intriguing to write. I hope you all enjoyed it and I’m so happy I was able to get it out on a Wednesday and out quite quickly. Hopefully parts will be back to being uploaded every Wednesday and the occasional Sunday. Oh! Exams went well, I got a 91% on my Math finale and ended with a 90 overall so that’s good. :) I was really happy. Thanking you for all being supportive. Requests should be back open tomorrow, so look forward to that!

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 02x07 and 02x08

Warnings: none

“Get out of my way!” You screamed, shoving at the guards who held your arms tightly. You pushed at their chests, trying to get past their tight hold on you. But no matter how hard you pushed and shoved they just didn’t let go. “Let me go!” 

“You can’t go in there.” One of the guards spoke up, staring down at you. No matter how hard you pushed, they didn’t even budge an inch. You grunted in frustration at their smug looks. Pausing in your struggles, you took deep breaths as you panted, they still continued to hold onto you as you stared up at the guard who spoke to you. “And why the hell not?” You spat.

“That meeting is strictly for members of the councils only.” 

“I don’t care,” you retorted. “Jaha came from where my father is, I have every right to know!” You screamed, though they only stared pitifully down at you. Taking a deep breath, you paused, loosening your grip on their jackets. Upon your obedience, they slowly and hesitantly let go of your arms. You sighed, brushing off your jacket and turned. The last minute, as their guard fell, you turned back, pushing roughly past them and banging on the door loudly.

“Hey!” One of them screamed, but you continued to pound on the door despite their efforts to stop you. You leaned heavily against the door as it was suddenly swung open. Because you’d been leaning against it, you fell forward and expected to feel the ground smack against your face but instead two arms caught you. Looking up, you caught sight of Jaha.

“What is going on here?” He asked, his gaze falling down on you. Upon finding your familiar face, you pushed yourself up from his arms as he smiled lightly. “Y/N Kane.” He addressed, “Marcus’s daughter.”

“Yes, sir.” You responded. Worriedly, you stared up at him. “Where’s my father?” You asked urgently. After everything he’d done, you shouldn’t even care, but after everything you’d gone through, you did not want to loose your father as well. He was the only family you had left, and you wouldn’t never be able to live with yourself if you lost another family member. You could not live with another death.

Jaha’s hands fell on your shoulder, he smiled weakly down at you; “Marcus is fine. Currently.”

“Currently?” 

“He’s still with the grounders, currently being held.” He explained to you, you nodded slowly. “But he’s alive?” You asked again, your heart speeding up with worry. When he nodded you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, taking a deep breath in.

As Abby stepped forward, it was the first time you’d noticed Byrne in the room. Stepping back from Jaha, you remained silent respectively. You were never one for rules and regulations but you knew this wasn’t the time, whatever Jaha and Abby had been discussing you knew was serious matters. As Abby stepped beside Jaha, you listened closely as she nodded at Byrne; “we will talk to them together. Let’s go.”

You fell in step behind everyone, respectively standing behind as you all made your way outside of the Ark. Upon reaching outside, you caught sight of Clarke and Finn. Bowing your head down, you stepped outside completely, pushing past quickly and reaching Clarke, she sent you a small smile and you nodded in return; turning back to Abby. “Chancellor?” Jaha asked.

“By now you’ve all heard the rumour, and unfortunately it’s true. The grounders are coming. We have a difficult decision to make. Thankfully, Chancellor Jaha has made his way back us, and we’re discussion all options.” Abby explained, you felt your heart slow as word of the grounders marching came to your knowledge. You’d been so busy trying to fight your way and find out what happened to your father, you hadn’t even known about the much larger, threatening doom that fell on you all.

“But to be safe… you need to pack. Now. Whatever you can carry. We may need to leave at a moments notice.” Jaha interrupted, stepping forward and in front of Abby. 

“Where will we go?”

“I don’t know, is the answer.” He responded truthfully, and you only shook your head in despair. “But I heard of a place. A city of light. It’s across the dead zone.” He explained, pointing to his left. Your eyes squinted upon the mention of ‘a city of light’, which seemed entirely too good to be true.

“What makes you think we’ll make it?”

“Because we made it here.” He responded hopefully, “I have faith, and right now, given the alternative, that’s good enough for me.” 

“Not for us.” Clarke suddenly spoke up, stepping in front of you through the crowd. You silently nodded behind her, though you hated fighting a war, giving up the only place that had given you safety was dumb. To replace it with something that seemed entirely unrealistic was even dumber. To leave your friends in Mount Weather was just disgusting. “If we leave, what about our friends in Mount Weather?”

“As your mother said… that is a very difficult decision to make.”

“I’m with her.” You announced, stepping beside Clarke. Glaring up at Jaha, you shook your head. “What about my father? You can’t just expect me to leave him there. What about Jasper, Monty, Miller, our friends? You’re willing to just leave them there to die?” You asked suspiciously.

“The time has come for each and everyone of us to ask; is this how the story of our people ends? Did we come all this way just to die tomorrow? Because if we’re not gone by the time that sun rises, that is exactly will happen.” Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe the words you were hearing from your very own elected chancellor. But then again what did you expect when he was the one who helped throw you in jail?

You looked around as the crowd started murmuring in question or agreement. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steel your nerves. 

“No decision’s been made,” Abby calmed the crowd. “In the meantime, report to your sections supervisor and gather emergency supplies.” The crowd fell into action but you stayed still, standing beside Clarke as you searched around. Suddenly a body pushed into your back and a hand grabbed your wrist, turning around in panic you relaxed when you saw it was only Bellamy.

“Where have you been?” You asked, staring up at him in confusion. He looked at Clarke before his eyes fell on the both of you.

“In the drop-ship.” He explained, “you both need to come with me now.”

-

Walking up the ladder of your old home, you jumped in fear when a loud below came from beside you. You turned to see Lincoln and you flinched from fear as he panted heavily in front of you. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” Bellamy reassured, falling beside you. His hand fell on your shoulder, easily calming you down. “He’s been restrained.”

Lincoln continued to growl at you and you stared at shock. You hadn’t seen Lincoln since you’d held him captive in the exact same spot, but he was almost non-recognizable. 

“I can’t believe we’re back here again.” Clarke shook her head and silently you agreed with her. 

“Can you help him?” Octavia quietly asked from below you all, with sympathy you stared down at her. You knew of their relationship and how much she cared for him, pity filled your heart as you stared down at her desperate face.

“I don’t know.” Clarke whispered honestly. As she slowly stepped forward Lincoln continued to growl wildly. You stared with wide shocked eyes at his state. You stood slightly behind Bellamy, knowing there was nothing you could do to help but that didn’t mean you didn’t care, you just weren’t needed at that moment. Lincoln had never done anything bad to your people, and whatever had happened to him he definitely didn’t deserve. 

“What happened to him?” You asked, suddenly feeling guilty for how focused you’d been on yourself you hadn’t even know about the much more serious matters. Bellamy turned to you slowly as Clarke shook her head. “I knew Mount Weather controlled the reapers. I had no idea they were creating them.”

“If they can do that to Lincoln… what are they doing to our friends?”

-

“Clarke!” You screamed as Lincoln grabbed her, breaking free from the restraints. Without hesitation you shot forward, trying to help Clarke as Lincoln effortlessly pushed Octavia aside. With wide eyes you stared for some kind of solution. You shoved forward but his hand shot out and smacked you across the face, you stumbled back shouting in pain.

“Y/N!” Bellamy yelled running forward, grabbing Lincoln from the front of the shirt. Lincoln grabbed Bellamy by the back of the neck, leaning back and smacking him with his own head. You ran forward as Bellamy fell back, stopping just before Lincoln you searched for some kind of weapon that could help you. Without knowing Lincoln had tried to walk forward, only for him to fall forward because of the restraints on his leg. Lincoln grabbed onto you on the way, smacking you against the ground as he landed on top of you.

You grunted in pain as your vision became blurry after you’d hit your head on the ground. Lincoln snarled above you, and you stared helplessly above him as he swung his fist back and smacked you in the face. You twisted your head to the left groaning in pain. He shot his fist out again as you blink in dizziness, before he finally got off you, turning to his leg restraints.

You rolled over in pain, moving just out of the way for Bellamy as he ran forward with a shock lasher. You watched as he ran forward, Lincoln breaking the chain connected to the ground just in time as he smacked Bellamy in the head with it. You groaned in worry for him, pitifully trying to move forward and help him but faIling miserably when the pain in your head became too much. 

Lincoln continued to beat on Bellamy before Octavia managed to grab a weapon off the ground. Screaming she repeatedly smacked Lincoln in the back with it, until he fell back and off of Bellamy. Ignoring your own pain, you crawled up on all fours and gently pushed past Octavia to Bellamy. When his eyes landed on you, you stared down at him in concern. 

Bellamy grabbed your bloody and bruised face, that looked much worse than it actually was, searching for any serious injuries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You panted, nodding down at him. “I’m fine.”

-

“Oh, thank god, we’re Clarke?” You looked up as Finn appeared above the drop-ship door. Your eyes immediately fell back down to Lincoln as you placed the wet cloth softly over his face and anywhere else he had wounds. 

“Trying to stop a war.” Finn replied and you shook your head. Turning, you handed the wet rag over to Bellamy who accepted it and dropped into the bowl of water. You nodded your head at him, before clasping your hands and turning your attention back on Finn as the rest climbed up. Abby appeared and you smiled, she was probably an even better hope for Lincoln then Clarke was. You saw her skills with Raven, so you knew she could possibly save Lincoln.

Abby hesitantly stepped forward, immediately falling into work as she inspected him. “Pupils are unresponsive,” she observed. “Tie one of his arms. Tight as you can. Thanks to the supplies your brother found, Lincoln might survive.” Abby explained to Octavia, falling into focus.

You sat back, open if they needed help but otherwise staying out of her way. 

“What’s that?” Octavia asked as Abby prepared some kind of medicine.

“It’ll bring down his fever.” She reassured, leaning down to inject Lincoln. As she pressed the needle against his skin, he reacted violently as he shot his hand out. He began struggling ruthlessly and as Abby yelled to keep him down, you shot up, placing your hands on Lincoln’s chest and pushing down. 

You stared with worry as Lincoln began convulsing and shaking violently. Despite being worried of his wild strugglings you did not let go and continued to hold him down. You bit your lip as Lincoln suddenly stopped moving, falling still. “What’s happening?” You shouted in concern.

“Why isn’t it working?” Octavia bellowed in fear.

You watched with wide eyes as Abby pressed down as his neck, “his heart stopped.” Abby began compressions and you fell back, giving her space. You bit your lip in worry as you shook your leg, praying that he’d wake up. As Abby continued to do compressions she turned her gaze up to the healer; “you’re their healer?” He responded with a simple nod. “Tilt his head back. Pull his chin down and open his airway.”

You stood up, knowing you were no longer needed and fell beside Bellamy. Looking up over at him, you shook your head in stress. He tried to reassure you but failed as Abby sighed in frustration. Your eyes fell back on Lincoln, and you faintly heard Abby whisper; “come on.” Then she suddenly stopped, and you took a deep breath knowing exactly what that meant.

“You’re stopping. What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice came out in a faint whisper. With despair, you turned around, your hands falling to your head as you shook it repeatedly. This could not be happening. Not again. Not when you had a chance to prove yourself to the grounders. “He’s gone.”

“No, it’s not possible. You’re wrong.” Octavia whimpered, her voice raising in refusal. You bent at the knee, shaking your head repeatedly. “God damnit!” You grunted, staring at the ground. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know Lincoln that well. It didn’t matter that he was a grounder. Ever since you’d landed on this God forsaken ground everything had gone to shit. Nothing ever worked. 

“Octavia.” You heard Bellamy whisper. She began crying softly and you shut your eyes tightly; “come back.”

You jumped when the drop-ship door opened. You turned as Clarke made her way up, and you watched as her face fell upon seeing the state Lincoln was in. Shaking your head at her as she looked at you, you shrugged defeated. A woman with brown hair made her way up, and upon her attire you identified her as the Commander. 

Another grounder stepped up, followed by more and looking over at Clarke you saw her share a look with Bellamy. Your eyes fell Bellamy’s hand as he slowly reached for the gun beside him. Looking around you, you realized in terror as you had absolutely nothing to defend yourself.

“I’ll kill them all!” One of the grounders screamed in fury. Suddenly there was a stand off, and you paced by yourself as you held your hands to the side. A grounder shot their knife near you, directly in front of your throat. You watched with guarded eyes as your eyes shot between the grounder himself and the knife. He snarled at you wildly, staring at you with what could only be describe as pure joy. He probably couldn’t wait to kill you, you thought despairingly.

“Please, you don’t have to do this.” Clarke pleaded. 

“You lied.” The Commander spat, glaring at Clarke. “And you’re out of time.” Abby suddenly shot around, using the shock-lash she’d grabbed and pressing it into Lincoln’s chest. You panted heavily as his body reacted slightly.

“Hit him again.” Clarke ordered and Abby listened, pressing down. Lincoln suddenly gasped loudly and you let out a breath of relief as he began panting heavily. His eyes opened slowly as Octavia immediately fell to his side. He looked over at her as her hands fell to his face; “Lincoln…” She whispered.

“Octavia…”

-

“Open the gates!”

The gates opened as Clarke stepped through them, back from her meeting with the grounder Commander. Finn ran forward as Clarke fully entered, immediately asking if she was okay. You rolled your eyes upon his concern, before turning back to Clarke in question.

She’d just come from a meeting with the grounders, she had intel that you all needed to know regarding whether you all still needed to leave or not. “Shut the gate.” Clarke ordered, grabbing Finn by the arm and pulling him away. You watched her whisper something against his ear, something you couldn’t quite make out. You turned your gaze to Bellamy in question who only shook his head.

You walked forward with Bellamy as Clarke and Abby shared a hug. Reaching them, you turned to find every one of the Ark citizens staring in wonder. Turning back to Clarke, you asked; “what did she say?” 

“Is there a chance for a truce?” Abby followed your question, leaning back from the hug as her hands fell on Clarke’s shoulders. Upon the look on Clarke’s face, you knew there was something wrong. After your limited but long time of knowing her, you knew her expression when something is wrong.

“Yes…” She hesitated, and a collective of breath of reliefs echoed about. 

“What’s wrong?” Finn asked, and you nodded beside him. It seemed as if the two of you were the only one’s who’d noticed Clarke hesitancy to say yes. 

“They want you, Finn. If we want a truce, we have to give them Finn.” You froze, unsure if what you’d just heard was true. You opened your mouth to say something but found you just couldn’t find the words. After everything he’d done, you hated to admit it, but the grounders had every right to want revenge after he so ruthlessly murdered one of their villages. But he was one of you, and looking over at him you couldn’t help but feel pity.

Even after everything he’d done to you, you refused to give him up just to be killed. And at the hands of the grounders, you knew it’d be the least bit merciless.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Raven asked suddenly. 

“That’s their offer.”

“That’s not an offer.” You shook your head, looking up at Clarke.

“It’s punishment. For what happened in the village. Blood for blood.” Finn stated, and you let out a breath. Crossing your arms, you leaned back on your legs, you couldn’t believe this…

“That’s insane.” Bellamy commented, and you nodded in agreement.

“What happens if we refuse?”

“They’ll kill us.”

“I say we give him to them!” Someone shouted from the crowd, you turned around in shock. Your mouth falling open in indignation upon what you were hearing. You narrowed your eyes upon those you’d called your own. More shouts of agreement sounded about, and you turned back to Finn in fear.

A man stood forward from the crowd, stepping closer to you all. “Give him to the grounders.” He ordered roughly, threateningly.

“Back off.” Raven shouted at him, shoving at his chest. The crowd around you seemed to tighten and jumping, you turned in shock as one swung their fist out at you. You easily blocked the punch, pushing him away without actually hurting him. The crowd fell into a riot as Bellamy and a few others tried to push them back. 

“Nothing is going to happen to him,” you heard Clarke reassure Raven. “I promise, okay?”

“I’m not dying for him,” Griff announced. “Spacewalker burned three months of oxygen on the Ark. He should’ve floated a long time ago.” Before you could stop her, Raven shot forward and punched him. Byrne stepped forward to stop her but Raven only punched her as well. As the crowd fell into panic once again you tried to yell over the crowd.

“We don’t just float people anymore!” You screamed. “stop! Everybody!”

Guards hauled Raven away, “let me go!” She shouted as they pulled her away, you stepped forward, trying to help her but a guard stepped in your way. You recognized the guard as the same one who’d stopped you from speaking with Jaha earlier. You glared up at him, him smirking himself and you scoffed. It wasn’t until you noticed the shock-lasher he’d turned on in warning did you step away.

Turning to Bellamy who held a gun against the crazed citizens, you shook your head. “They’re crazy,” you announced. Catching Bellamy’s eyes, you two shared a look and he nodded in agreement. He leaned down, so he could whisper something against your ear and listening intently, you kept watch of those around you. “Whatever we do, we can’t let them get to Finn.” You agreed without another word.

-

“Raven.” You called, stepping through the cellar doors. “Raven!” Your eyes snapped everywhere, searching for her anywhere. You caught sight of Jaha but paid no mind to him, he’d gotten himself thrown in here rightfully when he tried to control the rightfully appointed chancellor. 

“Y/N!” You heard Raven respond, and turning you smiled upon finding her. You jogged lightly over to her, your hands falling on her arms as you searched for any injuries. “They didn’t hurt you or anything?” You questioned. You hated to admit it but hitting Byrne was a dumb thing, which surprised you considering how smart Raven normally was.

But you knew these guards, those they considered a threat they were the least bit kind to. You had experienced their harshness back up in the Ark. “Yes.” she replied, shaking her head and she made you focus on her eyes. “How’d you get in here?”

“Waltz through.” You shrugged confused by her question. Your face fell serious as you glared pointedly at her; “Raven that was about the dumbest thing you could’ve done in that moment.”

“Look, I know okay?” She snapped, her hand falling to her forehead in distress. Your eyes softened when you saw her despair and taking a deep breath you bit your lip. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “Listen, this whole thing… it’ll be fine. We’re not gonna let them have Finn. I won’t let them have Finn.” You softly reassured, wanting to help her in anyway. If anything, the reason you were so adamant on not allowing the grounders have Finn was because of Raven. Even after everything he’d done to her, you knew she cared for him.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Suddenly footsteps echoed, and turning with panic you found Abby. Her confused eyes fell on you when she noticed you in the room. “Y/N? How’d you get in here?”

“Walked in.” You stated, crossing your arms. “You’ve got lousy guards. And i’m not leaving, not until you let Raven out.”

“Abby,” Raven called. “Let me out of here, please.” She begged and Abby sighed, grabbing ahold of Raven similar to how you had before. She shook her head, annoyed as Raven continued trying to explain herself. “It was stupid…” she hesitated; “i’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“He was about to throw Finn out the gate.” You defended, glaring at Abby. She turned to you, fixing you with a glare that told you to shut up. Reluctantly you fell at ease, leaning back on your feet as you crossed your arms with a disappointed shake of your head. With careful eyes, you watched Abby place her attention back on Raven; “you think i’d let that happen?”

Raven paused, and you watched her face twist with uncertaInty. “I don’t know.” She admitted, pausing again before sighing; “no.”

“The only way we’re gonna get through this is if we trust each other.”

“I’m trying.” Raven whispered and your tenseness fell upon seeing her lose her facade. Dropping your arms, you stood straight when Abby raised her voice; “she’s free to go.” Abby announced, nodding her head at you. Respectively you returned the gesture, turning to Raven you grabbed her upper arm in support, quickly picking up your pace as you both headed out.

“If you do anything like this ever again, you will come back here and you will stay here.” Abby stated before you both made your way out of the room. You both stopped, pausing as you turned around to look at her. Her eyes fell on Raven; “do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

-

“Where’s the boy?”

“Where’s my father?” You asked unimpressed, staring up at the two grounders as they easily ignored you. You backed down when Bellamy looked back at you, shaking his head in a warning not to cross them. Nodding embarrassed, you took a step back. 

“We’re not giving him up.” Abby announced, her voice high and determined. “We’re ready to fight, if that’s what it comes to.” The grounders said nothing in return. Instead they turned, picking up speed on their horses as they rode off.

“Watch the woods! Watch for movement!” Bellamy ordered to the other guards. You turned, unsure what to do as they only thing you really could do was wait. You went to walk back into the Ark when Bellamy grabbed a hold of your wrist and rather tightly tug on it. Confused, you furrowed your brows as you turned towards him. Bellamy didn’t look to you though and rather only looked straight ahead. Your gaze fell on the grip he held on your arm; “Bellamy?”

His hand let go of your wrist, pointing upwards. You followed the direction of his finger and saw a figure. Stepping forward in confusion, you squinted trying to see who it was. “Don’t shoot!” The voice called and your mouth fell open in shock as your father stepped past a tree. You couldn’t find anything to say as the world seemed to freeze.

This wasn’t the first time you’d been separated from him, and before for a even longer period of time. But something changed, you weren’t sure what. Maybe it was because you knew what the grounders were capable of and the fact that he’d been in their captivity scared you. Or maybe it was because you were just tired of everything, of death, of fighting and you just wanted to be loved by your father again and if he died you’d never have the chance to make things right again.

Whatever it was, it was enough to drive you forward. Your feet ran faster than they’d ever before and you didn’t care of the consequences you very well could pay for being a bother to your father. You faintly heard Bellamy call your name in urgency and him tell you it wasn’t safe for you to run out on your own, but you ignored him, reaching your father. Your feet carried you to your father, shocking him as you leapt into his arms. You hugged him tightly, relieved. It was a few seconds before you felt his arms around you, and honestly you hadn’t even expected that much. 

It was awkward. Odd. Unfamiliar. You hadn’t basked in the warmth and safety your father could offer in forever. 

Then suddenly something clicked and you remembered exactly the state of the relationship you had with your father. You pulled back, his hands easily letting go of your own. You dared to look up into his gaze for a moment before your head fell and you whispered; “sorry. I-I ju-”

“It’s fine, Y/N.” He responded. You snapped your head up, shocked to hear the softness of his voice. You pulled back completely, stepping behind him as he began walking towards the camp. You followed behind him, careful and as soon as you reached past the gates Bellamy’s hands immediately fell on your upper arms, pulling you into him.

You were slightly dazed, unsure if what had just happened really had but when you looked up and saw the concerned expression Bellamy held, you knew it was. “Jesus, Y/N. Do try to be a bit more careful when we are at war.” 

You suddenly smiled, the brightest you had in days, weeks even. “Yes, sir.” You mocked, saluting him. He rolled his eyes as your childish behaviour, shocked by the behaviour he’d never seen come out of you. And he pressed you against his side, you said nothing as he did, only leaning into it as you focused back on the reality of the situation.

“Can’t be out in the open. We need to get somewhere safe.” 

Your father smiled and you were almost frozen with shock as he lightly chuckled; “it’s safe for the moment. Come on, we need to talk. I managed to buy us sometime.”

-

“Y/N!” Turning your head, you found Bellamy coming towards you. You smiled lightly when you saw him, stepping back from the fence you’d been keeping watch from. You walked towards him but you immediately turned concerned when you saw his tense face. “Bellamy?” You called softly, he didn’t stop until he was directly before you.

Leaning down, he reached so he was by your ear; “you need to come with me.”

“Where are we going?” You asked, confused. His hand once again fell on your wrists, tugging you along as he looked around him constantly. You took a deep breath allowing him to pull you along. You weren’t so much worried on where he was taking you, you knew that if he seemed this urgent and careful that it was serious. You were more concerned for him. 

You immediately noticed him heading towards a secret exit, going through underground. You squinted your eyes, knowing that he was taking you out. He stepped through first, letting go of your hand and turning back when he’d made it safely through. You looked behind you, making sure no one was looking and headed through accepting the hand he held out to you.

As soon as you were in the woods, safe enough from the grounders you decided it was time to speak up. “Bellamy, where are you taking me?”

“To the drop-ship.” He said, continuing to march through the woods. It was the first time you’d noticed the gun in his hands and though it made sense for him to have a weapon when you were quite literally walking through grounder territory it only made you more confused. Why were you even walking through grounder territory in the first place?

“What, why?”

“Finn wasn’t safe there anymore.” Bellamy explained, stopping as he turned to you. “The people were starting to turn on him and quick.” 

That made sense, what didn’t make sense was him bring you. “Okay… but why you’d take me? I mean… i’m willing to help but…” You trailed off in confusion, staring up into his dark eyes for an answer. You noticed how he faltered slightly, pausing in his words.

“If they were that willing to turn on him, there’s no saying what they’ll do to those who are willing to fight for him.” He explained quietly and your mouth fell open in realization. You’d known Bellamy cared for you, after everything the two of you’d been through it only made sense and Bellamy had a big heart. But you hadn’t known he thought that much for you. 

You notice his uncomfortableness and wanting to avoid teasing him, you nodded walking forward. “Well let’s go then.” Behind your words, and you were sure he caught onto it, there was a hint of gratefulness.

-

“They’re not moving any closer.”

“Staying out of range.”

You paced, back and forth. Biting at your lips, you worried over what would happen. The grounders were playing you purposely, they wanted Finn and they would stop at nothing to get revenge on those they so ruthlessly lost. And though you were against everything he’d done in that village and though you were haunted at night because of it, you knew he regretted everything he’d done. 

“Probably waiting until dark.”

“If we hit them now, at least we’d take them by surprise.” Murphy strategized, walking back into the main of the drop-ship. You fell beside him, staring up at him in agreement. Nodding to yourself, you spoke up; “I hate the thought of killing them, but Murphy’s right.”

“We don’t even know how many of them are there.” Clarke argued, shrugging her shoulders desperately.

“I’m not hearing any better ideas, Clarke.”

“We give them something,” Raven suggested, nodding to herself determined. “All they want is Finn.” Bellamy reminded.

“Finn wasn’t the only one at the village.” Your eyes fell open in shock and you stared hurt at Raven before you saw her gaze on another. Falling on Murphy, your eyes lit up in indignation, “Raven!”

“What are you talking about?”

“Raven, you better be kidding me.” You glared over at her, shocked that she would even suggest a thing. You knew she wanted to save Finn but to give someone innocent up, someone who’d tried to stop Finn up, was just insane. It was not Murphy’s, nor your, fault that Finn had gone insane.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Murphy suddenly called, staring at Raven in shock as well. “Raven I came here to protect him. You were the one who wanted me to come-” He fell silent as realization dawned over him. Was Raven really that desperate? “That’s why you asked me to come along.”

“Enough grounders saw him at the village. They’d believe he was the shooter.”

“Y/N was there too.” Murphy spoke up and your gaze fell on him, stunned. You knew Murphy could do rash things, but you’d thought that day at the ledge had changed the both of your guys views on each other. You’d even stood up for him… Betrayal filled within you as you listened to his next words, expecting him to want to give you up instead of himself. Everyone fell silent upon his words, fearing what he’d suggest next. You felt like a deer caught in head-lights, stuck in the middle.

“Murphy.” Bellamy growled, stepping in front of you as he held his gun threateningly towards Murphy. Murphy made no reaction, turning to you and his eyes turned soft upon finding your afraid ones. “You wanna give her up too, you sick bitch?” He spat at Raven. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you been holding as Bellamy fell at ease, dropping his gun.

“Raven,” Clarke interrupted. “You don’t mean this.”

“You know what they do to prisoners.”

“They want a murderer,” Raven’s voice shook as she turned towards Murphy. “We’ll give them one.” She cocked her gun, pointing it at Murphy, “drop your gun.” He surprised you when he stepped forward. “Go to hell Raven.”

“Put it down, Raven.” You ordered, “like it or not, he’s one of us.”

“Drop-”

“Stop!” Finn yelled, interrupting all of you. You turned to him, falling silent as he shook his head in disappointment. He stepped forward, in front of Raven’s gun as she reluctantly lowered it. “We’re not doing this. They’ve got us surrounded. The only thing we can do is stay and defend this place.”

You nodded along side Bellamy, “i’m with you.”

“Murphy?” Finn called, who weakly responded. “Go upstairs, watch the rear. I’ll take the lower level. You three, take the front gate and Y/N…” His gaze fell on you and you turned to him, “i’ll come with you.” You stated, crossing your arms. There was something fishy about him, and you hadn’t trusted his motives entirely since the grounders had declared death on him. You knew he felt guilty and you knew that he hated how every one of you were risking your life for him. You knew he felt like he didn’t deserve such protection and that’s exactly why you weren’t about let him go off on his own.

He opened his mouth to argue but you shot him a look, shaking your head and he fell silent. “Okay.” You clapped your hands, “let’s go.”

-

“I know what you’re trying to do.” You announced softly, stepping up so you were directly beside Finn. He’d been radiating nervous energy ever since the both of you had stepped off alone, “and i’m not gonna let you do it.”

“You don’t know anything, Y/N.” He snapped back at you, turning to look at you. Your eyes fell and you felt your stomach twist, shaking your head you stared up at Finn. Ever since you’d met him you two had never really gotten along, except for maybe at first. You weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because you two had very different views on things. Maybe it was because he plain didn’t like you and you plain didn’t like him. But none of that mattered now.

“Finn, don’t treat me like a child.” You chastised, “this isn’t the way to go. We will figure something out.”

“That’s all you keep saying!” He suddenly shouted, catching you off guard as you stepped back from fear. He calmed when he saw your reaction, his shoulders falling as he stared at the ground, and you noticed his gaze on his gun. You said nothing as he gestured it over to yourself. You crossed your arms, setting your lips in a thin line. “Take the gun Y/N.” He sighed, still you refused. “Take the damn gun Y/N.”

“Why?” You asked, “so you can go send yourself to your death?”

“I won’t let anyone of you die for me.”

“That isn’t your choice, Finn.” You reminded, “we’re choosing this, not you.”

“I killed eighteen people…” Finn mumbled to himself, shaking his head at disappointment towards himself. Your arms fell as you were reminded of that haunting day and you found you could find no words to reply with. Because told the truth. “Eighteen innocent people and the grounders have every right to want revenge on those they lost.”

“Don’t lie, Finn. That’s not why you’re doing this.”

“What ar-”

“You’re doing this to protect Raven, Bellamy, Murphy, Clarke. Hell, you’re maybe even doing this to protect me.” You scoffed lightly, chuckling to yourself despite the moment. “I get that. I just don’t know why you did it in the first place.”

He froze, stunned by your question and you knew you’d caught him off guard but that was intended. You needed to know. You needed to know why that despite everything you’d done to try and stop him, you just couldn’t. Then, when long agonizing seconds went by, he answered. “I was blinded by desperation. I wanted, no- needed to find Clarke and that made me do things I didn’t even know I could.”

You nodded, accepting his answer and then, pausing, you asked; “tell me, how come we never got along?” He seemed confused by your question but it was just want you wanted, to confuse him enough that you could make a getaway quick enough to alert the others of his plan. When he paused you took that as your chance to swiftly turn, heading towards the ladder; “Bell-!” Before you could even finish calling his name and even place a foot on the ladder, there was a pain in the back of your head as the butt of the gun hit you.

You moaned in pain, feeling your vision blur and your hands loosened their grip on the ladder. You fell back, arms catching you and the reversed view of Finn’s face came into view. You opened your mouth to say something but found you couldn’t. He set you down gently, mumbling; “I have to do this.” And then he was gone and as you felt your strength disappearing you heard him call; “I wish we had.”

What felt like forever but was only probably a few minutes, hands suddenly had fallen on your face, shaking you. Faintly you heard a voice, someone calling you and when you blinked your eyes open you saw a blurred figure before you. After a few seconds you discovered the figure to be Bellamy, staring down at you concerned and then everything flew into memory.

Startled, you sat up but Bellamy held you in placed, helping you up rather. You didn’t need to ask to know the answer of Finn when you saw Bellamy’s face. Your bottom lip jutted out and you felt despair hit you as tears welled in your eyes. “I-I tried…” You whimpered.

He nodded, “I know.” And then his arms wound around you, pulling you against his chest. You let out a sob. Finn had never been special to you but it was just another dead one to add to the list and that crushed you. 

No!

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Lance and the 25 Days Chapter V: Clay

Yo, guess who? Also, later that usual! HAHAHAHAHA, THAT MEANS ANOTHER MORNING REBLOG, HAHAHAHAHA!!! Okay, hysteria and sleep deprivation aside, I’m pretty proud of this one; Pidge is my favorite character, and I’d die for her, so whenever I get to write her, it’s a real blast! Another note is that at the end of this chapter, I included something as a humor aspect that I should have realized was a stupid idea. The thing about Ficcember is that I want to keep it as broad as possible, so I want to keep it both strictly clean of ships, as well as clean in general; it seems my sense of humor simply cannot go long without dropping swears. I apologize, but I because of this, I have censored the word completely. Those who know the book, or heck, even those who haven’t can probably fill in the blank if they so desire. Thanks for reading, and happy holidays!

Words:2012

Category: Gen

Contains: brOT3 Shalluridge, dreidels, Holt Family Feels [esp. Matt], triggering peanuts, Gunderangst, black paladin!Lance, in a way, considerate!Lance, bedtimes stories, censorship, Go the F*ck to Sleep

Takes place the afternoon after the Space Mall escapade in Chapter IV.

Allura was observing Pidge carefully as she measured out the sculpting sand. The young paladin appeared to run complex calculations completely mentally as she determined the correct proportions and weight for the dreidel to spin properly, like a top. Hunk had given the teen a set of tools to help her sculpt, and she had smoothed the sides of the dreidel to perfection. Allura gasped when Pidge picked up a tool only to ruin the perfectly flat sides of the dreidel, carving in an indent. Pidge explained that the princess had no need to worry, as everything she was doing was intentional. Allura resumed spectating while Pidge carved strange symbols. They had some features similar to Altean, but they were otherwise unrecognizable to the young Altean woman.

Pidge, once finished carving the indents, held one side of the dreidel up to Allura. She told her, “So this one-” she pointed to a three-pronged symbol, “-is shin. When you spin that, you add a piece of whatever game currency we’re using to the pot. This-” Pidge signaled to a symbol on a different side, “-is nun. When you get this, it means you don’t do anything, and the next person spins. This next one-” Pidge gestured to a symbol that looked like and unfinished box, “-is hey, and the player who spins this gets half of the pot. This word, everyone’s favorite-” the green paladin smirked mischievously, “-is gimel, and it means you get to take the whole pot.”

“Fascinating! So, this is a gambling game?” Allura asked. Pidge nodded with a cute smile, and the princess voiced, “I thought that gambling was illegal for children on Earth, Shiro. Isn’t that what you told me?”

Shiro, leaning not far from the two on the kitchen wall, chuckled a response, “Well, it is if it’s real money, but this is just a game. You gamble with things like chocolate coins, or typically other small food pieces. Sam always told me Katie hated it when they used peanuts as the currency.”

Pidge concurred furiously, saying that Matt suggested it every year, and their mom always complied, much to Pidge’s chagrin. The smallest paladin complained that Matt did that specifically to rig the game against her since she wanted nothing to do with the gross, dry nuts, so she did everything in her power to get rid of them, even cheating by feeding them to Bae Bae. She recalled with a cringe that last Chanukkah, Matt had just sat across the table, staring at her, crunching down the peanuts when he won.

Once Pidge was finished regaling of her family’s dreidel shenanigans, she sighed, her figure collapsing. Shiro and Allura’s faces shifted to mirror the green paladin’s despairing countenance, and at Shiro’s sympathetic prompting, Pidge revealed the cause of her upset. She vented, “I was just thinking about playing with Matt, you know? He had his own dreidel, and he whittled it himself, just like I carved this one. My mom showed him how… Anyway, we played our own separate games at the Chanukkah parties my parents would host all the time, and I just remember that he loved playing dreidel. Probably because he won,” she cringed fondly, “but looking back on it, we created a lot of memories from playing together, just the two of us. The thing is…” Pidge paused, shoving her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose as her head drooped and Allura put a supportive hand on her shoulder, “…I brought his dreidel with me to the Garrison.” Shiro uttered the paladin’s name in sympathy, walking closer to her and placing his own hand on Pidge’s free shoulder. “It’s the one that Hunk probably saw, and I brought it because I wanted to give it back to Matt when I found him. Only, the night we found you, Shiro, I didn’t realize that I had been playing with it that morning, so when I went out to scan for frequencies that night, I forgot it wasn’t in my bag. By the time I checked for it in my bag, we had already taken down that Galra ship with Voltron for the first time and become the Defenders of the Universe. I still regret it, and I’m worried that I may never get to give it back to him, even if I do find him…”

Shiro stopped Pidge there, cutting her off, “Pidge. You’re going to find your brother. We’re going to bring him back; you have to know that. You’ll get to play dreidel with him again, this time with your own lucky dreidel.”

Allura agreed with the black paladin, putting in that if the two faced off using Pidge’s own dreidel, Matt would finally lose to his sister. Pidge laughed at this, claiming that she doubted it, but she wouldn’t mind losing to Matt again as long as it meant that he was right there with her, doing something other than worrying about a Galra attack or one of them being in the custody of those villains. Shiro guffawed and added that Matt would probably feel the same.

Allura straightened back up as Shiro patted Pidge’s back, and she scanned the kitchen for the other Altean on the ship. “Where is Coran? Shouldn’t he be learning about Chanukkah games as well? He’d love this! …especially since it’s gambling; it’s practically a mini version of the unilu swap shops he used to love so!” Pidge answered that she noticed that Lance had dragged the Altean off to a private room right after they had gotten back from the Space Mall, this time unscathed by Varkon’s pursuit. She assured the young woman that Coran could learn to play dreidel when she re-explained it to the other boys.

The trio was disrupted, however, when Lance came over the intercom of the ship, calling for all to meet on the bridge. Pidge proudly dunked her finished dreidel in the water for it to harden, then obeying Lance’s orders. Shiro and Allura followed too, and the princess joked to Shiro that it seemed that Lance was the holiday black paladin, earning her a hearty chortle from Pidge whilst the man himself scoffed.

Hunk had met up with Shiro, Pidge, and Allura along the way to the bridge, and upon entering, they encountered Lance standing front and center authoritatively, Coran standing behind him and to the side in support.

“Alright, Team Voltron! I was a little busy doing some holiday logistics after we got back from the Space Mall, but I think we’re all ready for a report now!” Lance proclaimed. He pointed to his best friend, inquiring, “Hunk, what’s the food situation?” Hunk answered that there was more than enough to feed the whole team including Keith as their plus one. Shiro brought up Hunk’s idea for the Olkarion feast, and once the yellow paladin delineated his idea, Lance pondered for a moment, then confirmed, “Yeah, that sounds like a super selfless idea! Maybe selfless enough for the Olkari to throw us a para-” a groan from the team indicated to Lance that this was not the time, so he finished, “-Ahem, Hunk, we should absolutely do that. You and I can contact Ryner and make plans for a refugee cookout in the Olkarion woods! So, Shiro, you’ve got some decorations for the ship, right?” Shiro smugly smiled before grabbing his shopping bag from his paladin seat and picking some representative decorations from it. He showed off the Anbytorian stones he’d foolishly purchased, believing them to be peppermint bark, but then proposed that they could be made into tree ornaments. Lance applauded Shiro’s creativity, followed by the rest of the team. Shiro then pulled out some silver string along with cerulean ribbons so that the team could make the halls festive for Hanukkah. Pidge gave her approval, and Lance’s accompanied hers. The man then started pulling out some deflated-looking items that looked like balloons, explaining that they were, apparently, floating lanterns that could be both lit and inflated by simply charging them through a Galra-issued charging station. Lance questioned if they even had one, to which Shiro pointed to his Galra arm, grasped a lantern with the prosthetic, and illuminated it. The lantern puffed up at a frightening speed, then ascended into the ceiling like a rocket. Coran suggested that Shiro should probably charge them with the lowest power setting his hand could offer.

“Great! So, it looks like we’re all set with decorations, except for the tree. Here’s the deal,” Lance began. “Allura, Coran, and I weren’t able to find any Christmas tree, or flora of any kind, at the Space Mall.” The boys and the Alteans groaned in disappointment, at which Lance twisted his face at the Alteans because, hello, they were there, but he amended, “That doesn’t mean we won’t have a tree, though! I won’t sleep until one is found! If I have to wormhole us to the next dimension MYSELF, I’LL DO IT!” Shiro squinted slightly, anticipating another threatening Christmas spirit episode, but Lance seems to have averted it. The red paladin announced, “In the meantime, we’ve got lots to do, Team Voltron, so…!” Pidge slumped in dread of more work, expecting Lance to start bossing them around to start hanging decorations and whatnot. “…get some rest, everyone.” Pidge, caught off guard at Lance’s tender tone, gazed back up to him while he added, “Today’s been a hard days’ work, so we’re going to need to rest our muscles for all of the hard labor of decorating for tomorrow. I’m proud of you, team, you really pulled it together on short notice!”

Hunk expressed hesitance, since Lance always decorated on the first of December no matter what, but Lance answered that he, himself, was tired as well. Lance dismissed everyone, and Hunk softly and fondly grinned at his best friend’s consideration. He, of all people, knew how hyper Lance was about Christmas, so the teenager was proud of his lanky friend’s restraint for the team’s sake.

Lance abruptly protested to everyone leaving, though, as there was one more favor he needed done before he went to bed. The team sighed.

Shiro yawned, smacking his lips while he waited. The sound of the shower had stopped a considerable amount of time ago, and he couldn’t but help growing slightly impatient. He called for Lance in the bathroom, wondering when he’d be done, and for the fifth time, Lance stated that he was ‘almost done.’ Shiro sighed through his nose.

At last, the bathroom door slid open, and Lance exited through it in his pajamas and blue lion slippers. Lance apologized to Shiro for taking so long, but made the excuse that the art of after-show skin care simply could not be rushed. The red paladin then tucked himself and and shimmied into the position of optimal comfort.

“Okay, so, the whole thing should’ve been transcribed on there by Hunk. It’s under the file ‘Lance’s Christmas Bedtime Story,’” Lance told the black paladin.

“This one?” Shiro indicated, and Lance confirmed it. “So, your mom still read you this even while you were in the Garrison.”

“Oh, yeah,” Lance bobbed his head enthusiastically. “We just did it over a video call; it was practically just like she was there! She read me this for the first time back when I was four, back during that December I woke up to decorate.”

Shiro nodded, then opened the file on his tablet. He then recited the transcribed script: “‘The cats nestle close to their kittens, / The lambs have laid down with the sheep. / You’re safe and warm in your bed, my dear. / …please go the ~QUIZNACK~ to sleep,’ Lance, your mom read this to you?”

“Yeah,” Lance put simply. “What of it? Go on.”

Shiro, eyes bulging out of his head, dramatically turned back to face the script, shrugging off his concerns. He continued:

The windows are dark in the town, child.

The whales huddle down in the deep.

I’ll read you one last book if you swear

You’ll go the ~QUIZNACK~ to sleep...

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What I read the other week

Since I keep falling behind with this. But as usual some re-reads, new for me and just Sterek in general! Go read and kudos and comment on things you enjoy!

2/1/17-8/1/17

The Great Gingerbread Bake-Off by mikkimouse | Teen | Summary: This was the seventh year Derek was competing in the gingerbread house competition at the Beacon Hills Holiday Festival, and he'd taken first place for three of those years. The other three years, Stiles had won, each time with even more ridiculous rude gestures and lewd winks in Derek's direction.Derek was bound and determined to take first place this year, and put a halt to Stiles's current winning streak. 

Wood and Nails by rabbitxheart | Mature | Summary: ”The five stages of grief,” Stiles nods and sighs. They've both seen it, been through it. Heard them repeated by therapist after therapist. Stiles doesn't say anything, but they both know which one Derek's slipped into by now.***When things calm down in Beacon Hills, all the things Derek hasn't dealt with come back with a vengeance. Stiles does his best to help him. 

Grey Rainbow by LoveActually_rps | Mature | Summary: “Stiles?” Derek glanced at Stiles’ sleeping form. He didn’t even twitch. Derek continued. “If we…” his lips curved in a fond smile, fingers moving to smooth the creases of Stiles’ eyebrows, his voice coming as whisper. “... as in, you and me - If we get a chance someday… any day, to be together, y’know? I wouldn't mind you wooing me with flowers and all that cliched romantic shit. And you can even flirt with me. I approve.” He gazed at Stiles’ calm face for a long while before drifting off into quiet slumber with the sound of Stiles’ soft snoring in the background. [aka, after pinning for his best friend for four years, Derek learns his teenage crush is easy, but his life isn’t]

I Feel We're Close Enough by samann98 | Explicit | Summary: Derek's two friends share a look and even Boyd can’t muster up the strength to deal with his pathetic attempt at denial. “Come on now, Derek, seriously? We know about you and Stiles.”“Yeah, we know you two are fuck buddies,” Erica adds with a smirk, and Derek buries his head in his hands.“That’s not exactly the terminology I would use,” he murmurs, his whole face burning with embarrassment.“How else would you describe having sex with your best friend who has no clue you’re in love with him?” Boyd asks, actually sounding curious about his answer.Derek lifts his head, opens his mouth to reply, but only ends up making a few ridiculous noises that can’t pass for actual words. When Derek finally just throws his hands up in defeat, admitting, “Okay, fine, that’s exactly how you’d describe it,” Erica and Boyd shake their heads at him.Or the one in which Derek and Stiles are childhood friends, their freshman year of high school Derek makes the craziest suggestion ever, and four years later Stiles decides to take him up on it.

Talk Geeky to Me by stilesanderek (minxxx) | Explicit | Summary: Derek and Stiles are the most typical combo of nerd plus geek two teenage boys could be; and as stereotypical as they could ever get, they're each other's only friend. That usually doesn't bother Stiles much, Derek is the best best friend he could ever hope to have, but sometimes when he thinks about his fate of possibly not having his first kiss until college, he starts wishing he had a few more friends--or at least more people who were a bit more interested in him other than when they need to copy his notes.In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other's first kiss--strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can't stop noticing how hot Derek is, can't stop thinking about kissing and touching him.ORThe five times Derek and Stiles "fake" kiss and one time they take things further.

Nothing But Trouble by charlesdk | Teen | Summary: Stiles and Scott, smugglers, come across an abandoned ship in the middle of nowhere. While looting the ship for goods and valuables, they find an unconscious crew member, who turns out to be a prince. With bounty hunters on their asses, they fly across the galaxy in search for the prince's lost family.

Hello it’s me by hales-republic 

Just to See You Again by MellytheHun | Explicit | Summary: A sterek college!AU where writing student Stiles specializes in love letters, runs a blog about it and can be commissioned to write love letters on behalf of lovers who are at a loss for words.He makes some cash, he’s good at what he does (especially when he gets to be a little more explicit in his letters), it pays for his textbooks and that’s all he’s really looking for and life is fine. That is, until someone anonymously commissions him to write a love letter to mathematics student, Derek Hale.

Professional Werewolf Witch by reptilianraven | Gen | Summary: "Are you going to buy anything else?" Professional Eyebrows says and Stiles would like to buy him. A cup of coffee. On a date.He just ends up pointing at the crate of whatever the fuck is behind Professional Eyebrows' head and says, "Uh, a box of that stuff."P.E. turns, glances at the crate, and raises an eyebrow at Stiles. "You want a box of charmed rattlesnake tail?" God, magic is so fucking weird. "Yeah." Stiles nods because he's making an ass out of himself. The hipster vampire browsing in the corner is not so subtly laughing at him. The sooner he leaves the better.- The one where Derek Hale is a Professional Werewolf Witch who owns a magic shop and Stiles fails at being smooth on a regular basis.

You spin me right round by sterek8night

Freckles, Moles and Teacup Stalls by baeberiibungh  | Gen | Summary: Stiles, Dean and Will share three adjoining stalls at the farmer’s market, where they sell their spouse made wares…

Hitman's conscience by lightsfillthesky | not rated | Summary: ‘I’m meant to kill you but I’ve been watching you for a week to work out how and you’re just too nice.’ AU

The Potential Fatality of Assuming by crossroadswrite | Gen | Summary: The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID. A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it. (OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can't handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)

Not So Super by charlesdk | Teen | Summary: Superman has a crush on Stiles. How does Stiles know? Well, there's the fact that he can't do his damn job without Superman swooping in and saving the day. And there's the fact that he sticks around and chats him up afterward too. Stiles is a cop and knows how to read signs, so it's not just him being full of himself.It's flattering, sure, but Superman is boring and Stiles has no interest in him. No, he much prefers the dorky reporter Derek Hale.

Tumblr fic by nevillelongbottom Summary: sterek prompt: derek/stiles sees the other in a gay bar with someone else hitting on them and derek/stiles looks uncomfortable so the other goes and pretends to be their boyfriend to save them

Like what you see? by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries | Not rated | Summary: here’s some fluff, bed sharing, fake/pretend relationships, friends to lovers, and derek’s thumbhole sweater all in 1.6k words

A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer | Explicit | Summary: When Derek finally realizes that there's nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home. (A podfic/fanfic collaboration)

Love Me, Love You by littlestdeath | Explicit | Summary: Stiles is generally okay. Sometimes he hates himself, and it’s probably not healthy that he doesn’t talk about it, but what with all the nearly dying at least once a month, he figures his monthlies can take a back seat for now.And that works right up until the moment that Derek starts flirting with him.

Sugar, Spice, Everything Nice by AsagiStilinski | Teen | Summary: Three years ago Stiles Stilinski walked into Straight From Hale Bakery to get a birthday cake for his daughter Now, through a series of stupid events, he's sitting at a bake sale table next to his apparent longtime freind (who he's completely in love with) Derek Hale, trying to sell cookies to win his daughter's class a pizza party- and also to defeat the not-exactly-evil Atlanta Five Bakery that the Hales have some strange vicious rivalry with, who just so happens to be trying to win a pizza party for THEIR daughter too Also: Werewolves, levitating apple juice, and covert operations via Lydia Martin Seriously what in the hell is his life?

my bones may break by Marishna | Teen | Summary: “What are you doing here?” “What am I doing in the middle of the woods at night?” Derek shot back sarcastically. “What the hell is this, Stiles?”

Especially Derek, who still scares me by LoveActually_rps | Teen | (One of my absolute favorites!)  Summary: “The Hales are dangerous, Lydia,” Jackson butted in, coming to Stiles’ rescue. “Haven't you heard the rumors about how they eat newly turned weres on the night of the full moon?” “Wha-” Stiles let out a strangled noise and Jackson patted him in fake sympathy, suppressing his usual cocky smile. “Well, haven’t you heard the rumors about how they grow horns and a pointed tail and carry a pitchfork on other nights?” Allison countered, huffing out a soft laugh. “Those rumors are ridiculous,” “Can we please stop talking about the Hales?” Stiles pleaded, shivering and tired, rubbing the towel over his flat dripping hair. “...especially Derek, who still scares me,” he swallowed hard. [aka, even though Talia Hale’s first and foremost plan on moving to Beacon Hills was to “Clean up the Hale image”, Derek looked far too contented with his “Scaring the shit out of Stiles” plan. Just - he didn’t know Stiles was already of age and maybe transforming into something pretty badass any day]

It's Not My Lovestory by LoveActually_rps | Gen | Summary: When your soulmate’s first words to you were supposed to be etched on your wrist, a blank wrist was quite intriguing and an open invitation to be teased. Derek’s wrist was missing a soulband. Every single person in his acquaintance had a soulband, God! Even Greenberg had a soulband.

I'll Love You for a Thousand More Years by LoveActually_rps | Teen | Summary: “Reject me, Alpha,” Cora muttered, her voice low and trembling. She raised her head finally to meet Stiles’ stunned, confused gaze. “…please,” she added with steady but glassy eyes. [To stop recurring invasion threats from the Argent nation a few wolf nations decided to ally. Stiles Stilinski – the Alpha and the only heir of the Stilinski nation - was supposed to mate the Hale Omega – Cora Hale. But, things didn't quite go according to the plan]

Hello, Heartbreaker by astoryaboutwar | Explicit | Summary: It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that. Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone's a werewolf, and everyone's alive.)

I want you (no, I mean your art) by ElisAttack | Mature | Summary: "Scott, remember that new encaustic painting I sold last week?" "Yeah, why?" "Derek Hale's fucking a twink beside it." Or the one where Stiles is an artist whose artworks keep appearing in his favourite porn star's videos.

Grown Up Hot by Inell | Teen | Summary: Derek’s college Dream Boy just happens to be the nerdy kid he bullied back in middle school. Karma sucks.

And here’s three on going stories I read:

Human is Just a Word by lady emebalia (emebalia) | Explicit | 84/85 Summary:  Getting claimed by a werewolf has so not been on Stiles' agenda for the night. But at least he can choose whose human pet he's going to be. That's a plus, right?

Adult Wolf by KouriArashi | Teen | 18/? Summary: As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...Season one re-telling with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.

Bruises and Bitemarks by oblivions172 | Explicit | 15/? Summary: Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.