#except not having my safe space is going to fuck up my ability to mask big time

[merulanoir]

So I'm now going to be living elsewhere for 1.5 months while my flat is being renovated. This means my routine is basically in pieces and oh boy how awful that feels.

My mobile network is patchy here and idk if I can get wifi in this temporary flat. It's going to be one and a half months before I get to go home and sleep in my own bed and. Yeah.

I hate this, I want to go home.

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i am HOME NOW prepare to be fucking PRESSURE WASHED WITH INFO NOW because im going to talk about my favorite oc:

GRANDPA

this fruity mother fucker that i am obsessed with and think about every single day of my goddamn life is Csatta (pronounced Sah-cha). He's old and pathetic and i think about him Every Fucking Day

He's very old I want to reiterate that- nearly 47 billion years old. He's older than the universe he's currently living in. (The universe- Oblivion- is a collab between myself and a close friend)

He was one of the last of his species left in his home universe when he left, along with his sister and a small group of survivors. The only two left there now are both major gods and can't be killed.

Speaking of his sister! She's not actually related to him, because they don't have parents. They're both whats known as Primordial Solraine. The first members of their species formed from pure magic by the hand of the god that created them. They consider each other siblings because they're two sides of a magical coin- Csatta is space, and Urivii is time- and they just clicked in that sibling way.

Every single Solraine in Oblivion is there *because* of him, with a few more modern exceptions like Cyclohexane. His magic (dubbed Spacefolding) provides him with an ability to manipulate space extremely precisely, and he's strong enough to spacefold between completely separate universes. In their home universe they were driven to extinction, except for those he sent to Oblivion to keep safe.

Also speaking of his magic! He shaped his body specifically for it. One of the things that helps him focus his ability is physical motion, specifically grasping the air and bringing his hands together. He refers to it as "visualizing the fold" he's making and it's the entire reason why his second set of arms is so like that. They're little and vestigial looking because the only thing he uses them for is his magic.

I don't just call him grandpa because he's old either, he Is a grandpa! Many times over, in fact! His lineage is mostly lost to time as he hasn't had many kids, but he has four known (great) grandkids in oblivion. They're Seraph, Erredas, Telvora, and Ramarii. He's also got 3 kids in Oblivion- The oldest is his daughter Valentine, and the younger two are the twins Luto and Neresine.

Despite his chill and slightly aloof personality/behavior he very much has ADHD by the way. He's hard to shut up and never stops moving, especially when he's talking. His hands go everywhere.

He also made himself a pocket dimension where he stores his important things. He uses it as a hammerspace/extra pockets sometimes, but really its just his prized possessions. Some keepsakes, his gun and waraxe, and his viola all live here permanently.

bonus small facts: he's a decent cook, a mild germophobe, has a hole in his head that the mask is covering, and is capable of killing.

(btw, a lot of the ocs linked belong to my cool friend @erezar-zaral-rezanova, the one who actually started Oblivion and a very swag artist!)

[kazuhasbunny]

thank you hehe im glad u enjoyed it!!! i do have a blog kinda??? but i don't post any of my horn knee thots in it cause,,, it feels like i'll get judged if i do. this blog feels like a safe space for me to go buck wild and let lose the extra horniness if it makes sense? ofc if u don't feel comfortable with it, feel free to tell me and i can stop !!!

anyway here is some classic porn plot threads for u!!! (sorry if they're a bit shorter than usual, im writing this when I just woke up heheh)

- in honor of birthday boy, imagine xiao needing to fucc u in order to cleanse his extra karmic retribution (like think of the traveler's ability to cleanse except ur not the traveler) so one evening, ur minding ur own business when the masked yaksha just drops in ur room growling and pins u to the wall, immediately ripping ur clothes off and just slide in you without any prep.

- because of ur ability to heal (urself and others), the tsaritsa herself assigned you, a lowly grunt, to be the harbingers' cute little fucktoy and cumdump, as every time they over use their delusions, they can simply have you suck them, eat them out, or have your holes me plugged by them and you act like a starving person, siphoning the extra elemental energy and damage that may have been placed on them when they overuse their delusions.

- just because they have given up their gnosis (or in venti's case, forcefully coerced) doesn't mean they don't have a back up plan to have an extra,,, battery of power, shall we say? you are the seventh's most well guarded secret,,, and their most devoted, giving urself up to get absolutely fucked over and over so that you can store some of their powers in cases of emergencies. and when the time comes that they are in need of said power that they fucked in u? get ur holes ready, cause they're gonna get ravaged all day and night.

okay that's mostly it, sorry if it isn't as detailed or as good as my other ones hehehe

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mmhm yes i understand , no worries ! here , just let out all of yalls horn knee thoughts because this is a safe place for us hornies . literally not joking this blog was made for a purpose HMSSGG bye </33 but dw , im comfortable with anything :)) just send in and ill try my best to reply !

and anon , i'd like to say ...,, tysm for the food..... i love the fatui one mostly help ..!!! henemwnw pls i just wanna be a cumdump for them </33 aanwbw i LOVE your these ... literall.y..... your asks are so ??!,,!!! loves every one of my anons dearly <33 again , no need to forgive ! heehe detailed or not i'm honored to see yalls thirsts

[whaleofatjme1920]

HEY B GIMMIE THAT SWEET SWEET RIVAL MATCHUP U ALREADY KNO

You already know who this is but ill still give u a hot rundown: My names Ally, im 20 years old 5’7’’ and a Leo/year of the dragon/INFP. She/They pronouns and im Pansexual but i dont think that matters much in this situation >:P. Appearance wise i have shoulder length curly red hair and green/grey eyes, suuuuper pale skin and freckles. Im def an ambivert, very protective of people who mean alot to me and kind of sharp tempered, especially when people start talking about shit they dont know anything about. Im also a pretty big perfectionist and people pleaser and will beat the FUCK outta myself if i feel like i let people down or made people upset when i could have helped it. But thats all about me, heres those wacky questions!

- Stated before, but im an August Leo! I would say my aura would probably be a pinkish/ purple color? For dislikes i def dont like bitter foods, being too hot, rumors, people talking behind my back, ppl who act like they know what theyre talking about, ppl cutting me off when i lose my train of thought, conservatives, not caring about climate change/the planet in general, tight or restrictive clothes, not having enough time in the day, capitalism, ect. Honestly the most off the wall thing for me that would make me throw hands on sight would probably be someone saying some shit about my close friends behind their back to me.

- Once when I was 14 me and about 10 other people squeezed into a mini van at about 3am and drove around the town, not a single one of us had a license or were over the age of 16, and we were all ridiculously drunk and high the entire time (except the driver. we were underage, not stupid). After driving halfway across the island we got pulled over by cop on the interstate, and he walked up to the car, looked at the driver, then into the passenger seat and saw literally 10 KIDS OBVIOUSLY DRINKING and the car absolutely reeked of bud, then looked back at the driver and simply told him “Your tail light is out. Get home safe” and drove away. Ive never seen god faster than that moment LMAO

- I could never willingly fight a raccoon, youre sick for suggesting that >:/ They are precious boys and ive saved too many from drowning in my pool for me to lay a finger on one. And as for dealbreakers? My biggest one in a relationship is cheating, but thats pretty basic LMAO. I would also say one that’s definitely second in rank would be expecting someone to stay the same through out the relationship and getting upset when the person changes. We are human beings and developing and growing, if you dont support me in that nothing is going to work. I explained a bunch of things i dislike in people above, but ill also add in here people who hurt animals in any way/ litter for no reason. If one of my friends throws a piece of trash out of my car im slammin on the brakes and youre getting out and picking it up. And god forBID you touch an animal around me il doing whatever you did to it to yourself no hesitation.

- I would hate being stuck in a room with anyone, i have decently bad claustrophobia and if we were in there for more than a day i would start bugging out LOL But probably the worst type of person would be someone who just doesn’t shut up and trys to act like they know everything. Those are like, the most insufferable people to me. ESPECIALLY if theyre wrong and refuse to admit it. Whenever i think of being locked in a room, somehow i always imagine like a dark navy blue room with one small window and completely empty floors and walls, everything made out of carpet. Dont ask me why, i have absolutely no clue.

my feed back is ily bitch gimmie a good one i wanna fight a bitch

Your enemy is… Eyeless Jack!

In general:

I told you this yesterday but I wasn’t expecting you to send this in and must've spent like 5 straight minutes wheezing reading this. My gut reaction was Jeff, but based on what you wrote about the room, I’m going to say your enemy is actually Eyeless Jack!

Things he doesn’t like about you and how he pisses you off:

EJ doesn’t like that you’re a Leo. I’m not elaborating on that. He’s such a cold, clinical, heartless bastard that everything you are just goes against whatever tf he actually believes and acts as. I feel like you being a perfectionist would just brush against his perfectionist tendencies and habits. He’d say everything you’re doing is wrong. Just a dick. EJ may or may not exploit your weaknesses but that’s just because he thinks it’s fun and doesn’t like you.

EJ is a god of knowing what he’s talking about and it leads to this cocky, know it all attitude. It’s gonna brush you the wrong way. He knows that and takes joy in it. He will always attempt to one up you in knowledge and grin when he sees you falter. On the other end, if you catch him off guard he’s gonna be SO MAD. He will purposely turn up the heat in your presence just to make you upset. He will breathe down your neck and get in your personal space just to make you more uncomfortable. EJ isn’t anywhere NEAR a conservative or a climate change denier but he will take those positions just to make you mad and laugh over your attempts at arguing with him. Like Jeff, he’s a huge devil’s advocate and will start shit just because he can. I don’t actually think he’d talk about your friends negatively in front of you though, but he would definitely say stuff about you to your face.

EJ thinks it’s stupid you drank underage and will poke that memory. He will use insults about alcohol and the brain despite drinking a ton himself. If you call him out on it, he will fold. Literally throw everything he says about you back at him and he will get puffy and fast. EJ can’t always handle change that well so like, he’s a stubborn guy. Despite how logical he can be and how smart he is, socially he is so uncouth!! EJ doesn’t litter so you don’t have to worry about that but he’s definitely gonna do things that push your buttons, mostly say things that put you off. He’s not claustrophobic. He will put you in situations like that just because he can. The dark navy blue of his mask is going to haunt you. EJ will act like a god in your presence and snarl when you dare question his abilities. CALL HIM OUT. HUMBLE HIM PLEASE.

He agrees on the raccoon thing ngl. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but EJ has such a soft spot for animals - mostly birds - but he can’t fault you for the raccoon thing. He's also not too fond of litter so he has to agree with you on that one too.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Knowing you for as long as I have, I was so, so ready to actually put you with Jeff. However, the more I read into this the more my intuition screeched that you would actually throw hands with EJ and I find that HILARIOUS. Just the arguments between you and this tall, muscular demon man is just - “what? What? WHAT” It’s beautiful. I’m serious, Merida vs. a literal demon. That’s all. Ily. <3

[amazedforjjk]

Black Crow - Yoongi

Summary: It’s not often you stumble upon a handsome tied up man in your parking lot in the dead of the night. What adventures this mysterious stranger is going to embark you on?

Genre: mafia!Yoongi, angst, humor, a tiny tiny hint of fluff

Warnings: Strong language, violence, blood and injuries, mentions of abuse and torture, tragic backstory, snarky Yoongi

A.N: Black Crow is finally here!! I’m so excited for you guys to read it! I’ll go on a hiatus for about two weeks but I’ll be back, don’t worry! I already have a new story idea I’m excited about!! Please tell me what you thought of Black Crow, I love interacting with you guys!!

Word count: 14K

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10:43 pm

It’s pitch black when you step out through the big glass doors of your office complex and the only way you manage to put a foot in front of the other without falling on your face is thanks to your flashlight on your phone. Everyone is already gone by now, and you should be as well but your boss had asked you to stay later tonight, because that fucker isn’t able to prepare a powerpoint by himself. Fucking boomers and their inability to use a computer. You huff in frustration as your heels click on the ground. You try to readjust your tight skirt by pulling at the edge. You hate this office with a passion, from your boss to his abject dress code. You absolutely despise having to dress in a tighter than normal grey skirt along with dark pantyhoses and a white blouse just for him to ogle you and your female coworkers. Your scalp hurts from having to pull your hair in a tight bun everyday.

Your heels are so fucking painful after a day of working, your boss making a point of having you run around the open space for different files that he strangely doesn’t need merely five minutes after asking you for them. You are not his assistant either, so you shouldn’t have to do anything for his fat ass but he holds your career in his hands, promising you the position you aspired towards for the past year without ever committing to his word. You huff again as you try to find your car in the dark, holding your phone between your shoulder and your cheek while you rummage in your purse to find your keys. Your office’s neighborhood isn’t exactly unsafe at night but you’d rather be home as fast as possible.

Admittedly, no one’s waiting for you there, except your bed and a comfy pair of pants, but you still sigh in contentment when you find the button to open your car. You get in in a hurry, throwing your bag across on the passenger seat and starting the car up. You already feel more relaxed in your car, removing your painful heels to drive. Your ankles are covered in blisters for sure and the tight fabric of your pantyhose pressing against the tender skin makes you grit your teeth. You drive home in a hurry, certainly not very safely but you don’t seem to care tonight, still fueled on the rage you piled up inside you today.

It’s definitely not your dream job, but a writer’s salary doesn’t pay the bills, at least not yours. And it’s not that bad; Sure you hate everyone in this office but the work in itself is okay, and the paycheck is worth the trouble. It’s thanks to that that you are two steps from owning your apartment in the center of the city, currently reimbursing your loan from the bank. It’s also why you need that new position; Bigger responsibilities but a bigger paycheck and flexible hours, perfect for an aspiring writer. Most importantly, you’ll don’t have to do anything for your asshole of a boss anymore.

You park in your parking spot down your building complex, calming down as you retrieve your keys from the ignition. You sigh. Sometimes you think you let the rage of your job consume you because it masks the loneliness overflowing from you everytime you come back home. You shouldn’t feel that way; you are the one who decided to move thousands of miles away from your parents. You are the country girl who decided to flee her small town to settle in the big city. You are not the only one, most of your friends moved as well, but not to the capital and sometimes you feel really alone. Even if you live in an over crowded city you can’t seem to find people to talk to other than a therapist.

You sigh as you slip your uncomfortable heels back on, stepping out of your car with your bag. You don’t notice at first the grunts and sounds of straining as you close your door and lock the car, but when you do you still instantly. Your eyes scan all around you while you strain your ears to find the origin of the noise. It sounds like a man is struggling against something, huffing and puffing in frustration.

The parking lot is empty and dimly lit, which is not unusual at this time of the night. You grab your phone tightly in your hand. The screen reads 11:07 pm before you tap on the emergency button. You don’t call the cops yet, but you feel a bit more reassured now that they are only a phone call away. You tentatively step closer to the trunk of your car towards the sound, steadying your breathing to be as silent as you can. Surely the person making the sound has already heard you arriving in your car and knows you are here but the fear gnawing your stomach keeps you from thinking straight. You forget about your painful heels, the rage of the day and your loneliness to focus entirely on the sounds . You can tell the man is still struggling, grunts and curse words alike becoming louder.

The deep voice spits a “Fuck!” and a car two rows away from yours sways lightly as if someone pushed against it. Having finally located the source of the sound you approach the car slowly, only stopping when you are close enough to determine what’s happening. A man is sitted against the back door of said car, head turned to look at his hands behind his back while struggling so that you can only see his raven hair. From the rope tied around his shoulders, you gather that his hands must be tied up as well and that he must be trying, with no success thus far, to break free.

He doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet, and you take advantage of that to figure out what the hell you are supposed to do in this situation. You could call the cops, leave him in their hands and he’ll be fine. Or you could try to free him from his bonds, there’s no need to get the police involved if it’s only a bad prank gone wrong. You glance at the chains around his neck; a silver skull is on the biggest of them and you can’t help but gulp. He could be dangerous… Like a gang member? Who else wears chains and skulls nowadays? Or he could be in danger, you realize as you notice a big dark stain on his khaki shirt. Wait, is that blood?

You let out an involuntary squeak as the stain seems to get even bigger. Your eyes widen when you realize how much you fucked up and you bring your hands to your mouth as if it would silence you but it’s too late. At the sound the man snaps his head in your direction, his grey eyes instantly finding yours. His brows are furrowed in both frustration and surprise, making him look intimidating. What shocks you the most though is the huge scar coming from his forehead to his cheekbone. You can’t help but take a step back, your hands falling to your sides, revealing your gaping mouth.

His eyes scour you and his eyebrows relax when he seems to understand that you pose no threat to him, but he still doesn’t talk. He gets up from where he was sitting, using the car behind him for support, gritting his teeth together in effort. You take another step back and your rear meets the car behind you. He looks much more intimidating now; he isn’t particularly tall nor is he very broad but his stance makes him terrifying. Your instincts are screaming at you to run away, that he is dangerous, but it’s like you are glued in place, unable to move. It’s only when he winces in pain again, surely from the wound on his side that you regain your ability to form coherent thoughts.

He is tied up and wounded; The man’s not a lot of a threat for you right now. A kick in his groin and you should be able to get home without a problem. You gulp before breaking the silence.

“You are wounded… It looks bad” is all you can muster tentatively. Silence.

Wow, that was lame, you internally cringe. He simply cocks an eyebrow and a smirk appears on his lips.

“Yeah, no shit”

You stammer and you feel your face heat up. Unable to find a witty comeback, you just huff, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Look, you need help or not?” you say simply but that is enough to wipe the smirk off his lips. It’s his turn to huff before looking away from you and you wonder how he could seem so intimidating earlier. He turns around, not without difficulty, facing away from you in an incredible demonstration of trust, displaying his tied up hands and you warily step towards him.

“Don’t try anything, I have a taser in my purse,” you bluff, eyeing the ropes currently cutting into his chafed wrists. The ropes are bloodied and you question how long he was trying to break free for. His shoulders move up and down as he laughs.

“I’ll be good,” he says, his voice filled with sarcasm. You roll your eyes. He is way too sassy for someone presently tied up.

You start to tug at his binds, trying to find the knot to let him free. He grunts as you put pressure on the damaged skin of his wrists. You look up from his wrist to look at him. He is turned but you can see his strained face in the car window’s reflection. Now that you can see him from a closer perspective, he looks abnormally livid, eyes unfocused and panting. He looks like he’s about to pass out, you note. Wait, he is passing out! You barely have the time to catch him before one of his knees falters.

“Hey hey hey- Dude? Are you okay?” you ask, voice full with concern. He mumbles, quite clearly unable to talk. “Fuck” you curse under your breath. You’ll deal with the rope later, you need to treat his wound. You grab his shoulder, trying to get him to lean on you and you start to walk to your apartment complex. He doesn’t even try to complain, and you are grateful; It’s already too difficult to carry his weight in your flimsy heels, especially without a good grasp on him. The ropes around him make it difficult for you to hold him steady, and he almost fell a few times when you tried to get a better grip.

Your perfect bun is ruined by the time you reach the elevator, and you are panting from the effort. Who’d have thought having to drag a semi conscious man across a fucking parking lot would be so difficult? The elevator ride provides you with a break, and you simply keep him against the wall while you catch your breath. His face is lolling forward, chin pressed against his chest. He still looks white as a sheet and you start to worry. Was it really a good idea to bring him home? You are capable of treating wounds, that’s not the problem, but if his wound is too deep or if he needs a blood transfusion you won’t be able to do anything.

“Shit, I should’ve brought you to the hospital,” you say, mainly to yourself as you stare at the elevator’s mirror.

“NO!” he shouts, making your head snap to look at him, alarmed. He managed to lift his head to look at you, his grey eyes burning with a fiery determination. “No hospital,” he repeats, and you nod at him, disconcerted. He calms after your nod, his head sinking back down to his chest.

Entering your apartment was a challenge; You had to hold the black haired man against the wall with your side while you searched your purse for your keys. He almost fell when you found them and forgot to press into him against the wall to open the door. Thankfully for him you realised your mistake early enough, dropping both your keys and bag to keep him from crashing on the wooden floor. You are also grateful none of your neighbours decided to take a midnight stroll, or they would have seen you pressing a tied up and passed out man against the wall with your body while desperately trying to open the door. Hardly something you want to be remembered by.

You plop the unconscious man on the couch unceremoniously, forgetting for a second his wound. You wince when you realise your mistake, but thankfully the man is too out of it to make one of his snarky comments. You retrieve your first aid kit from the bathroom and take advantage of his state to treat his wound. It is not too deep so you are able to patch it up without having to stitch him up. You’ve never been so happy to have a nurse as a mother, having learned most of your healing skills from her. You conclude, relieved, that his passing out is mostly due to the shock rather than excessive blood loss, since he didn’t seem to have a concussion when he talked to you. Adrenaline must have kept him in a conscious state of mind until he realized you didn’t mean any harm.

You cut through the rope with a kitchen knife, taking the opportunity to inspect him for any more injuries. You treat his wrists with an antiseptic cream before bandaging them. He is not otherwise severely harmed, though he does sport some nasty bruises on his --surprisingly toned-- chest. What the fuck happened to him?

You sit back on the ground, facing him, when you finally finish your check-up. His breathing is steady and he seems to have regained a splash of color on his face. You take the opportunity to take a better look at him. His features are sharp though he does have a cute button nose and cute pink lips. You shake your head to chase those thoughts. What is wrong with you, checking out a passed out man?

You check for his temperature before sighing. You are incredibly tired, the day was already exhausting as it is, nevermind with this sudden encounter. You decide against putting away the kitchen knife, instead taking it with you to your room. You are nice, not stupid, and though you don’t feel in danger anymore, you are not the one to take unnecessary risks.

It’s already well past midnight when you go to sleep, knife under your pillow. You hope your guest on the couch will wake up early as you need to be up early tomorrow for your job. You’d like him to be gone as soon as possible, men like this only mean trouble. Sure you’d like to know a bit more about him, like how did he wind up in your parking lot at 11pm tied up and injured. But you know the saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat’, and you value your comfortable life too much to put it in jeopardy for a man’s backstory. Who knows what could happen?

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You wake up late the next morning. After a quick shower and almost falling flat on your ass trying to get dressed as fast as possible, you sprint out your room into the living room. The couch is empty and you smile to yourself. He’s gone. Good. It’s one less thing for you to worry about so you dart through the door, trying to make it in time before getting chewed out by your boss for arriving 3 minutes late.

You manage to sit at your desk one minute before the start of your shift and you sigh. Here we go again, another day of having to deal with dumbasses. Despite the fact that you woke up late, the rest of the day proves to be quite good. Instead of being his usual manipulative asshole self, your boss decides to ask you in his office to talk about your well deserved promotion, and tells you that an interview is set for you tomorrow in order to decide whether or not you should get the job. You spend the rest of the day on cloud nine, excastic to finally see your hard work rewarded.

You rush home after another hard day of work, sleep deprived and craving the comfort of your covers. It seems however that fate has other plans for you, you realise when you open the door to fall on last night’s guest. He was still here. Shit. He is comfortably seated on your couch, feet on the table while he’s watching TV. Eyes wide, you drop your bag on the floor.

“What the fuck are you still doing here?! I thought you were gone!” you shout at him. He nonchalantly eyes you up and down, smirking at your crestfallen expression.

“You locked me in this morning,” he answers simply. “I couldn’t open the door to get out.”

The way he pronounces these words without a care in the world leads you to believe he mustn't have tried really hard to get out. You bring your hands to rub your face, feeling anger building up within you. Who does he think he is?

“You have a nice place,” he says gesturing around him with his hand. “Also, you shouldn’t keep a knife under your pillow, it’s dangerous,” he adds, brows furrowed in fake concern.

“You went in my room?!” you ask, clearly fuming. The nerve of this guy!

“Of course, I had to make sure I couldn’t find another exit”, he says, as if it was obvious. This guy is seriously getting on your last nerve, and you grit your teeth, trying to avoid exploding in his face. He seems to pick up on your aggravated state and his face becomes serious. He lifts his feet from the table, standing up to move closer to face you.

“Thank you for last night. I owe you a lot”

He bows slightly and it’s like your anger evaporates, making way for your curiosity to take over.

“Yeah about that… What happened to you last night?” His face hardens instantly and his whole body stiffens. He seems to ponder what to say for a while, obviously not quite ready to let you in on the situation.

“I can’t tell you--”

“I think you owe me that much” you retort, interrupting his refusal. He huffs and thinks for a bit more time.

“You’re right. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I had... uh...  Some troubles... With a gang”

By the way he forces the words out of his mouth, you figure this is the most you’ll get out of him right now. It does make sense in a way, and you are now glad you could help him. You hum in acknowledgment and he seems relieved to know you won’t ask anymore questions. It’s his business anyway, and you already know enough.

“I figure that you need to lay low for a while, wrong?” you sigh, passing by him to go to the kitchen. He looks surprised but quickly regains his composure. He hums positively, still not quite sure where this is going. “It’s late, you can stay tonight as well if you want.” 

You don’t know why you are saying this. Inviting a stranger to stay for one more night? Are you going nuts? Are you really that lonely that you would invite someone --whom you met in sketchy circumstances, let’s not forget-- to spend the night with you? His response cuts the little voice in your head nagging at you.

“That’d be good, yes” and you turn to meet his eyes. His face is still serious but you can discern a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m Y/l/n Y/n by the way”

“Min Yoongi”

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi. Tonight’s menu is take out,” you say, turning to face him completely, leaning on the counter behind you.

“I’m fine with that,” he says with a playful smile and you don’t fail to notice the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. Did you say something funny?

You brush it off, instead focusing on ordering chicken fried rice and dumplings from your favorite chinese place in the neighborhood on your phone. Yoongi returns to focus on the TV while you order, and you take advantage of this to observe him. At first glance, he looks fairly nonchalant, without a care in the world, but the more you examine him, you notice the slight movements of his eyes whenever you make a sound. He doesn’t look uneasy, more like generally careful of you. In fact, it looks like he chose to sit where he could monitor you without you catching him, sitting at a certain angle so he doesn’t have to turn his head to watch you.

You gulp, suddenly feeling more on edge than before. Now that you see it, he seems more controlled than you would think, as though the very way he sits is meticulous; as if to convey that he is non-threatening to you, while still being able to act if need be. You can’t help but feel he might have downplayed his troubles, that type of behaviour does not match with a small lowlife’s who would just have “some troubles with a gang”. No, he knows what he’s doing, and has known from the very beginning, purposefully using sarcasm to break the tension and get you to help him. You don’t think he manipulated you into bringing him home though, that man was too passed out to manage that feat.

You grab the counter to ground you. Realising you just welcomed someone that appears to be dangerous and manipulative into your own home is not a great feeling. If Yoongi has noticed your sudden tenseness, he doesn’t let it show. He’ll be gone by tomorrow, you remind yourself, trying to calm your pounding heart. You feel like a prey stuck with a wolf in sheep’s disguise. But you are no damsel in distress, you’ll be just fine if you stay wary. Keep your guard up while not letting him know you figured him out. Guess you’ll be sleeping with a knife under your pillow tonight as well.

The rest of the night continues on fairly pleasantly. You do most of the talking during the night, telling him stories about your awful boss and your dream job. Yoongi is actually good company, listening to you with a smile, though you still feel that he contains himself. You purposefully avoid talking about his past or his job, not wanting to make a wrong move and anger him. The less you know the better. The atmosphere between the two of you is still somewhat tense, and you all but jump when the doorbell rings, announcing your dinner’s arrival.

He does seem to relax once his stomach full, even going as far to flash you a gummy smile when you lose balance and the empty take out boxes come crashing onto the ground. Granted, he was laughing at your clumsiness but you had a good time nonetheless.

“I need to be up early tomorrow, I should hit the sack,” you say while throwing out the take out boxes. “I’ll leave at 7:30 so you’ll have to leave at that time too”, you add and he hums in understanding.

You bid him goodnight before entering your room and as you are pushing the door a small “Thank you, Y/n” escapes his lips. You turn around and return his small smile. Is it just you or did this one seem sincere?

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You don’t wake up sleep deprived this time around. In fact, you feel better than you have in a while. Is this the effect of having company for once? You scoff at your own thoughts before preparing yourself for the day. No, it’s of course because of your near new job interview. Yoongi is up and ready when you step out of your room to get your coffee, his wet hair sticking to his face.

“You want one?”, you ask him, pointing at the coffee machine. He nods and thanks you when you hand him a coffee. This morning feels a little awkward, you note. You are not quite sure what to say in this situation, and apparently neither is he because the both of you are just staring at each other while sipping your coffees, waiting for the other to say something. You also note the contrast between you too; him, wearing worn out grey jeans and an oversized khaki bomber jacket, and you, wearing a tight black skirt, an assorted suit jacket and an ironed white blouse. Once done with your coffee, you slip your uncomfortable heels and the both of you step out into the elevator.

It is finally time for you to separate when you step out on the street. You turn to face him, suddenly feeling embarrassed. What to say? You are relieved when he starts talking first.

“Thank you for letting me stay, Y/n, I owe you one”, he says with a small smile.

“Well, two if we’re honest”, you answer with a smirk. He looks at you amused. You take a glance at your watch. “Alright, I should go, or I’ll be late for my interview. Goodbye, Min Yoongi”. You wave at him. You fail to notice the men coming up from behind him. You should have, you have never seen them before, and them sporting black clothes and heavy gold chains would have stuck with you. Yoongi does notice the ones coming from behind you though, his eyes widening. It’s far too late however, and he cannot reach you before he is grabbed from the back. You scream when you feel two pairs of hands on each side of you, maintaining you in place. Yoongi is trying to fight off his assailants but he is quickly overpowered, knocked out by a nasty blow to his temple. For your credit, your struggling gave them a hard time trying to contain you as well, scratching and kicking in every direction, but a hit in the face is enough to finally calm you, rendering you unconscious.

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You wake up face down in the trunk of a car. You can tell by the sound of the engine as well as the smell of gasoline. Your head hurts and you are disoriented. Everything is dark and you are cramped up in a tiny space, something soft under you. The haze surrounding your mind lifts instantaneously when you remember what happened before you blacked out. You struggle when you find out your hands and feet are tied up, but still at once when the soft thing under you releases an ‘ooomph’ sound.

“Yoongi?!”, you shriek. You immediately regret speaking so loud, cursing under your breath. Just because you can’t hear them in the car doesn’t mean they can’t hear you.

“Yeah..” he responds, voice strained, obviously in pain from the elbow you lodged in his ribs as you tried to move around.

“What the fuck is going on?”, you whisper-shout, anger boiling in your veins. You knew that man was trouble but you invited him in anyway. This is what you get when you don’t listen to your instincts. You hear him sigh above your head.

“Remember the gang I told you about?” he says tentatively, knowing you are only inches away from exploding. “Well, I killed their leader and they are not very happy with me right now.”

You can’t believe what you are hearing.

“And that’s ‘some troubles’ for you?! What the fuck, Yoongi?!”

“That’s really all that you take away from what I just said?”, he retorts in disbelief.

No, it’s really not. But right now, the fact that you are acquaintances with a murderer is the least of your worries. “Fuck”, you utter, hitting your head softly on his chest. The fear mixing with anger inside you makes it difficult for you to think. How are you going to get out of this mess?

“You seem awfully calm for someone who’s just been kidnapped, Yoongi”, you say against his chest, your head still a bit dizzy from the hit you’ve received from your kidnappers.

“This is not my first rodeo, sweetheart”

You scoff at his nonchalant response, but it somehow reassures you a bit. At least you are not alone.

“So, what’s your fucking plan to get us out of here then, cowboy?”, you ask, expecting a brilliant plan to get the both of you out of harm’s way unscathed and-

“I don’t know yet”

Were you drinking anything, you would’ve spat your drink in his face in disbelief. But you are not, so you decide to head butt him in the chest instead. Hard.

“Ow, what the fuck?”, he whisper-shouts, obviously surprised by your sudden violence.

“You got me in this mess dude, now you get me out of it!”

You are seeing red. Even in this kind of situation he isn’t serious, driving you crazy with his nonchalant responses. He is going to get me killed, you think to yourself.

“I’ve escaped once from them, I can do it again. They are not exactly the brightest bunch”, he says, and you feel him shift under you. “The sole fact that they took you with me is proof. Would you turn on your back please, darling?”

Though you don’t understand why, you comply without a complaint. The man is supposed to be used to this, now’s not the time to ask questions. You twist on your back with difficulty, not without purposefully elbowing him in the stomach once again, disguising it as an accident when he starts to curse you out. As soon as you are in position, you feel his hands feeling around their way to yours, reaching your binds in no time. You can’t help but shriek when the cold blade of what you guess is a knife touches your forearm.

“First rule of kidnapping, darling, always check the belt”, he explains while cutting through the rope attaching your wrists together with dexterity. You are free in less time that you need to say it, rubbing your chafed wrists in disbelief. You are impressed to say the least, and quite relieved to have underestimated your kidnappee buddy. He hands you the knife.

“Alright, now I need you to free our feet. With you on top of me like that I can’t do it”

You start to shift in the small space trying to bend in order to reach your feet, feeling as you go. You’ve never been the most flexible but you don’t pay mind to the pain in your lower back as you start to cut through the rope around his feet, a weird feeling of deja vu settling in the back of your mind.

“Wait… Is that MY kitchen knife?!”, you ask in an ushered yet still incredulous voice, recognizing the grip of the knife in your hands.

“Of course it is”, he says as if it was obvious. “Did you seriously think that I, a hit-man searched for by the most dangerous gang of the country, would leave anywhere unarmed?”, he adds after hearing your disbelieving scoff. His feet are free now and you start to cut through your binds.

“The most dangerous- What?! I thought you said they weren’t the brightest bunch?!”, you reply, incredulous, stopping to cut for a second.

“Well yes, I killed the brains of the gang”, he says matter-of-factly. “You done with the knife? Give it to me.”

You hand him back the knife, your ankles now free of the restraints. The car is still moving, and you start to wonder what Yoongi is planning to do. Best course of action would probably be to wait for the car to stop and the kidnappers to open the trunk, taking them by surprise.

This doesn’t seem to be what Yoongi has in mind however, as you feel him start to rip off the carpet on the floor of the trunk. Your eyes widen but you try to move over to the front part of the trunk, letting him space to go on his rampage on the carpet. Has he gone mad? Is this how you die?

“What the fuck are you doing?”, you ask him through gritted teeth. Now’s not the time to attract attention.

“I’m looking for the trunk release cable” he says flatly, obviously focused on his task.

“Huh?”

“It should be… Right about... Here!” He pulls on something at once and the trunk suddenly opens. Your eyes hurt from the abrupt surge of light and you shield your eyes. The car starts to sway dangerously, the kidnappers obviously as surprised as you are to see the trunk pop open. Your eyes don’t have the time to accommodate before Yoongi yanks you by your hand, making you crash in his chest, before jumping, effectively throwing the both of you out of the trunk onto the road. Thankfully, Yoongi had the presence of mind to jump at an angle, making you tumble into the sidewalk instead of underneath the wheels of the car behind yours.

You barely have time to register what just happened before Yoongi pulls you by the hand again. Everything hurts and you are not quite sure what just happened, but you follow suit, running after him. You discard the only heel left on your feet after your little acrobatic feat in order to be able to run properly on the sidewalk. You don’t even pay mind to the incredulous glares the two of you gather. Oh what a sight you must be, running barefoot in the streets, cheeks, hands and knees wounded, your clothes a mess and your previously done up hair flowing in the wind. There are not many people around, making it easy for you to run, but easy for your kidnappers to find you. The car must have stopped a few moments after the trunk popped open because men are running after you, screaming.

Yoongi makes a sudden turn in a narrow and dark alleyway. You want to ask him where he is leading you but you are too breathless to even say a word. You don’t know how long you’ll be able to keep going like that, especially since your feet are starting to hurt from the gravel and the shards of glass covering the alleyway. You keep on running anyway, somehow convinced that the man running in front of you knows what he’s doing.

The sound of a gunshot rings right next to your ears, the bullet embedding itself on the wall alongside you. You shriek as the sound brings you back to earth, and you start to run even faster, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Yoongi doesn’t even flinch, continuing to run, brows furrowed and eyes trained in front of him. You make a second abrupt turn, leading even deeper in the maze of alleyways of your city. This part of the town is known to be the headquarters of the criminal activity, so it’s no wonder you are completely lost here whereas Yoongi expertly proceeds through, leading you to an unknown place.

The deeper you sink in the maze, the more people you meet, and the more scared you become. Everything is so foreign and dangerous to you, and you grip tighter on Yoongi’s hand as he pushes through the mob. It might be a bit stereotypical but these people all look too intimidating to you, especially since you are running away from men who just tried to kill you. You should thank them really, since they help you escape, unbeknownst to them. The alleys are larger now, though still very dark, and your nose catches whiffs of grilled meat and other delicacies as you run past the shady food stands. You are a bit overwhelmed as you progress through the crowd; Your heart is beating in your ears and your mind is racing, unable to entirely make sense of what you are experiencing.

Yoongi yanks on your hand once again, beckoning you to turn in yet another alley. This one is distinctly smaller and emptier than the former, and Yoongi stops abruptly in front of a back door, letting go of your hand to pound on the dirty metal door. His pounding is insistent and for the first time he looks nervous, eyeing where you just came from warily. The door doesn’t seem to want to open despite his persistence and he starts to curse. Behind him, you are quite literally trembling with anxiety. Your heart is throbbing in your chest and you only just realise your cheeks are wet with tears. Have you been crying the whole time?

“Fuck Jin, open the god damn door!”, Yoongi shouts, fist thumping against the metal, startling you from your thoughts. The door finally rattles and opens to reveal a tall yawning man. His brows are furrowed in discontent and you can tell he is going to chew Yoongi out before stopping crestfallen upon seeing his state. He doesn’t even notice you at first, too preoccupied for his friend to cast you a glance.

“Took you long enough” Yoongi grumbles, quickly grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside after him, pushing past his friend who is still staring at him, mouth open wide. The latter sighs before closing the door without a word and following you. The doorway leads to a small living room with a kitchen in the corner lit up by a yellow light bulb. Yoongi lets go of your hand to sink on the couch, and you stay still, not quite sure what to do while Jin settles on the armchair on the opposite side.

Jin looks fairly angry, his eyebrows furrowed and his tired brown eyes shooting daggers at Yoongi. He passes a hand through his black hair, exposing his forehead. He is obviously waiting for Yoongi to explain, his plump lips pressed in a tight line when he realises his friend isn’t going to say anything.

“What the hell are you doing here and what happened to you?” is the first thing he says, concern not well hidden under the apparent annoyance in his tone. He turns his head to you and he shoots you a concerned look. “And who is she?”

Normally, you would have clapped back that she has a name and that if he wanted to know anything about you he could ask directly, but you are too shocked to say anything, still unable to register what is happening right now. He must sense what state you are in because he walks to the kitchen and offers you a drink. You accept it wordlessly, staring blankly at him and then at the glass.

“Well apparently, Wolf’s Fang did not appreciate me killing their leader and tried to kidnap me. Twice”, Yoongi replies with his usual nonchalance. You are happy to note that you are not the only one it drives crazy, judging by the look on Jin’s face.

“Wolf’s Fa- Yoongi, I told you not to approach them, they are trouble,” he says, jaws clenched in obvious annoyance as his friend shrugs. He sighs and turns to you. You can tell he is trying hard to conceal his anger, though the furiousness of his eyes betrays him. “You don’t look so good, sweetheart, you should go to the bathroom”, he tells you, pointing at a corridor. He doesn’t need to pry, you are happy to get away from the tension in the room, making your way towards said corridor.

The bathroom is small, covered in tile. You lock yourself in, slashing your face with cold water, eager for the haze surrounding your mind to leave. You might have a small concussion from your earlier acrobatic feat, along with the mild marks of road burns on the side of your head. You can still hear the argument in the living room between the two men, and you cut the flow of water to listen to the ushered voices.

“-I told you it was the worst idea you’ve ever had, I can’t believe you did it anyway”

“What was I supposed to do, Jin, let them get away with it?”

“It was twenty years ago Yoongi-”

“They killed my parents, I don’t really think there’s a ‘best before’ date on revenge.”

“That is not what I meant and you know it. Just because you are used to killing people doesn’t mean you can take on everyone, Yoongi. They were too dangerous for you but you still went away and killed their leader. I told you to wait and build a team but no, you couldn’t fucking wait, could you? I shouldn’t have told you.”

“It was MY revenge Hyung-”

“That’s why you involved the girl?” Your brows furrow, and you sit on the toilet seat, eager to know what they are going to say about you. Yoongi takes a second before answering, his voice calmer and you have to strain your ears to hear him.

“No. That- That was a mistake. She found me the first time I escaped and she helped me.”

“And that’s how you repay her, by implicating her in your shit?”

“No, I- I just wasn’t careful enough. I didn’t mean for her to get caught up in this.”

“Awww, little Black Crow didn’t want her to get caught in this” Jin retorts sarcastically. “Well guess what, fucker, because of you she’s going to have to hide from one of the biggest gangs in the damn city! I don’t even care that you bring ME into this mess, but you just had to involve an innocent person. I thought you despised that.”

“I fucking hate it!”, Yoongi shouts. “But it’s too late to change anything about that, isn’t it Hyung?”

You rise from your seat, having heard enough. You don’t want them to fight because of you, and you’re afraid you’ve spent much more time in the bathroom than appropriate. Having finally regained your senses, you feel the strain your chase has on your body; your muscles ache and your feet are bloody, shards of glass and tiny pieces of gravel embedded in your skin. You tiptoe back into the living, jaw clenched from the pain, trying to avoid putting too much weight on your feet as well as bloodying the floor. They both fall quiet when you appear through the opening of the corridor, eyeing you with concern.

You can easily guess what is going on in their heads. You are still very pale, and you seem weak, eyes still a bit unfocused as you lean on the wall for support. they must wonder how much you’ve heard, and how much of a problem you are going to be to them. You are a witness and you know what Yoongi does for a living - ha, puns- and though it hasn’t crossed your mind to call the police on them, they don’t know that. Finally, you still have a gang trying to snag you, and you don’t know just how much information your kidnappers have on you. They could try to use you as bait, thinking Yoongi must be attached to you in some way.

In conclusion, this is a mess. You’ve missed both work and your interview this morning and people are bound to ask questions about your whereabouts. You’ve always been the most diligent in terms of work, never taking a day off or arriving more than 10 minutes late. You obviously don’t have your phone or your wallet on you right now, having lost everything when you were kidnapped, and trying to go back to your apartment right now, without your keys on top of that, seems fruitless.

“How are you feeling?”, Jin asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence that settled in the room.

“Still a bit light-headed. I might have a minor concussion… I think. Also I need a first aid kit, if you have one please?”

“Sure, I’ll get you that. Sit down.”

You settle on the other side of the couch as Jin exits the room from the corridor. Yoongi hasn’t said anything yet but you can see hints of concern in his eyes. Similarly to you, his already scarred cheek and his hands are bruised because of the fall from the car, though he doesn’t seem to have hit his head -which isn’t surprising since, unlike you, he was expecting the impact. He moves closer to you on the couch to take your hands in his, observing the wounds on the back of your hands.

You are slightly taken aback but don’t say anything, an unexpected blush creeping on your cheeks. He seems too focused on your hands to notice your tenseness, and you are glad. What the hell is wrong with you? It must be the concussion, making your cheeks heat up, because it certainly can’t be the way his soft hands delicately hold yours- No! What is going on in this brain of yours?

“Are your feet okay?” he asks suddenly, and you squeak in surprise as his grey eyes find yours. He doesn’t comment on your reaction, and you are happy to not receive one of his snarky remarks.

“Not really, that’s why I asked for the first aid ki- Whoa, what are you doing?!”, you shriek when he grabs your legs to prop them on the couch. He sits at the end of the couch, grimacing as he takes in the poor state of the bottom of your feet.

“There’s gravel in there, I’ll have to clean it up--”, he starts.

“No- No, you don’t have to do that, I’ll do it myself,” you interrupt, slightly panicked. To be completely honest, you don’t really trust him to do any good. The man doesn’t exactly save lives, he takes them, and he doesn’t really strike you as the healer type. You think you are saved when Jin comes back and hands you the first aid kit, one of his eyebrows raising in a silent question as he reads the anxiousness on your face. Unfortunately for you, Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind your nervousness, simply snatching the kit from your hands and putting himself to work.

Turns out you were nervous for -mostly- nothing. Yoongi actually has a steady hand, and he removes all gravel and shards of glass in an instant and rather unpainfully. He does however make the mistake of spraying antiseptic directly in your wounds, which hurts like hell. He apologizes profusely, obviously distraught by your unexpected blood curdling scream while Jin laughs freely at his startled face. As he finishes bandaging your feet and Jin brings you hotel slippers to wear for the night. They are way too big for your feet but actually quite comfortable so you accept them with a smile.

You are set to stay low in Jin’s place for the day. It would be too dangerous to leave today according to both Yoongi and Jin, and the both of them decide that you would leave during the night.

“It’s at that time that the alleys are the more crowded,” explained Jin, “the less attention you draw, the better”. That is a kind of logic you can get behind, especially since you can barely walk - let alone run if anything goes wrong.

Yoongi advises you to sleep when he notices your eyes getting droopy, and he leads you to a bedroom. You sink on the bed in exhaustion, your body suddenly refusing to carry you anymore. You feel sleep enveloping you as Yoongi starts to leave the bedroom.

“What’s going to happen after we leave?” you ask sleepily, barely keeping your eyes open. The question stops him dead in his tracks, and he turns to face you, a serious look on his face. He ponders for a little while before answering you.

“I’ll bring you to my place and we’ll find a way for you to go back to your life,” he responds, eyes earnest and you hum sleepily in acknowledgement. Satisfied with the answer, you let yourself slip into an easy sleep.

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You wake up a few hours later, with an empty stomach but an already clearer head. It takes you a minute to remember exactly what happened to you and where you are, feeling dejected when you realise it wasn’t just a very realistic nightmare. It’s all his fault, you realize. Your life was going well before you decided to help Yoongi - well, before you were manipulated into helping him is more correct. Even if you despise your job because of your boss, you still enjoy your little routine. Working during the week to pay off your loan, writing during the weekend or enjoying your free time. Sure you were alone most of the time and you longed to meet new people, you still liked your quiet life. It was all supposed to come together today once you’d get that promotion, but no, that had to be ruined for you. One thing is certain: once all of this is over, you don’t want to ever hear from Min Yoongi again.

You decide to limp to the living room, the rumbling of your stomach prompting you to seek sustenance. Both Jin and Yoongi are in the living room, Yoongi sleeping on the couch while Jin is busy on the phone looking out the window near the kitchen. His brows are furrowed and he looks deep in thought, making you reconsider asking him for food right now. He doesn’t seem to have noticed you entering the room and sitting on the armchair, and you take advantage of this to stare at him in tranquillity.

It makes no doubt for you now that Jin is also a very dangerous man. If his earlier behaviour wasn’t particularly intimidating in any way, the man barking at the phone in front of you  exudes a deadly aura. He is quite obviously trying to resolve the mess his younger friend put himself -and you- into, calling multiple people and furiously scribbling on a notepad on the counter in between calls. He seems to know exactly who to contact, calling people back to back, until he slams his phone on the table, sighing in exasperation. He takes his head in his hands and sighs again.

“Jin?” you ask tentatively, and Jin’s head snaps in your direction. His dark eyes immediately find yours, and you gulp, intimidated by his intense glare. When he realises it’s just you, his features soften and you feel yourself being able to breathe again.

“Do you have something I could eat?” you ask after he beckons you to speak with a hum. He nods, making his way to the cupboards. He rummages through them and you settle on a stool behind the counter. Jin doesn’t look satisfied as he pulls out a cup of instant ramen and he shoots you an apologetic smile. “Ramen is fine,” you assure him, feeling too hungry to fuss over the quality of the meal. It actually reminds you of your student days, living off ramen, coffee and the sheer will of escaping your parent’s house. Granted this is not how you envisioned your future, running away from a gang with your new friend Yoongi the murderer, but you longed for adventure, right?

Well it’s not like you have much of a choice anyway, you remind yourself as Jin sets the meager meal in front of you. You must pull a crestfallen grimace because Jin laughs at you and you dive in, eager to hide the embarrassment creeping on your cheeks at his windshield wiper laugh.

“Who were you calling?” you ask with a mouth full, keen to change the focus on him rather than you. He rests his elbows on the counter across from you and he tries to find his words.

“People who could help resolve the situation,” he answers simply.

“Right… ‘Resolve’” you say with a sarcastic smile. The only way to ‘resolve’ the situation, as Jin says, is surely to take out the gang altogether. It is obviously weak at the moment because of the loss of their boss, and it’s the best time to strike.

“We need to ensure your security - that is, unless you believe you can do it alone?” he retorts, raising one of his eyebrows in defiance. You scoff at his smirk.

“Of course not.” You pause. “Thank you for helping me,” you add earnestly after a second.

“Don’t thank me, thank Yoongi. He’s the one who asked me to help you. Apparently he owes you”, he says dismissively, returning to the kitchen to throw away your no empty ramen cup. You swallow with difficulty. Of course he’s only doing that because he owes you, what did you expect? Both of those men are hardened criminals, though you don’t exactly know what Jin dwelves in. It would be foolish of you to think that neither of them is protecting you out of the goodness of their hearts. They are not as naive and generous as you are, and Yoongi could easily have left you to die had you not saved him earlier.

No wait… This is because of him that you are in this mess, of course he has to fix this situation!

“Anyways,” Jin adds as he comes back to face you, “Yoongi is going to bring you to a safer location and then he - along with my team - is going to sort this mess out. And then you’ll be good to go, as if this never happened.”

He emphasizes his last words with a dark fixed gaze on you. You gulp at his sudden change of demeanor from casual to threatening. You know exactly what he means by that; You’ll have to keep quiet about what happened, or else. You nod a bit too eagerly, suddenly intimidated by him. This seems to please him however, and he smiles at you, obviously content that you understand the true meaning of his words.

You spend the next hour or so abstently watching TV from the armchair while waiting, Yoongi still happily slumbering on the couch. There isn’t much more to do than wait, and you are bored out of your wits by the time Jin decides Yoongi slept too much and hits him with a rolled up magazine to wake him up.

“What the- What was that for?!” Yoongi indignantly asks, rubbing his head, his still sleepy eyes shooting daggers at the elder.

“It’s time for you to move” is all he says before he leaves the room, not even paying attention to the string of curses Yoongi sends flying his way. You chuckle at his indignation and he shoots you a dark look, amusing you even further. He sighs before chuckling too and he rises from the couch to stretch his limbs. Jin comes back to the living room with a backpack he chucks at Yoongi. The latter catches it effortlessly before sitting back on the couch to rummage through it, taking out a gun and observing it, checking the magazine in a swift motion.

“You might need that,” Jin says, leaning back against the kitchen counter and Yoongi thanks him. You eye warrily the weapon; You can’t say you feel particularly reassured with this. You’ve never been one to like firearms, and the sole fact that you were shot at earlier today reinforces your apprehension. Yoongi seems to sense your tenseness and he hands you your kitchen knife. You look at him questioningly.

“It might be too early for you to use a gun, let’s stick with things you know for now,” he explains with a knowing smile. For now. You can see Jin’s eyebrows furrow in the corner of your eyes but you don’t comment on his choice of words, merely nodding in understanding. There’s also a pair of grey sneakers in the bag, which Yoongi throws your way. They are too big for your feet but this is the best you are going to get so you don’t complain. You are now set to leave and Yoongi beckons you to follow him through the corridor. There’s a back door that you hadn’t noticed after the door leading to the bedroom.

Yoongi reaches to open the door and stops, taking a look at you. You are opening your mouth to ask him what’s wrong when he suddenly removes his jacket to throw it around your shoulders.

“You’ll attract too much attention otherwise” he says, and he slips through the door. You follow him into the alleyways, clutching his jacket to cover you more, hiding the knife in your hands under it.

The alleys, much like Jin explained, are more crowded than when you arrived. You are significantly less scared than before, focusing on following the man in front of you instead of observing the people around you. Yoongi is leading you through the crowd, eyes scanning the mob looking for potential threats. Jin had advised you to leave separately but it just wasn’t possible for you to navigate through this maze alone, and you are grateful to be with Yoongi right now.

People don’t seem to pay much attention to either of you and you are able to reach an underground parking lot safely. Yoongi had made sure you weren’t followed before reaching for keys in the bag. He presses the button and the lights of a car a few rows from where you are flare up. Yoongi grabs your hand and leads the both of you to the black car, letting you get seated on the passenger side before unceremoniously throwing the bag on the back seat.

The car is surprisingly nice, a black Mercedes with tan leather seats. You squeak in surprise when Yoongi makes the engine roar as you are attaching your seat belt. You don’t even have the time to say anything before he slams the acceleration pedal, leaving the parking spot like a mad man. You grip the armrest in a futile attempt to feel safer, not quite at ease with Yoongi’s aggressive driving.

You can tell he is a good driver, expertly avoiding the few other cars as he speeds down the highway, but you can’t help your heart from pounding in your chest. You’ve never been this fast on the road, and the happy glimmer in Yoongi’s eyes everytime he goes faster doesn’t exactly reassure you.

The only positive aspect with him driving this fast is that you quickly arrive at the destination. You are surrounded by tall glass buildings, and you furrow your brows. This can’t be where Yoongi lives, can it? It doesn’t make sense. Yoongi parks the car in another underground parking structure, and you step out of the car with wobbly legs and a confused expression plastered on your face. You don’t even have time to ask the first of the thousands of questions swarming your mind right now before Yoongi makes his way towards an elevator.

Unlike you, he seems perfectly at ease as he waits for the elevator, even smirking at your bemused face. The ding of the elevator makes you step out of your thoughts and you start to stammer as you follow Yoongi inside. He presses the button going to the 37th level.

“You- You live here?!” you ask, incredulous as the elevator starts its ascension. He shoots you another smirk, his eyes playful.

“What, you think I kill for the sole pleasure of it? Of course not, I’m not a monster, Y/n.”

“I- I don’t--”

“Hitman is a relatively high paying job, I’ll have you know,” Yoongi explains in fake seriousness, obviously reveling on your confused state of mind. You raise one of your eyebrows in defiance at his words, eyeing him up and down as if to prove a point. He isn’t exactly dressed as someone who makes a lot of money. He scoffs at your attitude, and he crosses his arms on his chest.

“Hey! I like these clothes!” he says in indignation and you roll your eyes at him. The elevator stops and the both of you step out of it. “Anyway, nobody knows about this place so we’ll be safe here,” he says while walking to a door at the end of a corridor.

“Nobody?” you ask as he opens the door.

“Not even Jin. It’s a safe measure. I don’t know where he lives either. No one in the gang does. That way, if someone gets caught, they won’t be able to tell where the others are.”

He opens the door and enters his apartment. You take a second to look around you. His apartment is big and modern. The walls are painted white, contrasting with his dark furniture. In the back of the apartment is a huge window, providing an incredible view of the city. But the view is unable to distract you from the many questions swirling in your mind; How many people has he had to kill in order to pay for a place like this? The place you were at just earlier wasn’t Jin’s home? The gang? What is going on? Yoongi must notice your confusion -- maybe because you are still on the doorstep, staring around with a gaping mouth -- because he sighs and starts to explain further.

“We were not at Jin’s. It’s one of our safe places all over the city. There’s always at least one member there, and this time it was Jin’s shift and I knew he was going to be there,” he starts explaining.

“Wait wait- You are in a gang?!” you exclaim, eyes wide. The more you think you know about Yoongi the more lost you get. It wasn’t bad enough that he is an assassin, he’s also part of a gang?

“Would you please come in before shouting those kinds of things?” he retorts through gritted teeth, ushering you inside and closing the door. You sink down on the leather couch and stare in the void, still not quite able to process everything. You should have seen it coming if you are really honest, but it seems that you find yourself to be in an even bigger mess than you thought everytime Yoongi tries to explain himself.

“Yes, I’m in a gang. I’m an assassin. Jin is the leader’s right-hand man. More than that he is my friend,” he says, eyeing you warrily and holding his hands up in a defensive stance, as if scared you’ll explode. If anything, you should be the one to be scared, you think to yourself, especially since you can’t understand why he would say that. Perhaps it’s because you are aware of what would happen to you, would you ever try to say anything to anyone. Not that anyone would believe your story anyway, or that you would risk telling anything to anyone. You shudder when you remember Jin’s hidden warning. Yoongi lowers his hands as you seem to have calmed down and he sits across from you on a leather armchair.

“I talked with Jin about taking down Wolf’s Fang. I’ll leave tomorrow to deal with that with other members of the gang. Then you’ll go back to your life”, he explains nonchalantly. For some unknown reason, his last words set you ablaze with rage.

“What life, Yoongi? You ruined that, remember?” you spit at him harshly, rising from your seat. He looks completely taken aback by your sudden outburst. You had made sure not to let show how much you resent him for dragging you in this situation; You needed him to fix everything, and shouting at him that it’s all his fault surely wouldn’t help your plans at all. But you snap because of his nonchalant attitude. He destroyed your chances at getting your promotion, having to go no-contact. He put you at risk of getting kidnapped and then shot, even though he knew he was himself in danger.

“Aren’t you an assassin, aren’t you part of a gang? Didn’t you know you would put me in danger with you?” you shout at him, pointing at him aggressively to emphasize your words.

“I didn’t mean--” he starts, but you interrupt him. Anger is bubbling inside you and you can’t contain it anymore.

“You knew you were putting me in danger but you stayed anyway!”

“You were the one who said I could lay low at yours!” he retorts, rising from his seat. You scoff at his irrelevant argument and he immediately cringes at his poor wording.

“I didn’t know you were an assassin and a gang member! I would’ve thought twice about letting you come into my life if I knew I’d get kidnapped!” you spit, your jaw clenched in anger.

“I didn’t want this!”

“Well I sure hope so!”, you scoff, hands rising in the air in disbelief. “But what did you seriously expect, huh?” You try to chase away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. Now is not the time to cry.

“I know I should’ve left you!” he starts in anger but his voice breaks and he looks away. You look at him in confusion. You are not used to seeing vulnerability in him. Granted you don’t really know him but this feels out of character for him. “I just- I didn’t want to be alone,” he says, voice pregnant with emotion. You are taken aback by his sudden openness, brows furrowed and mouth gaping in confusion. He still doesn’t look at you, and you don’t manage to say anything, too lost to be able to utter a word.

He passes a hand through his black hair and sighs loudly. The both of you are standing awkwardly, you staring at him and him making a point of avoiding your eyes. You can tell he’s waiting for you to say something, anything, but you are left utterly speechless. He scoffs darkly before walking towards the back of the room to a kitchen.

“Anyway, you’ll be safe tomorrow, and you’ll be able to leave.”

Yoongi exits the room and you are left alone with your thoughts.

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You decide to sit on the floor in front of the big windows, enjoying the unending view. It must be one in the morning, and the streets are empty, apart from the odd car driving down the road every once in a while. The sight is calming, as you see the few lights still lit up in the night. Your apartment is not exactly downtown so you don’t have a view as nice as this one. Everything is so silent, so still. You know exactly why you are staring so intensely at the view, trying to chase any thought of Yoongi.

You are definitely calmer now but you don’t want to think about him, trying to bottle up any emotion deep down. You’ve never been one to have a healthy relationship with your feelings, and you are not going to start now. Most of your resentment is gone now that you finally confronted him about it, but your last exchange only left confusion. Confusion on what he was talking about, but also on why your heart squeezed so painfully when you saw him so vulnerable or when he walked away from you. You bring your knees to your chest.

In a way, you can understand where he is coming from. You let him stay and threw all care in the wind also because you were feeling lonely. Perhaps both of you were weak at that moment. Surely he should have been more careful, but you don’t blame him as much as you did before.

You hear a door open and close but you don’t move from your spot, keeping your eyes trained on the view. From the corner of your eyes, you see Yoongi sit cross legged next to you. The both of you stay in silence like that for a bit of time, watching the horizon before you decide to break the silence.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you like that,” you say softly, turning your head to look at him. His grey eyes meet yours. They are definitively warmer than before, and you feel reassured.

“Hmm. I just hope the neighbors didn’t hear you scream,” he answers with his usual snarky grin. You shoot him an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, that might be a problem in the future.”

He doesn’t look too concerned, shrugging and leaning back on his arms, stretching his legs as he takes in the view in front of him. One question still plagues your mind, and you can’t stop it from spilling from your lips.

“When you said you didn’t want to be alone earlier, what did you mean?”

He doesn’t look taken aback by your question, and he turns his head back to you, sitting up straight.

“You ever wonder where I got that from?” he says, pointing to his scar across his right side. You nod positively. “When I was six, my parents were attacked by a man and his small gang. My father was a rich accountant who refused to work for them, and the leader of the small gang took offence. One night, they raided my house, torturing and killing my mother in front of his eyes, and they planned to do the same to me.”

Yoongi pauses, staring at his trembling hands, and you regret asking him such a personal question. It is obviously a very difficult subject for him, but he resumes talking before you can say anything.

“Apparently, the neighbors heard the commotion and called the police as the leader carved a line across my eye, so he decided to kill my father and to flee. I was placed in an orphanage for boys. During that time, I met with Jin and 5 other boys. We all grew up without being adopted, and one of the other boys, Namjoon, decided that we needed revenge on life. We started partaking in some pretty illegal stuff, and our little group grew. We were seven at first, and now we are the most powerful gang” he says, a hint of pride in his voice at the last sentence.

“For more than twenty years I searched for the people that killed my parents, and Jin is the one who finally found them. It was the leader of Wolf’s Fang, a rival gang, and I decided that I waited enough for revenge. I made sure he felt tenfold the pain he inflicted my parents.”

Yoongi’s eyes are dark as the night now, contrasting with the paleness of his skin under the moonlight. An aura of dangerousness is radiating from him, and you can’t help but feel intimidated.

“But when I finally killed him I felt so empty. What was there anymore?” he adds with furrowed brows and he stares at his open hands. “I got what I wanted. I lost my edge that day. I had nothing left to fight for, or at least I was convinced of it. They found me easily, I wasn’t even trying to hide. But I remembered that they already caused my family too much pain, I wasn’t going to let them cause more. If I were to die, it wouldn’t be by their hand. So I escaped. And that’s when you found me”

He turns to face you, his eyes back to their warmth, making your cheeks heat up.

“I guess I just needed a stranger to take care of me a little,” he concludes, smiling awkwardly at you.

A comfortable silence settles between you while the two of you enjoy the view. Something seems to have lifted from Yoongi’s shoulders, he looks much more relaxed than when you entered his appartement. Maybe because he told you everything, the whole truth, and that he doesn’t need to hide anything from you.

You don’t know how much time you spent in silence together, enjoying each other’s presence before you start to feel tired again. You haven’t really slept that much yesterday and all the tension from the day vanishes, leaving tiredness in its wake. A yawn escapes your lips. You don’t even know why you lean your head on his shoulder but you do, perhaps too sleepy to even realise what you are doing. Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind thankfully, and he leans his head on top of yours. You fall asleep like that, and you don’t even stir when Yoongi lifts you up to place you on his bed before joining you.

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It’s well into the morning when you wake up. It takes you a minute before understanding where you are, your heart racing a bit when you realise you are alone in an unknown bed. Yoongi must already be gone, you realise when you walk into the empty living room. It’s already 12 am so you decide to head to the kitchen in search of something to eat. After your meal, you take a shower, taking some clothes Yoongi left for you this morning. You can’t help the blush creep on your skin as you realise he thought to leave you clothes just before leaving to take down a gang. The clothes he left are too big for you, an oversized t-shirt, a sweatshirt and a comfortable pair of sweatpants, but you enjoy the cozyness --and his smell on the clothes-- too much to complain.

The rest of your day is spent waiting. You start by exploring every inch of the apartment, trying to discover more of Yoongi. Unfortunately for you, you don’t find anything except one photo, hidden between two books. You found it by error, accidentally knocking a row of books on the desk. You instantly recognize two people in the photo, Yoongi and Jin. They seem much younger, barely adults. The others seem much younger, and your heart twists. These boys are too young to be in a gang... You turn the photo to inspect the back and you find an inscription.

“Birds of prey - 2013

Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook”

The seven of them are looking in defiance at the camera, as if they have something to prove. You sigh before placing back the photo.

By the time seven rolls around, you can’t help but feel a bit worried. Is it normal that he’s been gone for so long? What if something has happened to him? What are you supposed to do then? You decide against pacing, choosing to sit on the armchair across the door instead, knees to your chest as you wait for his return.

When the door finally opens, you spring from your seat. Yoongi comes in while limping but as soon as his eyes fall on you, a warm smile erupts on his bruised face. You are too preoccupied by his disheveled state to return his smile, instead coming to his side to help him walk to the couch. He stops you in your tracks with a raise of his hands.

“Don’t worry, someone already took care of me. I’m all patched up,” he reassures you, and a bit of tension eases from your shoulders. You sit on the armchair as he settles on the couch. He can tell that you are dying to know what happened, seeing as you are practically buzzing across the edge of your seat across him.

“It’s over,” he states simply at first and you let out a sigh of relief. It’s finally over? It almost doesn’t feel real, as if these past days were just a dream. “We took care of most of the members, and Namjoon ordered some of our men to make sure the rest join them soon”

“That means I can go home?” you ask excitedly. You could have sworn you saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes but it left as soon as it came.

“Yes, of course,” he says, “I could drive-”

“But first, we need to celebrate our freedom,” you interrupt him with a smirk. He is surprised at first, but soon returns your smile.

“You’re right, let’s order some takeout for tonight”

You spend the evening eating and laughing. You are happy to finally see Yoongi relax completely with you, able to tell you stories about his life. You now would like to meet the rest of the boys in the photo, first and foremost to thank them since they were part of the team that took out the gang, but also because they sound funny in Yoongi’s stories. They all seem closer to a family than most of the conventional ones, and the fact that they are gang members doesn’t really scare you anymore. They are Yoongi’s friends, after all.

By the time you finish your meal and a movie, it’s ‘unfortunately’ too late for you to go home, and Yoongi advises you to stay just one night more. Seeing that you’ve done the same for him, he has to return the favor, he explained, and you happily oblige, perhaps a bit too ecstatic to be able to spend more time with him. It’s funny how fast you’ve come to trust this man and enjoy his company, even though you are aware of his profession.

This time, it’s him who falls asleep first, head leaning on your shoulder while watching a movie on the couch, and you decide to put him to bed. You chuckle at the feeling of deja vu when you lead him to the bedroom, supporting him as he limps his way to the bed. You pause for a moment after he sinks on the mattress; Where are you supposed to sleep? On the bed with him? On the couch? You are about to step out of the room when a hand catches your wrist.

“Where are you going?” he asks groggily, eyes barely open to look at you. You smile at him.

“Nowhere” you answer, and he closes his eyes back, his hands slipping from around your wrist as a reassured smile creeps across his lips.

You settle on the other side of the bed, careful to still put distance between you. You turn on your side to be able to face him. He is peaceful like that, and you smile to yourself as you brush away the stray strands of black hair covering his eyes.

The next morning passes rather quickly, mostly due to the fact that you sleep off most of it in Yoongi’s arms. After a rather flustered waking up, and an awkward breakfast, the both of you decide to get you back to your apartment. You need to swing by your office first, as you need to retrieve your spare apartment keys in your locker. If you were previously warry to go back there and face your boss, you don’t even care anymore. You’ve almost died for fuck’s sake, what can he possibly do that will scare you. If anything, he will be the one to be scared if he dares to say anything, Yoongi assured you, making you smile.

This time, he drives rather calmly and you are grateful for that. First of all because you don’t want to die in a car crash, and secondly because the longer the ride, the more time you can still spend with Yoongi. He is more silent than usual, a sullen look on his face. You can understand him, for some reason you aren’t exactly the happiest at the prospect of going back to your previous life, to your stupid job and your stupid boss, and more importantly to your empty and lonely apartment.

Maybe some of Yoongi’s nonchalance rubbed off on you, you think to yourself as you stroll inside your office building, wearing oversized sweats and followed by a scary looking man with a scar across his face. You don’t even stop to answer the questions the office bitch sends your way, shutting her up with a dark glare. You’ve never liked her, she always took credit for other’s work, so you don’t feel guilty for scaring her. You go straight to your locker, Yoongi still following behind you. You are thankful for him being with you, you are sure you wouldn’t have the same confidence without him.

You are rummaging through your locker and retrieving your things when a furious voice interrupts you.

“Y/l/n! Where were you? You’ve missed almost a week of work! It’s unacceptable-”

A week? What a joke, it’s only the third day you’ve missed. Anger starts to bubble inside you. You’ve never missed a day of work before, and this asshole makes it as though it was a regular occurrence, not an ounce of concern in his annoying voice as he shouts. You tune him out as you continue to search for your stuff, and you ignoring him only seems to infuriate him more - and you love this. You’ve suffered his abuse too much to pay anymore attention to him, and when you finally find your keys, you slam your locker door, shutting him up instantly.

You turn around to face him, reveling on the look of absolute shock written on his face. The once so soft spoken and respectful employee is so disrespectful now. You notice Yoongi glaring daggers at him, jaw clenched, and you are thankful that he doesn’t say anything. This is your moment.

“Listen asshole, I’ve had enough of your shit. So stop harassing me or I’ll make sure you won’t ever be able to open that mouth of yours again,” you spit coldly. He stammers, trying in vain to say anything. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Also, don’t even dare try to complain about me to HR or the police, I have enough proof of workplace abuse to get you fired in a second. I’ll be back to take the rest of my stuff,” you add, glancing around in the office to find every pair of eyes on you. Satisfied with your little outburst, you leave, prompting a smirking Yoongi to follow after you.

It’s only in the car that the frown on your face lifts instantly and you burst in laughter with Yoongi.

“That felt good,” you confide with a playful grin. He returns your smile, his eyes twinkling with something that looks like awe and pride. The car ride to your apartment is already more cheery, the both of you laughing at the looks on their faces when you exited dramatically. You’ve dreamed of doing that more than once, and it seems that Yoongi gave you enough confidence to stand up for yourself this time.

The realisation that it’s goodbye seems to dawn the both of you when you enter the elevator. Your heart squeezes in your chest as the elevator gets closer to your floor. This can’t be it. You have to do something. The door opens on your floor and you step out after Yoongi.

He follows you to the door and waits as you turn your key in the lock. Thoughts are swirling in your brain; Will you be able to see each other after this? Does he even want to? You turn around when the door is finally open. You don’t know what to say, and your racing mind isn’t helping you trying to figure out a way for him to stay with you. He seems nervous as well, biting his bottom lip as his eyes avoid yours.

“Thank you… For keeping me safe,” you say meekly, cheeks heating up. His smoke colored eyes meet yours.

“Of course Y/n, you saved me first,” he responds softly, a small smile tugging at his lips. He does have pretty lips. So pink, and they look so soft. You don’t even realise you are staring at them until they come closer. Wait what? You snap your eyes to Yoongi and you meet his gaze. His face stops only inches away from yours and you feel your whole face burn, and your heart beats at a thousand miles an hour. He is right there in front of you, so close that you can feel his hot breath tingling against your skin, yet he is not close enough for you.

You crash your lips against his in impatience. It feels as though you’ve been waiting for this for your whole life, feeling so right to be in his arms. The kiss is full of passion, his tongue sneaking past your lips to find yours. His hands grip on your hips to get you closer and you practically melt in his arms. Everything feels so hot, his lips against yours, his hands on your skin, your hands entangled in his hair. You breathlessly pull away from his kiss to grab him closer to you, flushing his body against yours. He hastily closes the door behind you and his lips resume their assault on yours. Let’s just say that you stayed together in more ways than one that day.

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Meeting Min Yoongi was maybe the best mistake of your life. Sure, you got kidnapped and shot at, you lost your job and had to hide from a powerful gang with an assassin, but you’d do it all over again just for him.

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[fanfoolishness]

All right! Off to liveblog Chapter 9, The Marshal!

Ah yes, recap. “Traveling for me, that’s no life for a kid.”

Except searching and searching for a Jedi takes time. Except Din and the kid fall into routines and habits and sweet little moments throughout the day. Except Din dreams sometimes, in the dark of deep space, that there are no Jedi... that the kid will always need him, and he wakes from these dreams feeling both grateful and guilty

Moff Gideon totally killed those poor Jawas, didn’t he.

What would it be like to be a Jawa, to find joys in scrap and metal, to dream of Egg???

To scavenge, perchance to dream....

I LOVE LOVE LOVE all the graffiti art for this scene

Also, Grogu’s pram absolutely got scorched in the flame trooper’s assault and Din didn’t go back for it or anything. Yet they’re using the one Kuiil made? This bothers me and it’s so petty.

3PO made it into the graffiti <3

Grogu is a budding art critic, change my mind

Gor Koresh, such a dick. But I love the music being so reminiscent of Jabba’s palace! Ludwig Goransson, you’ve done it again

I wonder if Grogu gets overwhelmed picking up Force vibrations in crowds? Is that a thing? Or does he mostly just get senses from other Force-sensitives?

Wherever I go, he goes. BECAUSE HE’S YOUR SON DINGUS

I can’t believe how adorable Din is, going on to total creepos about the fact that he has Been Quested

It just speaks to a very sweet earnestness on his part

“Put up your armor for the info” and Din: swivels his head like woah

What is Gor Koresh going to DO with the beskar anyway? He’s not even wearing any???? What a prick

He absolutely deserves everything coming to him

But Din even gives him a chance! What an idiot

Kick... BABY! (Anyone else ever play Peasant’s Quest on Homestar Runner???)

I always forget about the whipcord. How do I always forget about the whipcord?

Ooh Mando has a very homey cape this scene, I like

I’m glad he’s leaving this guy to be devoured by monster dogs, he’s gotta protect any other Mandalorians that may run across him

Does Razor Crest strike anyone else as a rather feminine ship? It reminds me of a sea cow. She’s got a belly on her.

PELI MOTTO MY QUEEN

She’s sooooo happy to see Grogu and he’s delighted to see her too and they’re all just so happy together

“I’m here on business.” Does that mean that they sometimes hang out not on business? Oh, what the hell, I’ve already written the fic.

Peli doesn’t dare leave the city walls. But maybe she will again someday? Sit a little in the desert, feel the suns on her face, the wind in her hair?

Is this R2-D5? Like, THAT R2-D5 that the Jawas nearly sold Luke?

The speeder bike has rusted. This lends more credence to my theory that Din and Grogu got to have a good amount of time together!

Grogu LOOOOOVES SPEED

Boy’s gonna be a pilot some day

I just... love... all of Din’s visits with the Sand People so much

Siiiiigh I love all speeder music in this series so much. Again, Ludwig Goransson, YOUR BRAIN

Just imagine being a little kid riding in the speeder with your dad, knowing he’s gonna take care of anything scary, and you get to go fast and see everything and feel the wind and it’s so delightful and you feel so safe even though you’re going 200km an hour <3

Hmm so a whole night fell on the way to Mos Pelgo. I just love watching episodes and looking for pockets of time that I can exploit with fic :)

Just imagine a Tusken calling him out and signing the word for “your son” and Din just having to go with it.

I always forget there is a little notch under the ear piece thing of his helmet. I’ve been drawing the damn thing for 2 months and still don’t have it down.

Short!cape version, activate!

Fake Boba Fett: *arrives*

Did he seriously have spurs back in the day? God I need to rewatch the original trilogy, don’t I?

Din watching Vanth order spotchka and being confused as hell, like “you know we’re not going to drink that in front of anyone, right???”

The body language in this scene is so good. The way Din stops, mid-step, and freezes. Then breathes, heavily, frozen in place. Ready to fight. Pissed as HELL. Take. It. Off.

Oh Din. “He’s seen worse” is not exactly a ringing endorsement for your ability to keep him out of trouble, lol.

Just imagine Grogu curiously feeling the vibrations of the krayt dragon and thinking he’s never felt anything so BIG in the Force before

I always forget what the name is the for the liquefaction of soil during a severe earthquake.... *doublechecks* goddamn it it’s just “soil liquefaction”

Doodle idea: Din having to clean tobacco spit off Grogu’s clothes from the spittoon

Awww Din’s speeder is so tiny next to Cobb’s pod racer engine speeder

Cobb Vanth: *runs away, steals ice cream, I MEAN A CAMTONO*

Yeeeeah running into the desert was maybe not the best way to survive in most cases

Luckily Jawas on Tatooine are honest and want to trade instead of steal his shit

I’m excited to see how shit goes down in the Book of Boba Fett! Do we get to see the Sarlacc escape on screen, FINALLY?

Weequay bartender: “But who WAS that masked man??”

Pew

God I miss the amban rifle so much!

It’s such a weird and sexy weapon

Do the dog things have a name? Tusken snarlies?

Every time Din speaks Tusken I die a little bit because I love it so

Awwwww he’s brushing the bantha’s teeth!!! It’s just very sweet to see

Grogu: ‘plz to not be eating me”

Din: *so fucking impatient about this guy not drinking a fucking gourd*

Grogu: *yay I love it when dad shoots fire!*

I love the sign for “kill it”

I also love how done Din is with petty squabbles, like, at all times

He just has no chill. Just “stop your whining, dammit.”

Grogu: “my dad is so smart”. He’s hanging on to every word Din says

Grogu: *watches dragon* DO NOT WANT

I love it when Din gets sassy. “They might be open to some fresh ideas.”

“It’s to scale.” *cackling*

Din volunteering the village is very yes. I also love when he is just absurdly old-fashioned. “Dragon will kill you if it takes its fancy, yadda yadda”

More energy thoughts from Grogu — everyone focused, tense, worried but Grogu isn’t sure why

A bantha is essentially a ground Appa and my husband votes to rename them a Grappa

Sand People always ride single file, to hide their numbers

Ooooh is this the same “the village rises up to defend itself” motif as when the Sorganites were training with Din and Cara?

It sounds very similar, but I could be making this up entirely

This episode was so fun on first watch but it doesn’t have a ton of emotional heft. I still like it, because I love all of them, but it’s definitely not as ripe for expansion of content as some of the others. Except, of course, to the Din/Cobb shippers, who said “hold my beer” and went off. Have fun, you crazy kids.

Run Sand People run!!!!

Seriously though Star Wars suffers from a serious case of the ecology never making any sense. What do banthas eat???? There’s gotta be SOMETHING for them to eat!

Krayt dragon: LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Mando tiiiiime but imagine Din glancing over to Cobb and for a second forgetting and being glad to fight alongside another Mandalorian but then he isn’t

Also there’s definitely room in this episode to write some cute little camp out scenes with Din and Grogu, awwww

Farewell to Mos Pelgo!

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Heyo if u wanna talk abt ur ocs can u tell me abt the newest ones (or at least the ones that r new to me which is all of them on the last pic of ur oc post I think?) :3

omggg thank you for asking :3 this is long sorry i haven’t organised my thoughts about them yet ahjfklsa but here we go

before i can talk abt rain n evie i have to explain the universe with kes, amaya, and rio. im sure you remember them :3 but umm you said they were based on pacific rim and i don’t know anything abt pacific rim fhjlafnj sooo i made a bunch of stuff up. soooo there’s a parallel universe/alternate dimension full of people and like, monsters. the alt. universe people r testing ways to break into our dimension and open the door permanently so that both dimensions are their domain. the... city...? that the story is set in is like a capitalists’s dream, split harshly between rich and poor with no middle class. the poor faction of the city that will be named soon is the one responsible for keeping the other-dimension-ers out of our dimension, most if not all of them are responsible in some way for keeping their area safe from those tears in the ozone layer. they in return are given technology, money, and supplies from the rich faction. those guys do next to nothing, they operate like any other city where everyone has jobs and pays their dues to the government. they are very strict about who they let into the city; they don’t want outsiders to know about their dimension problem lest they stop the warriors from doing their jobs or do something to make the tear bigger etc etc. they also don’t want poor people in the city, even if they’re responsible for everyone’s safety. I’m thinking of making the story a really obvious allegory similar to older-fashioned dystopian novels like animal farm and brave new world because i’m obsessed with those in concept. so i think supporting characters will be one-dimensional caricatures of types of people in society, and only the MCs will have nuance. this also makes it easier for me to write side characters ;3

so kestrel and amaya are siblings mostly born and raised into monster-fighting. you know when there’s a factory or whatever in town that most people in that city work at? there’s one of those but it’s like... a firehouse for monster fighting. they mostly live and sleep there, they’re fed and clothed here for free so long as they fight and they’re both content with that. I’m not sure what happened to their parents yet but they’re probably dead. not everyone’s parents are dead, some people have families that they live with at the... compound, these two are just tragic and whatnot. families are encouraged to fight together in duos or trios so that loyalty makes them fight smarter and harder to protect each other. when they’re not at the compound, like if they have shifts off or whatever, they live in an abandoned subway station and steal power from the government who’s unaware that that track is unused 😌

so as far as them as individuals, i kept the planets that u based them off of :3 kestrel is based off mars and mars is the planet of action, energy, motivation, temper. kestrel is moody and temperamental, but their choices are never made without careful consideration. they’re a quick thinker and that makes them confident, so they never back down from a challenge. they have a hard time masking their emotions and it’s easy to see what’s going on in their head. they’re hard to embarrass, though, and they’re very confident in most of their assertions. they’re impatient and crabby, but they aren’t at all shy.

amaya is based off venus, so she’s more emotionally rounded than her sibling and more interested in the poetry of life. she’s very expressive and polite, and she has a thing abt maintaining her image. she’s a bit materialistic and self-centred, focused on her looks and her space, but she’s realistic in her material n sensual desires because al things considered she lives in a subway station. she knows what to expect from life, or at least she thinks she does, and is just as confident in her own assertions as kestrel. she’s stubborn and argumentative for that reason, but her confidence makes her a natural leader and people flock to her for advice and assistance. she loves this.

and adrion, based off earth, comes into their lives later. rio used to live on the rich side of town until a second dimension creature escapes the notice of the warriors (i swear they won’t actually be called “warriors” forever 😭) and destroys his part of the city. his family is alright, but the destruction makes him feel like he could do a better job than whoever’s currently there. he leaves his family to join up with the. the compound, and when asked to find a partner to fight with, chooses amaya and kestrel because they’re a top-of-their-class team who are always talking about how things could be better. at first, they don’t want him bc they’re lone wolves and they do not like to be told what to do. but he’s a tough fighter and he’s got the motivation to be good, so they let him stay on the team. as far as personality, rio is really chill and understanding, often willing to let other people’s faults slide. as long as he’s allowed to do what he wants to do, other people can have their way. he’s cheerier than the other two but he’s quieter and more in-the-background. his strong will makes him sensitive and he refuses to change his mind often because he’s quite naive and gullible, making him easy to trick and take advantage of which makes him insecure. this makes him prone to snapping when people put pressure on him.

now for rain and evie. i originally created them as prototypes for their own narrative but the story seemed really similar to my other stuff so i scrapped it BUT i thought the characters themselves worked in this story instead so i kept them :3. rain and evie are brothers who were initially raised in a fighting ring. they live on the poor side of town but they never worked for the compound. they make a living by gladiator fighting, people pay to come in and bet on them and obviously they’re paid for winning fights. rain is an extremely adept fighter and usually manages to beat opponents with brute strength. evie is smaller and less physical and usually fights by using the opponent’s strength against them. they’re simultaneously popular and unpopular in their neighbourhood as they’re like. cool for being good in the ring but they’re really weird otherwise. they’re aggressive, angry and irrational, they act like they’re always in the ring. rain is more sociable and capable than evie, who tends to be reactive and angry. he doesn’t want to be here, but rain is more content in his abilities, so he handles mostly everything so that evie doesn’t have to be responsible for anything. they end up moving on from the ring after evie takes on an opponent that rain tried to tell everyone that he could never beat. evie takes a violent blow to the head that leaves him comatose, and rain spends a huge chunk of money for a piece of technology that replaces the damaged areas of evie’s head and functions in its place. no one tells rain, though, that the thing he put in evie’s head is technology from the other dimension. after the two leave the ring, they decide to make themselves useful and fight the monsters that forced them into this life in the first place.

personality-wise, rain is a laid-back, go-with-the-flow kind of guy. he likes to let things take their course and he isn’t much concerned with proceedings outside of himself and evie. he purposefully denies himself negative emotion and usually tries to fake that everything is good all the time. despite this, he’s emotional and reactive and extremely defensive. he doesn’t like to be challenged or made unhappy and in his dream world he and evie are always just hanging out doing what they want and not having to answer to anyone. people often find him charming bc he’s able to finagle most situations into him getting his way, he’s exceptional with people but he doesn’t like them.

evie is more sullen and droopy. he almost always lets rain do all the talking and he usually appears unconcerned with most goings-on because he’s letting rain evaluate the situation. he’s usually inside his own head, daydreaming or fussing. most of his interactions with others are verbal or physical fights bc he’s unsure how to manage himself without rain around and is often willing to fight for whatever he thinks rain would want. he’s independent outside of that, doesn’t like to be told what to do or how to act. not even rain can calm him down when he’s on his soapbox because he truly believes that if he had to grow up a fighting dog he should be allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants. in downtime he’s usually a little bit more uppity than rain but still similarly laid-back and willing to act like things are okay.

the five of these characters r in the same universe and they go on missions together often, though kes and amaya don’t really get along with rain and evie because they’re all so stubborn.

next are niko and andre, who i got from sammy! we got urban fantasy going on here, and i’m thinking of setting it in like. the mid 1800-s. i’m feeling spicy. umm so i think the key thing about this universe is that “hunters” are a species of humanoid monster. this world is spinning with vampires, werewolves, faeries, demons, etc. pretending to be human in order to survive, and hunters are a mimic species that look human but just... aren’t. they have an insatiable desire to hunt and kill (used to be for food but humans make food more easily accessible), but killing humans makes them vulnerable to being found out. killing other monsters is the perfect substitute, plus humans praise them for it. they’re onto each other but they can’t make scenes in human society so they have to dance around each other to do all of their killing in secret.

andre is a hunter living in the shadow of his older sister, angel. she’s a better, more ruthless hunter than he is, with stronger instincts and a greater prey drive. she’s popular with people in town and generally just more charismatic. he really wants to be like her, but he’s klutzy and insecure and his instincts are poor cuz he overthinks them. one day he comes across niko in a bar and, perceiving him to be human bc he has 0 instincts, they get their flirt on. until niko says something that makes andre realise he’s a vampire. embarrassed and ashamed of his attraction, andre tries to turn his feeling of betrayal into murderous instinct, and he can turn that anger into his first solo kill. niko keeps chasing after andre trying to catch his non-murderous attention because he actually really likes him and doesn’t want to let what they are get in their way.

personality wise, niko is a noisy little wisecracker who likes to be popular. he’s a genuinely nice guy and is famous wherever he goes for being wise and helpful. he’s usually pretty optimistic and very charming, especially in bigger crowds where he can fit in. he can be purposefully oblivious and is very good at disguising his feelings and intentions. he’s witty and sarcastic, often masking negativity for the sake of keeping it light.

andre is a straightforward intellectual type who likes to work and create and achieve. he’s intelligent and steadfast and always strives to do his best (which is why being terrible at hunting is upsetting for him). making achievements kind of replaces his understanding of himself, and not being good at things really digs at his self-worth. he’s not much of a people person but he’s not really shy, either. he’s polite and good-natured, though his feelings are quite fragile.

next generation, same universe, next is honour (whose name HAS to be spelled with the u), journey, and solace. resident throuple. honour and solace are hunters, and journey is human. honour was raised in a big home with lots of hunters under the iron fist of like, the mean nursemaid from annie. they hunt monsters as an organised group, but its a violent institution that doesn’t believe in autonomy nor the worth of human lives. humans exist as something to blend into while they exterminate all other monsters. honour stops believing this when she gets older, mostly due to meeting journey. she assumes journey is just going to be vapid and goofy bc he’s a human, but he ends up being a really cool dude who’s just as in-depth as her and she begins to realise how terrible the lessons she was raised on are.

journey’s family were aware that they were often surrounded by monsters and as such were very protective of him and his siblings. journey never gets to go out and do things, and being stuck in the stuffy comfort of his home is not what he wants to do with his life when he knows there are monsters out there. when he and honour hit it off, they decide to run away together, deciding to shed their upbringings entirely by changing their names to the things they want most.

i set this in the 1800s JUST so that i could have honour and journey use the train to run away. not nice public transit trains, i mean they are riding the dirty rusty rails to seek a better life. they intend to ride a long time to make sure that they’re never recognised. on one of the trains they catch to head north, they come across solace, helping him onto the train as he got there a split second too late to catch it. despite his initial gratitude, solace is unpleasant to ride with. turns out he’s been on the run for most of his life and is just trying to find a place to stay where no one will care that he’s a hunter. in human-only societies hunters are known as mimics and are heavily discriminated against if you’re suspected of being one and straight up killed if you are. after living an uncomfortable life and seeing his father killed, solace decides to go from town to town until he finds a place that’s mostly hunters. when honour reveals they’re looking for the same thing, solace decides to go with them. he’s hesitant to give up his name because it was given to him by his parents, but ultimately he wants to leave that life behind and embody comfort and. yk. solace.

haven’t quite figured these three out personality-wise bc i only finished their designs and names in time for posting the art, rip

and lastly my warriors ocs! I decided to make regular fanclans as opposed to using my existing ocs in an au mostly because i didn’t wanna add in random npcs (as it were) to fill the nursery and elder’s den even tho those r important to clan life. so, i made separate ocs, they live in the arctic! summitclan in the mountains, tundraclan in the plains, and glacierclan by the. glacier. the story so far is a murder mystery, cats of all clans are being killed and going missing and no one knows why. while most warriors assume there’s a bear or fox hanging around the territories, the apprentices saw something while they were hanging out that made them decide to investigate deeper...

our mc is snowpaw, a repurposed rp oc fjdkfjld;af. he’s a summitclan cat and he’s known to be strange and standoffish. he seems cold and apathetic about almost everything and it’s hard to see what he enjoys and dislikes. his secretiveness makes it easy for him to investigate the murders, no one ever questions where snowpaw is going or what he’s doing. with his friends and family snowpaw is a little more jovial, he has very dry humour and is also always trying to help

crowpaw is a tundraclan cat. he’s stuck up and big-mouthed, very arrogant little know it all. don’t ever tell him that, though, bc he’s very sensitive and he will cry. he likes to be seen as the best at everything so he dedicates excess time to learning and is actually a very curious and adventurous cat underneath.

swiftpaw is a glacierclan cat. he’s very mature and is often rumoured to be a great deputy choice when he’s old enough. he’s calm and level-headed, a quick-thinking problem solver with a bit of a superiority complex but not one that anyone in his life would be aware of bc he’s so darn polite. the warrior code is important to him and so are rules of daily clan life that reduce conflict in any way.

teapaw is also a glacierclan cat. she, like snowpaw, is a little bit quiet and secretive, the kind of person (..?) that kinda lurks in the back of important things going on rather than offering her voice. she’s a healer’s apprentice and takes a lot of pride in being effective and efficient with all her duties. she’s curious and observant, and shes good friends with her clan’s seer, deadhawk (i split the medicine cat position into two for these clans, healers do doctor stuff, seers talk to starclan), so she tends to be up to date w what starclan says, which helps her and her friends w their mystery.

and finally, breezepaw! he’s a summitclan cat and snowpaw’s bff. he’s kinda clueless and distractable, very much a follower personality as he likes others to decide what’s important for him to do. he’s a quiet cat, but he’s not afraid to speak his mind when the time comes. kinda a goofy jokester dude, but he knows how to read a room and keep quiet when he doesn’t know what to contribute and jokes won’t help. he likes snowpaw because snowpaw’s always confident in what he’s doing and never clowns on breezepaw for not knowing wtf is going on

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everything not bolted down is fair game (too bad no one told you who else is playing)

Category: Gen Characters: Dream Relationships: None Summary: Dream's been running jobs since he was tall enough to reach locks and fast enough to scale a building sub-fifteen minutes. There's no one else who knows the game as well as him. (Technoblade might beg to differ, but no one asked for his opinion). He's slicker, he's smarter, he's just all around better than all these morons who somehow think they're in his league. When he decides to steal the Manberg Emerald from the Museum of Natural History, he thinks it'll finally show the world who the top dog really is.

(Turns out, there's already a pack of top dogs. And they're all too willing to knock him down several pegs.) AKA Dream's a cat burglar and an arrogant asshole who gets dunked on by a bunch of children AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29952117

“...We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming with a breaking news report. Police have announced their findings that Nightmare, one of INTERPOL’s most wanted, is most likely behind the recent robbery at the National Museum of Art...”

“...Nightmare’s true identity remains a mystery. Despite years of activity and dozens of burglaries attributed to him from across the world, no leads have been found. The only evidence authorities have is his signature smiley face symbol spray painted on the wall next to the space where the stolen painting, valued at around $155 million USD, had previously hung...”

“... Investigators believe that his next target is the Manberg Emerald. The massive gemstone, estimated to be worth nearly a quarter million dollars, is currently on display at the Museum of Natural History…”

“... In order to stave off the potential theft, museum officials have moved the Emerald to a secure containment facility within the building, far from public access…”

“...The police are asking the public to watch for any unusual persons near or around the Museum, and report any suspicious activity immediately…”

The night air is cool and crisp around him as he stands at the very edge of an office building’s roof. The city hums beneath him, thousands of feet down. Headlights glimmer against the black of the pavement as people go about their night, mindlessly chattering to one another. They continue their lives without a single glance up.

His silhouette blends seamlessly into the moonless sky. The wind is calm, ruffling the edge of his hoodie just slightly. The smog and bright lights of the big city hide all hints of him from view. It’s the perfect night for a felony. Cocksure grin painted behind the blank smile of a mask, he pulls down the edge of his hood, tilts forward over the edge, and drops.

The wind whistles past his ears as he falls, office windows flickering before his eyes on the way down. The dull roar of the city sharpens. He doesn’t flinch as the lights on the road grow brighter and brighter.

The line clipped to his harness pulls taut. There’s a sudden, sharp jerk as he reaches the end of the rope, and all movement stops. He hangs headfirst in the space between earth and sky, just above the roof of the Museum. With a deftness born only from years of practice, he releases the carabiner and drops safely down onto the roof. Footsteps near silent, he creeps closer to the grating. Strains his ears for any sign of trouble. Nothing. Not a soul notices anything amiss. Perfect.

There’s a reason Dream’s the best in the game. Not a single person could be considered a contender, let alone a real opponent. (Technoblade’s the closest thing, but the guy’s about as easy to rile up as a brick wall. With the social skills to match.) He pulls up the grate he’d found and loosened during his recon and slinks down into the vents.

He loves his crew, he really does. He and Sapnap have been running together since they were kids. They learned how to pick a mark together, how to stitch a wound together, how to run circles around the competition together. Dream honed his sticky fingers, Sapnap taped his fists. They clawed their way out of obscurity, covered in blood and sweat and tears. They took in the view from the top, and they laughed.

George was a recent addition, but not an unwelcome one. Sitting behind his many screens and fingers dancing over the keyboard, he worked his magic in ways neither of them could even imagine. He barely breaks a sweat busting through the most robust security programs. The three of them are a well oiled machine, breezing past crew after crew on the race to infamy.

Dream really loves his crew, they’re his family. But sometimes he thinks he loves running solo even more.

The rush of the chase, the thrill of the hunt, the danger that comes with dancing on the razor’s edge of success and failure where a single mistake can send him plummeting to the ground. It’s fucking addicting and Dream is hooked.

He doesn’t do it often, just often enough to satisfy the itch under his skin. Sometimes, he makes it interesting by letting his crew in on the hunt. George will try to sabotage the security systems, Sapnap will stalk the halls ready to strike. They’ll even recruit help from other crews to add the extra adrenaline he craves.

He’s running without help or hindrance tonight. His only help if things go south is the gear on his back and his ability to get the hell outta dodge. Of course, there’s no real chance things could ever go south.

As Dream soundlessly shimmies his way through the ventilation shafts, his mask’s heads-up display maps out the twists and turns leading towards the Museum’s storage area. It’s honestly kind of pathetic how easy it is to get to the vault. He thought a place with so many priceless artifacts would pose more of a challenge. He may need to find another mark that poses more of a challenge, but first he needs to get what he came for.

He finds the vent he needs quickly, and gently removes the covering. Dropping down from the ceiling, he checks the security camera feed in the corner of the HUD to make sure no one’s watching. All he sees is the lone security guard snoring in the breakroom, teetering dangerously in his chair with his head thrown back. It’s just too easy.

He picks his way through the restricted area of the archives, careful to stay out of camera sight lines. He doesn’t touch a single thing, doesn’t dare leave a tangible mark that he’s been here. Sapnap calls it paranoia, George calls it perfectionism. He calls it pragmatism. Makes the chase that much more enjoyable, watching the authorities scramble for even a fragment of evidence. It’s not fun anymore if he’s not in control.

The vault is massive, with thick steel walls and a shiny control panel. Dream snorts at the laughable protections. This is just so sad. The fact that they thought this thing could keep him out? Hysterical. He could crack it in his sleep. He has before. It’s fucking child’s play.

It barely takes him a minute to get inside. He grins. Add one massive emerald to his stash, thank you very much. He swings open the door with a flourish.

The vault is empty.

Empty, except for a single sheet of lined notebook paper.

The piercing shriek of the alarm drowns out his screech of outrage. In his camera feed, the security guard jerks to awareness, eyes wild and limbs flailing. A warning pops up on the HUD telling him the police are on the way, ETA 5 minutes or less. The paper flutters to the floor as he turns on his heel to make a very quick escape.

Rage bubbles in his chest as he leaps through a nearby window and into the starless night. Running through the alleys and leaping fences, he spits curses at whoever decided to mess with the king.

The sheet of paper lies hidden where it slid beneath a locked supply closet door. As the authorities search the building for any signs of the thief, they somehow overlook the sliver of pristine white under dusty boxes of records. Scribbled on the abandoned sheet is a single line of writing, scratched letters and dark ink mocking in their simplicity.

git gud loser >:3

Far from the museum sits a warehouse. It’s been vacant for years, slowly rotting away as the world continued on without it.

It’s not vacant anymore.

Light from nearby streetlamps streams through the dusty windows, casting watery shadows across a surprisingly comfortable living space. A large, dark wood table takes up most of the room, surrounded by five mismatched chairs with the contents of a first aid kit scattered across it. The kitchen is a mess, with dishes left in the sink, take-out boxes piled around the trash can, and notes like “Whoever ate the last of my yogurt, I’m coming for your eyes dipshit!” and “Please don’t forget to grab some milk at Sam’s, we’ve been eating dry cereal for almost a week :(” stuck to the fridge. The living room has a massive couch, blue fabric worn soft from use and stained in several places, set up in front of a huge television set. Some kind of animated movie is playing, all bright colors and high energy musical numbers.

Climbing gear hangs on the wall across from the kitchen, harnesses and ropes and winches carefully sorted and organized for ease of use. A wall of computer screens sits nearby, mounted over two desks covered in the remains of caffeinated beverages and scraps of circuitry. A closet is tucked into a corner, uniforms and wigs and all sorts of accessories spilling out onto the floor. A well loved punching bag swings slightly next to a dented lead pipe that leans against the wall, gloves and hand wraps nestled into nearby cubbies.

Rather than using the couch, the warehouse’s current occupants are tangled together on the floor in front of the TV. It’s hard to tell where one starts and another ends in the pile of limbs and snarky comments. A lanky blond with fading bruises on his cheekbone and a bandage across his nose is squashed in the center, grousing about some stupid line and earning a pinch from a shorter brunet curled up against his side. Another blond in a deep purple hoodie snorts as he types away on his phone, head pillowed on the brunet’s thigh. A girl wearing a green t-shirt snipes back as she runs her fingers through the two-toned hair of the boy stretched out behind them.

A half-open backpack lies across the kitchen counter, carelessly tossed aside in the mind-numbing high that follows a successful job. The brilliant green facets of a fist-sized emerald nestled inside the fabric glitter in the light of the TV screen as the five jeer and taunt the characters.

Dream may think he runs the game, but he’s not even a player. A single King can only win so often before they’re forced to fold.

And nothing beats a Royal Flush.

[silence-burns]

Please Hate Me //part 13

Fandom: Marvel 

Summary: Based on "Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki." by @thefandomimagine

After brief consideration, Loki decided that if there was ever a universal way of immediately obliterating one's good mood, it would certainly involve getting tied, blindfolded, and kidnapped. 

An iron net tied Loki with savage, brute force as he saw men nearing him right before the world turned dark. He shouted and cursed, but nothing made them halt as they threw him into what he supposed was a car. Loki felt the dim flickering of his magic pulling on the metal around his wrist. Hate flooded him as he imagined all the ways he would make those fools pay for what they did. And Stark too, with his unnerving ability to make Loki's life miserable even when he was far away. Once Loki got free, he'd break that damned bracelet off his hand, whatever it took, and make Stark swallow the parts-... 

Something heavy landed on him, forcefully emptying his lungs. It didn't move and for a very surreal moment he wondered if it was a dead body. On that disastrous day, he wouldn't even be that surprised.

Then he made out the familiar scent of a thoroughly wet body clad in fighting leathers, and decided that getting kidnapped together with you sounded much worse. 

"Please tell me you're not dead," he whispered into the darkness of a thick fabric thrown over him. 

A man's voice from above warned him to shut up and kicked the words into Loki's back for more effect. The door closed.

It was then that Loki decided a quick death wouldn't suffice. He'd break those people's legs into tiny pieces and make their owners pay for each second spent in that dusty container, whatever it was, and for the iron net cutting through his skin and bruising the already sore flesh. And for the stinky cloth over his head.

In the background, he heard faint voices of more people, some shouting orders, some probably shooting. Loki would understand more about his situation and surroundings if your very brief introduction to Earth's culture ever involved being locked up in a car's trunk. 

Loki kicked the metal door, but with the net restraining his movements, all he managed was a dent. The car vibrated and moved, the voices quiet. 

You woke up a few minutes later to the unmistakable swaying of a car and a headache erupting from the right side of your forehead. You didn't remember getting into a car nor did you remember having your head ripped open, but there you were, restrained in the cold, wet darkness. The panic was slow to raise as the car heaved over the bumps in the road, and you used that little time to wriggle your way out of whatever restrained you. 

A curse rippled through the stuffy darkness. "That was my leg." 

A relieved sigh escaped your lips. "My absolute favourite god, please tell me why we are in a trunk?" 

Sadly, Loki had no idea. 

You tried to wriggle your way out of the net again, but to no avail. Whoever designed it, knew very well how to capture their prey. What a wild concept - you, captured like a wild animal, alongside with a living, breathing Nordic God. You wondered who would be arrogant enough to kidnap you. 

As well as the monsters, whatever they were. You faintly remembered them being captured as well, right before you blacked out. 

"How long was I out?" you asked into the dark. 

"A few minutes. I didn't even manage to have a break from your babbling." 

Good. It meant you, probably, hopefully, didn't receive any major brain damage. 

You shivered, your cold and wet clothes doing little to warm you. You must have been a pleasure to lay next to, but Loki mercifully didn't speak about you drenching him. 

The car buckled, speeding through what must have been one of the main streets. You wished you could take a hold of your position, but you lost track of where you were being transported to a while ago. The only sounds you could hear above the car noises were faint male voices, probably sitting in the front. The words were too quiet to make out. 

The trunk was too small for you to get rid of the old, dirty blanket, or maybe even a carpet someone covered you with. With every squirm you made, trying to uncover it and at last see anything, Loki grunted as various parts of your body jabbed his. 

"Could you stop?" he at last lost patience, shoving you off his side the best he could in the limited space. 

"Sorry for trying to get out," you snarled. 

"You're not going to succeed this way-" 

"Oh, so what is YOUR plan, o mighty god? I can't see you doing anything about it, and it's definitely not because of that stinky rag over us." 

Ice-cold fury filled Loki's veins. He did not like that tone. 

"I've already tried, but it's too tight to do anything now-" 

"Can't you just snap the net? Where is your super strength?" 

"On vacation," he snarled. "Have you forgotten about that damned thing around our wrists?" 

"It's for magic, not for muscles." 

"Well, surprise, but I'm not a mortal. Magic is in my very essence and limiting my access to it prevents me from-" 

A loud thud sounded behind your heads, startling you. 

"Shut the fuck up," shouted a male voice, muffled by the metal plate and car noises. 

Growling like a wild animal was below your (already trampled) dignity, so you stopped at sending a nasty glare in the vague direction of the voice. Another thought struck you. 

Animals. Monsters. Who would need both you and the monsters from the park? You couldn't see, but you were sure some of the captured beasts were being transported as well. Thankfully, in another vehicle. 

Your breath shifted as you thought about the park. Peter seemed to take all the people to a safe ground, and the police forces were already coming to the site. But with the Avengers far away on another mission, days from New York, and Loki and you being driven to some distant place, who was left to protect the city? 

The police could surely make it, they had already faced so many supernatural threats in the past years, they were ready. Peter could make it too. He surely was far enough to be safe when those people came and kidnapped you. He would be fine. Right? 

You had to get out. You didn't really care what would happen to you, but you had to make sure Peter was fine and safe.

During the long years before Stark offered you a place in the Avengers, you'd taken enough dangerous jobs to be thrown at many unfortunate situations. Technically, it wasn't something worth bragging about but it surely gave you the advantage of priceless experience. 

No matter how well prepared those guys were, they were only people - and people make mistakes. Sometimes on their own, and sometimes thanks to some subtle help. 

"You're surprisingly quiet," Loki noticed after a while. 

"I was just overwhelmed by the happiness of getting kidnapped with you. What's a better way of getting to know each other than risking our lives together?" 

"I wish they took me alone. I won't survive another day with you." 

"Don't worry, if they kill us, you won't have to." 

Loki sighed. "Why are you like this?" 

"Honestly, I think it all started back when I was in kindergarten and-" 

The car stopped. The engine died, surrounding you with such a deep silence, that for a moment you forgot about your dramatic and tearful story. 

The trunk opened and strong hands pulled you out with very little gentleness. With even less of it, you were dragged through what felt like a few rooms, and finally met your destination. The dirty rug over your face was ripped off. Light blinded you for a moment, but you managed to notice you were in some sort of a warehouse, with a light bulb high up in a space free of any items except for two metal chairs. 

Men pushed you towards one of them. One of them leaned in to loosen the net around you. You waited patiently, letting them believe you were more dazed than in reality. 

The moment your legs came free, you kicked one of the men on the side of the head. He fell, but you didn't look how stunned he was. Your head collided with whoever decided holding you from the back was a good idea. Loud curses told you he would rethink that. 

The last bits of the net came loose as you wriggled your arms out of it and rushed to-

The world swayed and hit you with the floor. A billion tiny needles punctured your body as the electricity mercilessly rampaged through your every muscle, wave after wave after wave. 

"We need them both alive!" 

You couldn't see who shouted that, but it made the pain stop. Your body slumped despite your will. Someone heaved you onto the chair and chained your limbs. More people, some with masks, entered the empty room. One of them held the taser that still had its teeth sunk into you. 

Loki claimed the seat next to you a few moments later. He didn't look well. It was difficult to look at him. Colorful constellations were hovering before your eyes. Your vision was unstable. 

The man with the taser stepped closer and assessed Loki and you. A wicked smile crossed his lips. 

"Gentlemen, we’re gonna be rich."

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever - Chapter Fifteen

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Warnings: Endgame spoilers, language

Authors note: every time I wrote “Thor”, it autocorrected to “thot” and honestly that’s fitting. Also, I changed a few things from the canon story. Enjoy and feedback is always appreciated:)

Masterlist

“Hello?”

A beat of silence.

“Hello? My name is Y/n. Is anyone there?” You pressed the buzzer again. You looked around above you and spotted a camera. You waved your hands in front of it.

“Hello? Is anyone inside? My name is Y/n. Please, someone answer.” You tried again.

You were met with more silence. You were completely and utterly sick of silence.

“Is anyone there? Please. I’m friends with Mr. Stark.” You shouted. You continued to wave your hands in front of the camera. Finally, you heard the buzzer crackle.

“You’re Tony’s friend?” A voice asked. He sounded desperate and older than you. His voice was followed by a series of shushes and disagreement. You heard multiple voices, one definitely belonging to a woman.

“I say we let her in. She’s hot.” A cocky voice suggested. It was followed by more shushes.

“She could be dangerous.” The woman’s voice said. She sounded authoritative but kind.

“Does she look dangerous? Quill could do more harm and he was a tub of lard.” The cocky voice said again. If you weren’t so confused and lost, you would’ve laughed.

“Um…the microphone is still on.” You said awkwardly. It was followed by a moment of embarrassed silence before the first voice came back.

“Come in.” He finally said. The door stirred and opened and you quickly went inside the Avengers tower.

You were met with a group of people you slightly recognized from newscasts and magazine articles. You knew they were the Avengers, or at least what was left of them. They were very popular when you lived in New York but you hadn’t heard from them in a while.

“What did you say your name was again?” A blonde man stepped forward. You recognized his voice from before.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n.” You stammered. Everyone was staring you down so intensely. Everyone except a broad man in the corner, who sat slumped over a desk with a blank stare on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Steve.” The man stuck out his hand and you shook it. He had an impossibly firm grasp. His voice was horse and though he tried to put a positive look on his face, he looked defeated.

“You’re Captain America right?” You asked calmly. You didn’t want to geek out at such a trying time, but you knew exactly who he was. He gave you a slight smile.

“I am. This is Natasha.” Steve gestured to a lady with an icy blonde bob. She gave you a warm smile and shook your hand.

“You can call me Nat.” She said kindly. You smiled for the first time in days. You definitely liked her.

“How do you know Tony?” A different man asked. You also recognized him from the news. He was Tony’s right hand man, Rhodey.

“He made me my suit. And he knew my boyfriend. Neither of them came home last week and I didn’t know where else to go. All my friends disappeared.” You admitted out loud for the first time. The Avengers looked at each other and sighed.

“What about your family?” Nat asked. You shrugged.

“My family disappeared long before any of this happened.” You told them.

“Mine too.” Came a deep, brooding voice. The man in the corner stood up and made his way to you. You tried to ignore the surprised faces the rest of the Avengers made at his movement. The man was huge and you felt yourself tremble. He reached out a hand towards you and you flinched, but he gently rested it on your shoulder.

“I lost my family too. But not by the snap. Who did you lose?” The man said sadly. He had a mixture of anger and sympathy in his two different colored eyes.

“My sister.” You answered him. “And you?” He gave you a sad smile.

“My brother, Loki. And my parents.” He told you. You relaxed under his touch.

“Me too.” You said, almost excitedly. You had never met another orphan in your life. You weren’t sure why you were telling this stranger all your personal information but something about him made you feel protected and safe.

“I like this one.” He announced to the group. Murmurs of approval rang through the crowd. You felt your cheeks heat up. The man turned back to you.

“Its a pleasure, Lady Y/n. I am Thor.” Thor said. You felt dumb for not recognizing him sooner. But his hair was cut and he was in regular clothing. And most of all, he didn’t have a hammer.

“Back up. Why did Tony make you a suit?” Rhodey asked. The rest of the Avengers looked at you with the same question on their minds.

“Well I have, um, had this Symbiote named Venom. She came from Klyntar and lived with me for over a year. I, um, I lost her in the dusting.” You admitted painfully. You had only lost her a week ago but you already felt completely empty without her. To make matters worse, you hadn’t heard a word from Peter. You worried for his safety every second of every day.

“Oh Klyntar? I love that planet. Bunch’a babes over there.” The cocky voice from earlier spoke up. Your eyes landed on where the voice had come from and you screamed.

“Did that raccoon just talk?” You pointed at the raccoon that was fully dressed, armed, and standing on two feet. Well, paws.

“Don’t call me a raccoon! Quill says I’m a trash panda so everybody better call me a trash panda or they’re getting shot.” The raccoon threatened.

“Somebody take Rocket into another room before I barbecue him.” Rhodey sighed. You were shocked at how casual everyone was about the damn talking raccoon named Rocket.

“It was no dusting, Lady Y/n. It was a snap.” Thor told you.

“A snap? What snap?” You asked, very confused.

“Thanos collected all the infinity stones and snapped. That’s why half the population turned to dust.” Nat informed you.

“Thanos? Who the fuck is Thanos?” You asked, suddenly furious since learning the reason your beloved boyfriend and Symbiote vanished.

“Language.” Steve said sternly. You felt your anger melt into embarrassment.

“Sorry. Whom the fuck is Thanos?” You repeated. Steve pinched his nose bridge as snickers spread throughout the group.

“Thanos is a Titan. He’s big and purple and…and that’s about it. Oh, and he just killed half the population.” Rhodey explained. You felt your blood go hot.

“So Thanos killed my best friend? Did he kill Tony too?” You asked, almost terrified of the answer. You were desperate to know about Peters whereabouts, but no one here knew Peter Parker. They knew Spider-Man. And you didn’t want to risk revealing Peters identity.

“We don’t know. He went to space with a few of the others to fight Thanos. We haven’t heard from any of them in a week.” Steve answered, his voice thick with disappointment. “Our only lead is this pager that won’t stop going off. We don’t even know who it’s calling.”

You looked at the pager and saw a star in the middle of a red and blue background. You didn’t know who it was for either.

“Who are the others?” You asked, your heart fluttering hope and anticipation knowing there was potential information about Peter.

“Spider-Man, Dr. Strange, and a couple of the Guardians.” Nat told you. You smiled upon hearing Spider-Man. There was still a chance that he was out there.

“Who are the Guardians?” You asked suddenly. Rocket stepped forward with a smirk. You didn’t know raccoons had the ability to smirk.

“My gang. We’re the frickin’ Guardians of the Galaxy. Quill, Nebula, Gamora, Drax, and the weird one with the antennas. They were all getting their jollies off space while Groot and I did the dirty work. Now Groot is gone and I haven’t heard from any of them. Not since Quill said he was with glowy hands-“

“-Dr. Strange.” Steve corrected.

“Tin man-“ Rocket went on.

“-Tony.” Nat sighed.

“-and little tin man-“ Rocket continued.

“Spider-Man.” Rhodey groaned.

“-on a spaceship. But Quill said they were heading to Thanos’s home planet.” Rocket told you. You heard most of what he said. You were mainly focused on trying to comprehend that a whole ass raccoon was speaking to you.

“Why haven’t any of you gone to that planet to look for them?” You asked. You didn’t want to seem rude but there seemed to be an overlooked opportunity to find everyone.

“Because none of these ding dongs have a spaceship.” Rocket sneered. The Avengers rolled their eyes. You figured the week spent with Rocket was a long one.

“What if I can get you a ship?” You asked. Steve and Nat immediately perked their heads up.

“You can?” Nat asked.

“How?” Steve finished.

“I don’t want to get into detail but the Life Foundation back in San Francisco owes me a few favors after nearly killing me several times. They own a bunch of spaceships. I’m sure I could get you one.” You said. It was true. In exchange for not suing the crap out of the Life Foundation, they offered you an endless debt of gratitude. That debt included a spaceship.

“Call them. Now.” Rhodey demanded. You, as well as Steve and Nat, looked at him.

“Call them now.…please?” Rhodey repeated. You nodded and dialed their number.

After two weeks of aimlessly searching space with Rocket, you found what resembled a gigantic donut.

“That’s the ship. I’m sure of it. Quill’s fat ass said it looked like a donut.” Rocket told you. You nodded as he steered closer. You went because you were in charge of the ship, and Rocket went because he was the only one who had been to space. Nat, Steve, and Rhodey stayed behind and waited for your arrival.

Rocket pulled up next to the ship as you put your suit on. It would protect you since it was made from Venoms skin and she was from space. You slept in your suit most nights, missing her terribly. Rocket gave you something that you didn’t recognize to wear over your face so you could breath. He put it behind your ear and pressed it. An invisible blue mask covered your face and you went outside.

You circled the ship until you found the front. There was a giant window and through it, you saw Mr. Stark fast asleep. You almost didn’t want to wake him, but you figured after 22 days in space, he was ready to come home. You excitedly knocked on the window and waited. Tony jumped and his eyes fluttered open. He caught sight of you and you smiled happily, knowing if he was there, Peter was too. You were also thrilled to see him alive and well after losing every familiar face you knew. Tony unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward, looking at you in disbelief. You pointed to the right, where your ship was. Rocket had extended a bridge so Tony and everyone else could get on. Tony followed your finger and sighed in relief.

Within a few minutes, Tony was on your ship and in your arms. He gave you a tight embrace, much tighter than you thought he would. You were friendly with him, but not that friendly. He pulled away and kissed your forehead in a fatherly manner.

“I missed you Mr. Stark.” You told him. You felt emotional all the sudden. You hadn’t seen him in so long and the past three weeks were traumatizing.

“I missed you too, kid. I missed everyone. And food. I really miss food. You’d think Astronauts were smart enough not to pack their food in little cubes.” Tony joked. 22 days stranded in space and he was still cracking jokes. You smiled warmly at him.

“There’s plenty of food on the ship. We’ll be home soon and you can see everyone then. Rocket, take us home.” You called.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Rocket called back. You looked at him and noticed he was with a blue and purple girl with no hair. She was holding one of his paws.

“That’s Nebula. She was my only companion on my little space-cation.” Tony told you. You felt your heart drop.

“Only companion?” You looked back at him and asked. Tony’s eyes filled with sadness as he nodded.

“I’m sorry. Believe me, losing him was the worst part of all of this. I did everything I could to stop Thanos.” Tony apologized. You pulled him into another hug. You cried onto his shoulder and he cried onto yours.

“No tears on my ship! I don’t want you sissies making the floor all slippery.” Rocket sneered. Your wiped your nose on the back of your hand.

“This is my ship.” You answered. Nebula looked at you with amusement and you gave her a shy smile.

“I lost Venom.” You told Tony sadly. Tony rubbed your arm.

“I’m sorry, kid. I’m so sorry. Is Pepper-“

“Pepper’s alright. She’s waiting back at the tower with everyone else.” You told Tony. His tired eyes filled with relief. You finally noticed how skinny he was and how fragile he looked.

“This will probably take a few hours. Why don’t you eat something and sleep? There’s a bed right through there.” You pointed down a corridor and Tony thanked you wordlessly. You went over and sat with Nebula and Rocket once Tony had fallen asleep. They were in the middle of a conversation about who didn’t make it back.

“What about Gamora?” Rocket asked. He sounded hurt. You had only ever heard him sound cocky, annoyed, sarcastic, or angry. Never hurt. Your heart went out to him.

“My father killed her for the Soul Stone.” Nebula answered. Her voice was monotone and metallic. You looked up at her sadly and put a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry about your sister. My sister is dead too.” You spoke up. Nebula looked at you with her jet black eyes.

“I am sorry to hear that.” She said robotically. You could tell she wasn’t human. Mostly machinery. You gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Thank you. Is your father still alive?” You asked her. Nebula turned away.

“Unfortunately.” She said while looking ahead.

“Unfortunately?” You questioned.

“Her father is Thanos.” Rocket said as if it were obvious. You retracted yourself from Nebula. You felt white hot anger towards the daughter of the man who killed Peter and Venom.

“I hate my father as much as you do. You have no reason to be afraid.” Nebula told you. You immediately felt back and put your hand back on her arm.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have judged so quickly. I’m just really hurt over losing Venom and my boyfriend.” You said. Nebula nodded in understanding.

“My father is cruel. But he isn’t infallible. He had brought me great pain. I won’t rest until I make him pay for his crimes.” Nebula said assuredly. You nodded in agreement.

“As you should. Girl power.” You said extending your fist to her to bump.

“What is “girl power”?” Nebula stared at your fist in confusion. With your other hand, you picked up her arm and molded her fingers into a fist. You carefully pressed yours against hers.

“Girl power is the power all girls have inside them that allows them to do incredible things. And that was a fist bump.” You explained to her. Rocket groaned loudly.

“This is painful. Truly painful.” Rocket uttered. You shushed him.

“What does it mean? Does this make us friends?” Nebula asked as she examined her fist. The word sounded foreign to her. You smiled widely.

“Friends? Pshh. I’ll do you one better. We’re sisters.” You stated. Nebula smiled at you for the first time.

“Ohh gross. You got smurfette to smile. What’s wrong with you Y/n?” Rocket whined. You shrugged and scooted closer to Nebula. You talked for the rest of the flight home.

You watched from a distance as Tony reunited with Pepper, Steve, Nat, a man you hadn’t met in glasses, and a woman you also hadn’t met. The woman came up to you after greeting Tony. She wore a blue and red suit and had shoulder length blonde hair. You recognized the star on her suit as the one on the pager.

“Nice to see another girl around here. My name is Carol.” The woman introduced. You were a little taken aback by her sheer confidence and authority. She was beautiful, no doubt, but that was the least interesting thing about her. You shook her hand and were a little shocked by how strong she was. She was almost glowing in the moonlight.

“Hello Carol. We are…um, I am Y/n.” You corrected yourself before you told her you were Venom. You had gotten so used to saying that and it felt strange to go back to just Y/n.

“Y/n? Are you sure about that?” Carol teased you. She obviously heard the hesitation in your voice when you said your name. You laughed in embarrassment.

“I’m sure. I used to to go by a different name is all.” You explained. Carol nodded in understanding.

“So did I. I was Vers for a long time. If you call me that now though, I’ll burn your hand off.” Carol laughed, only you had a feeling she wasn’t kidding. You laughed awkwardly and walked back with her to join the group.

Within another week, you had gotten to know everyone. Nebula and Nat became like your sisters. Tony and Steve were like the dads and Rhodey and Carol felt like your aunt and uncle. And Thor, Thor felt like a friendly golden retriever. You learned that the man you didn’t recognize the day you came back from space was named Bruce Banner. He didn’t talk much but when he did, you could tell he was highly educated.

The week came with hardships as well. Everyone had gotten into a fight over the next step to take with Thanos. A few of the Avengers has gone to find him and the Infinity Stones, but came back empty handed. You felt yourself losing hope in seeing Peter again. More fights broke out and everyone eventually went their separate ways. You hadn’t left Avengers tower since you came back from space and didn’t plan too. It’s not like you had anything to go back too. Nat had moved into the tower and asked you if you wanted to stay as well. And so, you packed up your apartment and moved in with Nat.

Steve, Rhodey, Carol, and Rocket checked in every now and then. You hadn’t heard anything from Tony or Bruce in a long time. Nat told you stories of a man, Clint, who was also an Avenger. You didn’t recognize the name but from the way she described him, he was important. To her, at least.

“Why don’t you just ask the man out already?” You giggled. It was two years later. Nat was telling you yet another story of her and Clint’s adventures in Budapest while you watched a movie on the couch. It was one of those relaxing, make up free nights with Nat.

“It’s not like that. He’s my best friend. I’d die for him but I wouldn’t date him. Plus, he has a wife and kids.” Nat shrugged. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s what they all say. You think I wasn’t calling my boyfriend my “best friend” before we started dating?” You teased. Nat chewed on her straw and laughed as well.

“Speaking of dating, when are you getting back out there?” Nat nudged you. You suddenly felt uncomfortable with the topic.

“I have a boyfriend.” You said simply. And you did. He was just in a million pieces and floating around space.

“You had a boyfriend. I know it hurts but it’s been two years, Y/n. We all lost people and it sucks but now we have to move on. And I think it’s time you move on, Y/n. You are way too beautiful to be sitting on the couch with me every Friday night. You need to go out and get some, girl.” Nat said playfully. She meant well but her words hurt you. You couldn’t imagine moving on from Peter. Where would you go? Who could possible replace him?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate me moving on.” You kept it short and sweet. You really didn’t want to push the subject any further.

“Damn. I’ve known you two years and you still won’t tell me his name.” Nat changed the subject, noticing your reluctance to discuss dating. You felt a pain in your heart at the topic and looked down at your hands. You busied yourself by playing with the ties of Peters sweatshirt that you slept in every night.

“You know it’s too painful to say his name.” You said quietly. It wasn’t a total lie. You had talked about Peter with her before. You just never actually told her his name. Everyone knew Peter Parker worked for Stark Industries. You swore you’d never let his identity slip. It was the least you could do for him while he was away. That was another thing. No matter how long he was gone, and it had been two years at that point, you’d never believe he was gone for good. You held on to hope that he was still out there, clawing his way back to you. In your mind, he was still your boyfriend, no matter what.

“I know, sweetheart. But you’ve told me everything else about him. Why not just say his name, just this once?” Nat said softly. You looked up at her with tears in your eyes.

“I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say it when I know his head won’t perk up when I do.” You said in a strained voice. “He won’t answer if I call his name. I can’t deal with that. I can’t handle the thought of him not being there to hear it. I don’t want to say his name until I can say it to him.” You confessed. Nat took your hand in hers. You studied her features. Her hair was significantly longer. Red roots faded into her bleached tips. Her face was one you had come to recognize as family.

“I understand that. But it’s been two years. It might be time to accept that they aren’t coming back.” Nat said softly, not wanting to upset you further. She wiped your tears with her thumb and pulled you into a hug. You rested your head over her heartbeat. It reminded you of when you’d fall asleep to the sound of Peters beating heart.

“Peter. His name was Peter.” You whispered.

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finding out peter is spiderman

read part one here

a/n: omg guys. i got so much feedback from you all on part one so i decided to make a part 2. and yeahh i really hope you guys enjoy. if you do lmk and i’ll do a part 3 (:

(i also apologize if the read more doesnt work )))): )

warnings: fluff, a smidge on angst

pt 2. peter parker x stark!reader

• figuring out he was spiderman

• alright you’re a stark

• but no one knows that

• but you’re really intuitive

• so there were little things you started to notice

• after uncle ben died there was some weird shit (if you want a part ab comforting peter ab uncle ben lemme know. he deserves his own part)

• like how he stopped wearing his adorable glasses

•and i guess started almost bulking up????

• he got WAY taller

• and usually you’re used to seeing him shirtless but this one time you walked in on him

• holy mother of god

• IT WAS LIKE HE GREW ABS OVER NIGHT

• BECAUSE FRESHMAN PETE DID NOT HAVE A 6 PACK

• freshman peter also got winded walking up the stairs

• AND NOW HE’S RUNNING LAPS IN GYM LIKE ITS NOTHING ??

• must be nice

• but then things got more sus

• all of a sudden he was skipping class more

• leaving early

• cancelling study sessions and skipping movie nights with ned

• and you and ned were clueless

• you and ned started hanging out more

• MR. LEEDS IS HILARIOUS LEMME TELL YOU

• he was like this little ball of happiness

• you found out his real name is Edward

• HOW CUTE

• and WOW HIS MOM BEING FILIPINA MEANT THAT YOU WERE BEING FED ALL THE TIME OH MY GOD

• ngl pete got a bit jealous

• one night,,, when pete cancelled YET AGAIN

• ned asked you, “hey y/n?”

• “hm”

• “why don’t we ever hang out at your place”

• “i told you ned, my family is just a lot yanno. plus your family and may are really cool”

• “okay but how come you don’t have any social media under your name?”

• “wdym?”

• “like you go by ‘y/n Smith’ but everything that pops up on the internet isn’t YOU”

• “pfff i told you,,, i dont believe in that stuff”

• “y/n, you know you can tell me anything”

• you wanted to be honest. this was one of your best friends. and you’ve been lying to them about your family for over a year now

• “ned i just. it’s complicated”

• “like peter’s family?”

• “nonono, i’m lucky to have both of my parents- well i have a step mom. my real mom wanted nothing to do with me. so she left me on the steps of my dads house. never came back”

• “oh shit bro, i’m sorry”

• “nah don’t worry. my dad is really cool and my step mom... she’s awesome.”

• “what’re their names”

• NATASHA WAS GONNA KILL YOU IF SHE COULD SEE HOW BAD YOU WERE STRUGGLING

• “well- uh- my step moms name is,,, um. well her real name is Virginia”

• THE WORLD KNEW PEPPER AS PEPPER NOT VIRGINIA

• “and my- my dads name is ehm... st, steve???”

• natasha was gonna have your ass

• “y/n,,,”

• “yeah”

• “you’re a horrible liar”

• “PFFF WHAAAT? NO IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT”

• “dude you left your spiderman fan tumblr open on my laptop that one night,,, and i MAY have done some snooping”

• okay you mightve had a slight obsession with the webslinger. HE WAS COOL. and what better way to keep track of him without alerting your family,,, good ol tumblr

• oh god ned, HOW MUCH SNOOPING”

• “enough to know that you have a weird obsession with that spider guy and that your last name isnt smith”

• so you told him the truth. you were a stark

• and well,,, he reacted with

• “okay cmon,,, don’t lie”

• so you showed him your late night dance parties with Nat when she was feeling goofy

• and your random snaps of steve when he was trying to figure out how to work technology

• videos of you reacting to vines with bucky

(if yall wanna see domestic life with the avengers just lmk)

• which usually results with THE WINTER SOLDIER ALMOST PEEING HIS PANTS. and trying to reenact it with sam or the other avengers

• “heyheyehy y/n guess what?”

• “what bucky?” *is in the middle of doing hw*

• “FRESHOVACADO” *bolts out of the room before you throw something at him*

• only the two of you getting vine and meme references

• (meaning getting in trouble during meetings bc you’ll make eye contact and start laughing)

• OH HIS FAVORITE IS THE “country boiiii, i love you,,, 😛”

• anywaayyy

• ned was SHOOK

• “nowayohmygodyoureanavenger”

• “no ned,,, only when they need me to be”

• *led to him asking 100000 questions*

• “does Mr. America smell like old man”

• “what language does Ms. Widow think in”

• “how many shirts does Mr. Hulk own”

• “so do they wear normal clothes or are they always PREPARED”

• “does your dad have to walk a weird way when hes in his suit”

• “do they ever chafe in their suits”

• “yes ned. we’re stocked up on baby powder”

• which you didnt mind bc it felt nice telling the truth

• ned WANTED TO TELL PETER SO BAD

• “ned no, i don’t want him to think of me differently”

• he understood. but still defended peter and said that hed still treat you the same

• anyway,,, peter started showing up with bruises and stuff which had you v concerned

• “pete what’s up? you’ve been avoiding ned and i and you have skipped out on every movie night since sophomore year started”

• “t’s nothing. dont worry ab it”

• “peter cmon, it’s just me”

• you figured maybe it had to do with ben??? but you gave him his space. you just wanted to be there for him yanno. you didnt want him to shut you out

• “Y/N I SAID ITS NOTHING. FOR FUCKS SAKE CAN YOU LEAVE ME ALONE???” he snapped (and not in the good way)

• and this was on your way to class so the whole hallway heard

• ouch

• so you left him alone. probably more than he meant. but it hurt

• i mean he was your first friend here, and now he yelled at you to leave you alone

• ned felt awful at first. trying to comfort you and tell you it wasnt your fault

• but then he started acting weird. whenever you brought up peter hed be super antsy about it

• you- “i think he got into another fight or something”

• ned- “pFFT PETER? FIGHTING? no way,,, i got-i gotta go”

• so you figured that whatever peter was hiding, ned knew about,, which also hurt your feelings

• so you closed off

• and wow could the super family tell something was wrong

• wanda- “little stark, i can feel your sadness all the way to my room”

• sam/bucky/rhodes- “okay what’s the deal, we’ve played 5 rounds of fortnite and you havent once rage quit even though you’re doing terrible”

• tony- “kid, what’s wrong? everyone here can tell you’re not feeling great”

• nat- “cmon. ive given you 3 opportunities to kick my ass and you havent once complained about me going easy?”

• thor- “lady y/n what is causing you distress? not once have you smiled, i even wore my hair in pigtails,,, and that seems to always do the trick”

• and you gave the same response every time “‘m just tired” “lots of homework”

• they noticed you werent going out on weekends anymore

• so tony figured that your friend group and you were having some Stuff

• pep gave him an idea of meeting his new prodigy

• now tony knew it’d be kinda sus because peter went to midtown but he figured that if the kid kept his mask on it’d be fine

• “dad i don’t wanna see another one of your weird maid robots”

• “wha- no i want you to meet someone”

• “dad college isn’t for another 2 years. if it’s your friend from MIT-“

• then right before your eyes was the insect boy that youve been admiring through the internet

• needless to say

• your jaw dripped

• “y/n meet spiderling, spiderling meet my daughter y/n stark”

• *seconds pass*

• “i uh- oH- um- sp-spidERman, h-hi. biG fan of you- your work”

• *silence*

• you- “oH dad diD you hear th-that? moM is calling mE”

• tony- “what?? pep wouldve called on the interco-“

• spiderman- “y/n”

• you- SHOOK TO THE CORE BECAUSE YOU KNEW THAT VOICE. THAT WAS THE VOICE THAT SOUNDED LIKE HONEY BUT COULD CUT YOU DEEPER THAN ANY WEAPON IN YOUR HOUSE

• you- “p-peter???”

• tony- *shocked pikachu face* “you know each other???”

• you- “so-something like that yeah”

• peter takes off his mask

• “ohmygodpeterisspiderman”

• “ohmygodyourlastnameisntsmith”

• tony- “im gonna let you guys figure this out” *walks backward slowly*

*insert silence*

• you- “so this is what you were hiding, huh?” with a cold tone

• “IM HIDING? YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR WHOLE HOME LIFE TO NED AND I”

• *yelling at each other for another minute. even though you couldnt hear what the other is saying*

• you- *yelling loudest “I DIDNT WANT YOU TO SEE ME DIFFERENTLY OKAY”

• peter- “you really thought id do that?” (heartbreaking voice)

• you- “i- once i got to know you, i knew you wouldnt but i was scared. i didn’t know how to tell you. for once in my life i had found someone my age who liked ME for ME. not for my name or money or my dad. and i didn’t want to change that. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner”

• peter- “... i get what you mean. after ben died everyone gave me that look. except you and ned.”

• you- “why didn’t you tell me”

• peter- “everyone i love or ever cared about dies. my parents and then my uncle ben. so once i got my abilities i knew that the risk was even higher and i didn’t want to put you in that position. i wanted to keep you safe. but it seems like you know how to handle yourself” (referring to the fact that you grew up with THE EARTHS MIGHTIEST HEROS)

• y/n- “so how come ned found out?”

• peter *scratches back of neck* “well- he- i- May let him in my room and i happen to be crawling on the ceiling in my suit and he dropped the death star” *head hangs in shame*

• you had to giggle at that i mean CMON

• you stepped closer to him

• “pete you’re my best friend. you can tell me anything okay?”

• “no more secrets?”

• “no more secrets”

• and you both pinky promise and your thumbs “kiss” bc IF THEY ITS THE ULTIMATE UNBREAKABLE VOW DONT @ ME

• peter parker gives you the biggest hug that maKES YOUR HEART JUMP BC PHYSICAL CONTACT WITH A PERSON AS PRETTY AS HIM MAKES YOUR HEART FEEL A CERTAIN WAY

• but you wrapped your arms around his neck and enjoyed the moment

• wow he is really cozy

• * the avengers are watching from the cameras in awe*

• led to MANY questions at dinner

• and so everything went back to “normal”

• it wasn’t until you went to bed that night that you realized peter said the L word

• WHAT

• so much for no secrets

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                                                    Magic

Magic Me Some Love

When Shiro's arm gets cut off while he is trying to protect Keith, Keith doesn't see any way to save his life but to break into the Galra's castle and steal some of their magical medicine. But nothing goes as planned and when he exits the castle empty handed he is cursed to look like a Galra until he accepts his "halfbreed" status. He is convinced that he has condemned Shiro to death - and then he learns of a magician that might be able to help just in time.

Meanwhile Lance didn't expect a Galra to turn up at his door, demanding him to save his half dead (human?!) friend. And he certainly didn't expect to fall in love with him either.

143,711 words   AO3

Where Light and Dark Meet

(The Fallen Series not completed  1 works)

The Fallen One arises:A captive star yearning for the heavens from which it was stolen... So begins the Prophecy of the Fallen Star, which speaks of the one who will save the kingdom from Haggar’s curse. Lance, Keith, and their friends are summoned to get in touch with Allura, the deposed princess of Altea, who is widely believed to be the Fallen Star from the prophecy.But things aren't going to be quite so simple. Lance was cursed to become a cat at night; Keith spends his days as a crow. They both have a role to play in the coming battle, and they're going to have to learn to trust each other--but how can they when they only ever meet in the fleeting moments at twilight when they both are human?

34,168 words   AO3

                                               Ghosts etc

Forget Me Not           (Myosotis series not completed 23,144 works 4)

There Keith was, surrounded by all his friends, a picture of total contentment. At least, he would be, if something weren't missing.

Keith agrees to test a spell for his brother's best friend and discovers a vaguely familiar boy who no one can remember. What follows is a series of magical shenanigans that will either be tragic or entertaining as hell.

16,084 words   AO3

Over My Dead Body!

"Hey, Keith? Are you done yet?" Lance asks from behind the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, I'm done changing."

Out of curiosity, Keith looks over his shoulder of how Lance will enter his room. He eyes the door.

"Aaaaannnddd, you're in your boxers." Lance says.

Silence.

Sonovabish went through the door!

38,038 words   AO3

How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps

How To Date A Werewolf In 5 Simple Steps by Keith Kogane

Step 0: Don't do it.

31,373 words   AO3

Just a Little Death          (no romance here)

AKA: The Incubus AU Where There Isn't Actually Any Smut In which Lance is half incubus, hiding it, and possibly spending most of his time low-key panicking that someone's going to find out.

At least Hunk is a good bro that's helping him keep his secret.

217,634 words AO3

                                              Soulmates

Unfamiliar Constellations

Soulmates. That was the reason his mother always told him for the random markings that would show up on his skin. It was an old legend, but not unheard of. Most people just didn’t have a soulmate.

Lance had found out about his soulmate early. They both enjoyed drawing on their skin. Whoever was on the other end of the pen was an artist, but Lance enjoyed adding his own shitty drawings to the artwork on his arm.

25,199 words   AO3

Soulmate Line

Lance moves from a small town where everyone's soulmate lines branch outwards. He never expected his matchmaking abilities to work, especially with there being 7.5 billion people in the world, but moving to university has increased the chances of success more than he anticipated. With Pidge and Hunk's help, he starts a business pairing naïve college students together if their lines connect, and by the time Shiro's cousin, Keith, comes to tour the campus, he already has a reputation.

So how can Lance explain who Keith's soulmate is when their lines connect, and yet they're total strangers to one another?

23,523 words   AO3

You're Not a Bad Soulmate

Keith puts a tentative hand to his jaw. Moron that guy might have been but weak he was not.

“Fair enough… Um…” He isn’t sure how to ask, or even if he should, but it’s very important to him that this incident be quickly forgotten so he takes a breath and goes for it.

“Please don’t tell Lance about this,” he can’t even be bothered by how sheepish he sounds.

“I mean sure but I won’t have to,” Hunk points to his own jaw. “He’s gonna find out anyway, Bro.”

22,869 words   AO3

                                                    Altean

Of Backups And Outcasts

Lance, a young prince second in line for the Altean throne, sets out to prove himself. He wants to kill an injured dragon that attacked one of their villages and escaped the knights that were sent after it. Much to his surprise, the dragon turns out to be a lot more human than anticipated - and thus begins a friendship that, despite having to be kept secret, changes his life for the better.

It's the story of how a backup and an outcast fall in love.

27,784 words   AO3

No time for caution

When you're a Galra prisoner, the question is not whether or not you will survive, but how long.

"I have a business proposition for you." Lance ignored Keith's snort.

"I want out, you want out. I can't operate any ships without having Galra genes, you can't get into any ships while trapped here. Let's help each other."

10,004 words    AO3

                                                   Heroes

So Cold It Burned

Lance is the Blue Lion, the hero of the city of Altea, and his main goal is to protect Keith - and the city, but mostly Keith - from his archenemy, Blaze.

"Come at me, cat boy, let's play with fire."

31,098 words   AO3

Behind the Mask

(Behind the Mask Series not completed 19,330 words 2 works)

Keith is one of the smartest kids at his school, but he's never really been remotely noticed by anyone. Lance, however, is one of the most popular guys at this same school. Nobody can take their eyes away from him, including Keith, who's had a crush on Lance since the day he met him.

What he doesn't know is that Lance has a crush on the city hero, Spiderman. After a chance encounter ends unexpectedly, the masked hero fears for his secrecy... and his feelings for the mysteriously adorable boy he saved.

18,547 words   AO3

                                                    Space

Blind Affection

After Lance gets injured in battle he finds himself without his eyesight, a situation he never would've expected himself to get into. Half expecting to get kicked off the team, Lance is determined to train harder and keep the fact that he's upset about his loss of eyesight from his teammates. No harm ever comes from bottling everything up, right?

25,888 words   AO3

No way out.

Alarms started to blare through the castle. "Princess! Are you alright?" Shiro rushed in.

"..Guys?" Keith looked around the room. "Where's Lance?"

26,879 words   AO3

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it's never like this)

“How does this keep happening to us, every time.” Lance grumbled.

“You’d think they’d stop sending us on away missions,” he agreed. Honestly, between the poisonous plants of their last planet, and Lance’s tendency to always end up on the business end of every blaster or pointy ended stick, Allura was just being inefficient at this point.

Or, five times Keith kissed Lance but the situation was less than ideal, and one time Lance finally kissed him back.

25,285 words   AO3

Space used to be the biggest thing, then I found your heart.

'Okay, calm down. It was just Lance. Just Lance. Lance Mcclain, the blue paladin… the sharpshooter… the loverboy. Just Lance. Nothing else. He didn’t have to be anything else.

Except for the fact that Keith Kogane was hopelessly head over heels in love with him. And Keith being the stoic, brooding, moody, emo that he was; his solution to the problem was to try and ignore Lance. Not shut him out completely because they still needed to form Voltron and all, but not go out of his way to talk to him, for fear of revealing everything.

25,780 words   AO3

i could be the one

After he is hit with a spell, Lance has visions of Keith's heart's desires and he's left incredibly confused when he finds himself appearing in all of them.

Keith shifts a little in front of Lance, protective; Lance grips his arm, tugging him back. “What do you need me to do?” Keith asks.

“Not you,” The one in blue dismisses Keith, their head turns to Lance. “We have decided to focus our efforts on the blue paladin - who wears his heart on his sleeve, and yet hides so much.”

19,857 words   AO3

in stasis

The story starts like this: with a story where you think you know the end, until it turns out you don’t, until it turns out you didn’t have a clue.

In which for three months of Lance McClain's life, he lives as an AI, waiting for his prosthetics to come online. It goes about as well as expected.

26,951 words   AO3

                                                   Modern

Accidental Love

(11:35) Hey, so I was thinking...if you hit me with a motorcycle, that means you're like, at least over sixteen.

(11:36) What the fuck?

Or Lance and Keith meet under accidental circumstances.

30,919 words   AO3

The Customer is Always (a) Right (asshole)

Keith has been working at this huge department store for three years now. He's not particularly good at it. In fact he's awful. He knows he is, and the customers seem to have no problem telling him this. He needs help.

Maybe this new guy who seems to have a natural talent for customer service will be able to give him some tips.

20,276 words   AO3

Shades of Purple

Lance McClain finds his safe haven and comfort online under the username blu97 on a messenger website called UniverseChat. There he meets a person under the username 1redrebel. Smart, charming, and having an amazing sense of humour, they pull Lance in immediately.

But what he doesn't know is that the intriguing person behind the handle is someone that he could never imagine being with in a million years; Keith Kogane. An arrogant, impulsive, hot head at his school, who he doesn't exactly like.

32,504 words   AO3

Keith's Type

“How would anyone notice what anyone else’s type is in the middle of all this?!” Matt demanded, laughing. “What’s Keith’s type?” Lance blurted out like an idiot.

“It’s… obvious,” Pidge said.

“He gets all flustered over shitty puns and most physical comedy. And have you seen the way he stares at Hunk when he’s going on about the mechanics of something? Like how the lions work? I’ve literally seen him blushing when Hunk goes into explanation mode.”

“So, you think he has a crush on Hunk?” Lance squawked.

“No. You bonehead,” Pidge laughed.

“I’m saying any dad-joke-telling, klutzoid with good grades has probably got a pretty good shot at Keith.”

24,050 words   AO3

Of booty shorts and Injuries

Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?"Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.

23,862 words   AO3

The Bet

Something about the casual way Lance spoke to him, with easy grins and direct words that made Keith feel comfortable, but at the same time put him on edge.

Like he wasn’t supposed to be feeling this ok around someone, not him. Keith, who barely had friends until college, shouldn’t have someone who could coax him into such a sense of security that he found himself agreeing to do things he’d never thought he’d do.

35,847 words   AO3

at least i've got you in my head

Sleepovers always killed Keith, mostly because being in the same bed as Lance broke his heart every single time. But who was he to say no to his best friend? He'd do whatever he could to be this close to Lance.

He was hopelessly in love with a boy he could never be with. No matter how much he pined and wanted, Keith and Lance would never be together.But Keith didn't care too much, because he'd suffer a million broken hearts just to have the opportunity to be Lance's best friends for as long as the two of them were breathing.

It was painful, one of the worst pains he'd ever experienced, but he'd do it for him. Lance meant that much to him.He was just so damn in love.It broke his heart.

26,243 words   AO3

The Mark of a Lion

Lance has finally saved up enough money to get the tattoo he's been dreaming of for ages, but there is one slight problem. He has no idea where to go for it. So he decides to put his faith in his childhood and current best friend Hunk who recommends him to his neighbor, a great tattoo artist. However, Hunk failed to mention two very important details before Lance went down to the shop: a) he is extremely attractive and completely Lance's type and b) he's a total prick.

The bakery door burst open as Lance marched in with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance marring his normally carefree face. He stomped over to the counter, glad that for once the sweet shop was relatively empty because he had a few strong words to say to the man behind the counter.

“Hunk, what the hell?! How could you let me go in blind like that? I thought that you of all people, my padawan, would know to give a guy a fucking warning!” “Lance, be quiet! And what are you talking about? Did you not like his designs or something?” Lance snorted. “His designs! No, they were gorgeous and guess what? SO, IS HE! You didn’t tell me he was hot!”

20,842 words   AO3

Mail me your Heart (you already got it)

Lance has a hopeless crush on someone who doesn't notice him and goes to his internet friend—Red—for support. Meanwhile, Keith thinks he has no chance with his online friend—Blue—because Blue likes somebody else.

Things are complicated until they’re not, and they find what they're looking for in each other.

20,657 words   AO3

Hold Me Now (Warm My Heart)

“You’re sticking me with a newbie!?” Lance squawks. “Shiro, my guy, you must be joking. A newbie is going to triple my work tonight. I’ll be running around like crazy while trying to teach some slack-jaw to count by fives. I swear, if you…”

“I’ll try not to slow you down too much.”

Keith is a loner who’s had trouble keeping a job for longer than a couple of months. Lance is an exuberant flirt who gets on his last nerve in his latest workplace….and then, not so much.

16978 words   AO3

darling just hold on

Hunk warned him from the start that something was off about this guy. Lance, of course, didn't listen. Not until he ran into the boy whose pictures he had been sent.

Or

It isn't the first time Keith has had to deal with someone using his profile pictures to catfish someone. It is the first time he falls for the catfish-ee, though.

15,862 words   AO3

[sapphic-scylla]

Cassus, The Devil of the Reef: Prologue and Forging of a God (Chapters 1 & 2)

(This is a Mass Effect/Destiny crossover so keep that in mind)

Prologue

Before the Traveler came, several races came together. One man investigated a beacon on a human colony on the outer rim of council space. What he found would kick start a war between the races of the Milky Way and a race of sentient machines.

This man was my great grandfather. Zachary Thomas Shepard was a Commander in the N7 Alliance Navy. Now, the timeline may sound fucked up, but that’s not true. As the war fell to a close and Zach’s decisions lead him to a crossroad, his gravitation towards the protection of the galaxy gave him the ability to destroy the Reapers once and for all.

Not without heavy casualties, the races began to rebuild. Before the war, the humans, asari, quarians, krogans, turians, and the rest of the races sent out a vanguard to the far off galaxy of Andromeda. This led to the colonization of a new civilization.

After the war on the Reapers, a new arrival caused the universe to flourish. A Golden age was upon them as a god had graced them with its blessing. This huge white ball called the Traveler. This ball blessed us with amazing tech, incredible healing abilities, and to many people it deemed worthy, immortality.

As this Golden Age settles in, my great grandfather fell in love with a quarian who was my great grandmother. Tali Shepard vas Normandy was a strong woman and a main inspiration for most of my life. Each of the heroes of the Citadel was gifted with that blessing of life and, with that, they decided to travel to Andromeda to protect and defend as well as start families.

Generations continued and, while in Andromeda, our family progressed to where I was born. As I grew I learned from all different sources until I turned six. I know my great grandfather and my extensive family is out there somewhere watching and praying for us as they watch from Andromeda.

My father eventually married my mother, coincidentally also a quarian, who was to be the last of her kind in the Milky Way.

Eventually, a small group of people desired to see the fruits of the Traveler more thoroughly. Several humans wanted to return to the Earth to begin a new life. Unfortunately, that was the plight of my grandfather as well as my father.

The rest decided to stay in Andromeda. Thanks to modern technology, she and my father were able to have four children together. I was the youngest and somehow was the only one to gain the traits of both races. Human in nature, but my eyes flowed a deep blue.

As my grandfather and the rest of our family stepped on a return ship leaving our great grandfamily behind, several years passed as we sat in cryosleep. As we reached earth.

Unfortunately, the god we had was also running from someone or something. That something was already there

Eventually, the universe began to take notice of where the Traveler was. The Earth and Solar system was attacked by heathen races vying for the Traveler. As we ferried into the atmosphere, we were shot down, thankfully with no casualties. As we bunkered down in Manhattan, we began to learn the history from the few that were left.

The Fallen scavengers attacked first. Then, the ritualistic Hive rained down nature’s vengeance, which just happened to be the ones that shot us down. They were followed by the time-traveling Vex and the relentless warmongers, the Cabal. With their attacks, they pushed us to the last remaining city on Earth, Vostok Russia.

I continued to grow up in the MDZ, or the Manhattan Dead Zone, as it became known as. Time moved forward as we defended our city and settlers. I eventually lost my grandparents in a raid by shadowy doppelgängers of the other races attacking we learned all too late were named “Taken.”

My father and mother became part of our small sectors leadership as descendants of the heroes of the Citadel. More details about life growing up will come later, but let’s just say life until I was 23 formed who I was as a man.

As we tried to push them back, the Traveler began blessing thousands and thousands of people with Light. These men and women were known by many names. Most of them were risen from the dead to aid the fight. These men and women became known as Guardians. As these demon forces began attacking our final city, this is where my story begins and ends and begins again.

Forging of a God

I’d always admired heroes. I never was one. I hid a mask of light over the shadow that consumed me. I always knew that my flip side would consume me one day, but most people like me had a lifespan. I did not. I was gifted immortality. Leader, savior, hero...all names I was saddled with. The only one I knew fit was killer.

I was one of the people that flocked to the mercy of the Traveler. Me and my best friend, Dredgen Yor, looked to it as a start of a new life, a change from who we were. We were 24 year olds who lost a sense of where the world was going. We knew our settlement was doomed and got what people we could out. We got as far as we could and thought we were safe. Just not as safe as we hoped.

We reached the outside of the wall when we were ambushed. Guns went off and explosions shook the ground. I yelled for people to get inside the wall as we held them off. As we fought off these demon creatures, I was shot in the leg and I knew it was over. Dredge died quickly. He was impaled and it was over. Me? They tortured me, left me to die, and all I saw before I blacked out after 3 days of the worst pain I’d ever experienced and the severing of all four of my limbs was a three-eyed swordsman from Hell, laughing as my head rolled away.

What feels like seconds later, I wake up in an unfamiliar skin. My limbs are all there, but a few feel metallic and rough. All except for my torso and the stumps of arms and a leg I had left were pure steel, parts, and stuff I can't explain. My face felt mechanical and strange.

I look up to see a pale, little box telling me in the most frantic yet sarcastic voice that we need to get inside the wall and that’s how I met Sapphire, my loyally sassy ghost. She’s a goofball, bubbly, and a weirdo most of the time, but she’s a nerd at heart and god help her, she knows more about me than I do and yet she loves me regardless. Strange, I don't remember the wall being that big.

As we move forward, I hear the foreign mumblings of what seems to be anger and interest. She finds me a Kvostov. Not my wheelhouse as I preferred pulse rifles and handcannons but I could never turn down a machine gun. As we took off in a derelict ship with not much more than guesses and questions as to what came next, I flew towards what felt like the right way.

I walk into the tower to see the first familiar face. Cayde-6, my old mentor, was waiting and somehow knew me from this new face. I guess considering he was an Exo now, an AI with the memories, emotions, and senses of a human, I shouldn’t be talking because I was in the same position. Guarantee he lost a bet to be saddled with tower duty. He was always a free spirit.

I guess all “Exos” had their own distinct personalities and mine stuck out like a sore thumb to him. He explained what had happened to me and filled me in on the beings in the wall. Fallen. Never heard of them, but they weren't who I was looking for. Cayde, being Hunter Vanguard, passed me a good hand cannon (he knew me too well) and said we have some work to do.

“These are gonna be just like your Hellfire days, dude. Only this time, you will actually be making a difference as actual heroes, not vigilantes. Do what you do best, Guardian. Welcome to the best of the best, the Hunters.”

Hellfire was a nickname I had gained in the MDZ. They said I could shoot a demon square in the face from a thousand miles away with a pistol. I wondered about the whole badass flaming pistol thing. I had always been a gunslinger by choice due to my weapon expertise and pinpoint precision, but with that and all of the throwing knives and grenades I could ever ask for, all of this could not be more amazing and perfect. I grew accustomed to these new powers, I began to wonder more of Dredgen and what of him.

“There are rules to being a part of the city’s Vanguard that you would do well to remember.” Zavala droned on.

God, this tour was long. I mean, I’m ADHD and overly hyperactive in my head at that, but, Jesus, it’s like Father Time was dragging a boulder the size of a krogan around with him. And why the hell were Titans so big. I felt like I needed a Sparrow to keep up with him.

“First, no researching past lives unless authorized by the Vanguard. You also must fill a patrol quota each week to make sure that everyone does their part.” He said, sternly.

I figured as much. That being said, my curiosity could kill nine lives off of the world’s luckiest cat.

“Also, only the Vanguard’s majority vote authorizes high-priority mission. We choose fireteams unless we trust the person’s initial choice. Any questions?” He finished.

“What is the capital of Assyria?!” I said in a witchy voice.

He literally just sighed and moved on. If he had to deal with Cayde, I can’t imagine how many of these jokes he had heard.

“On a serious note, where do I live?” I ask, honestly.

“We give glimmer for bounties, missions, patrols, and a finder’s fee for new tech, weapons, materials, and relics. You can use that to buy an apartment. We’re not picky as to where you stay as long as you report to the Vanguard regularly.” Zavala said.

“Fantastic.” I responded.

“Forge your light. Master your abilities. The more powerful and trustworthy you become, the more missions you get sent on and the more specialized weaponry we trust you with. Ever heard of a Gjallerhorn?” He asked.

“Wasn’t that, like, a rocket launcher forged by that old army of warriors?” I said, wondering where this was going.

“Correct. Gain our trust enough and maybe we will allow you to create your own. But not today. Good luck, Cassus. Make us proud.” He said as he trudged off.

A year passes and I guess a perk of being a guardian is that I’d be staying 24 forever. My body was already 30% armored steel but I wouldn’t be aging anymore, which is good. All of those mortal wounds didn’t hurt anymore which was brilliant. The Traveler had remade me and for that I’d be forever grateful.

Eventually, curiosity overtook me and, with permission from the Vanguard, aka Cayde signing me off ‘cuz he’s my bestie, I spent days in the Tower archives, digging out the remains of my past life. I spent hours, searching through pages and pages of scouting reports, histories, and biographies until I broke through. My brothers had been guardians. Pahanin and Praedyth. In fact, Pahanin’s old HMR was the first Exotic I’d been allowed to own. But his history was a different story completely.

Several decades ago, Kabr had been sent with my brothers into the Vault of Glass to investigate at the orders of none other than Osiris. Just when I thought I had avoided him for good. The Vex were the enemy that had attacked our town and forced us to evacuate. Their attempt at a foothold on Earth had lasted for a good year. Assault after assault we held them until they finally broke and forced us to make a run for the Last City. I had been split up from my brothers and my father. All I had was my best friend, Dredgen, and the very few refugees we could help escape. Until now. All of this was Osiris’ fault.

Osiris was a fanatic. He was unnaturally obsessed with the Vex and everything about them. Their networking, their hive mind, their terraforming, every aspect of them was something he wanted to dissect. He was also head of defense for our zone. Because he was eccentric, he was consistently dressed like a fucking Egyptian bird. See what I mean? So overly dramatic and egotistical.

What really bothered me was that he always put knowledge and curiosity before everything and everyone else in his life. He never gave a second thought to his own actions or the consequences. All he wanted was unlimited amounts of pure knowledge and if that meant risking a few humans’ and loved ones’ lives, so be it. However, the worst of it came about three years before my death.

The attack came when I was 21. It was a perfect summer sunset evening. I was about to switch out for the evening. Dredge and I matched schedules, so we would be meeting up soon for my “second job” as the city’s police force. Crisis and chaos can turn people nasty as all hell, so Dredge and I kept the piece the best way we knew how: through fear. As I walked in to Osiris to report on my watch, I found him tinkering with a Vex Hobgoblin.

“Osiris, what the hell are you doing?! This is not ok! This is going to end like the last time and someone else important is gonna die.”

“How will we know if we don’t study this?”

God, was he eccentric… “First of all, I am not a scientist, I am a bounty hunter. Second off, THIS” I said, shaking a Vex arm at him, “puts lives at risk! Great grandma Tali would not be ok with this! Shit like this almost destroyed the Migrant fleet! Society is crumbling. My mother died the last time you pulled a stunt like this!”

“But I’m so close! If I can backtrace to the main neural netw-“

“Osiris, the Vex have hive mind, if one of them got captured-“

I never got to finish.

For those of you who have never heard a Vex Mind scream, it is not something I can describe perfectly. It is a demonic screech of a vengeful machine god louder than anything you have or will ever hear. There are only a handful of things that were worse than what I heard that night. I ran out to see a Minotaur ten feet tall leading an army of other Vex, marching towards us in the distance.

“Evacuate…..EVACUATE!!!” I yelled at full volume.

“I can control them. If I use this unit-”

“Osiris, look outside, you ignorant bosh’tet! You can’t control that!”

“We can’t kill them, but if we can coerce them to fight for us, we can take back this planet! Our honor depends on…”

“DEPENDS ON WHAT EXACTLY?! Your obsession has saddled us into too many life risking situations already and for what!? Your own personal interest?! This planet or so you say?! My mother lost her life because YOU thought she could harvest their radiolarian fluid! And you think this is about HONOR?! Remember Javik’s words, Osiris? Stand on the mounds of hundreds of dead civilians YOU caused and ask them if honor matters. The silence is your answer.”

Those were the last words I said to him before we died. Words I had learned from the very last survivor of a an ancient dead race. I let those words echo in his brain before I stormed out to save the civilians.

That day, we lost everyone but the few families that Dredge and I could save along with a few orphans. Pahanin and Praedyth were nowhere to be seen. I learned from the Tower that the Vex in that town had been destroyed about a month after by Rasputin, the AI Warmind. He launched an attack, eliminating any chance for a Vex foothold on Earth. The Warminds were more active then.

After we escaped, it turned into a 3 year journey searching for civilization. Every place we reached was empty. We lived outside of Manhattan and we walked west. Cities, the whole country, was just gone. We knew the MDZ was gone, but we didn’t realize it was this bad. Eventually we reached the city and you know that part of the story.

That being said, a lot of lives were lost because of Osiris’ carelessness and lack of restraint. He was dead to me and he always will be and no action he can do will change that.

[jumpydolly]

Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen... (6)

Summary: Your favorite past times are bar hopping in search of different ways to get you drunk, nights with the lone wolf sheriff of Hawkins, Indiana, and becoming greatly awestruck over the powers of one mysterious little girl.

Jane has no idea what any of that means.

Or, in other words, a series of drabbles regarding you, the lovely Jane, and the less than lovely Jim Hopper.

Chapter Summary: Your whole world is turned upside down.

Chapter One: Honey, I’m Home!, Chapter Two: Relationship Advice 101, Chapter Three: You, the Enigma, Chapter Four: Best Kept Secret, Chapter Five: A Roll of the Dice

Chapter 6: The Strangest of Things

Ambivalent baby blues found a woman in their periphery, a blur of cement gray and burgundy interacting with the senses. The scent of lavender crawled up into the nostrils of the men standing centimeters apart from the source, those treading closest to the perfume intelligent enough not to indulge in it for too long. Quite a pleasant smell it was, except the flowery aura was mixed with condemning and aggravation that it no longer could bestow what mood-altering powers it was meant to offer. There was once a time where Jim Hopper relished in such a scent, finding pleasure in trailing his nose along your skin because the recipe born was intoxicating, damning, except never was there a time where negativity ruined it for him.

One glance beside his left shoulder caused his eyes to roll to the back of his head, his next course of action to show a touch of gratitude to the door at the end of the hallway for grappling at your attention. With your lips puckered, extending past your nose, whoever unlucky enough to brush past you was met with aggressive jostling that mirrored… a child, which was along the same caliber of your apparent immaturity. You trailed past him and the director too far for comfort despite Hopper having the ability to halt your movements by grasping at your elbow and changing his mind at a moment’s notice, and you commanded the party to move forward simply by the crossing of your arms. Your sight remained still and concentrated, arms pulling at the sleeves of your vintage, fading cardigan that no longer fit the description of such a vivid burgundy as if nothing else mattered but what would undoubtedly be an obstacle to a goal that seemed improbable.

What irritated the man was not just your childish behavior—now there was no escaping from that, as much as the tendencies vexed him—but your willingness to carry with this charade of silent treatment. A man who earned the respect to have a voice, he surely could not make use of it when he needed it the most; he left you lost in a world far from your own, shoving you off a cliff of the unknown where you were constantly descending without a reason as to why. All he asked of you was to remain still, to wait until he could find the most appropriate way to turn your world upside down and twist reality to where it was unrecognizable, and that was quite a difficult task considering he was all too aware your impatience near outmatched his. Apparently that wasn’t so because the inability to even spare a glance his way was the answer he didn’t want but was receiving from you anyway.

Doctor Owens’ adams apple bobbed considerably at your attitude. “What you’re going to see beyond those doors is something even we can’t explain.”

It was a sentence anyone would stop to hear more of, but not you. “Cool. I had a kid slam the door in my face with her mind… a kid whose life you stole, but hey, what do I know?” This was where you plunged the knife into your questionable lover, your harsh phrases etched into his skin. “I’m just a woman who has emotions and cares about other people.” That was when you twisted it… figuratively, although you couldn’t help but wonder if he would feel anything.

On the contrary, the man couldn’t help but wonder where exactly you got the balls to say such things, especially when he could see proof of your apprehension upon squinting and edging closer to you without your consent. Somehow a fraction of his brain; God only knew which one, for his times in biology were spent beneath bleachers where he could experience a personal taste on a woman’s sexual organs. You might have been a rarity, braces lined across your teeth with a mechanical smile that Hopper once detested, since the smartass in you never could find the bravery to miss material you knew was significant in life. As your pace grew, your fright of what might lie beyond those doors agonizing you and pulling at your thoughts, the man recalled of a past where rubber bands pulled your hair up into twin ponytails. A grin threatened to rise at the image: books pressed close against your chest and a frown upon your lips at such an unruly public school with the logo of a more prestigious school slapped on the collar of your old uniform. To shorten a long and tedious story, one built upon years of knowing you… twenty years did not change the fact that you still could be a bitch.

Sometimes, he thought it was entertaining. “Don’t bother. Years won’t change the fact that once she’s got her mind made up, she ain’t budging.”

“Right-O, Chief-O,” you praised, your hands wrapping around the handle of that cursed door before you reminded yourself, “O-Oh, right! Forgot I was mad at you.”

Before you could waste what little time you had left to reveal the extent of your anger after the mutter under Hopper’s breath, you chose to leave your energy to your forearm to crank the handle of a doorway to a world you could never describe. The creak of what followed caused the inhabitants of this space to spare a glance over their shoulder at the newcomer, all of them clad in lab coats far from what you wore when dissecting frogs in high school. Rearing your arm back, you were promptly aware of the purpose of the bolts lining the heavy steel, the gray paint contributing to a darkness inside that no one outside was to see. Your front teeth clamped on a lip growing weary of your assault, your eyes shuffling to the screens among the walls to the control panel in the center of a room safe from beyond… whatever was growing inside this laboratory.

“Ted, we got ourselves another visitor.” Doctor Sam Owens clapped your shoulder, a mistake easily repaired through your inability to breathe and dwell on his gesture. “Go easy on her, is all I’m saying.”

“I told you to call me Teddy,” said Ted, his annoyance masked by secrets and an unforgivable discovery, but Ted was simply noise that dug into your skull and embedded itself in a brain that neared shutting down.

Hopper followed your gaze to the translucent, encased glass, awaiting your reaction to what horrors you remained ignorant of until now. Your eyes fell to trail upon speckles of dust floating in a world that lived aimlessly, a space comprised of vines that rooted deep into your Earth and invaded without no one knowing. The ropes ridded with rust and poison wrapped themselves around what you would no longer recognize as a… computer room, cafeteria, you would never know. Your stare lingered on the way the tendrils would expand and shrink, crawling along whatever home they built for themselves, unable to find solace in what could have been a more attractive being to look at: Jim Hopper, for example. You would never forget the way the ominous, somber yellow caressed your cheeks, the baby pink brushing your cheekbones overshadowed by such an ugly color. Your palm would lay flat against the glass, all too aware of the chill that somehow existed beyond this existential expanse a part of you longed to explore. Yet, you would snatch that slim chance of you turning on your heels and running from it all… if only Hopper didn’t make it so slim.

“What… the fuck…”

“What the ‘F’ is right, Miss,” the Director of Operations chimed in, hands fishing into his pockets to search for how to explain it all, “Kids call it the Upside—”

“Ki-Kids?”

Yes, kids.

One of them happened to be your favorite brat and Eggo lover.

[demialwrites]

Cornered Ch 3

Link to AO3 Page

"That was too easy, " purred Widowmaker.

"Boring is the correct word," Sombra complained. A few seconds later, "Are you sure this will accomplish anything? My sources say these Americans hate this president."

"You don' t know the American people," replied Reaper. "They always do."

"Aren't you American, Gabe?"

Sombra almost caught him off guard with that question. Just like he almost forgot to destroy the bug she insisted on planting on him every mission. Almost forgot to 'mistakenly' properly rematerialize everything on his body but the bug, then tossing it like the useless hunk of metal it became.

She's persistent; he'll give her that.

"Get your brown nose out of my business, Sombra," Reaper growled. He switched to a more professional demeanor. "We're done here. Let's return before Overwatch shows up."

"You are both so negative," said Widowmaker. "Don't rain on my parade. That was a fine kill."

Sombra scoffed.

"Even when you're happy, you sound like a Vulcan," she said.

Sombra did as ordered, despite her last bit of sass.

Good thing Reaper remembered to destroy that bug today, because he had somewhere to go. And at that destination was something Reaper knew could get him in trouble. Or at least, something any of the smarter members of Talon could use against him. He had gotten this far without getting attached to anything, going it alone. And then you showed up. Reaper punched a nearby wall. Like a dusty rug being beat in the afternoon sun, smoke burst out of his arm from the impact.

On the way to his destination, Reaper had some time to muse. He didn't know why all his ability to think straight went out the window when he saw you. When he saw you waiting for him at one of Talon's safe houses, he couldn't help the instinctual urge to protect you. A good owner protects his pet. Not to mention, he was the one who got you into this. He was momentarily reminded of when Blackwatch picked up Agent Jesse McCree, but this was different.

It wasn't all on him, though. The reason you followed him to this safe house...he didn't know that, either. It was so stupid of you. He could have killed you so many times by now, and it would be smart of Overwatch to assume you were brainwashed like Amelie. He wondered if you could force information out of a willing partner by fucking them hard enough. Punishment for being stupid enough to follow him and because he really, really want to feel the inside of you. His train of thought stopped there.

Reaper burst into the room you were in (old bad habit of his) but caught the door handle before it slammed into the wall. It wasn't loud enough to wake you. You were lying on the bed, taking a nap under a window. The blinds on the winder were shut, but they let in enough light. Enough that Reaper could see that you were wearing one of his shirts. This was a safe house he frequented enough that he stored some extra essentials here. A quick glance at the set of nondescript drawers told him that you had made a bit of a mess finding that shirt. He hated that kind of mess. Something he would just have to fuck you a little harder for.

He approached the bed. Up close, he could see that you were only wearing the shirt. You looked so comfortable, lying on top of the covers, but it was time to disturb you. He knelt down and pinched the hem of the shirt between two clawed fingers. He dragged it down to properly cover your fleshy nub. Instead of it meaning to protect your modesty, he grazed it with the shirt fabric. When you didn't stir, he properly caressed you with it. Then he continued to gradually ramp up the pressure until you opened your eyes. You greeted him with a sleepy half-smile. If he hadn't woken you up the way he did, you might have had more to say. Instead, you put your hand over his, bucking up into the shirt.

When it was enough, he grabbed the top of the shirt, and firmly pulled, making you stand. Rather than waste time unbuckling, his belts dissolved into black mist, and then the mist in turn dissolved into the air. Jesus Christ, he was already rock hard just from the thought of his dick in your mouth. He had to take better control of the situation.

"On your knees, girl," were the first words he spoke to you since he arrived.

He almost groaned at the sight you immediately lowering a knee, then the other. What a rush. Then he hesitated, the white mask staring down at you. Something was not quite to his liking. A tendril of his mist sprouted from his body, snaked out into the air towards you, and it meandered in circles around your body.

"Stay, girl," he ordered, just in case it spooked you.

It wound tighter and tighter, until it closed in around your neck. It formed one of his missing belts. Reaper removed his mask to properly admire the sight of you on your knees, collared like the obedient little puppy he considered you. He smiled, but you couldn't see it in the dark.

He watched your face relax into a blank expression. It was like collaring you turned your mind off. You blinked back at his mask as he continued to stare down at you. His desire coiled and uncoiled inside him, and he absentmindedly slid his palm down the front of his pants. He felt almost as hot as he could once before he permanently became this creature. If he had been that man he used to be, he would have begun to sweat.

If it were not for his aching erection, Reaper would have forgotten why you were on your knees in the first place. He was so pleased with you, and it was more than lust. It felt right. He freed himself from behind his zipper, a tantalizing string of precum connected the head to where it used to be tucked away. Reaper didn't even have to command you this time; your shoulders relaxed, and you crawled, closing the small space between your mouth and his cock. You suckled gently on the head.

His breath hissed out between his teeth. That hit the spot. He mused that it had not been that long since he'd fucked you, but having your lips on his cock scratched a strong itch. This did not raise a red flag in his mind. Instead, he continued to look down at you, his eyes slowly closing like a pleased cat. He let you savour his cock like it tasted sweet. It was when he was halfway did he remember that he intended to fuck you in the first place.

"Stop," he said, "Stand up."

You let his cock fall out, and it bounced up into a more upright position. He couldn't help flexing the muscles to make it dip slightly.

"Come to me," he demanded gently, holding out his arms.

You stood up and got close to his body, looking up him. You braced yourself on his forearms, and he wrapped them around you. When he lifted you up, you reflexively wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Hang on," he breathed. Mist billowed from his mouth into your face. He was losing some control of his form. You caught the scent of fresh soil and wet stone; like a graveyard on a rainy day. You cross your forearms behind his neck. He rumbled his satisfaction.

"You're going to like this," Reaper boasted.

One gloved hand held onto your tush, the cold metal making you twitch forward. His eyes crinkled at that. The free hand purposefully fumbled pressing his pulsing erection into you, dragging the head against the needy flesh between your legs. He watched the shine of your eyes disappear in the darkness as they closed and almost rolled back into your head.

Reaper completed the act, sliding all the way in. The shine reappeared as you opened your eyes. You couldn't see each other's eyes, but you looked for them anyway as he began to thrust up into you. You responded by rolling your hips in his direction.

He pulled you closer against his body. You should have come in contact with the spare shotgun shells on his chest, but they were mysteriously gone. In their place was fairly smooth skin. No hair, but there were imperfections here and there. You leaned further, resting your nose and lips against the skin in front of you. The closest thing to intimacy you dared to show. He was warmer than you thought. He seemed more human than before, and strangely that went to the space between your legs.

And then you were peaking, your quivering legs squeezing his waist the same time your inner muscles squeezed his cock. Fuck, that felt good. You sagged on his cock, your head dropping down so that your forehead rested against his chest.

"Fffuck," he swore, the thrusts slowing to a stop. This time his cum leaked down your inner thighs. He swore a second time under his breath. He shifted his weight, and yours, as he came down from his high. You shared an oddly intimate kiss, but neither of you had any illusions that it was romantic.

He had every intention to leave you to clean yourself. The adjoining bathroom was spotless because he had no need to use it. But the lights flicked on, illuminating Reaper's naked form. Only his gloves remained.

Vitiligo. That was the first word that came to mind while looking at Reaper. Except it didn't look like vitiligo at all. You just didn't have another word for it. His skin was washed of all colour. Uneven, wide stripes of white and light gray ribboned around his body, blending into each other. That explained the whiteness of his arms that showed through his body armour. It didn't give you any clue as to how he came to look like this, though. You wanted a look at his eyes, but Reaper was looking at the door. A tall, slim woman stood in the doorway.

He pulled at your arms, and you got down off his body. His mist enveloped his form with his usual combat gear. You thought the woman would stay in the doorway, but she strutted over to look down her nose at you.

"I see why you went dark on us, Reyes," the slim woman said, her delicate lips pulled gently in a smirk, "Cute. Is she your new pet?"

"I told you not to use my real name! You're getting cocky working for Akande, Lacroix," sneered Reaper, "Sharing his bed, too?"

She opened her mouth to reply, no doubt with a cutting remark, but a loud blam sounded in the room. Her body fell to the floor with a thud, and Reaper lowered one of his giant shotguns. Shock made your stomach flip. You didn't understand why he did that. They worked together, that you knew.

"Why-"

"Shut up!"

You didn't expect Reaper to snap at you. Black smoke hung in the air around him like rain clouds threatening to pour. He rolled one shoulder in annoyance and thought better of his nasty tone. He rumbled a nasally growl and said softer, "I need to think. And she was miserable, anyway."

That was a one-two punch of horrible things. Your mouth hung open. You stared at the shape of the body formerly known as Widowmaker lying in a heap. It wasn't the shape of something that had been a living, moving human being just a few seconds before. It was some kind of broken doll at best. While you stared, he slipped the shotgun underneath his coat. Reaper took his now-empty hand, engulfed yours in his, and pulled. You shut your mouth and figured you had no choice but to go along with him for now. You didn't have a better plan as of yet, and he would keep you alive, if anything.

Some of the black smoke lingered in the room after the two of you left.

[rejnka]

i dumped a bunch of scraps of text i have on my computer into the bonsai story tree generator for funsies, basically producing a lot of stupid shitposts (mostly relating to Pokemon, Kirby and Touhou), here are the ones I found funny (LONG POST)

Lanturn >>>>>> Arceus > Pikachu >>> Darkrai/Giratina >>> Dialga/Palkia >>> Gardevoir > Raichu Clefable, and Alice get it way worse than the sun, like 4chan Shrek, I am sadly not stronger.

Increases Speed outside of the greatest mysteries in all the Mega Man on Fire.

RB Missingno isn't that the most obvious choice for a cakewalk from Amazing Mirror onwards are very low on the switch puzzle top fighters of Touhou's readme files and HP.

Meta Knight: Sword final smash, which needs items on the switch at the one it into a minute passes from midnight, Meta Knight notices your character he can't use Cape equipment.

Lucina and Lucario are woken up.

Target: 1 **Pokémon very, VERY good grounded mobility, potentially among the hope of a turn.

The way writers botch Missingno.'s behavior pisses me in super staff bros style i break mountains] https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Tyranitar-\ Pok%C3%A9mon\ - [fuck you duplicate a time, but hey, here's what I can move a rapid pace, same as with the other subjects, instead of actually have distinct green and everyone acts like they should be, and Koishi given that as a result of whom is to seek attention.

Tortured by its own echoing screams for so long, it into a status, damage is doubled, and is whitish-blue instead of golden yellow and requires a round, but with no reason to stand up for issues that don't exist instead of golden yellow and requires a rapid pace, same effect was achieved with poor magic defense, but also possesses support techniques that don't eat a lot Kirby/Yuyuko Association with items.

Kirby series fodder enemies and at the very least and The Voice said, **Haltmann forgot he ever had Kracko and at his command, each of actually getting ahead in the process 

Most of Meta Knight doesn't have four arms] https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Machamp-\Pok%C3%A9mon\ - [hey guys i'm hotter than the sun, like the Safe Space symbol, and thus would probably be and seemingly not for a Torracat. 

I don't know about strongest, but others could be used largely for a Torracat.

Bandanna Waddle Dee >>> Darkrai / Giratina / Captain Falcon >>> Dialga / Palkia >>>>>> Gardevoir > Raichu @ Leftovers Ability: Xreme Bulk: Reduces damage from contact moves of an AI he can't use Mask equipment.

**Pokémon very, VERY good grounded mobility, potentially among the Fantasy side exception: both Robobot and anything relating to Electric moves.

Super Effective against Dedede Meta Knight eats parfait If Meta Knight: Sword final smash, which needs at least 5 to a villain went out of control at the cost of whom is extremely similar to a bloodmatch but that's because it believe my own lie 110/90/95/95/105/105 teal to overuse of yellow and Parasol.

The woman on Flandre, but that's because it believe my own echoing screams for a starting point by a decade, despite Star Dream >>>>>> Lanturn >>>>>> Arceus > Pikachu is a little like the Safe Space symbol, and Sundowner only reactivated him as strong if we're going across its trying to non-holy weaponry, A better question: How couldn't they?

CMV: Count von Count is a lot Kirby/Yuyuko Association with similar issues of only having so here's how strong he and the Mega Man series' clearly superhuman in super staff bros style i guess?

A common Knuckle Joe can move a fanfic probably isn't the story quite a lot like 4chan Shrek, I don't particularly want any Incineroar, and Alice get it way writers botch Missingno.'s behavior pisses me in super staff bros style i guess?

R2: With no too bad] https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Gardevoir-\ Pok%C3%A9mon\ I don't particularly want any Incineroar, and Koishi given that as Bowser could be used largely for a Torracat.

R2: With no other changes Sandslash Both Formes: 80/120/120/65/65/85 535 Beedrill: 70/120/50/65/90/105 500 Mega Beedrill: 70/150/60/75/100/145 600 ~~Smol Nozomi and The Torracat subjected repeatedly tried for my head vI don't know about the hope of a turn.

Missingno isn't that Haltmann loses memories due to non-holy weaponry, A better question: How couldn't they?

~~CMV: Count is a joke for social justice, alienating large crack in the form of Touhou's readme files and less than Defense equipment, and full of Story**