#he could be at the business end of a firing squad and he could talk his way out of it

[columboscreens]

[whxre-bxby]

“Colonel’s Orders” 

(oh to be manhandled by Mansk like Tsireya)

Smut with Mansk, Miles, and Lyle

Summary: Quaritch gathers everyone outside for a new type of training session. The recom team don’t know what’s about to happen except for Miles and Lyle. This lesson is meant to increase the team’s hunting skills, however, you and Z-Dog are excluded. We have to pretend to be the prey first, which we think isn’t fair. Eventually, we are persuaded and have a head start before being hunted. 

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT, a little Angst?, predator and prey kink, NON-CON SEX, bad language, tiny bit of voyeurism, breeding kink, degrading 

Word Count: 6803

Masterlist

Colonel's Orders Version 2.0

I was in the break room, getting a drink from the fridge when Lopez walked past, greeting me. 

“Outside in 10. We have training.” he says, about to leave. 

“What? But we finished for today.” I reply and he turns back. 

“Colonel’s orders. Outside in 10, dressed appropriately for training.” he repeated before walking away. I just stare into nothingness for a while, wondering why we suddenly have to gather again when we just ended less than 2 hours ago. It’s not like I could do anything about it so I put the cold drink back and went to my room to go get dressed in Cammie pants and a tank top. 

While leaving my room and walking down the hallway, I met Zdinarsk. She smiled, nodding to me. 

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask and she shakes her head no, shrugging. 

“Maybe the Colonel has some announcement.” 

“Why outside though?” I say, asking myself more than her. She scoffs, wearing the same things I’m wearing and we walk out onto the large concrete jet runway. The sun is beaming down strongly and the warmth of Pandora hits our skin. 

Quite a bit away, we see most of the recom-team already gathered. The Colonel, Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, Ja, Brown, and Fike are outside, all standing around each other, talking. 

Walker is busy with testing tools in the lab along with Warren and Zhang.

We walk next to each other and I squint, having to look at the ground because the sun was too bright. The wind caressed my face and made my hair flow. It made my hair flow… I forgot to tie it up. Oh no. 

Quaritch got angry about that once, I hoped he wouldn’t mind me running back before we started. 

“Finally, the ladies have decided to show up.” Quaritch loudly announces, grinning while his hands rest on his vest. 

I tilt my head confused. 

“Are we late?” I ask Z-Dog confused,  who is already checking her watch. She shakes her head. 

“We’re two minutes early.” she replies in a sassy tone but still keeping it respectful with our superior. 

“Could have been another two minutes earlier.” he says, before fully turning around to face us. We choose wisely to not reply or fire any comment back. It could cause problems. He seems to be pleased with our silence. 

“Y/N, hope that ponytail ain’t too tight.” Lyle chuckles, noticing my open hair. I glare at him, fully aware of my mistake. I almost always have to have my hair tied back, so it's rare anyone sees me like this. 

I glance at Quaritch who is looking at my hair. 

“I can run back and get it, sir.” I say, taking a step back to be ready to go. 

“That won’t be necessary.” He calmly states, looking from my hair to my eyes, before speaking to the group. 

“You won’t be needing it now. In fact, I think I prefer it like that.” he smirks, and I hear a few chuckles from the men. Z-Dog is just as confused as me. 

“Alright squad, today’s… second session will be a bit different from what we did this mornin’. “ the Colonel starts announcing and everyone quiets down. I quickly scan the team, and notice Lyle grinning to himself. As if he knew about something. Maybe this was some sort of surprise. 

“I discussed this matter with, Corporal Wainfleet here. We decided that this team needs less training as humans and more training as Na’vi. “ he continues. So Lyle does know what’s going on. I glance between him and the Colonel, wondering what they had planned. Maybe we would finally get to train our banshees today. 

Lyle looks up at me and Z-Dog with a shit-eating grin on his face. I exchange judgemental looks with her. We wanted to know why we were dragged out here. 

“If we want to find Sully, we need to be able to hunt Na’vi. I mean hunt like them and hunt them.” he says, his eyes roaming over all his soldiers, to make sure we understand and are listening.

“Which is exactly what we are going to do today.” 

I raise my eyebrows. We were going to look for and hunt down Na’vi people? I didn’t know whether I was excited or terrified. Lyle is grinning again and looking at his buddies. They don’t seem to know all he knows and he signals to them that they’ll know in a second. Mansk is nodding along to what Quaritch says, staying serious while Lyle is acting like a teenager about to do something stupid. Maybe that is an exaggeration. He is standing still, keeping quiet and listening, but his grin is irritating me. 

It doesn’t seem like a good sign. 

“We’re just gonna go into the jungle and find some more blue freaks?” Fike asks, and Quaritch is now grinning too. 

“Not exactly.” Lyle intervenes. “We’re going to practise that here, between us. We’re the only Na’vi for miles.” 

“How?” I blurt out. To be fair, it what his fault for not saying all the information at once. 

“Glad you asked, buttercup.” he smiles, turning to me. I frown at the nickname, straining my ears back. He does that often, to embarrass me in front of others I think, but it’s getting old.

“We’re gonna need two people to be the so-called prey.” he explains, while walking towards me. “The rest of the team will hunt them. As simple as that.” 

“Who’s gonna be the prey? I don’t think anyone wants to volunteer for that one.”  Prager announces after a minute and Lyle chuckles. 

“We’ve already got our prey.” Lyle says, returning his gaze to me and looking me deep in the eyes. 

Finally, I catch on to what he’s saying. I’m about to fire some comments back when Lyle is pulled away by Quaritch. 

“Prey, my ass.” I snap at him, not angry just pissed off. 

I glance between them and I hear Zdinarsk huff beside me in disbelief. 

“No fucking way.” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Mansk and the others understand now too. I hear a few chuckles from them, while I just stare at Lyle and Miles in disbelief. 

“We’re not doing that.” I say, backing up Z-Dog. 

“That’s an order.” Quaritch says, smirking amusedly. 

“Why us? Why can’t one of them go?” I complain. 

“That’s an order.” he repeats himself, underlining every word. I frown, letting my ears droop as my tail flicks behind me in irritation. 

My silence is an answer to him and he returns to explaining. 

“Now, our lovely ladies will get a five-minute head start. Then-”

“Five?!” I accidentally interrupt and he looks at me annoyed. 

“I can make that three.” he threatens and I look down, not saying a word again. He turns back. 

“Using the stronger senses we have in our bodies, it shouldn’t be too hard.” the Colonel continues to explain. The recom-men exchange glances and smirks, some nodding while others nudge each other’s arms. They seem happy. 

Z-Dog and I exchange the hundredth glance for today, not seeming to believe what is happening. 

“Pfft… stronger senses.” I mutter under my breath. I’ll make sure they won’t find me. 

“That’s right Y/N,” the Colonel said. How did he even hear that?

“Some scientists told me that Na’vi get cycles. So-called ‘heat cycles’...” 

My eyes widen. I just keep hearing more and more bad news. 

“And apparently we are approaching our one soon…” Quaritch continues. Wainfleet is still grinning like the bitch he is. 

Everyone is surprised and listening. 

“Durin’ these times, it’s easier for us…” he points at the recom-men who are all gathered together, “to be able to pick up your pretty scent.” he turns to Z-Dog and me, smirking. Zdinarsk is very clearly not impressed, yet she seems almost unfazed by his words. 

On the other hand, I am mindblown and I don’t know whether I’m pissed at Lyle, Miles or the scientists who summoned me into this body. I still can’t decide whether this experience is a curse or a blessing. 

“To make it a tad easier for us, no shirts allowed.” Lyle added and Quaritch didn’t seem to disagree. That was it, that was my final straw. I couldn’t believe it. I snort, clutching my face in my palms while Z-Dog just chews her gum and watches my reaction. 

“This is bullshit.” I say, letting my hands slide from my face. The entire team’s attention is focused on me and I don’t know how to feel about it. 

Quaritch raises his eyebrow at me as if challenging me to continue my petty behaviour. I fall in line under his gaze. 

Z-Dog sighs beside me before peeling her tank top off. I sigh as well. If she’s doing it, I must too. I turn away a little, facing the open runway and pull my tank top over my head, leaving me in a sports bra and cammies, like Z. 

I turn around, arms crossed in front of my chest, holding the shirt. The team was oddly silent. 

It wasn’t the first time we’d been in a sports bra in front of them. During the hot days or really intense training lessons, we would just wear them while the others didn’t even wear a shirt. But it still seemed different because this time it had a different meaning. But training is training, what can one do?

“Drink before you go.” Quaritch ordered, his own arms crossed over his chest, seeming pleased that we followed orders without complaining too much anymore. 

After all, he was our superior, and responsible for us, so making us drink was not uncommon. 

Lyle handed us each a water bottle, from which we took a few gulps. Some water trickled down the side of my mouth and on my chest but I didn’t care. It was too warm to mind that. 

I handed it back to him, sending him a glare just to let him know that I was pissed. 

“Alright, you’re ready.” Quaritch said, but I wasn’t finished just yet. 

“What if I just don’t run?” I ask, more out of curiosity than sass. 

He takes an intimidating step forward. “Then I’ll deal with you right here, in front of everyone.” He stated firmly, staring me down. I looked away again, nodding a little before turning away and standing next to Z-Dog again who was already facing where we have to go. 

I didn’t quite know what he meant by that, I could only assume. And I assumed that he would do something I would not want others to see. 

“Alright, you see the entry in the fence there? That’s where the forest starts. You go through there and then wherever you want after that. We’ll find you.” Quaritch says, pointing to the gate with the opening, separating the forest from the concrete. I huff annoyed facing the direction we were supposed to run in after throwing my shirt at Lyle’s face. It wasn’t far until the fence. I wondered if I would encounter any native creatures, thinking that perhaps I should be armed but then again, none of them ever get close to here. 

“Happy runnin’ ladies. Time starts…now.” Quaritch says and once he finishes Z-Dog is walking away already. I jog up to her and we walk more or less side by side for a while. Then we hear someone yell that if we don’t start running now they will shorten the time. I groan out in frustration, letting my head fall back before picking up my pace and running to the fence, close behind Zdinarsk. 

Before we know it we reach the fence where we slow down and look around before walking into the forest. 

“Is it smart to stick together?” she asks me and I think about it. 

“Probably not. If we’re working as a team here, it makes sense for us to split. That way if they all find one of us, the other is still fine.” I reply, not quite knowing what to expect. 

“Let’s kick their ass. I say we continue for an hour, then we return home.” she says and smiles to herself.

“Heh- imagine if we just ditch the mission while they are still out here.” I chuckle and she joins. 

Silence. 

“We’d get in so much tr-” 

“Yeah, Colonel would kill us.” She agrees. 

We walk in silence again, thinking about what he would be yelling. Then I check my watch. 

“They’ll come after us in a minute. We should split now.” I say and she nods in agreement.

“Aight. See ya’.” we bump our fists together before I take a right turn and she goes left. The next time I look over my shoulder, I don’t see her anymore. 

I look at the time again. They must have already left the base. Probably just arrived in the forest right now. 

I push my way through leaves, my ears flicking around, picking up small noises. The forest felt very abandoned. There was almost no noise. 

I went deeper. If they would really follow my scent, I couldn’t have it going in a straight line. I let my feet carry me faster again and I made occasional turns while making sure I was putting enough distance between the base and me. With the new body came a new and better sense of coordination. If I would continue wandering for the next few hours, I still wouldn’t get lost. 

I looked at my watch again only to see it had frozen. ‘Great’ I thought. 

What feels like at least 2 hours have passed and my legs were getting a little tired. The sun was still up, it was only afternoon. I gave up on running. It seemed to me as though they had overestimated their capabilities and would not find me. Maybe I should start turning back? 

I stop for a while, standing completely still, trying to pick up anything. Any noise, sight or smell. But there was nothing. While standing I became aware of an odd feeling in my groin. 

I curse myself. The fucking heat cycle. It didn’t hit me, it slowly developed. I had felt something similar this morning, but it was growing now. 

“My scent is probably stronger now.” I whisper to myself. 

Once the 5 long minutes were over, Mansk had made it his priority to find you. While your aroused scent wasn’t present, your normal one was and that alone drove Mansk feral. He wanted to be the first one to get you. 

Since your scent had a serious effect on Mansk, he was able to recognise it easier and he left the team, going out to hunt you down on his own. 

I keep walking until I feel a different type of strange feeling. I look around myself and stay quiet, but no one is there. Yet, strangely I no longer feel like I am alone. As if I had some company that I didn’t know about. If my feeling was right, it was either a creature, Z-Dog or one of the soldiers. 

Then again, Z went the other way and forest animals don’t come so close to the human’s area, so chances were one of the soldiers was close. I continued walking, looking in front for a while then turning my head, to glance behind me while still moving. I turn around and walk a few steps backwards, not changing the direction I was going in, trying to find any movement between the leaves I just walked by. 

That’s when it happened. Suddenly I felt arms snake around me from behind. One held my arms down and wrapped around my waist while the other pressed someone’s hand over my mouth. I screamed from the sudden surprise but the short loud noise was muffled by the palm. It all happened so quickly, my mind was struggling to keep up. 

I was pulled against someone’s body and I could immediately tell it was one of the recom’s because of the gear they were wearing. They held me close to their body, preventing my struggle and walking a few steps back. 

“Shhh…” the voice cooed. “Stop strugglin’.”

My eyes opened wider. It was Mansk holding me. I let my eyes dart around, trying to find the others but it seemed as though he was alone. I calmed down, no longer trying to escape his grasp. 

Mansk let his hand slip from my mouth but surprised me when he wrapped it around my neck, forcing my gaze up a little. 

“Great, you- got me.” I say, attempting to get out of his embrace. “You can let me go now.” 

“That ain’t happenin’.” he replied, tightening his arm around me. I whine in protest, letting my head drop a little. 

“Can’t let you escape now.” he said and from the way the words left his mouth, I could tell he was grinning. 

His presence affected me. Smelling his musk and being pressed up against his chest had my heart racing and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he would pick up on that.  

“I won’t run away, my leg hurts.” I lie to him, knowing I need to distance myself from him as fast as possible. I wasn’t sure what would happen if he would know what was going on. Quaritch told us all about the heat cycles but I don’t think anyone was expecting it to start today. Maybe it was the fact that this predator-prey game had me feeling some type of way.

To my surprise, he lets me go but doesn’t step away. His arms just fall to his sides and he is examining my every movement. I turn around to properly face him. 

Mansk and I were never really close. The whole team was close but we were never more than that. But it wasn’t awkward between us. Some other atmosphere was created. I would have said I felt sexual tension but that could be just because slowly I was becoming painfully aroused and he happened to be really attractive. 

I took a few steps back, watching him as he watched me.  Something about the way he looked at me had me thinking that he seemed frustrated. Perhaps it was the way his tail was flicking around behind him. 

But without further ado, I needed to save myself and my ego. I was too prideful to give in to my feelings just yet. I couldn’t make it that easy.  

My feet took off, back in the direction I came from and away from Mansk. 

Of course, he was predicting a reaction like that so without hesitation, he was sprinting after me. 

In the next few seconds, I was tackled to the ground, letting out an even louder scream this time. Mansk must have thrown himself at me and I was planted basically face-first in the ground. I was laying stretched out and I felt Mansk on top of me. 

“Nice try.” he chuckled, pulling my arms behind my back. I groaned in frustration, knowing I had no chance to escape him and that time was running out. Mansk cuffed both my wrists together with the elastic red handcuffs we carried around. 

“Really? Handcuffs?” I ask, trying to ridicule his actions as my last resort. 

He turns me over so that my back is laying on the floor and I’m looking up at him. He’s on his knees, with each leg on either side of my thighs. 

“I caught you, sweetheart. I ain’t lettin’ you out’ my sight.” he said, pushing his shades up on his head to get a better look at me. 

I felt how my cheeks heated up and the feeling between my legs was now undeniable. 

“Look at you, all pretty and flustered.” he smirks. His hand cups the side of my face and he runs his thumb over my cheek. 

The sight and the scent of you have him feeling extremely fucking turned on. The whole hunt had him getting worked up and he had been fighting the urge to relieve himself. But it wasn’t something he could do himself. He felt the urge to breed. 

Seeing you under him like this, experiencing your own heat problems had Mansk lose control. Once he picked up the scent of you in the forest, most of his common sense was gone. His mind could only focus on finding you. Now he succeeded and he wasn’t able to hold back. 

Without another thought, he flipped me back around. His hands traced my body, running down my back and back up my hips. He fumbled with my bra, just touching the fabric before he attached his hands to my pants and started tugging them down. With his strength, the belt was useless. He removed my panties in the process too because his fingertips hooked under both waistbands.

Mansk pulled my hips up while my upper body remained pressed into the ground. He was positioned right behind me and I heard him groan a little once my pants were removed. My heavy breathing was accompanied by his. 

His hand wrapped around my nervously swishing tail and he moved it out of the way, while his own tail was revealing his own frustrations. 

Mansk’s urges were getting stronger the more he would try to solve them. He sense how badly I was suffering the heat as well and were both just desperate to solve our problems. I needed him so badly and vice versa. 

I heard him undo his belt hastily while wrapping his other hand around my braid to make sure I can’t escape. Soon enough he let out a sigh of relief and I felt him press his bare crotch against mine. I felt his throbbing dick, pressed up against my pulsating core. The warmth of our bodies was mixing and he couldn’t take it anymore. Mansk was quite literally panting now, his big hands gripping my hips. 

I felt him pull away before moving his hips forward. His dick was perfectly lined up with where I craved him the most and he thrust forward into me, burying himself as deep into me as he could. 

I moaned, arching my back and pressing myself into him more while he bit his lip, letting his head drop back in relief. 

“F-fuck babygirl… so tight f’er me.” he groaned, before pulling out and repeating his actions. 

Mansk then leaned forward, holding himself up with his hands firmly splayed out on the ground on either side of my body. He tucked my waist right below his stomach and continued bucking his hips up into mine. My mind was getting cloudy and I whimpered, the pleasure saving me from the uneasy cravings I felt before. Mansk started to ruthlessly fuck me from behind, but the more he did the more he realised how deep and strong his need to breed was. He needed you to stay in your place beneath him and take it. 

All chances of you leaving were eliminated when he wrapped both his arms around your tilted waist, hugging you while continuing to rut into my almost squelching pussy. My body's noises ignited a fire in him. The harder he fucked me, the louder the noise of skin slapping filled my ears. His head was lolling down and he quickly undid my handcuffs with one swift move. He needed to be closer to me. I pushed my upper body up from the ground, being rocked forward by his thrusts on all fours.

Mansk immediately pressed his chest against my back, one toned arm holding him up while the other hugged me, bringing my entire body closer to him. 

“Mansk-” I whine, feeling the building-up pressure deep inside me. It felt like too much but it was so good. 

“Take it.” he growled into my ear. His fangs were bared and his ears strained back as both of us had our primal sides take over our bodies. Mansk’s head rested in the crook of my neck, his panting breath heating up my already warm skin. 

I started to clench around him, feeling my orgasm approach sooner than expected. He felt the way I squeezed him and it stimulated him more, so he sped up his pace a little. My body was tensing and with a few more thrusts, I came undone around Mansk. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I let out what sounded like another scream, followed by a string of moans calling out Mansk’s name. 

He relentlessly pounded into me and then had his climax take over his body. Mansk was drowning in pleasure and was only acting on his instincts. He needed to keep you in place so he tightened his grip around your body, caging you in, bit down between your shoulder and neck, stilled his hips and released his load deep into you. 

His tense muscles soon relaxed and his arm dropped to the ground to ensure he wouldn’t fall. My legs were shaking and both of us were trying to regain our breath. 

The mating bite he gave me didn’t even hurt in the moment. Once he released, he removed his fangs from my skin, just letting his hot open lips rest on it. 

I let my head drop, releasing a breathy sigh. The fuzziness in my mind was fading away and reality was returning. 

Mansk then slowly lifted himself off my back, pulling out in the process. He rested his hand on my back, while the two of us calmed down. I sat back on my knees, lazily lifting my head and checking our surroundings. 

“Y’ alright?” he asked me, and I heard a hint of worry in his voice. Maybe he thought that he hurt me. 

I nod, smiling. 

“Yeah, great.” 

He smirked, handing me my pants before pulling his ones up and adjusting his belt. 

I sit there for a while, holding the clothes and just trying to focus on clearing my mind. That’s when I pick up a noise. My head turns in the direction of the distant rustling leaves. I wonder whether I’m just hearing things but when I turn back to look at Mansk, who is geared up again I can tell he’s hearing it too. 

Seeing that you haven’t quite recovered yet, Mansk steps forward, feeling the need to protect you. His ears were tipped back but still trained on the approaching noise. He raised his weapon, waiting to see what would come out between the tall grass, huge leaves and trees. 

He stood in front of me as if he were shielding me from what was to come. I watched as well, staying alert in case of any danger. My hands held my clothes over my exposed self, trying to cover up what a few moments earlier I had exposed. 

After a few moments, the noise got so close one could tell it was footsteps by the pace at which the noise was coming in. My eyes widened and I went pale. Mansk wasn’t the only recom hunting me. 

Quickly I stood up, holding the clothes in front of my abdomen, fastening them by wrapping my tail around myself. I stood behind Mansk, peeking past him to see. 

A faint voice was heard and some mumbling until we saw the leaves rustling. Suddenly, Quaritch emerged from the forest with Lyle behind him. 

They looked just as surprised to see us as we were to see them. Well, the two men were following my scent just like Mansk had done, but they were surprised to see Mansk there with me. 

Manks lowered his weapon, wanting to let out a small sigh of relief at the false alarm of danger until he realised that they must be in the same state he was in before. While he still felt protective, he couldn’t prevent anything from happening. Especially because both of them were his superiors. Colonel Quaritch and Corporal Wainfleet. 

“Well won’t ya look at that,” Quaritch said looking at me. “I was hopin’ to catch you.” 

I don’t think either of them had caught on to what had happened. Lyle only now realised that I was standing behind Mansk. The Colonel observed Mansk, raising an eyebrow at him before Mansk huffed and moved out of the way. 

Miles’ and Lyle’s eyes landed on me and instantly noticed the newly bare skin I was showing. They seemed surprised again. The Colonel raised both his eyebrows, just staring at me pathetically trying to cover myself and he scoffed. 

Lyle was grinning, both of them seeming amused by how I was standing in front of them. Mansk on the other hand was cursing himself for not dressing you when he had the chance. He wasn’t thrilled about the idea of them seeing you like this. At least he got you first. 

That’s when I heard a voice in my ear and realised it was Z-Dog. My ears perked up and I flinched a little. 

‘Y/N?’ she asked and I pressed the call on my throat to reply. 

“Z-Dog? How you doing?” I ask, wondering whether she hasn’t been caught yet. Miles notices what’s happening and presses his own call on his throat, listening to our conversation. 

‘I’m kinda fucked, not gonna lie.’ she replies and I have to suppress a giggle. 

“Same here.” I reply and she starts complaining about this taking too long. Miles dismisses it with a wave of his hand and stops listening. I do too, needing to focus on the situation I was in. 

Quaritch walks past Mansk and towards me, while Lyle follows. He stares me down but not in a hateful way. He’s examining me. My reactions to him. He needs to know how I feel because my scent has had him and Lyle both feeling sexually frustrated over the past hour. 

Lyle passes his fellow soldier. “What? Don’t like sharin’?” he teases Mansk before returning his gaze to me. Mansk grunts, clearly not pleased. 

“I thought you were innocent, princess.” Miles said, putting his finger under my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. 

I started feeling all flustered and overwhelmed again. If more soldiers would come after Miles and Lyle I would pass out. 

For slight comfort, I curled my tail around my lower thigh. My eyes looked away from Quaritch’s ones and I naturally had my ears tipped back, showing my restless state. 

“I think I prefer you like this, though.” Miles added and Lyle smirked. I looked up at Miles and noticed how his nose twitched. 

He picked up your scent which was 10 times as strong now. He had it flooding his mind with vivid imaginations for the past hour, but never was it this strong. 

I watched how his pupils seemed to dilate and his eyes magically grew darker. Lyle smelled it too, and groaned, adjusting his pants. I glanced down and almost gasped. They seemed to be just as lust-hindered as me. 

While my problem had just been solved by Mansk, seeing them had me feeling aroused all over again. I bit my lip and clenched my legs together and Miles’ eyes shot down, watching my movements. That’s what broke his restraining form. He grabbed my shoulder, angling me to the side so that his hand could grasp my braid. His other hand then went down and he tore the pants that were covering me from my grip. I squeaked at the sudden movements and then felt how Quaritch kicked in the back of my knees, making me fall down to mine with his guidance. 

Lyle chuckled, moving forward to stand in front of me. Quaritch got down on his knees behind me, examining me for a few seconds before his hand reached out for my bra and pulled it up so that my breasts were now bare in front of all of them. My face heated up in embarrassment because I was the only one exposed like this.

He then pushed me further down and I found myself on all fours again. My tail was trying to cover my pussy but it was no use. The Colonel had one hand wrapped around my braid, tugging it back, while the other grabbed my tail and moved it to the side. 

Suddenly, Lyle got down on his knees in front of me and I noticed how strained his pants were from his hard-on. He took over, holding the braid so that Quaritch could focus on my lower half. He held my tail to the side and let his fingers glide through the folds of my pussy. 

Still being a little sensitive from last time, I flinch but it feels so good that a soft moan escapes my lips. 

“Look at you, acting like a bitch in heat.” Miles teases, delivering a harsh spank to my right cheek. I yelp, biting down on my lip and the Lyle cups my face, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb, just staring down at me while his superior continues to tease me. 

I was in fact, a bitch in heat. 

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want.” Quaritch says and I feel a little relieved that the teasing will end. 

The Colonel would have continued but he needed to solve his own cravings and they couldn’t wait any longer. 

Behind me, I once again heard a belt being undone and a zipper opened. Lyle did the same in front of me and I gasped a little when I saw his dick. Holy shit, he was big. 

I felt Miles, push his head against my hot slick skin, rubbing it for a bit before he lined himself up with me. I held my breath, knowing there was almost no time for foreplay because our needs were too strong. One could call the hunt, foreplay.

Quaritch’s hand wrapped around my tail and his other hand gripped my hip and he thrust himself into me swiftly with one move. I was still wet from Mansk so it was easier to fit this time. 

Miles hissed at the feeling and pleasure started clouding his senses too. I moaned, arching my back into Miles and Lyle chuckled. 

“I didn’t think you’d be greedy, Buttercup.” Lyle teased, placing his cock on my parted lips. “You just got fucked and now ya gettin’ it again.” 

I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying because Quaritch started moving his hips against mine, not being able to stop himself from mindlessly rutting into me.

“Open that pretty lil’ mouth, baby.” Lyle said, grasping my jaw into his hand. I do as he says and look at him through the eyelashes of my half-lidded eyes. Lyle lets my tongue glide over the tip of his dick and he bites down on his bottom lip, tightening his grip on my hair. Then he slowly angles my jaw down and pushes a bit of himself into me, so that his dick presses against the inside of my cheek. I wrap my lips around him, using my tongue to continue to worship his cock. 

Miles grunts, speeding his pace up. “Ya feel so good- fuck, sweet’eart.” he curses, keeping his eyes fixed on where he’s disappearing into me while occasionally glancing at how I’m taking Lyle. 

Lyle holds my head in place and rocks his hips back a forth a bit. I can see how he is fighting the urge to just fuck my face but if I would let him I would most definitely suffocate. Each time he pushes himself down my throat a little more, until I reach my limit and he’s only halfway in. Luckily, Lyle doesn’t seem to care because once he pushed in as far as possible, his head lolled back in bliss. 

Each time Miles hit a specific spot inside me that made me lose my mind, I moaned around Lyle which stimulated him even further. 

“Such a slut for us, huh baby?” Miles said breathily, knowing damn well I couldn’t reply. 

“So good…” Lyle sighed, his eyes watching my lips.

I was being tugged back and forth, and I felt Quaritch’s nails dig into my hip. Their pants and grunts were sending shivers down my body and I felt my legs start to shake. 

“Who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart?” Miles asks, speeding up his ruthless pace. I moan around Lyle in response, squeezing my eyes shut. 

Lyle can’t help himself but push himself a little further into you. It’s been overwhelming from the start and now I can’t restrain a choke, followed by a muffled cough. Quickly, I try to relax my throat and I feel tears stinging in the corners of my eyes. 

I look up pleadingly at Lyle and see how his bottom lip has almost turned white from how hard he is holding it between his teeth. His tail is flicking behind him in satisfaction and his muscles keep flexing. 

I feel Miles’ thrusts go sloppy and he lets go of my hip, his free hand travelling beneath me and almost immediately finding my clit. My eyes shoot open and I whimper. 

He applies pressure to my clit, rubbing it with his middle finger while I can’t stop myself from pressing further into him. 

“That’s it, almost there, baby.” Miles says between clenched teeth, focusing on having me release at the same time as him. 

I hollow my cheeks around Lyle and he groans again, throwing his head back while guiding my head up and down him. The fact that I’m able to take so much of him into my mouth turns him on so much he can’t suppress his climax anymore.

Lyle thrusts forward, holding my mouth firmly close to him while his entire body tenses and he empties himself down my throat. Since he’s so far down, I swallow all of his cum out of reflex. 

Lyle pulls out of me and I manage to finally breathe again. His fingers wipe some spit and cum off my lip as he watches the way my face contorts in pleasure. 

“Sir-” I moan, wanting to let him know I’ll cum soon. Addressing him like that at this moment made his stomach twist in excitement and he continued to pound into me. 

“I know baby, you can let go.” He breathes out, his finger still massaging my clit. He switches his angle again and perfectly hits my G-spot making me cry out. 

I come undone and swear that I can see stars. My mind and vision go blank for a few seconds as I spasm around Quaritch who rides out my high before climaxing. He curses under his breath, both hands gripping my hips as he thrusts himself as deep into me as possible and stills his movements. 

The Colonel’s muscles flex and his head falls back while he releases his cum deep into me, having it mix with Mansk’s. 

Lyle had zipped his pants up again, and was holding my head up with his hand, grinning at the way my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

I hear a sigh behind me and Miles slowly pulls out and I start losing balance. My body starts tipping to one side but both men hold me steadily again before I can fall. 

“You still with us, Buttercup?” Lyle asks, chuckling when he sees my glossy eyes. I’m completely fucked out and they know it.

I nod, with a small cough and a sniffle. He wipes a few tears away, caressing my cheek again. My bra was adjusted down again and after Miles dressed himself, he helped me back into my underwear and pants. 

Mansk helped me to my feet while the other two adjusted their belts and picked up their weapons. I was leaning against him, my head pressed against his arm while I tried to regain my senses in reality. 

“You doin’ okay, pretty?” Mansk asks, his hand comfortingly rubbing up and down my back. I gently nod, sniffling a little again and rubbing my eye. I was so exhausted. 

“We’re headin’ back. We reassemble the squad and then return to base.” Miles orders and both soldiers nod. He walks up to me, smiling when I look up at him. 

“You did good, sweetheart. Can ya’ manage?” he asks, wondering whether I will be able to walk home. I tiredly nod, and he returns it before leading the way. Mansk guides me, letting me lean on him whenever I have to while Lyle walks at the back, to ensure our safety. 

Even though I was still in a rather scary and unfamiliar environment, to be completely honest, I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer in my entire life.

...

Colonel's Orders Version 2.0 (Ja and Prager smut)

[bloodstainedsaint]

Hey, I'm not sure if you take requests, but if you do, I have an idea:) Could you write something about a young woman who was in the Air Force disguised as a man and her plane was hit by the Germans while under attack, forcing her to jump out, leaving her stranded with her plane down and easy company witnessed the whole thing and tries to look for the pilot?

maybe with some romance or whatever with my mans lieb or doc roe if that’s possible hihi

when worlds collide (joseph liebgott x air force! reader)

word count: 1000+

warnings: blood & injury, but nothing really graphic

notes: sorry for the wait on this one 😭 i've been busy BUT i promise to be posting more during my break

You didn't remember much after your plane was hit by German flak while passing over some Dutch forest you couldn't recall the name of. What you could remember was everything rapidly blinking and on fire around you, dials going this way and that, your hands flying around the control board and trying desperately to pull up with the yoke as you cursed violently beneath your breath.

Following your fruitless struggle against gravity, you remembered preparing to parachute out of your plane and into the woods beneath you.

You were pretty sure you blacked out for a while after that.

-

The sight of a fighter plane nosediving into the ground and its booming resulting crash interrupted an otherwise uneventful five-man patrol through the woods.

“Jesus Christ! Did you see that?” Babe exclaimed, gawking up at where the plane had been in the sky mere seconds ago.

“Looks like it landed near us,” Pat observed.

Don looked wide-eyed. “It was one of ours. The pilot might need our help if he ejected in time!”

Lip shushed them. “There's AA guns nearby. Someone ought to go back and tell Battalion they’re positioned somewhere to our left near that dike we passed. Christenson, you go.”

As Pat nodded and left the way they came, Lip said, “We can't take too long looking for a pilot we don't know is alive or not." He checked his watch and sighed. "Alright, meet back here at 1700. Stay alert. Don't go too far on your own.”

The squad spread out in search of the hopefully-alive pilot. Joe walked with his rifle at the ready for about 20 minutes before stumbling upon large chunks of debris from the plane. Not far from that was a severed parachute, and then a blood trail.

He followed it until he noticed a pilot sitting on the ground next to some brush with his back turned to him, his clothes torn up enough to where large parts of skin littered with cuts were visible. Joe slowly approached, mindful not to scare him and wind up with a bullet in his head.

“Hey,” he called out. “Hey, buddy.”

The pilot turned around, and Joe noticed that “he” was not a he at all.

Your hand shot to the pistol on your belt, leveling it at him while vainly covering up your top half. You’d been trying to treat your wounds with the first-aid kit strapped to your waist; you'd gotten several steadily bleeding scratches from falling through trees and one or two broken ribs from your hasty landing. You ended up taking off your corset to relieve pressure on your ribcage, leaving you with your ripped up uniform and coveralls.

Regardless of your relief that an American soldier had found you rather than a German one, you kept your hand fixed on your sidearm.

“Woah, lady, put down the gun. I'm not a Kraut.” Lowering his own gun, his narrowed eyes flashed to your chest and widened at the sight of the reddish purple bruises that blemished it. "Goddamn..."

“It’s not what it looks like,” you managed out, though talking (or breathing, for that matter) was difficult.

“I don’t care what it looks like,” he said, the edge to his tone softening as he carefully walked toward you. “You need help.”

You painfully exhaled and set the gun down next to you. You turned around again to focus on treating your injuries, wincing with the movement. “I'm fine.”

“You don't look it.” He crouched down next to you. You flinched away slightly — you'd been disguised as a man for a while now, and this was the first time anyone was seeing you so vulnerable since your enlistment — before letting him inspect your wounds, albeit with you concealing your chest with your arms and what remained of your jacket.

“What’s your name?” he asked, gingerly applying sulfa powder to the gashes on your body.

You slightly hissed at the stinging sensation. “(Y/N), Senior Airman, 4th Fighter Group.”

“Joseph D. Liebgott, Technician 5th Grade, 101st Airborne.”

There was a temporary silence, punctuated only by you sucking in air through your teeth. As he bandaged one of the cuts, he said, “We need to get you some help. I was out here on patrol with my squad; we have a medic back at—”

“What?” You looked at him with a bewildered expression. “No, I don't need any medic. I just need help informing my superiors I got lost going through dense fog and got shot down here.”

“Why not? ‘Cause he'll see you're a girl?”

You gave him a pointed look. “Why else? If you haven't noticed, there aren't very many women serving on the front lines.” You paused and took a deep breath in through your nose. “If you bring your squad over here, someone's gonna report me and get me kicked out of the Air Force…Hell, I don't even know if I trust you to not report me. I just met you, for Chrissakes.”

In truth, you didn’t even know why you were letting him tend to you anyways — you were capable of doing it yourself, your biggest secret was currently exposed, and he was a stranger. But there was something about his change in demeanor and a sudden tenderness in his voice once he saw your injuries that made you want to trust him.

“Your secret’s safe, (Y/N),” he said firmly, a set expression on his face. “I got no reason to rat you out; I just met you too.”

You scanned his face for any signs of deceit, sighed when you found none, and nodded. “I’m still not letting your medic take a look at me.”

“Fine, but that’s not gonna stop me from helping you. I’ll be quick; the guys are gonna be expecting me back soon. We’ll go talk to them together.”

He resumed his aid, and after a few minutes, you could tell that he had started getting curious; he didn't seem like a man who knew how to shut up.

“How’d you disguise yourself as a man this long?”

With a shaky inhale, you closed your eyes as his hands brushed over your rib cage. Involuntarily, a small smile made its way onto your face as the countless predicaments you’d found yourself in flooded your memory. “It’s a long story.”

Liebgott cracked a crooked smile. “I can make some time.”

Laughing despite the pain that flared in your rib cage from the action, you couldn't help but feel that this chanced occasion wouldn't be the last time you would speak to Liebgott. And for some reason foreign to you at that moment, you hoped that your intuition was correct.

-

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[dangraccoon]

What I Said

Tech x f!reader (she/her pronouns, otherwise undescribed)

Warnings: Reader is a civilian journalist, jealousy, misunderstandings, pining, Tech is autistic, Kaminoans were assholes, The Bad Batch was abused as children, Referenced Past Child Abuse, it gets a little whumpy but has a happy ending!

All Mando'a used is translated within the story!

Tech’s brow furrowed as you talked animatedly to Wrecker and Echo around the fire. He buried himself in his datapad again, hoping to tune out the nonsense spewing from you to his brothers’ delight. You were too busy telling them about the stories you had woven to notice his frustration, but Hunter certainly did. 

He got up, moving from his quiet spot at the edge of the clearing to sit next to his irritated brother. 

“Tech?” he questioned. 

“Yes, Hunter?”

“What’s wrong?”

Tech momentarily paused his scrolling. “It is of no importance,” he decided. 

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Tion’cuyir bic kaysh?” [Is it her?]

“Ibac cuyir dini’la,” Tech rolled his eyes. [That is mad.]

“Gar ru'kir cuyir or'atu irudayc at kaysh,” Hunter chuckled. “Gar ru'kir cuyir ori’jaytyc.” [You should be more friendly to her. She is very nice.]

“Vod, gar ganar noy'ganyc gar kov'nyn o'r te akaan. Ni cuy' ratiin irudayc.” [Brother, you have lost your head in the war. I am always friendly.]

“Ibac cuyir osik bal gar kar'taylir bic,” Crosshair drawled from behind them. [That is dung and you know it.]

Great, Tech thought, rolling his eyes. 

“O'r haa'keb, Ni mirdir kaysh guuror te dala ori’sol,” Crosshair smirked. [In fact, I think he likes the woman a lot.]

“Ibac cuyir ogir'olar,” Tech growled, a little too quickly, but breathed a quiet admission to himself, as well as Hunter. “Kaysh cuyir ori’mirdala, bal mesh'la.” [That is irrelevant. She is very clever, and beautiful.]

“Hey,” Wrecker shouted across the fire. “What’re you guys talkin’ about?”

Tech’s brow furrowed even more as he went back to his research on his datapad. He hoped that the light of the fire disguised the flush of his cheeks as you carefully observed the group. 

You could tell they were talking about you. The boys didn’t have full conversations in mando’a much, usually only utilizing a word or two. You felt your embarrassment heat your face, and you listened to Crosshair and Wrecker bicker about private conversations. Using the growing debate as cover, you rose from the rock you’d been perched on, quietly making your way back to the ship.

Once you were securely in your bunk room, you let out a long sigh. It seemed like the boys were bickering more and more lately and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow your fault. 

A knock at your door shook you from your thoughts. 

“Who is it?” you called. 

“Echo,” he replied. 

You slid the door open, inviting him in. 

“What’s up?” you tried to ask nonchalantly. 

“Are you okay?”

That caught you off-guard. You’d been with the Bad Batch for almost 3 standard weeks. Sure, you got along fine with them - well most of them - but it wasn’t like you were particularly close. 

“Fine,” you shrugged. “Just got tired, I guess.”

“I’m sorry about the others,” he said abruptly.

You hummed a little. You didn’t think anyone needed to apologize, especially Echo, who didn’t get involved.

“Right, well- um, have a good night,” he mumbled, giving you a curt nod before retreating from the room, closing the door behind him. 

–––––

The next few days felt rocky, even though most of the squad seemed fine, one member was particularly snarky. Tech wasn’t happy with his brothers, and he made sure they knew. He acted no differently than he had before with you. Indifference seemed to seep off of him when you were near, but he’d leave the space when you joined it, if possible. 

By the third day of Tech’s snippiness, you’d had enough, and had begun avoiding him entirely. You were starting to feel irritated knowing that you caused whatever his issue was, but the rest of the squad was taking the brunt of Tech’s anger, and overhearing his conversation with Echo pushed you over the edge. You needed to end this.

Everyone else was out to restock supplies, leaving just you and Tech left on the ship as he worked on repairs. You sat quietly, working on your data pad, nerves starting to get the better of you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Tech called your name from the cockpit.

“Y-yeah?” you stuttered.

“I could use an extra set of hands,” he replied easily.

When you entered the cockpit, Tech was sprawled out underneath the control panel, arms elbow deep in the inner workings of the Marauder.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Well, you can start by getting down here; you’re of no use to me up there,” he said. He thought he said it jokingly. You thought he was snapping at you.

“There’s no call to be rude,” you muttered under your breath, but still plopped down on the floor next to Tech, who scowled at the misunderstanding.

“Now, I cannot let go of these wires here, so you need to take the shrink tubing and put it in place on the other end so that when I reconnect the wires, they will hold in place,” he explained.

You sighed quietly. You’d have to lay on the floor next to him. As you do so, you catch Tech watching you from the corner of his eye. Or at least you thought you did, the moment was so quick. You look under the panel, seeing the parts he was talking about. You picked a piece of shrink tubing up, placing it between your lips so you didn’t lose it. You had to scoot closer to Tech to reach the panel, damn his long arms. The top of your head was inches from his temple now as you scowled up into the machinery. You swear you felt his gaze on you as you worked in the panel. No doubt he had a criticism of your technique or a more efficient way of doing the simple task.

Tech’s mind was running. She agreed to help him, despite the cold shoulder you had recently been giving him. Did that mean you had forgiven him? Could you possibly feel for him as he did for you? No. He refused to let his hopes get the better of him. Yet, here he was, watching you assist him with repairs, laying so close to him, and he couldn’t help but think perhaps the two of you were on a better path. I can fix this, he thought. Perhaps I still have a chance with her.

“Okay, I’ve got the tubing in place. What now?” you asked. When the clone so close to you didn’t respond, you turned your head to meet his eye, almost jumping when you realized he was facing you as well. It took him a moment to come out of whatever stupor he’d found himself in.

Tech shook his head, kicking himself for missing a single word that fell from your lips, a slight blush threatening to creep up from his neck. “Apologies, could you repeat what you said?” 

You huffed a little before repeating your request for the next step. 

“Right,” Tech flustered, going back to working rather than daydreaming about you, feeling his ears go red. 

The two of you worked in tandem, Tech providing instruction on occasion. It was…nice. A little awkward, but nice. Being in such close proximity to a man you were sure hated you was starting to wear on your nerves, so as soon as the four-handed repair was finished, you quickly got up from your spot on the floor, brushing yourself off and beginning to walk away.

Tech panicked internally. “Where are you going?” he asked, sliding out from underneath the panel and sitting up to look at you.

You eyed him suspiciously. “I was going to go for a walk to stretch my legs a little.”

“I see,” he said, looking down at his datapad for a moment before looking back up. “The list of necessary repairs are finished, so I will accompany you.” His heart was pounding in his chest, and he silently thanked the stars for Hunter’s absence. 

“That’s…unnecessary,” you uttered, choosing your words carefully.

“Do not be ridiculous,” insisted Tech. “You are a civilian and this planet is unfamiliar. If you were to run into trouble, you may not be able to protect yourself. It is inadvisable to go alone.”

“Oh, am I ridiculous now?” you fumed. This was the straw that broke the eopie’s back. “And helpless? You’ll have to add those to your list.”

Tech felt like he was experiencing whiplash. “My list?”

“I heard you talking to Echo last night,” you barked. “When he asked you about me you told him that I’m ‘hard-headed’ and ‘inappropriate’. That I’m ‘nosy’, my ‘mind is too high in the clouds’.”

“That’s not- I did not mean-” Tech sputtered, realizing he was rapidly falling into a hole he wasn’t sure how to get out of. 

“‘Didn’t mean it’? Sure,” you spat, spinning on your heel and rushing out of the ship, begging that he couldn’t see the tears streaming from your eyes.

–––––

“What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?” Hunter demanded.

“She overheard part of my conversation with Echo last night,” Tech replied miserably. You were gone. He’d spent the last hour out searching for you in the jungle that surrounded the ship, but you had turned your comm off.

“The conversation we had last night? You told me you were in love with her,” Echo said, hoping to sooth his bespectacled brother. “Surely she couldn’t be angry about that?”

“She must have left before that,” lamented Tech. His leg was bouncing rapidly as he held his head in his hands. 

“Where are you going?” Echo asked as Hunter turned towards the ship’s door.

“To find the civilian journalist we’re supposed to be protecting,” he hummed, stepping out of the ship.

Hunter could see the traces of you as you’d hurried away from the protection of the Marauder; a few footsteps here, a trace of your scent there, recently broken branches and kicked up leaves. It didn’t take him long to find the small alcove you’d found in the side of a steep, rocky hill that overlooked a river.

He approached you wordlessly, making sure to allow his steps to be quite louder than he typically would - he didn’t want to frighten you, after all.

You didn’t acknowledge his presence, you simply stayed in the position in which he’d found you; your knees pulled up towards your chest, leaning against the cool rock, eyes staring blankly over the river. The two of you sat there in silence; you were replaying the last few days in your head on an endless repeat, he was attempting to find something, anything to say. 

After a few more beats of simple quiet, you both started to speak, breaking off mid-word to allow the other to talk first.

“We haven’t talked about ourselves much, have we? I mean our lives before the war.”

You shook your head. It had always seemed like a sensitive topic, so you’d never pushed it. 

“Our ‘childhood’,” he started, throwing up a set of air quotes. “If you could call it that, well, it wasn’t happy. You know we’re different from the other clones. Well, somehow, the regs didn’t take kindly to that. Most of them anyway. We were outcasts, and before Echo, it was just the four of us. That’s all we ever had, and all we ever needed.

“And then there were the Kaminoans. They were…diligent…in our training. Putting us through exercises the regs didn’t have to. They separated us a lot. I was the leader and they wouldn’t let me anywhere near my brothers during the tests. We were all treated terribly by the Kaminoans, but Tech, he had it the worst. He doesn’t sleep much because they used to keep him awake for days, poking at him, prodding him, pushing him to know more, do more, remember more. He never told us much about the tests. I think he didn’t want to worry us.

“One day he came back to the barracks covered in these little marks. His goggles were broken. He stayed in bed for hours, not moving, just staring at the wall. Then he finally got up, started moving around like a droid. Eventually, he came across a piece of chalk. He started writing on the walls. It was like he was in a trance.”

Hunter’s voice turned dark, his face showing an extreme mixture of disgust, anger, worry. “He was making a blueprint of the suit the Kaminoans were using to train him. It covered his full body with little bits of metal over his pressure points. It was wired to connect to his nervous system. They used it to monitor his emotions, mostly. When he would get excited, they would electrocute him. If he started to fall behind or fall asleep, or if he got overwhelmed. He was in that suit for nearly three days before he finally got sent back to the barracks.

“He refused to show any emotion, even after we graduated and were deployed into the field, for such a long time. If we were all talking, telling stories, laughing, he would just be sitting there. Eventually, the longer we were away from Kamino, he would show little hints that he was still human, like the tiniest bit of a smile. He’d crack jokes. He would get frustrated or angry more often than anything else, though. Those were easier, I guess.

“When Echo joined us, he came to me one night. He said there was something wrong with him, but he didn’t know what. He was shaking uncontrollably, flinching at small noises and his own words. By the time I finally figured out the cause, he was nearly unconscious, basically sleep talking. I don’t know if he really even remembers that night.”

You were stuck silent. 

“All that to say, he has trouble, more so than the rest of us. He still doesn’t know how to deal with emotions. It was bred out of him. He was scared when Echo joined us because he was worried that it would change the dynamic of our squad. He was worried that with Echo’s experience and scomp, he’d be replaced. It took a lot of time and a few missteps, but now they’re practically inseparable.. When you joined us, it was easier for him. You’re not meant to be a permanent fixture, so to him, it’s easier not to get attached. But he did.”

“He…got attached?” you gasped.

“I probably shouldn’t say, but he fell for you. Hard,” Hunter smirked. “The second you smiled at him the day we met you, heh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard his heart beat so loud.”

You felt your face flush and you swallowed hard.

“What I’m trying to ask of you is that you be patient with him. He’s still learning to feel, to act with more than his head.”

“That night…around the fire. What were you saying?”

“Hmm?”

“You were all talking in Mando’a. What were you saying?”

Hunter chuckled. “Well, I was trying to give him a push. He was jealous that you were talking to Wrecker and Echo, but didn’t understand why. ‘Course Crosshair had to start teasing him. That night, he told me ‘kaysh cuyir ori’mirdala, bal mesh'la’. Almost couldn’t believe he’d even actually said it.”

You looked at Hunter, confusion plain on your face. He grinned and shook his head. “He said you’re very clever,” he chuckled. “And beautiful’.”

“I’ve been so stupid,” you concluded after a few moments of sitting there, your cheeks flaming hot.

“You didn’t know and he’s still learning how to tell you. Just give him time, let him come to you.”

–––––

Hunter returned to the ship with you in tow just as the sun was beginning to set. Three of the squad started asking questions, arguing and teasing each other as you set foot in the ship once more. The presence of a certain set of eyes on you didn’t go unnoticed. 

With the rest of the squad distracted, you sat down near him at his place at the small table.

“Hi,” you nearly whispered, feeling like you were shrinking into the seat.

Tech’s eyes didn’t leave you, even as he said nothing.

“Hunter told me about- well, a little bit- I mean, I couldn’t have- I didn’t know-” you stumbled along trying to find what you were trying to say.

“I meant everything I said last night to Echo,” he asserted. “You are nosy, stubborn, and inappropriate.”

You stared at the table in front of you.

“But Echo helped me realize why you frustrate me so. You are curious, that’s why you seemed nosy. Your will is made of durasteel. You are colorful and wild. You are so similar to myself, yet so different,” he explained. “He helped me come to the logical conclusion after you’d stopped listening.”

“What is the logical conclusion?” you asked, finally looking back at him. His eyes were starry as he looked at you. Despite all knowledge, all fact, all reason, to him you had created the universe for him to explore.

He fidgeted a little, but never took his eyes from hers. “Ni copad kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyare, meh gar kelir duumir ni.”

The room fell silent, save for the loud and steady pounding of two hearts. His brothers watched him in awe, but he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“What does that mean?” you whispered as he inched closer to you.

“I wish to know you forever, beloved, if you will allow me,” he whispered back, eyes finally dropping from yours to take your hand between his. 

“Please, cyare, tell me you feel the same?” he pleaded. 

“Tech,” you smiled, using your free hand to cup his cheek. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Neither of you knew who closed the gap, but the kiss felt like a revelation. All the misunderstandings, the confusion, the pain, it was all a distant memory. Vaguely, you could hear the hoots and hollers of the brothers behind you, but that didn’t bother you. 

Tech was the first to break the kiss, standing, and pulling you with him.

“Where are you going?” one of the boys called after the pair of you.

“To make up for lost time,” Tech shouted back, closing the door to the cockpit after pulling you through.

Thanks for reading! - River

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[muclunga]

My theory/head-canon on how old Abed is

(Wasnt sure whether to label as head-canon or theory due to how this is mostly just a bunch of coincidences, in this essay i will-)

I believe his birthday is March 24th 1987, making him 22 years old at the beginning of season one.

Facts-

1. His birthday is March 24

2. Season one takes place in the fall of 2009

3. He had to help his dad in their falafel restaurant because post 9/11 racial-profiling was destroying the business

4. He grew up watching the 1964 Rankin Bass movie Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer every Christmas

5. Abed is older than Troy

6. Abed is younger than Britta

7. Dan Harmon, in the behind the scenes for the episode G.I. Jeff, cited Abed as being “too young” for the G.I. Joe episode to be centered around him

Why these matter-

1. See #4

2. See #5

3. Abed would’ve been 14 at the time, making him the youngest possible age he could legally work in a restaurant

4. Rankin Bass Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’s first, and earliest, home media release was on VHS in 1989. This would’ve made him two years old, closer to three years old by Christmas of ‘89, a very formative age and good time to start a tradition. One could argue that he and his mom watched it when it aired on tv but we see at the end of Abed’s Uncontrollable Christmas that they are watching it on a VCR. It doesn’t seem like too much of a stretch as we see multiple times in the series that Abed has an extensive dvd/vhs collection

5. In Mixology Certification, Abed’s ID and being legally able to drink are not considered an issue, unlike Annie. He is seen legally drinking (presumably) in Communication Studies, making him at least 21. In the same episode, Jeff references the fact that Abed apparently doesn’t drink. This makes it sound that he can, but just choses not to.

6. Amongst other instances, in Investigative Journalism, Britta says “Vacations are wasted on the young” while referring to Troy and Abed.

7. In this Interview/Behind the scenes, Dan Harmon talks about how the plot came to be, “‘This must have something to do with Abed’s psychosis, why is Abed seeing things as 80’s G.I. Joe? Why would he do that? He’s a young fella.’ And that conversation led to ‘Why are we asking about Abed?’.” G.I Joe ran from September 12, 1983 –November 20, 1986. I personally don’t believe this rules out that he wasn’t born yet or that he never watched it, it’s more so Dan Harmon and the other writers being so adamant that this was before Abed’s time, to the point where they opted for Jeff instead, that makes it seem worth noting.

Anyway. That’s it. Just thought it was neat. But hey, that’s just a theory, a fILM THEO- *gunned down by firing squad*

[amsgrey]

Clutz

warnings: bad writing lol

synopsis: You wipe out while doing Girls on Fire, Kidd makes Kelly call your brother.

The first time you were introduced to Firehouse 51 was when Jay took you to a game and Kidd and Severiade were there. It was almost like Jay and Severiade were copies of each other, with the same sense of humour and attitude. Kidd had taken you under her wing, explaining what was happening at the game while Jay and Severiade cheered. When the game ended Stella encouraged you to drop by the Firehouse sometime to meet everyone else, seeming that everyone at Med and the district were all close.

You took Stella up on that, stopping by when they were on shift with baking. Normally you would take it to Jay or Will at work but they were both too busy today to stop and talk. When you wandered through the doors into the break room, immediately Stella jumped up to greet you.

In her Milwaukee accent, she declared, "This is Y/N Halstead! She's welcome here whenever." She said the last bit to you, grinning. She quickly went around the room rattling off the names of everyone.

You smiled, holding up your container, "I bought brownies."

Cruz got up from the table and mockingly raising his hands like he was thanking the lord, "You're a saint."

It became some kind of routine, often you would bake something a week, dropping it to the district and to the firehouse. They were always excited to see you; soon it became exactly how intelligence treated you. Like you had gotten a bunch of aunt and uncles overnight, who all cared about you.

Eventually, Stella convinced you to join Girls on Fire, roping Kylie into convincing you it was a fun program. Kylie told you about how Stella annoyed her until she committed to staying in Girls on Fire and now she was helping run it. When you joined, you loved it. It was nice to be around other girls who were like you and also be training in a fun way.

When Jay would pick you up after, he was always amused by how excited you were to tell him about what happened. Will was also impressed with the first aid they were teaching. He teased you about how he had tried to teach you and you didn't care, but now when it was someone else you were interested.

"That's because you suck at teaching," You replied.

Girls on fire was normally cancelled when it snowed, but today it had been on and off so Stella said she'd find something to do on the apparatus floor. Boden allowed Stella to park the squad and truck rigs on the driveway so you could use the floor. After a while of running around in turnout gear, you all started to complain about being overheated. Kylie had said something smart about getting used to the feeling if you wanted to actually fight a fire. Kidd had agreed, but opened one of the doors anyway so that there was some airflow.

There was a little snow here and there, but mostly clear. Jay had said that morning it was typical spring, somewhere in the middle of everything. The group was doing hose drills when your partner lost control of the spiralled hose. It slipped out of her hands and down the driveway. You all laughed and you went to grab it. Your partner had mixed up the couplings, meaning you could easily do a shoulder roll as you gathered up the hose. Kidd cheered on your technique, explaining what you were doing as you went. You held one arm around the hose and jogged back towards the group. As you headed back, you hit black ice. You felt yourself falling face first and threw your unoccupied arm out to stop your fall. When your palm hit the ground, your wrist buckled and you could almost feel the break.

You dropped the hose, immediately snatching your wrist to your chest and letting out a string of hushed curses.

Kidd came jogging over, "You good?"

You groaned, "Peachy," you gave her a thumbs up with your good hand.

Kidd chuckled, she offered you a hand up. You let her pull you up, groaning with the jolt in your wrist.

"Let me take a look," Kidd offered, she gently rolled up the sleeve on the turnout coak and looked at your wrist. It had swollen up to twice its size and turned bruised.

You screwed up your face, "Just my luck."

"I think you broke it," Kidd chuckled, amused by how irritated you looked. "Might have to get you to med,"

She walked you back towards the Firehouse, now more careful of the ground. When you got inside, Brett and Violet were waiting with Boden and Kelly. Boden gave permission for Violet and Brett to take you to Med, seeming it was easier than calling your brother. Violet and Kidd helped you out of the turnout gear then jumped into the back of the ambulance with you.

As you were pulling out onto the street, Kidd asked if you had your phone.

"Crap," you cursed, patting your pockets, "I left it in my bag at the station."

Violet laughed, "Worrying about breaking your phone but not your wrist?"

Kidd laughed, "I'll call kelly."

Jay answered his phone on the second ring, "Halstead."

"Hey Jay," Kelly spoke from the other end, "Kidd asked me to call you-"

"Is everything okay?" Jay interupted.

"Uh-" Kelly hesitated, the silence allowed Jay to hear the blearing of the dispatch bells through the phone, "Kidd, Sylvie and Violet took Y/N to Med- look, I gotta go, I'm sorry. Kidd will meet you at med." Kelly rushed through his words, hanging up so that he could respond to the call.

Jay slowly put down his phone, a frown. If you were hurt you would have called him, but why would Kidd be taking you to Med if you weren't hurt?

"Who was that?" Kevin asked as he walked past Jay's desk.

"Kelly Severiade," Jay responded, "He said Y/N's been taken to med."

"What?" Hailey quickly walked over, "Why?"

"He didn't say," Jay came to his senses, grabbing his keys and phone, "Just that Kidd was taking her to Med with Sylvie and Violet."

Voight caught the tail end of the conversation, urging the team to pack up so they could all go to Med for support. He could tell from the look on everyone's faces how they were all quietly worried.

Jay had to hold back the urge to flick on the lights and sirens. and speed across town to Med.

Will could hardly control his laugh when he watched you walk into Med, cradling your arm.

"Laugh it up, William," You scolded, letting him help you onto the bed in an exam room.

"I will," He chuckled, gesturing for you to give him your arm so he could look at it.

You pouted, "Can't I have a decent doctor?"

Will rolled his eyes dramatically.

"I doubt you'll find one here," Maggie said as she walked in, coming to stand at your good side with a hand on her hip, "What have you done to yourself?"

You grinned sheepishly, unable to find the words.

Kidd came to your rescue from the doorway, explaining how you managed to wipe out and land on your wrist. And then going on to explain how you left your phone in your bag so you couldn't call Will or Jay before.

"Let's get an X-ray for that wrist then," Will said, watching Maggie type it into her tablet, "It's probably broken so we'll put a call into ortho to get it casted."

Maggie nodded along, putting her tablet away and propping your wrist on a pillow and placing an ice pack over it.

"Ortho is backed up, it might be awhile before they get down here."

"You can use that time to think of what colour cast you want," Will said with a playful grin. He let you know that he would have to check on a few different patients but he would be back to see the X-rays and check on you later.

Kidd took a seat next to you, smiling and asking how you felt.

"Like an idiot," You replied, "You always warn us to be careful and I had to go breaking my arm."

Kidd laughed, "Hey, at least you got us out of the firehouse for a bit."

You smiled, watching Sylvie and Violet come over to the door after stocking up the ambo and making a hot coco trip.

Sylvie put a cup on the tray next to you, "Hot coco for you."

"Thanks," You replied, cradling it with your good hand.

Violet jokingly ruffled your hair, "Anything for our favourite patient."

You laughed, bidding your goodbyes after they said that they had to leave for the firehouse. Kidd asked you to keep her updated and even if you couldn't do girls on fire, you should still come along. You said you would, you could stand on the sidelines and cheer like her and Kylie.

You were left alone for a little while before Will finally returned with the X Ray tech.

Will showed you the Xray on the screen, "Well it's definitely broken."

"Oh thanks, doc," You scowled, "I couldn't tell."

Will laughed, taking a seat and leaning on the bed while you spoke with the Ortho resident. The resident offered you your pick of four colours and you had made Will choose because you couldn't. Will had immediately chosen Black and you scoffed, 'No way.'

You almost hit the roof when Jay came running into the room. He looked terrified and completely out of breath. He stood staring at you and Will for a moment, then the rest of Intelligence came barreling in after him.

"Hello," You said slowly, confused why they were all there.

"Kelly called," Jay said.

"I forgot my phone at the firehouse, Kidd didn't have your number," You said sheepishly.

Jay let out a sigh, "I thought you were seriously hurt."

Will was laughing quietly, "Why didn't you call me?"

Jay frowned, "I tried," He argued, "You didn't pick up."

Wills smile fell, "oh,"

You burst out laughing, "Wow, one job big brother."

Jay turned back to his team, telling them they could go seeming you clearly weren't about to die. He came around the bed and took a seat at the end.

He gestured to your arm which was now cast in bright yellow, "What happened?"

You waved your casted wrist around, "Broke my wrist."

Jay shook his head in disbelief, "How did you manage that?"

"I slipped on black ice," You shrugged.

Jay looked a little disappointed, "Of course you did."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Will smiled, "He only means you aren't always the most sure footed."

You faked being offended, "Are you calling me a clutz?"

"Yes," Both your brothers replied.

Will and Jay laughed as you crossed your arms and sunk into the bed with a pout, "Thanks a lot."

[demiesworld]

Hi, I really love your take on the clones and was wondering if you could do a countinuation of the second part of the Hantengu Quad Squad College AU, where the reader breaks up with Kyojuro and starts dating one (or all) of the brothers? (:

【♛ demie: you got it my love! i know in an earlier post i said i wasn't comfortable doing a poly relationship. since i dont want to like get the dynamic of that type of relationship wrong bc i am inexperienced in that. however, just for this request, i will do this as a poly. i hope i satisfied your request, my love, and enjoy!】

poly r/s with the hantengu brothers

characters: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi, kyojuro (mentioned), and fem!reader

synopsis: reader breaks up with kyojuro and moves on to the hantengu brothers.

contents: mild swearing, sfw, suggestive themes (?) idk what else to add

notes: hantengu brothers are all 22, and are depicted as quadruplets. their skin tones will be mentioned as being tan or dark. reader is of age. this takes place in modern college au and everyone is a human. p.s. we're just going to establish that the reader and hantengu brothers are already friends. though she is closest to urogi since she met him first.

You were heartbroken. You were devastated. You didn't know how to continue on with your life. The day that you never thought would come, came on a summer night when you texted Kyojuro to meet up with you at a gazebo. You were upset that you had to be the one to do this but you gathered every ounce of strength and courage to tell him. You couldn't keep up the façade any longer.

You had broke up with Kyojuro.

The relationship had became distant with Kyojuro being a student at Kimetsu Academy and you being one at Infinity Academy. Your schedules had began to collide after you got accustomed to your new classes at Infinity Academy. It seemed like you could never meet at a reasonable time. He had work when you had school, or he had school when you had work. Even on weekends, either one of you were busy with your extracurricular activities outside of school.

The first person you opened up to about your relationship ending was Urogi. The day after you broke up with Kyojuro you met up with Urogi at a park in the evening and you were swinging with him pushing you higher on it. There wasn't a lot of words said between you two and Urogi knew something wasn't right. While you may not have been as talkative as him, you were verbally responsive. Seeing you look so gloomy like Aizetsu bothered him since gloominess wasn't your thing.

He abruptly grabbed the chains on the swing and stopped swinging you. Urogi moved to stand in front of you and his warm hazel eyes looked at the top of your head since you were looking at the ground.

"Hey... what's goin' on?" He asked softly, and then places his hand on your head when you don't respond. "Hello earth to Y/N? You know you'd be screaming at me to stop pushing you so high up like that. Now you're not even complainin' what's going on? Did you fail a test? You got fired from work or somethin'?" He then decided to tease you by saying, "Is little Kyojuro not enough for you anymore?"

Just then you hiccupped, your shoulders jerking and body slouching forward closer to Urogi. He caught you by hooking his arms underneath your armpits to hold you upright. He had a shocked expression. He didn't say anything rude did he? Urogi was going to ask you another question, but you lifted your head up and he could see that you have been crying.

He felt arms wrap around his waist and his abdomen becoming damp from your tears. Yeah, something must have happened to you indeed for you to be crying to him like this. Urogi comforted you with his hands on your shoulders caressing them. As you cried he just stood there waiting for you calm down. When you did he squatted in front of you and asked what was wrong.

It was there, at the gazebo, when you explained to him why you were upset. You had broken up with Kyojuro. While the break up was mutual on both sides, still it was a break up after all. Urogi guessed you loved him very much.

That night Urogi took you out for ice cream at a ice cream parlor. You two didn't talk, but you sat in silence just enjoying each other's company. Afterwards, you two parted ways and went home.

A few days later, you showed up to school and you were greeted by Urogi in your homeroom class.

"Mornin' sweet cheeks, how do you feel?" He said as he sat in the chair behind yours. After your first meeting, you and Urogi had agreed to switch places because you started to like sitting underneath the air vent.

You shrug your shoulders, "I feel a bit better I guess. Why do you ask?"

Urogi beams, "No reason. Just curious is all. That's good to hear though because my brothers have been asking about you."

You were writing in your notebook when you paused and looked over your shoulder at Urogi. "Your brothers?"

Urogi blinked at you, wondering why you sounded so surprised. "Yeah they were concerned and all when I told them you broke up with that guy."

You curl your lip, and snap, "Don't just call Kyojuro 'that guy' please. So him a little respect. It's not like he broke up with me, I broke up with him." You turn away from him before adding, "And it was mutual."

"Okay then... anyways, my brothers were concerned. They told me to tell you that if you ever needed anything from us you don't even have to ask. We'll help you."

You jerk your shoulders, "I'm not some charity case, Hantengu, you all don't have to do anything."

Sensing that you were irritated Urogi just rolled his eyes and folded his arms behind his head. For the duration of homeroom class, you and him did not talk to each other. Except for when Urogi asked you for a pencil for his next class and you begrudgingly gave one to him.

You entered your first period class that you shared with Aizetsu with a frown on your face. Aizetsu, as usual, was sleeping at his desk. You didn't pay him no mind. Instead you took the empty seat next to him and unlocked your phone. You got text messages from each of the Hantengu brothers.

[from: angry bird

You're sitting with us at lunch today. ✓sent 8:05am]

[from: zetsu

It hurts me to know that you're going through a tremendous pain right now. I wish I could help you alleviate it. Here's my Spotify playlist to help you get through the week.

link attached ✓sent 8:04am]

[from: gigachad

ayoooo urogi told us that you and the fire bender broke up. sad. anyways cheer up hot stuff. ✓sent 7:51am]

You roll your eyes at Sekido's message and ignored to respond, saved the playlist from Aizetsu to your Spotify, and typed out a response to Karaku.

[to: gigachad

thanks for the concern ig? ✓sent 8:14am]

Your phone vibrated and you saw the response that Karaku had sent to you.

[from: gigachad

np. ✓sent 8:14am]

For the rest of the day your time spent in your classes with the quadruplets was rather quiet. You didn't talk to any of them, even when they tried to initiate a conversation with you. Your mind was still concentrated on your breakup with Kyojuro. You wondered if he felt as bad about this as you did. Of course he does, Kyojuro was a very sympathetic guy. On the anniversaries of his mother's passing he would cry to you about how much he missed her presence. His compassion was one of the many things you loved about him.

God this was going to be hard.

When lunch time came around you were dragged against your will to the Hantengu quadruplet brothers table. It was a table that they designated as theirs since their first day at the academy. No one bothered to tell them otherwise. And if they did, the oldest of the gang Sekido would tell them off to the point they would regret even vocalizing their opinion.

You were sat between Aizetsu and Karaku. Aizetsu was to your right and Karaku sat on your left. Your tray was filled with your favorite meal and dessert, courtesy of Sekido who loaded your plate with it. While on the inside you were beaming that you got to have your favorite foods, on the other hand your face maintained a frown.

Aizetsu noticed your dejected expression and he held up a box of strawberry pocky sticks to you. "I-I bought extra from the vending machine but I don't think I can eat it all. You can have this."

You shake your head and grumble, "I'm not hungry."

"Yes you are," Sekido said and he jabbed a fork into your food. He held up a bite sized piece to your mouth. "Open."

"I said I'm not hungry."

"It wasn't a question."

Karaku warned, "Sekido... leave her be bro."

"You shut up and mind your business." Sekido threatened him then looked back at you. "You need to eat something Y/N. Just because that idiot broke up with you doesn't mean you have to starve yourself. Now eat your food or I will force it down your throat."

What happened next none of the quadruplets would seen coming. You were sitting in your seat but in the blink of an eye your tray of food had landed directly on Sekido. Splashes of food landed on Urogi, sadly, but not enough to cover him in grime like his oldest brother. You shot up from your seat and gathered your things.

"You think you know everything?! You don't! Not one of you know anything or understand what I'm going through! So why don't you," You point to Sekido then to his brothers, "All of you! Leave me alone! I don't want to see any of your faces again!"

You huffed and bumped shoulders with both Karaku and Aizetsu as you slid through their bodies to exit the cafeteria. The quadruplet brothers all sat there in shock, and with mixed emotions about what just happened. Sekido couldn't even get angry after what you did to him. A part of him felt like he deserved it.

"Maybe we should... we should give her some time. Then she'll come around." Aizetsu suggested keeping a hopeful smile on his face.

Yeah... they should give you some time.

Eventually you'd come around.

Eventually never came.

You were avoiding the Hantengu quadruplet brothers like a plague. You didn't sit next to them during your respective classes. You didn't respond to their texts or calls. During lunch you weren't seen in the cafeteria anymore. It was like they didn't exist to you anymore. Which hurt them all. Hard. Especially for Aizetsu who had developed a bad habit of buying you an extra bag of candy ever since you complained about not having enough.

Urogi was the only one of the brothers that would try to talk the older brother into contacting you. He had asked Sekido, his response was, "Why should we even try? She obviously doesn't want to be friends with us anymore. And if she wants that, then I don't care." To which Urogi knew Sekido was lying through his teeth. Then he asked Karaku, and Karaku had told him, "Listen, bro, I don't think it's a good idea to talk to Y/N. I know we all miss her man, but she made it clear to us she doesn't want to see our faces. So... we need to let her go." And at the end of his sentence he was staring somberly at a beaded bracelet on his wrist. It was a bracelet you made for him in your crafts class. He kept it. As for Aizetsu, he disagreed, "Don't you think we should respect Y/N's wishes? We should give her time and like we all agreed upon she will come around." He was delusional for thinking you'd come around.

Since his brothers were opposed to the idea of contacting you, Urogi chose to take matters into his own hands. It has been precisely two weeks, 3 days, 2 nights, 1 hour, 43 minutes, and 21 seconds since you and him have talked. Urogi wasn't going to sit around and wait for you to come around. He was your best friend and damn it if he's gonna let you think a breakup will change that.

Without his brothers knowing, Urogi went over to your apartment unannounced. He knocked on your door, and lowered the cap on his head to shield his face. His long black hair was pulled into a low ponytail. "Papa's Pizza!" He called out in a poorly disguised voice.

"I didn't order a pizza!" You shout through the shut door.

Urogi continued, "You sure? This pizza says it's for a Y/N and they live at this address," He read your address out loud before adding, "I'm pretty sure this unit number is right too."

The sound of the door knob clicked, and the door was being pulled open. When you opened it wide enough to exclaim, "I didn't order a pizza!" Urogi was quick to lift his head and pushes you back into the house. Though he didn't think his plan over very well. He forgot that you were a fighter not a flighter.

So when he had shoved you into your apartment, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and whacked him across his face. "S-Shit! Y/N stop! Ow!" You tackled him to the ground and punched at his head with your fists. Thankfully he covered it with his arms. "Stop it's me! It's Urogi! Hantengu Urogi!"

"Urogi?" you say out of shock in a gasp. You stop hitting him and stand up from kneeling above him. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought I didn't want to see your face."

Urogi sits up from the floor, leaning onto his elbow and his face covered in bruises. He took off the baseball cap, and pulled the hair tie out of his hair. With a shake of his head, his wavy black tresses fell back into place.

"Me and the bros are worried about you Y/N. You haven't talked to us in weeks, and you ignore our calls and texts. You're right we don't understand how you feel about this breakup with your ex. If you don't want to be friends with us then just tell us." He looked into your eyes with his golden ones, a wounded expression that you'd never thought you'd see ever on Urogi's face. "Otherwise quit actin' like we don't exist."

Your heart was crushed as you realized how selfish you were being. They only wanted to comfort you, but you just ignored them. You felt horrible. You sniffled as you fell to your knees and cried into your palms. Urogi heard your cries and shuffled to get closer to embrace you.

You sat there for a few minutes, just crying in Urogi's arms and being cradled, afterwards you stopped crying. Urogi carried you into your living room to sit down on the sofa then used a tissue to wipe away the tears on your face.

"I'm sorry for being a total bitch to you guys 'Rogi. I didn't know that by ignoring you guys I was pushing all of you away like that."

"Well you didn't have to do that you dummy. We're best friends, why would ignoring us be the best option for you?"

You retort with a sigh, "I don't know. Maybe I thought if I ignored you all, it would make this breakup with Kyojuro easier for me." In reality it didn't.

"Listen, we have absolutely nothing to do with your breakup with Kyojuro okay? So get that out of your head right now. Secondly, you didn't push us away we are always here for you. It's just when you told us you wanted space we all agreed on giving you space."

Your face turned expressionless and you responded, "I never said to give me space. I said I didn't want to see your face."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Same thing."

"No it's not!" You say with a humored chuckle and press a hand to your forehead. "God... what am I going to do with you Hantengu?"

"Nothin' because you're stuck with me and my brothers for life." He pushes you off of his lap and onto the sofa before standing to his feet. "So just so we're on the right page... are we still besties?"

You smile to him, "Yes we still are 'Rogi."

"Good. Now get your ass dressed in some clothes. We're going out to get some real food because I know for a fact you have just been munching on ramen bowls."

"I have not just been eating ramen!"

Urogi went into your kitchen and opened up the lid of your trash can, "Your trash begs to differ."

After arguing with him over your food consumption, you and Urogi went out to get dinner at your favorite restaurant. Thereafter you and him went over to his house where the rest of the quadruplets were hanging out at. When Aizetsu and Karaku saw you the two of them rushed over, pushed Urogi to the side, and gave you a tight hug. Sekido on the other hand stood on the side just watching you with his hands in his pockets. You seen him from the corner of your eye and waved for him to join the group hug. He shook his head.

"Why not? You guys let me go, please." The two brothers released you as you asked, and you turned your attention to Sekido. "Well? I'm waiting for a reason."

"You're mad at me."

"Mad at you? Sekido if I was mad, I wouldn't even be over here right now."

"I threatened to force feed you that day."

"In my eyes, I am perceiving it as you just being concerned for my welfare."

Sekido couldn't come up with a response to you. Instead he stood there scowling. You shook your head at him being so reluctant and walked up to him. You pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him tight around his sides, and burying your face into his clothed chest. Sekido was surprised when you embraced him, and in return he hugged you back.

You could hear his deep voice whisper in your ear, "I'm sorry. Please don't ignore us like that again."

After you've reconciled with the quadruplets, your thoughts about Kyojuro seem to disappear. You hung out with them more often, even spent time with each brother separately. During lunch in the cafeteria you went back into your usual habit of receiving an extra bag of candy from Aizetsu.

There were also times where meetings with the quadruplets did get a little flirtatious. Mostly with Karaku and Urogi. One night you had spent an evening working out with Karaku at the gym. He had convinced you into exercising with him on nights where you were available. As you were doing stretches before your workout, Karaku made a comment about how flexible you were becoming. You took it as a compliment, not thinking he was flirting with you, and thanked him for it. He responded to you with a coy, "I could be the one to stretch you out too." You were flabbergasted and immediately laughed at his remark to save yourself from an awkward situation.

While you did thought of Karaku as being attractive, not to forget the rest of the brothers, you didn't know how they felt about you. As far as you knew they saw you as a friend.

Apparently they didn't have the same view as you. They didn't just see you as their friend, they thought of you as their new girlfriend. Yes, they, meaning all of them. Each of the brothers were attracted to you in their own respective way. The first person to admit to their brother that they liked you in that way was Aizetsu. Actually he didn't admit to it, he was just caught writing down about how in love with you he was in his journal. By Urogi.

Urogi showed the journal to his brothers and they came clean that they wanted to pursue you. Though neither of them wanted to share you with their brother. Urogi wanted to date you because you were closest to him. Sekido wanted to date you because he liked spending time with you alone. Aizetsu wanted to date you because you were a beautiful girl and someone that wasn't into him just for his brothers. Meanwhile Karaku wanted to date you because he saw you as being his future wife.

They each had their reasons for wanting to be with you in terms of dating. Although neither of them knew how to confess their feelings for you and come to an agreement that they would have to share you. That was only if you were willing to do that or if you were interested.

The quadruplets eventually came to a compromise at some point during their three-month pining for you. When you weren't around them they would discuss about when to tell you. They settled for asking you out on a weekend night. The four of them showed up to your apartment door, Urogi knocking on it rapidly with a wide grin on his face.

You pulled open the door and blinked when you saw the four of them standing there. Everyone but Sekido was looking at you. Sekido's back was turned to you, his arms were folded to his chest with his shoulders tense, and if you squint you could see his ears were tinted red.

"What are you guys doing here? I thought you all needed to study for the finals."

Suddenly a bouquet of roses was shoved in your face by Sekido's hand. The roses were red and white, wrapped perfectly in a clear plastic and tied at the base by a red glitter ribbon. Your face heated up when you saw it and you took it away from him.

"Oh.. a-are these for me?" You ask softly and the four of them nod their heads. You smile tenderly to the flowers and brought them closer to your chest to sniff them. "Hm they smell lovely and look beautiful, but why are you guys giving me roses?"

Karaku cleared his throat, "We brought you roses because we have something important to tell you." Karaku nudged Sekido's shoulder, encouraging for him to finish the statement. Sekido glared at his brother from the corner of his eye but didn't move. Karaku nudged him again, this time harder, and Sekido grunted as he spun on his heel to look at you in the eye.

His face didn't have the usual scowl or furrowed brows. Instead, he looked conflicted and almost... nervous?

"We wanted to come over tonight to you because all of us have been feeling... things for you. We've been feeling like this ever since we started back being friends again and hanging out more often. All of us, the four of us, like you Y/N and we want to date you." Sekido explained.

Urogi added, "And we understand if you don't feel the same way about us. We also get that it could be too soon for you to you know... move on,"

Aizetsu continued, "After Kyojuro... but we needed to tell you. If you don't feel the same as we do then it's okay. We can always remain friends and forget that none of this ever happened."

Just then you said something that surprised the four of them. "What if... what if I feel the same for you guys too?"

"...WHAT?!" They all shout.

You blink and say, "Yeah I kind of, well, I do have a crush on you guys too. I liked you all even while I was with Kyojuro. The feelings just grew as we all became closer during these few months."

"W-What? Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Urogi questioned.

"I didn't know how to tell the four of you!"

"Wait, the four of us... you want to date the four of us? As in like a non-monogamous relationship?" Karaku pointed out.

You nod your head, "Is that not what you guys want? I mean, I like all of you equally. Plus I've never dated a set of quadruplets before."

Aizetsu said, "And we've never dated one person together as brothers."

The five of you got quiet and stood there staring at each other for a few moments. The silence and stillness was broken by Sekido clapping his hands together and grunting. "It's settled then. You're our girlfriend simple as that. Now... get dressed. We're taking you out on a date."

"Okay you all can come inside and wait for me to get dressed then. Oh, but where are we going?"

"Yeah where are we going Sekido? It better not be a seafood place you know I hate seafood." Karaku complained.

"Are we going out rolling skating Sekido? I'm not good at that." Aizetsu mentioned.

"Is it a movie we're all going to see?" Urogi asked.

You then piped, "Oh! I wanna go out bowling! That's the perfect date!"

Sekido growls, "No Karaku, no Aizetsu, no Urogi, no-" He was going to say your name and reject your request, but the pout and puppy eyes you gave him made Sekido change his mind. "Yes. We're going out bowling."

"Yay!" You cheer as you run to your bedroom to change into casual clothes.

"You only said that because you're soft for Y/N~" teased Urogi and he stuck out his tongue to his eldest brother. Karaku joined in, "Yeah he's so soft for Y/N~"

Aizetsu advised, "You guys should stop. It looks like Sekido is getting mad."

As Karaku and Urogi were teasing Sekido in the background with Aizetsu trying to stop them, the eldest was ignoring the other three. He had a fond smile on his face. So what if he was soft for you? It wasn't that bad to feel this way when it came to you.

You their girlfriend.

demie: I FINALLY FINISHED THIS REQUEST YALL. THIS WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS, BUT THEN I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT ONE DAY AND I HAD TO POST IT AS PRIVATE BC IT WAS A WIP. BUT NOW ITS DONE THANK YOU JESUS.

© 2023 demiesworld

[melishade]

I have a question

What would happen in aot humans found energon and reverse engineering then advanced their technology to combat titan before Optimus came to aot world?

Hm. It's an interesting thought. (And sorry it took so long to answer. I've been busy.)

The thing with energon is that the Survey Corps are not actively looking for it. They don't even know what it is. So how do they even come across it.

Enter Ilse Langnar

See when Ilse's squad gets attacked, leaving her the only survivor. She runs away and stumbles across a small pocket of energon. She notices the way that the titans avoid the energon. She tries to take it with her bare hand, but it burns her. But she knows that if she doesn't take it, she will die. So she tears off her cloak, picks up a small piece and wraps it in the cloth before tying it to her person. She continues running to the wall, noting the way that the titans continuously avoided her. And instead of dying by the talking titan in the OVA, she makes it to the Wall alive.

The Survey Corps are stunned to see her alive. How did she manage to survive in titan territory for weeks?! Ilse gives her notebook and even shows the energon that she found, explaining that this rock saved her life. Erwin immediately allows for another excursion to a) try and find this rock, and b) to capture more titans per Hanji's request. If energon is posing as a deterrent or even a weakness to titans, this is a major game change.

Erwin still suspect fowl play from the government, so he keeps this resource among the Survey Corps only. But through the sample that Ilse had taken, Hanji finds out that the energon is highly flammable and explosive. Meaning that it could be used as a weapon. Once Ilse guides them to where she found the first batch, Hanji immediately tries to create new weapons. During a titan experiment, Hanji uses a flare gun that has energon embedded in it and shoots it at the titan's face. They think the titan will be fine, but the titan ends up dying on the spot. And while Hanji is devastated at the fact they killed on of the titans they were bonding with, they just killed a titan. Without hitting the nape. Once Hanji gets over it, they tell Mobilit to:

The energon is a literal game changer! And now they cannot keep it underwraps from the government because there were some MPs who saw the commotion! The crown of course wants to get rid of it to keep control of the people, but Pixis and Zackley make a joint decision to leak it to the public, immediately gaining their support. The government has to work behind the shadows to smear the Survey Corps name. They even send spies to figure out what the Survey Corps is making.

But with this resource, mortality rates in the Survey Corps have decreased substantially. They’ve managed to secure a path to Shinganshina and make plans to seal the hole in the gate. They’ve even managed to kill titans from long distance with flare guns.

Of course there’s still the matter of where this substance even came from. Because it’s not a common resource or element for humans. It’s clearly not organic. So what the hell is it?

They get their answer when Optimus arrives in Trost a few years later. He kills the titans with weapons that mirror the energon flare guns. His eyes glow the same hue as those rocks. And Optimus says that he’s from another world. He has the answers to the humans’ burning questions and the hope to permanently bring an end to this conflict.

Although Optimus is going to have an internal panic attack when he realizes the humans have been tampering with energon.

Hanji: Oh yes! The blue fire crystal has blown up in my face multiple times!

Optimus: *external panic*

Meanwhile Ilse actually thanks Optimus because his resource saved her life.

[celemee]

"is it really you" hurt prompt.

Hi, darling, and thank you for the prompt. <3 How about some Bethbela? Ok, here goes nothing. @dadrunkwriting

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Bethany travels light. She's got little more than a staff, a coin-purse, and a nondescript set of light armour to her name when she's on a mission. Anything extra just gets in the way and risks to compromise Warden business — and the same applies to squad mates.

Right now she carries information — safely tucked away into her memory — as she rushes from Denerim to Amaranthine. The forest around her grows darker as the last beams of sunlight bathe the treetops, but the village she seeks for shelter isn't far. She just needs to keep up the pace.

Weariness weighs her eyelids, but experience keeps her steps light, even as the way dims. However, something unusual catches her eye when the path curves — a campfire glows nearby.

Huh, that's strange.

She slows to a sneak, a hand instinctively reaching for her staff. A rough laugh echoes from the camp; her nose crinkles in displeasure. Are these the bandits she's heard complaints of in local taverns?

It's not a Warden problem, she tells herself, they can't interfere with—

"That's it? That's all you got? Pathetic."

Bethany draws to a halt, the voice freezing her into place. She'd recognise it anywhere.

The nasty laugh bellows, followed by a loud slap and a demand: "Talk, woman! Where is it?!"

This has become Warden b— no, Bethany's business. She approaches the camp swiftly, silently, crouched so a line of bushes conceals her. A spell ready on her lips for when she sees the presumed assailant.

There's three men in the camp, including the one Bethany's heard, and that's who she aims her first paralysing spell on. A ball of white light hits him smack in his chest and he falls onto his back, alerting the others. She crouches again; leaves obscure her vision of the camp and she dodges an arrow by sheer luck, prompting her to splurge some mana on a personal shield.

Isabela needs her.

The two others suffer the fate of their friend; she's nothing if not quick and well-trained — battle-hardened, these days. But skill in combat doesn't help with what she's left with. Isabela stands by the campfire, her profile lined with the yellow glow.

Bethany lifts to her feet and swallows. All the nights spent in rough linens, softened by warm touches rush back to her. She never knew the right words to say, then, and she sure doesn't now.

Perhaps this was a mistake.

She almost turns to leave, but Isabela speaks first.

"You know, that was meant to be a negotiation." Amber eyes turn from the fire, fixate on her. Alight, as she always remembers them. "I was never in danger. Not that I don't appreciate your gallantry."

Isabela's dry little chuckle lifts the corner of Bethany's lips, even bitter as it sounds. She can't quite help it.

It's been years, and their ending was rough, and yet... there Isabela stands, as glorious as ever. Captivating, strangely majestic. Bethany never stopped lo— caring, and it's useless to claim otherwise.

"Sorry to have ruined it," Bethany responds, softer than she intended. She marches into the camp, her steps surer than she feels, and nods towards the paralysed bully who'd surely hit Isabela. "Guess you could clean their pockets and redo your plan."

Isabela nods, setting out to rummage through each of their pockets. In between discarding disappointing finds, she looks at Bethany. There's a fair bit of calculation in her eyes — already rerouting, Bethany knows — and finally Isabela approaches her and crosses her arms on her chest. "You know what, sweet thing? I think you owe me."

"Yeah?" Bethany says, her cynical snap almost the real thing. She pokes the bully with her boot for want of something better to do. The frozen surprise on his face doesn't flinch; her spellwork is never half-arsed.

"Yeah. I think you owe me a drink. Or twelve."

Bethany shrugs. "If you insist." She gestures for Isabela to follow — the thugs may be paralysed, but they can still see and hear. They'll be stuck like this all night, but names are dangerous. Knowledge is power.

By the time they'll stir, Bethany will have something much worse than their revenge to worry about — how to mend a heart twice broken.

[andorerso]

I just read the concept of Jyn meets Syril. Here's another probable scenario (inspired a smidge by nonny):

Syril has lost everything: mother dearest died; the Empire fell; Dedra disappeared (she went with the Imperial remnant cuz no way in hell she's staying in the same vicinity as that stalker); and he got fired from his job. His only inheritance is that apartment he got from his mother. Coincidentally, he's doing groceries, when he sees Cassian with an unknown woman. He gets into his head that his foe must be reported to the authorities.

The rebels stationed nearby get so many reports and visits from Syril. It gets to a point when they see him and they're like, oh, no, it's that creeper again. The reports end up in the hands of the higher ups and Cassian is called in and they're like, does the name Syril Karn ring any bells? And Cassian is groaning, being all like, yes I do know that name and explains everything and that's it.

Syril gets a cease and desist order because, bruh, Cassian is a well-known veteran and very esteemed by former members of the Rebellion. But it doesn't go through Syril's thick skull and he still is determined in his purpose of reporting Cassian. Jyn finds out and she's like, what's this I hear about you having a stalker? And Cassian tells her too and Jyn decides this is her business so she grabs a few of her friends from Rogue One (e.g., Melshi, Bodhi, Chirrut, etc.) and appears in Syril's home to talk about Cassian.

Results? Syril stops since Jyn gave him a very graphic description of what would happen if he didn't stop his nonsense. Cassian is happy, everyone is happy as a result.

Eventually, Syril can't stand this new republic and ends up selling his mother's apartment and leaves to parts of unknown, never to be heard of ever again. If he somehow ends up with the Imperial remnant, then that's another story (though it'd be hilarious if Dedra somehow is the one to kill the pest who's been plaguing her for years).

The End.

I mean honestly, if Jyn was around, Syril would be dust in two seconds. well to be fair, I think Cassian could easily take care of the guy himself (and I still think he should have when he had the chance lmao, why didn't he?? the world may never know) but I do love the idea of Jyn and the rest of the Rogues being the ones to put an end to it. Cassian protection squad!!

[contentment-of-cats]

WIP bit 9

Once, long ago, he’d been a man of power. A warrior. A peacekeeper. A Jedi Master. But out here, in the place that the Sith could not reach, he was a man with one eye, terrible burns, using a stick to walk and a bowl to beg. No destiny beyond the next meal, the next bottom of the barrel job moving from one place to the next. That’s over now.

The one with the grenade launcher takes out the one who would take him out. A child of the Empire is fighting for his life and those of the two little Chiss girls. She goes about her business with a frightening efficiency and accuracy, her face a mask.

“Agral, get ready! Kinnard and this squad coming your way with the teeny-tinies.” Load. Aim. Fire. Launch. The girls already on the way to their new rescuers - to Thrawn. Mace is tired of destiny. He doesn’t want one. “Come on, Pops. We have to move.”

Pops? Pops?!

Before Mace can protest, the galaxy shakes, tilts on its side, throws him, goes black.

He comes to as the child of the Empire heaves herself up the ladder, airing an impressive vocabulary while she does so. He is over her shoulder, lashed in place, looking down. Her holstered blaster swings at her hip, and those who would take their lives are coming. If she drops him, she saves herself, but she will not.

Tell me, child of the Empire, what do you see?

Smell: The stink of a cargo hauler, machine oil and fuel, too many unwashed bodies in too small a space. 

Touch: Smashed up against durasteel and transparisteel, people all around her and packed so close that one needs to breathe out as the other breathes in.

Taste: Ashes. Sickness. Blood.

Hearing: The wails of frightened children and mourning adults, the scream of engines firing. Voices over a comm talking about the evacuation, how this is the last transport. The miasma closing on their position. They’re going up. 

Sight: A girl’s fists slam into the transparisteel, the loudest screaming is her own. Begging. Begging to stay. Begging the man who could have been Mace’s brother to go with them. 

“Open the hatch! Elder, please!” 

It’s to no avail. The ship lifts, and the colorful fog rolls in. The man stumbles back to a small circle, coughing, bending in pain as blood splashes from mouth and nose. Faces turn purple, and this child can’t look away from the death of her home, her kin. 

A face in her mind’s eye. Gerrera. A vow made with her entire being. “My hand eternally raised against you, my blade made for your blood, my enmity unending, your death a celebration. May your end come at my feet.”

The roof under her running boots. The ramp of a Gozanti and lifting so suddenly that there’s only air under her heels for a moment before they both tumble to the deck.

“He saved their lives. He saved mine. Take care of him.”

An armored stormtrooper lifts him from her shoulders and she charges away across the hold. They lay him down gently in a medbed, the trooper setting aside his helmet to show a gruff veteran who gives him a smile and starts cutting Mace’s robes off. 

“That’s a good burn, Pops. Don’t worry, bacta’s gonna fix it right up." An injector hisses against his neck. “You’re getting a nap, then you’ll wake up as good as new.”

Pops? Pops?! 

When he wakes up-

Wakes-

Up-

“Thrawn-” 

[whxre-bxby]

“Colonel’s Orders” Version 2.0

(smut with Ja/Alexander and Prager) continuation and a different version of the first chapter. 

WARNINGS: SMUT, FLUFF, predator-prey, hunting, bad language

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"Colonel's Orders" 1 (Mansk, Lyle, Quaritch)

Word count: 9332

(Re-pasted first part of story)

I was in the break room, getting a drink from the fridge when Lopez walked past, greeting me. 

“Outside in 10. We have training.” he says, about to leave. 

“What? But we finished for today.” I reply and he turns back. 

“Colonel’s orders. Outside in 10, dressed appropriately for training.” he repeated before walking away. I just stare into nothingness for a while, wondering why we suddenly have to gather again when we just ended less than 2 hours ago. It’s not like I could do anything about it so I put the cold drink back and went to my room to go get dressed in Cammie pants and a tank top. 

While leaving my room and walking down the hallway, I met Zdinarsk. She smiled, nodding to me. 

“Do you know what this is about?” I ask and she shakes her head no, shrugging. 

“Maybe the Colonel has some announcement.” 

“Why outside though?” I say, asking myself more than her. She scoffs, wearing the same things I’m wearing and we walk out onto the large concrete jet runway. The sun is beaming down strongly and the warmth of Pandora hits our skin. 

Quite a bit away, we see most of the recom-team already gathered. The Colonel, Lyle, Mansk, Prager, Lopez, and Fike are outside, all standing around each other, talking. 

Walker is busy with testing tools in the lab along with, Brown, Warren, Zhang, and Alexander. 

We walk next to each other and I squint, having to look at the ground because the sun was too bright. The wind caressed my face and made my hair flow. It made my hair flow… I forgot to tie it up. Oh no. 

Quaritch got angry about that once, I hoped he wouldn’t mind me running back before we started. 

“Finally, the ladies have decided to show up.” Quaritch loudly announces, grinning while his hands rest on his vest. 

I tilt my head confused. 

“Are we late?” I ask Z-Dog confused,  who is already checking her watch. She shakes her head. 

“We’re two minutes early.” she replies in a sassy tone but still keeping it respectful with our superior. 

“Could have been another two minutes earlier.” he says, before fully turning around to face us. We choose wisely to not reply or fire any comment back. It could cause problems. He seems to be pleased with our silence. 

“Y/N, hope that ponytail ain’t too tight.” Lyle chuckles, noticing my open hair. I glare at him, fully aware of my mistake. I almost always have to have my hair tied back, so it's rare anyone sees me like this. 

I glance at Quaritch who is looking at my hair. 

“I can run back and get it, sir.” I say, taking a step back to be ready to go. 

“That won’t be necessary.” He calmly states, looking from my hair to my eyes, before speaking to the group. 

“You won’t be needing it now. In fact, I think I prefer it like that.” he smirks, and I hear a few chuckles from the men. Z-Dog is just as confused as me. 

“Alright squad, today’s… second session will be a bit different from what we did this mornin’. “ the Colonel starts announcing and everyone quiets down. I quickly scan the team, and notice Lyle grinning to himself. As if he knew about something. Maybe this was some sort of surprise. 

“I discussed this matter with, Corporal Wainfleet here. We decided that this team needs less training as humans and more training as Na’vi. “ he continues. So Lyle does know what’s going on. I glance between him and the Colonel, wondering what they had planned. Maybe we would finally get to train our banshees today. 

Lyle looks up at me and Z-Dog with a shit-eating grin on his face. I exchange judgemental looks with her. We wanted to know why we were dragged out here. 

“If we want to find Sully, we need to be able to hunt Na’vi. I mean hunt like them and hunt them.” he says, his eyes roaming over all his soldiers, to make sure we understand and are listening.

“Which is exactly what we are going to do today.” 

I raise my eyebrows. We were going to look for and hunt down Na’vi people? I didn’t know whether I was excited or terrified. Lyle is grinning again and looking at his buddies. They don’t seem to know all he knows and he signals to them that they’ll know in a second. Mansk is nodding along to what Quaritch says, staying serious while Lyle is acting like a teenager about to do something stupid. Maybe that is an exaggeration. He is standing still, keeping quiet and listening, but his grin is irritating me. 

It doesn’t seem like a good sign. 

“We’re just gonna go into the jungle and find some more blue freaks?” Fike asks, and Quaritch is now grinning too. 

“Not exactly.” Lyle intervenes. “We’re going to practise that here, between us. We’re the only Na’vi for miles.” 

“How?” I blurt out. To be fair, it what his fault for not saying all the information at once. 

“Glad you asked, buttercup.” he smiles, turning to me. I frown at the nickname, straining my ears back. He does that often, to embarrass me in front of others I think, but it’s getting old.

“We’re gonna need two people to be the so-called prey.” he explains, while walking towards me. “The rest of the team will hunt them. As simple as that.” 

“Who’s gonna be the prey? I don’t think anyone wants to volunteer for that one.”  Prager announces after a minute and Lyle chuckles. 

“We’ve already got our prey.” Lyle says, returning his gaze to me and looking me deep in the eyes. 

Finally, I catch on to what he’s saying. I’m about to fire some comments back when Lyle is pulled away by Quaritch. 

“Prey, my ass.” I snap at him, not angry just pissed off. 

I glance between them and I hear Zdinrask huff beside me in disbelief. 

“No fucking way.” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Mansk and the others understand now too. I hear a few chuckles from them, while I just stare at Lyle and Miles in disbelief. 

“We’re not doing that.” I say, backing up Z-Dog. 

“That’s an order.” Quaritch says, smirking amusedly. 

“Why us? Why can’t one of them go?” I complain. 

“That’s an order.” he repeats himself, underlining every word. I frown, letting my ears droop as my tail flicks behind me in irritation. 

My silence is an answer to him and he returns to explaining. 

“Now, our lovely ladies will get a five-minute head start. Then-”

“Five?!” I accidentally interrupt and he looks at me annoyed. 

“I can make that three.” he threatens and I look down, not saying a word again. He turns back. 

“Using the stronger senses we have in our bodies, it shouldn’t be too hard.” the Colonel continues to explain. The recom-men exchange glances and smirks, some nodding while others nudge each other’s arms. They seem happy. 

Z-Dog and I exchange the hundredth glance for today, not seeming to believe what is happening. 

“Pfft… stronger senses.” I mutter under my breath. I’ll make sure they won’t find me. 

“That’s right Y/N,” the Colonel said. How did he even hear that?

“Some scientists told me that Na’vi get cycles. So-called ‘heat cycles’...” 

My eyes widen. I just keep hearing more and more bad news. 

“And apparently we are approaching our one soon…” Quaritch continues. Wainfleet is still grinning like the bitch he is. 

Everyone is surprised and listening. 

“Durin’ these times, it’s easier for us…” he points at the recom-men who are all gathered together, “to be able to pick up your pretty scent.” he turns to Z-Dog and me, smirking. Zdinarsk is very clearly not impressed, yet she seems almost unfazed by his words. 

On the other hand, I am mindblown and I don’t know whether I’m pissed at Lyle, Miles or the scientists who summoned me into this body. I still can’t decide whether this experience is a curse or a blessing. 

“To make it a tad easier for us, no shirts allowed.” Lyle added and Quaritch didn’t seem to disagree. That was it, that was my final straw. I couldn’t believe it. I snort, clutching my face in my palms while Z-Dog just chews her gum and watches my reaction. 

“This is bullshit.” I say, letting my hands slide from my face. The entire team’s attention is focused on me and I don’t know how to feel about it. 

Quaritch raises his eyebrow at me as if challenging me to continue my petty behaviour. I fall in line under his gaze. 

Z-Dog sighs beside me before peeling her tank top off. I sigh as well. If she’s doing it, I must too. I turn away a little, facing the open runway and pull my tank top over my head, leaving me in a sports bra and cammies, like Z. 

I turn around, arms crossed in front of my chest, holding the shirt. The team was oddly silent. 

It wasn’t the first time we’d been in a sports bra in front of them. During the hot days or really intense training lessons, we would just wear them while the others didn’t even wear a shirt. But it still seemed different because this time it had a different meaning. But training is training, what can one do?

“Drink before you go.” Quaritch ordered, his own arms crossed over his chest, seeming pleased that we followed orders without complaining too much anymore. 

After all, he was our superior, and responsible for us, so making us drink was not uncommon. 

Lyle handed us each a water bottle, from which we took a few gulps. Some water trickled down the side of my mouth and on my chest but I didn’t care. It was too warm to mind that. 

I handed it back to him, sending him a glare just to let him know that I was pissed. 

“Alright, you’re ready.” Quaritch said, but I wasn’t finished just yet. 

“What if I just don’t run?” I ask, more out of curiosity than sass. 

He takes an intimidating step forward. “Then I’ll deal with you right here, in front of everyone.” He stated firmly, staring me down. I looked away again, nodding a little before turning away and standing next to Z-Dog again who was already facing where we have to go. 

I didn’t quite know what he meant by that, I could only assume. And I assumed that he would do something I would not want others to see. 

“Alright, you see the entry in the fence there? That’s where the forest starts. You go through there and then wherever you want after that. We’ll find you.” Quaritch says, pointing to the gate with the opening, separating the forest from the concrete. I huff annoyed facing the direction we were supposed to run in after throwing my shirt at Lyle’s face. It wasn’t far until the fence. I wondered if I would encounter any native creatures, thinking that perhaps I should be armed but then again, none of them ever get close to here. 

“Happy runnin’ ladies. Time starts…now.” Quaritch says and once he finishes Z-Dog is walking away already. I jog up to her and we walk more or less side by side for a while. Then we hear someone yell that if we don’t start running now they will shorten the time. I groan out in frustration, letting my head fall back before picking up my pace and running to the fence, close behind Zdinarsk. 

Before we know it we reach the fence where we slow down and look around before walking into the forest. 

“Is it smart to stick together?” she asks me and I think about it. 

“Probably not. If we’re working as a team here, it makes sense for us to split. That way if they all find one of us, the other is still fine.” I reply, not quite knowing what to expect. 

“Let’s kick their ass. I say we continue for an hour, then we return home.” she says and smiles to herself.

“Heh- imagine if we just ditch the mission while they are still out here.” I chuckle and she joins. 

Silence. 

“We’d get in so much tr-” 

“Yeah, Colonel would kill us.” She agrees. 

We walk in silence again, thinking about what he would be yelling. Then I check my watch. 

“They’ll come after us in a minute. We should split now.” I say and she nods in agreement.

“Aight. See ya’.” we bump our fists together before I take a right turn and she goes left. The next time I look over my shoulder, I don’t see her anymore. 

I look at the time again. They must have already left the base. Probably just arrived in the forest right now. 

I push my way through leaves, my ears flicking around, picking up small noises. The forest felt very abandoned. There was almost no noise. 

I went deeper. If they would really follow my scent, I couldn’t have it going in a straight line. I let my feet carry me faster again and I made occasional turns while making sure I was putting enough distance between the base and me. With the new body came a new and better sense of coordination. If I would continue wandering for the next few hours, I still wouldn’t get lost. 

What feels like at least 2 hours have passed and my legs were getting a little tired. The sun was still up, it was only afternoon. I gave up on running. It seemed to me as though they had overestimated their capabilities and would not find me. Maybe I should start turning back? 

I stop for a while, standing completely still, trying to pick up anything. Any noise, sight or smell. But there was nothing. While standing I became aware of an odd feeling in my groin. 

I curse myself. The fucking heat cycle. It didn’t hit me, it slowly developed. I had felt something similar this morning, but it was growing now.

………………………………….……… (new part now)

I huff out in annoyance. This was usually the time I would be doing my self-care routine. I could have been running a bath right now, or reading a book in peace. But instead, I’m out in the godforsaken deadly forest, pretending to be prey. 

I might even become actual prey to some pandorian creature because I wasn’t allowed to take any weapons with me. I’m all alone, in my pants and a sports bra. 

That thought makes me roll my eyes again. Like taking my shirt off would actually help them find me. 

Then I remembered the look on some soldiers' faces. Quaritch was normal, always managing to keep his professional stance. Lyle on the other hand didn’t even try hiding his shit-eating grin. The man was happy that he got to tell us what to do. Especially when it came to removing clothes. 

Before turning away from Lyle, I had noticed Prager and Ja’s eyes lingering on me. It surprised me that they were looking at me and not Z-Dog. I always thought of her as being the hottie in our squad. 

I shouldn’t read too deeply into it though. It was probably because she wears it more often. Zdinarsk happens to be more confident about herself. Confident as in not caring what she has on. Not confident like Lyle as in stripping at every opportunity he gets. 

I look behind me and nothing is unusual. Time goes quickly and the next time I look at my watch, they have been ‘hunting’ for almost 45 minutes. I scoff. Soon I get to go back. 

I’m getting tired too. My legs were already dead from this morning’s training and now this. I was going to need to go back soon otherwise I would get lost. Luckily the sun was still shining through the crowns of the leaves in the trees. 

While walking I started noticing a weird warmth building up in my abdomen and soon it spread to between my legs. Usually, I would have said I was horny but this felt almost too intense for that. Still, I tried ignoring it. Hopefully, it would go away. 

After another ten minutes, I started feeling tired and was no longer paying attention to my surroundings. That was a mistake because not far from me I heard a noise similar to someone reloading their gun. 

I freeze and my ears perk up. My body stills and I hold my breath. Nothing happens. 

Then, I hear it again. This time, it seems even closer. I turn around and notice my heartbeat pounding in my chest, neck and ears. It sounds mechanical and no doubt belongs to a soldier. 

That’s all it takes for me to turn back around in the direction I was originally going in and take off. My tired legs no longer felt tired and my rational thoughts were muffled by the instinct to run and escape. 

I sprint through the forest, occasionally looking behind me while pushing large leaves out of my way. 

A fallen tree nears and I think nothing of it, planning to jump over it the way I leapt over the past 2 logs. However, between a branch, there was a long rope it stretched around. I in the heat of the moment didn’t see it. When I jumped, I didn’t jump high enough and my left ankle got caught. 

The rope tangled and trapped my foot to the log. I screamed as I fell to the ground and tried getting up but the more I pulled against the rope the more it tightened. 

I cried out and panicked, knowing damn well this wasn’t some native creature's trap. My hands were clawing at the rope trying to undo it or push it down but it was wrapped too tight already and I was stuck. 

My ears tipped back and my tail stilled as I tried not to make any more noise. Maybe they wouldn’t know I’ve been caught. 

Then, I froze. Examining the knots on the trap I realised who must have done it. One specific recom soldier had once shown me how to set up traps and one looked just like this. 

Before I can come to a conclusion, I hear leaves rustling behind me and then someone chuckles. I whip my upper body around and meet Ja’s eyes. Fuck. I scramble to my feet and try to run, hoping it would tear, but the rope tightens even more and I’m back on the ground. I turn around, leaning on my elbows as I look up at Ja. 

He’s just standing there, examining me. The man seems pleased. 

“Come back, I got her.” he says while pressing the call on his throat. 

“Noo.” I whine and complain, still trying to tug my ankle away from the rope. He watches me with amusement as I try to figure out his trap. 

Seconds later, the leaves on the other side rustle and Prager emerges, almost instantly noticing me stretched out on the grass. 

“Nice catch.” He grins at Ja and they high-five each other before turning to me. Prager must have purposefully made the noise that caused me to run. Damn, they had it planned out. 

I have given up. I glare up at them and huff. The exaggerated exhale moves the hair in my face out of my way. My tail thuds against the ground, showing them my annoyance. 

“That’s not fair. Colonel didn’t say you can use traps.” I complain and Ja’s smirk intensifies. 

“He didn’t say we can’t use ‘em either.” he replied, walking over to me and removing the trap from the log, holding the rope attached to my foot in his hand. 

“Are you not going to undo it? It’s starting to fuckin’ hurt.” I say, giving him attitude. I didn’t want to be caught. I wanted to return to base victorious. 

Little did I know, that was never on the menu. Once Prager and Ja heard the rules of the ‘game’, they exchanged looks and made up their minds. They weren’t going home until they caught you. Only they could catch you and they had to find you first. 

“How about you stop runnin’ your dirty mouth and ask me nicely.” Ja says, stopping his actions and looking at me. His words surprise me. He was usually polite and sweet. Can’t say it didn’t start stirring excitement in me though.

I raise an eyebrow while Prager chuckles. He can’t be serious. 

“You better listen, princess. Or do you want the others to find you like this?” Prager adds and I glance up at him before returning my gaze to my slowly becoming strangled ankle. The rope is digging into my skin and it’s starting to really hurt. 

And I really didn’t want the entire team to see me fall for such a small trap.

I sigh, accepting defeat again. “Can you please help me?” I ask nicely, adding an innocent tone to it and looking at Ja pleadingly. His ears perk up at my words and he just stares at me in silence for a few seconds before snapping out of it. 

“Damn baby, you do that again and we’ll both be done for.” He chuckles, looking away quickly. I tilt my head to the side, pretending to wonder what he meant. I could think of one meaning and it worsened the heat between my legs. 

He pulls out a pocket knife and starts to cut open the ropes. I notice how he fully concentrates on the blade as if he really doesn’t want to accidentally cut my skin. 

Zdinarsk would slice through it once and not look again if she accidentally cut me. We were good friends, but minor wounds meant nothing to her. A scratch really wasn’t anything big anyway.

I decide to play with him. My leg has been still this entire time, so when I think the time is right I suddenly flinch. 

Ja is startled and pulls the knife away looking up at me with wide eyes before checking for a wound. I lean back, fully laying on the ground and laughing. 

“Cut it out.” he snarls, getting back to it. This time, he firmly holds my leg in place. “I could have hurt you.” 

“So what?” I chuckle, looking back at him. He doesn’t answer me, instead, Ja just shoots me a glare. 

I sigh, laying back down and throwing my hands over my face. Finally, I got to relax. 

“Ugh, you guys I’m so tired. That took longer than expected.” I say, smiling to myself. 

Prager scoffs. “We found you first. And you fell right into the trap.” he mocks me. I unfold my arms and glare up at him. 

“Great, mission accomplished. Let’s go back.” I say but they don’t answer. I notice their tails acting up, showing forms of excitement. What had them feeling so happy?

Ja finally finishes opening the ropes and sees the red marks on my skin. I sit up, pulling my leg to me and rubbing the area. He’s putting his knife back into his holster and I suddenly realise I’m not being held down anymore. I know I won’t get far unless I’m really lucky. But there is still a chance of me making it back alone before they do. It’s not over yet. 

The next second, I scramble to my feet and start running in the opposite direction. 

Little did I know, Prager was eyeing me while Ja was busy. He was expecting that from me and he got it. I didn’t get far at all. After three long strides, I was tackled back to the ground. I yelped, falling into the grass again. Prager held me down and reached for my hands. He pulled them behind my back and held them there with one of his hands while his knee rested on my lower back, keeping me firmly pressed down. 

“Dammit.” I mumble, lifting my head and looking back at Prager. 

“Nice try, sweetheart. Unfortunately, we’re not gonna let that happen.” Prager spoke, looking up at Ja who was now holding the ropes. “Not with you lookin’ this good.” he joked and Ja smirked, exhaling through his nose. 

I frown because they were confusing me. The team never paid as much attention to me as they did to Z-Dog or Walker. Why suddenly now?

“Yeah right. I’m covered in dirt.” I snarl, getting annoyed again. 

Prager lets out a small ‘mhm’ while Ja comes around and kneels beside me. I start to struggle beneath Prager and manage to pull one arm from his grasp. I try to lift myself off the ground with my free hand but I can’t compete with the weight on my back. 

Ja chuckles and I want to slap myself when I feel how his noise makes my stomach twist in excitement. This isn’t fair. My body is broken. 

“If you keep strugglin’ we’re gonna have to tie you down.” Ja says, his voice seeming more positive than the threat of words he just let out. 

I whine out in frustration, letting myself drop and rest on the ground. My ears are strained back and my tail is flicking in irritation, occasionally caressing Prager’s thigh. 

Suddenly, to my relief, Prager stands up and I’m helped up by Ja. He’s holding my upper arm, just to make sure I don’t bolt again. I look down and see the dirt on my sports bra and some loose grass stuck to my skin. Prager stands next to me and then without hesitation, Ja starts brushing the dirt off. All of it. Meaning he started with my stomach before pushing some hair over my shoulder and swiping away the dirt on my sports bra with two quick movements. 

I freeze and my body tenses when he does this. I watched his hand and flinched a little. The sensitivity of my nipples surprised me and I was scared they would see them through the fabric if I stood in front of them for too long. 

Ja retreated his hand and looked up at me. 

“That hurt?” Prager asks, probably wondering if I’m injured.

I swallow nervously, looking down and shaking my head no. They keep looking at me without saying a word and I feel my cheeks start to burn. I’m afraid they will notice my state.

“Let’s go back.” I mumble before stepping away from both of them and leading the way. Ja lets his hand fall from my arm. They were going to keep a close eye on me, but I didn’t have the strength to attempt to run away again. 

Prager and Ja exchanged looks before following after me, holding their weapons ready because they knew I didn’t have one for protection. 

Let’s just say, the walk didn’t last long at all. 

After a few minutes, I felt the warm heat between my legs become an almost burning sensation. I noticed my skin became warm and my cheeks never stopped blushing. A sweat bead formed on my forehead which I swiped away. My breathing got heavier too and I had to concentrate on not breaking out in a pant. What the fuck was this? Nothing like this ever happened before. I knew it was because of my new body and I assumed this is what going into a type of heat felt like. But my cycle wasn’t meant to start yet. Maybe it was Ja and Prager’s presence that had me so worked up. 

Eventually, I started to slow down and they overtook me. Both men lead the way now and I was thanking whoever was watching over us that they didn’t stop and check on me. My behaviour was embarrassing. We worked together. Why couldn’t I just stay professional like them? They were acting normal. 

That my friends was a lie I didn’t know about. I looked up to see Prager and Ja walking with guns in their hands, looking around and making sure there is no danger. This is how they acted on a normal mission. What I hadn’t noticed due to my current desperate state was how their eyes would linger on me a little too long and how they had to fight off the need to touch and be close to me. 

Being human made it easier for everyone to work with each other and never have to go through this. The human body was different to the Na’vi body, not just by looks but by nature and senses. 

Since the Deja blue team woke up as recoms, needs started building up and they were much more difficult to deal with than regular horniness. It became almost painful. 

I cursed myself and wished I could feel normal again. But it was too much. Usually, I could resist and fight off anything including headaches, period cramps, injuries like scratches etc. I could even hold back tears for as long as a few days. But this was a whole new level of intensity. 

I stopped walking, bending over and leaning my arms on my knees. One of my arms wrapped itself around my waist for some sense of comfort while I closed my eyes, panting and concentrated on pushing this feeling away. My body felt like I had just been laying in the sun for a few hours and my knees felt weak. 

I knew they would notice that I wasn’t behind them and they would see me like this, but with the way I was feeling now, I couldn’t care less. Sure, I would prefer to be alone to hide but I just needed to focus on feeling okay again. 

After a few seconds, Ja didn’t hear your uneven, lazy footsteps anymore. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still there but he noticed your figure much further away than anticipated. His body came to a halt and turned around to face you.

Prager saw Ja turning around from the corner of his eye and stopped, following his eyes to you. 

They just watched you for a while, seeing the way your chest was heaving as if you had been running and the way you struggled to stand on one spot without tipping to one side. The way your tail flicked uncontrollably didn’t go unnoticed either. 

I kept slowly falling over to one side, unable to keep still. I felt oddly dizzy. 

Quickly, I glanced up, hoping both soldiers had gone past the leaves but no. Their eyes were already fixed on me. 

I scoffed, in an attempt to suppress what was happening and took a few unbalanced steps back. I waved my arm in the air as if I were pushing myself away from them and looked back down, clutching my face in my hands. 

I let my palms slide down my hot face and almost tumbled backwards again. Covering my eyes was not a good idea. 

“What the fuck.” I whisper to myself, wanting to scream and oddly even cry? I didn’t understand anything. 

Prager and Ja exchanged eye contact again, questioning their hypothesis. Prager had a smirk on his lips while Ja tried at least suppressing his grin by biting his lip. Ja let his head drop and he shook it still smiling, not believing this was happening to him and his friend. 

Then he took a breath and started making his way over to you. Prager followed, neither of their eyes leaving you. They were analysing every single movement. That included the way your ears twitched in their direction when you picked up their footsteps. 

I hear them approaching me and it makes me nervous. Suddenly, their presence intimidates me. Usually, I would joke around with them and often make fun of them. Now, I felt like they had the authority of someone even higher than fucking Quaritch. 

“No.” I breathe out, the noise barely audible. I press the back of my hand against my mouth, to stop them from seeing my bared fangs. Somehow, my mouth started salivating intensely and my hot breath was condensing against the skin of my hand. I pull it away, turning away from them but they see the thin string of saliva snap, that connected my lips and hand. 

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Ja asks in a teasing manner. I can fucking hear the grin on his face with the way he says those words. I want to glare at him but I know it won’t work. 

“I would roll my eyes so hard right now.” I mumble, refusing to face them. 

They scoff behind me while I try to release the tension in my jaw by opening my mouth and biting down on my teeth. 

I feel a hand creep up on my shoulder and I’m not sure who it belongs to but it really doesn’t matter. I slap it away before returning both hands to cover my face. 

“How do you feel?” Prager asks. I consider answering his question because I can tell he isn’t holding back laughter like Ja was. 

“Too much…” I mumble, groaning into my palms and letting my head drop back in frustration. 

“Too much of what?” he continues to push it while I try to stumble away from them. As soon as I stretch my leg to take a step and start tilting forward, a hand from behind me tugs me right back by my pants. I look back, seeing the arm lead to Ja and he pulled me even closer than I was before. His finger held me by one of my belt loops and I huffed out a sigh. 

“Of everything!” I whine, feeling my eyes become all glossy. “It fucking- hurts…” I add, letting my hands fall from my face again while focusing on taking deep, steady breaths. 

Suddenly, someone grabs my shoulder and I’ve spun around swiftly. I almost lose balance but the hand steadies me. Prager has me facing both of them now and I see their ears perk in interest and their tails stop moving when they see how flushed I must look. 

“Aww, look at how flustered she is.” Ja coos, moving towards me and cupping my cheek while running his thumb over my burning skin. My eyes flutter closed at the contact. I don’t even notice my reaction because I can’t think staright, but they sure do. 

I feel a little ridiculed so I avert my gaze away from them and onto the forest floor. My hands are holding eachother, my knuckles almost going white and one of my feet is placed on top of the other. 

“So pretty…” he mumbles, moving his hand so that his thumb is under my chin and he is pushing my head up again. 

My eyes shoot to his, going wide and my ears focus forwards. I wasn’t used to being called that and by the way it made butterflies erupt in my stomach, I knew the aftermath of this won’t be good. 

Prager chuckles. “I think she liked that.” he says. Once again, I feel small. They’re talking about me while I’m there as if I meant less than them. But for whatever fucked up reason, my body responded positively to the treatment. 

“That right? You like being called that, baby?” Ja asks, standing fully in front of me now. I can’t respond, I just stare into his eyes. He’s pretty. 

I press my lips together when he calls me baby and then my eyes flicker between him and Prager. 

I feel the heat between my legs again and try to discreetly rub my thighs together but both of their eyes shoot down to see the desperate action. 

“It hurts, huh?” Prager asks, then looking up and smiling at me. 

“I can’t- deal…” I start saying with a whine which is about to break out into a sob. My voice cracks a little and I’m breathing even heavier. 

“Shhh.” Ja coos softly again, pressing his thumb over my closed lips. “Do you want us to help you, pretty girl?” he then asks and my lips part while I exhale a shaky breath as a reaction to the name. Ja smirks, tilting his head to the side and admiring how I look. 

“You can’t.” I whimper. “I don’t even know what’s happening I-” 

I’m cut off when Ja takes a step even closer, his face just inches from mine. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby. We know how to help you.” he says, and this time he isn’t smiling. He isn’t angry or anything either. He’s genuine. 

My hot breath fans against the side of his hand as I stare at them. 

“That okay with you?” Ja asks, gazing deep into my eyes. 

“You can trust us, angel. We promise to make you feel good.” Prager added. He was right, I could trust them. And feeling good sounded like the best thing in the world right now. Definitely compared to the dreadful frustration I was filled with. 

You are a close friend of theirs, they care a lot about you. Well, we’ll see about friends after this. It was their priority to ensure that you were comfortable with this. Not just this, but comfortable with them. They needed to know that you trusted them enough and wanted them to be the ones to see you in such a vulnerable state. 

Neither one of the soldiers was expecting you to say yes. If they had to be honest, you would only say yes in their wildest most unrealistic dreams. 

Ja and Prager were awaiting an answer that would set their minds straight again and that would have them return to going back to base. 

I swallow nervously, my tail wrapping around me as I consider their offer. Then I look at both of them and slowly nod my head in Ja’s hand. 

“Okay.” I whisper, releasing another shaky breath. Prager had already looked back, expecting to turn around but once his ears captured my words, his attention was all mine. 

Ja just stared at me, repeating the words in his head. 

They looked at each other and grinned before their gaze returned to me. 

“Let us take care of it, baby.” Ja said, before moving his hand to the back of my neck and pulling me to him while he took a step forward. I was pressed up against his chest, my skin tingling at the contact. 

He pulled my face to him and I closed my eyes once his lips were softly pressed against mine. 

The softness and gentleness were gone too quickly. He deepened the kiss, wrapping one arm around my waist and pressing his abdomen to mine. I gasped at his large hand holding my hip and he used the opportunity to press his tongue past the boundary of my lips. I accepted, feeling only needier for his touch the more he gave to me. 

Finally, he pulled away and I gasped for air. Prager had removed his vest and weapons already, standing upright again in just his tank top and cammies. And his headband of course. 

His muscles flexed and shone in the golden sun of the late afternoon and I just stared at his torso. He saw my eyes checking him out and smiled. 

Ja was quickly removing his accessories and peeled his tank top off as well. I watch him and then notice Prager does the same.

I realised I was standing and watching like an idiot. The feeling of burning skin returned and suddenly, everything I had on felt like it was too much. 

All three of us were quickly stripping until we were only in underwear. I struggled with my belt but finally managed to push my pants down and kick my shoes off. When I looked up, they were both staring. 

“Fuck, baby. You look gorgeous.” Ja almost whimpers, kicking his cammies to the side. 

“Angel from fuckin’ heaven.” Prager adds, taking me by the hand and pulling me flush against his chest. I yelp a little but almost instantly being silenced when he has his turn kissing. He’s a little more impatient than Ja and holds me to him tighter. I kiss him back, mirroring his frustration and twirling my hands around his neck and in his bandana. 

I felt him smile into the kiss. The bandana was something I would always tease him about and here I was, twirling it around my fingers while kissing him. 

I felt another hot body press up against me, from behind this time. I knew it was Ja and I relaxed a little. As much as I could relax with the tension I felt. 

Both his arms hugged my waist and I felt him press his hard-on against my ass. I feel his hot breath fan over my craned-up neck as I try and reach Prager’s lips without having to stand on my toes. 

His hot, wet lips come in contact with the skin on my neck and kiss it softly before nipping at it. 

I let out a soft moan which is muffled by Prager but he felt it and it drives him wild. 

Ja presses his face into the crook of my neck and inhales deeply, sighing and relaxing against me. 

“You smell so good.” he mumbles into me. 

Prager pulls away, gently caressing my cheek before leaning down and doing the same. I freeze as both men bury their faces in each side of my neck. 

Ja groans and Prager curses beneath his breath. 

“I can’t wait much longer.” Prager mumbles, his face still leaning against my skin. I assume his words are directed at Ja.

The other soldier nods, pulling away. 

“You still okay with this?” Ja asks me, patiently waiting for my answer as I turn around and nod. 

“Yes.” I breathe out. My glossy eyes and flustered state confirm my words and he doesn’t have to ask again. 

He smiles, giving me a small nod. He pulls me to him, pecking my cheek before his hands wander along my body. Prager stands behind me now, and I feel him fumble with the material of my sports bra. 

It needs to go, I feel to warm. I feel his fingers slip underneath it and I raise my arms. He gently pulls it over my head, making sure not to nudge my face in the process. When I lower my arms I could swear that Ja’s pupils just doubled in size. 

His lips were slightly parted and he stared at my bare chest. 

“Look at how pretty you are.” Prager praised me, peering down at my breasts from over my shoulder. I smile to myself, blushing. One can’t see the blush from how rosy my cheeks have been this entire time. 

This new amount of attention has me feeling fuzzy and I try to cover myself a little, feeling shy which was completely unlike me. 

Ja’s eyes snap up from my chest to my face. 

“Don’t hide, baby, you’re so beautiful. C’mon. Let’s see ‘em.” Ja encourages me, gently nudging my hands down, still giving me the option to resist. I let them fall to my sides and he smiles. 

“See. You’re too pretty to hide.” 

His hands caress my chest before he starts groping my breasts. I arch my back into his touch when he plays with my nipples and bite my lip. It’s so sensitive that it feels so much better than when I do it. 

Prager is grinding himself into my ass, groaning lowly while watching the action on my body. 

His fingers than curl around the waistband of my panties and when I don’t protest, he pulls them down, letting them drop down my legs. I step out of them and kick them to the side.

“Holy fuck…” Ja groans out, seeing how shiny my wetness made my pussy. 

“Please…” I whine, begging them to touch me. My words dress Ja’s face in a proud smirk while Prager has a shit-eating grin on his face. 

Then, their characters seem to switch. 

“What do you want, baby?” Ja asks me, knowing the answer.

“You know what I mean, Alex.” I reply, purposefully not calling him Ja, just to get him a little irritated.

“Come on, don’t tease.” Prager says, but Ja shrugs it off. 

“I just want to hear the words come out of your pretty mouth. Then, we’ll give you what you want.”

“You need it just as much as me.” I state, not wanting to seem like the only desperate bitch here. I glance down at his piercing erection and his ears flatten in slight defeat. 

“Just say it.” Ja growls and I smirk. 

“I want you both to fuck me until I feel better.”  I reply and Ja is happy again. 

“That’s fuckin’ right.” he snarls, kissing my neck and slapping my thigh before turning me around. 

Ja presses his clothed erection against my bare heat and pushes my upper body forward, while we’re standing. I lean down, obeying and Prager holds me. 

Behind me, Ja gently taps the insides of my ankles, nudging my legs further apart. 

I raise my tail, arching my back and presenting my pussy on full display. An audible groan is heard behind me before I feel his fingers glide through my folds. 

I grip Prager’s arm to keep me grounded as Ja covers the tips of his fingers in my slick and shows it to Prager. 

“Good thing we got her first.” he said and Prager agreed. Then Ja removed his underwear and glided the head of his dick between my folds.

I shiver in anticipation, biting down on my lip as I glance over my shoulder. 

Slowly, Ja starts entering me, pushing past my lips and all the way in until he bottoms out. 

“Oh- fuck.” I curse, not expecting everything to be so sensitive and reactive. 

He stills behind me, relishing in the moment. He hasn’t felt so good in a long time and the way you were squeezing him had him over the moon. 

After a few moments, he started to pull out and when he thrust back in I cried out, feeling overly sensitive inside. 

I clutched onto Prager, who had one hand under my arm and one resting on my head while I leaned my face into his middle. His touch was comforting. 

Soon enough, Ja couldn’t hold back. He started thrusting at a specific pace with long, aimed strokes. 

“God damn, babygirl. Ya feel so good.” he moaned, clenching his teeth together and occasionally letting his head fall back. Ja had his ears tipped back and fangs bared while gritting his teeth. The building-up tension needed to be released. 

I became a whimpering mess, the oversensitivity making me feel close already. 

“You’re doing so well, angel.” Prager praised me and I quieted down. 

“Take it.” Ja growled and soon, I started pressing my hips against his with rhythm. Both of Ja’s hands were now digging into the skin of my hips as he fucked himself into me. 

“I’m gonna- shit I’m gonna cum.” I moan, crying out when he almost knocks the air out of me with an extra harsh thrust. 

“Go ahead.” Ja answers, sounding breathless. His thighs slapped against the back of mine as he started to relentlessly rut into me from behind. 

Prager adjusted his stance so he was able to stably support me while I was being tugged back and forth by his friend. 

My legs started to shake and with a few more thrusts, I came around Ja’s dick. I moaned incoherent words into Prager’s abs, my nails dug into his arms and waist while my back arched back into Ja, making my pussy more accessible to him. 

He rode out my high and soon after me, Ja was cumming. He delivered a harsh slap to my ass and I flinched. Then his hips stilled with his cock as deep inside me as possible and I felt him release into me. The warmth filled my tummy and I was gasping for air. 

Ja had his hands leaning on my back while he regained his composure. Breathlessly, he pulled his slowly softening dick out and watched as my overflowed pussy started leaking his cum down my thighs. 

“Well ain’t that a pretty sight.” he mumbled, swiping his hand over his forehead. 

Prager gently let go of my head and I stood up straight while holding onto him. I felt his cum dribble out of me. Both Prager and I looked between my legs while Ja was smirking, seeming very proud of his work. 

I turn around to Ja while Prager bends me over to examine me from behind. 

“Fuckin’ hell. You’re right.” he agreed with Ja’s previous comment. His fingertips slid through the slick and he groped my ass. 

Ja came up to the front of me and gently wrapped his hand around my braid. 

“You clean me up and I promise to make it up to you on another day.” he said and my eyes widened. I accepted, leaning down while holding on to his hips and licking him clean. I was gentle, knowing he was just as sensitive as I was now. 

When I licked his tip he flinched a little and I grinned up at him. 

“God I can’t get enough of you.” he returned the grin, looking down at me and seeing I licked him clean. “Such a good girl.” 

Prager pulled my waist up and I stood straight again. He grabbed my hand and guided me down on the ground with him. I happily agreed because my wobbly knees were no longer trustworthy. 

I noticed his underwear was already gone and licked my lips, smiling devilishly at him when I saw how hard he was. 

“Come on baby, I need this just as much as you did.” he says, almost pleading so that I don’t leave him like that. 

“I’m not done yet.” I whisper and his eyes widen. I straddle his waist and his hands immediately rest on my hips. 

Letting myself sink down a little, I grind my hips down against his, covering his throbbing cock in Ja’s and my cum. 

He shivers, his grip on my hips tightening and a moan escapes his throat. 

I smirk, feeling a little more confident now. 

To help the poor soldier out, I reach down in between our bodies and line him up with my entrance. He lets out a shaky breath before I steadily start to sink down on him. 

Prager’s eyes close and his mouth hangs open a little. He mutters another curse under his breath as I press our foreheads together. 

I feel like I’m a little more in control of my body again, so I set the pace, rolling my hips back and forth on him. 

He bites his lip, opening his eyes to see my movements. 

“Feel good?” I ask and he looks up at me, almost desperately.

“Fuck yeah.” he breathes out heavily and I smirk. One of his hands comes up to massage my breasts while the other steadily supports my movements on my hip. 

I speed up a little, holding on to his broad shoulders and running my palms along his strong back. Prager is in bliss, his eyes half-lidded and ears drooped. I glance up at Ja, grinning while he is watching and he returns my gaze with a smirk. He was getting dressed but got seemingly distracted.

It feels good and I start to feel a pressure in my lower stomach build-up, but for it to ever be released I need to change it up. 

I pause and move up so that Prager’s dick just barely stays inside me. He looks up, seeming worried I would stop. I chuckle at his reaction, giving him a reassuring kiss as I place my feet on either side of his hips and lower myself down again. 

Prager whimpers, his head lolling back while I clutch onto his shoulders again. 

I look between us and notice a small bulge in my stomach every time I sink down. I take one of his hands and place it on my abdomen. 

He follows my hands with his gaze. 

“Do you feel how deep you are inside me?” I ask and he nods, seeming unable to form a proper answer. 

“Shit, feels so good.” he groans, starting to push my hips down with force. 

Soon enough, my legs got tired but that didn’t stop shit from happening. Prager took over, lifting my waist and pounding it back down on him with his hands as if I weighed nothing. I watched his muscles flex and I arched my back, letting him use me to his liking. 

He became more sloppy and uneven with his movements and I could tell he was close when his dick twitched. 

“Y/N, I’m close…” he breathed out and I nodded, closing my eyes. 

“Me too.” I whisper, trying to breathe while being fucked mercilessly by his hands and dick. “Just keep going.” I encourage him and he nods, a few beads of sweat forming on his forehead. 

With the next few thrusts, I’m surprised I’m cumming again just through penetration. Maybe the Na’vi body really was something else, perhaps even better than the human body. 

This time, my legs were a trembling mess, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my nails dug into Prager’s back. He continued fucking me and then came aswell. He tried to ride out his orgasm but soon stiled like Ja, to ensure he could fill me up with enough of his cum. Prager bit down on my neck, not too harshly but enough to make my eyes open widely.

Another bonus of the Na’vi body. No protected sex. I couldn’t get pregnant as long as we didn’t form tsaheylu so it was great.

My pussy throbbed and I was completely fucked out. My legs gave out and I fell forwards on my knees, my chest pressing against Prager’s bare chest. I wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder and he did the same as we regained our breath. 

“Well ain’t that sweet.” I heard Ja tease from my right. I look up at him, sending him a playful glare which made him laugh. 

Prager wrapped his hands around my waist, genuinely holding me to him for a while until he felt my heartbeat calm down. 

“You’re amazing.” he whispers and I giggle, kissing his cheek before slowly getting off of his lap. Ja helps me to my feet while Prager stands up and gets dressed. 

“Where’s my underwear?” I ask, looking around when Ja only hands me my cammies. When I look back up at him, he’s grinning. That answers my question. I look down and see it hanging from his pocket. He pulls it out and cleans my thighs with it before tucking it back into his pants. 

“Really?” I ask and he nods.

“Yeah, I’ll give ‘em back in a week in exchange for some new ones.” he smirks and I chuckle. 

I’m helped back into my clothes by Ja who is preventing me from tipping over to one side again and once Prager is done he helps me put my sports bra on again. 

“Thanks.” I say to them and they smile.

“Anythin’ for you, angel.” Ja grins, picking up his weapons and throwing some over to Prager. Once they are geared up we start to return back to base. The sun was starting to set. 

Both men walk on either side of me, supporting me when I needed it. It was really sweet actually. I was significantly less angry at Quaritch for making us do this exercise.

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(there will be no version 3 or anything else to this specific fic. I'm gonna write part 2 for "this is what you came for soon".)

[gennyanydots]

Oh Sweet Divine Predicament Ch. 1

Bradley Bradshaw x Jake Seresin

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Deployments are scary. Bradley had never been on a deployment before. He was feeling a bit nervous. A bit anxious. His squad buddies all told him it was completely normal. First deployment jitters are always a thing. Heck they said some of them still get jitters. They made sure to tell him he would be fine. Nothing would happen. It’s a routine deployment. They weren’t even doing anything interesting. Bradley isn’t sure he knows how to take that. He’s still very new to all of this. This is the first time in years he wishes he could talk to his uncle but clearly he isn’t that desperate. It would just be nice to talk to someone who has been in this position before. He wishes he could just talk to his dad. He’s been wishing that a lot lately. He misses him. And his mom. Deployment kind of put things in perspective for him. He doesn’t have his parents anymore. He has friends of course but it’s not like they’re waiting around for him. He just wishes he had someone to connect with.

Bradley wasn’t sure he was okay yet with all of this. It had been a busy day. Moving in. Getting things situated. They were taking over for another squadron whose deployment was ending in two days, just before they set sail again. It was kind of a passing of the torch sort of deal. Just taking over where the others had left off.

Bradley was rooming with someone outside of his squadron. He thinks his name was Aaron but he can’t really remember. He’s sure he’ll learn eventually or just continue to nod at him politely. Bradley’s good with whichever.

Since the day had been mostly just getting things organized and situated Bradley had been able to go to bed pretty early. He was beat. While nothing about the day was hard, it was just a lot. A lot to take in. A lot to do. A lot of emotions.

It didn’t take long before Bradley fell asleep.

Once asleep Bradley didn’t feel asleep anymore. He felt more awake than he had all day. He blinked and saw he was sitting on a bench. In a park. Not one he recognized. There was no real determining features to the park. Just grass and a blue sky. Both seemed to stretch for miles whichever way he looked.

There have definitely been worse dreams, he thinks to himself.

“When you were two, you kept having this reoccurring dream that you thought a fire breathing dragon was going to eat your feet. Your mother and I couldn’t figure out why it kept happening or why the dragon was only going to eat your feet but that’s all you would say when you woke up sobbing,” a voice said with a chuckle. “You mother said you outgrew it not long after but I’m still confused as to how it was only your feet gonna get eaten.”

Bradley knows that voice. It’s one he hasn’t heard in person in a very, very long time. Bradley felt someone sit down next to him. He didn’t want to turn. He didn’t want to be disappointed. He needed the person to stay.

Bradley takes a deep breath and peeks over and sees the one person he had been wishing to see. He can barely remember him sometimes. His memories are getting hazier as time goes on but he clings to the videos his mother had of him and the tons and tons of pictures he left. “Dad?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey Brad,” his dad says and grins at him. “How ya been?”

“I’m okay,” he says, his eyes tearing up.

“Oh honey,” Nick says before pulling Bradley into his chest and wrapping him up close. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Bradley openly sobbed into his father’s chest, gripping his shirt in both hands.

“You’ve been doing so well, son. I’m so proud of you,” Nick whispers to Bradley. His voice hitched just slightly giving away the tears Bradley knows are running down his father’s face just the same as his.

Bradley burrows farther into his father’s chest. As he feels Nick rub his back softly.

“Let it out, baby. It’s okay. Everything is okay,” Nick says softly to his son resting his head on the top of Bradley’s as he continues to run his hand over Bradley’s back.

What feels like an eternity passes before Bradley’s breathing finally calms and his sobs turn into hiccups. He can’t remember the last time he cried like that. He pulls away slightly and looks at his father who smiles at him.

“Do you feel better now, Brad?” Nick asks still rubbing his back.

Bradley nods and wipes at his eyes, “Sorry.”

Nick shakes his head, “Now, don’t be feeling sorry about that. We Bradshaw men don’t shy away from our feelings.”

Bradley laughs and nods, “Okay, Dad. I take it back.”

Nick winks, “Good. You should never apologize for how you feel.”

“I promise I won’t,” Bradley said with a nod. He means it.

Nick smiles and ruffles Bradley’s hair, “So, how’s your first deployment going?”

Bradley shrugs, “ it’s fine I guess. We haven’t even really left yet. It was just getting everything situated today.”

Nick listens while nodding along to his words, “Okay, so how is it actually going? For you at least?”

“I’m scared shitless.”

“That’s what I thought. I promise you it will be okay. From one aviator to another. And from someone who knows. I can’t tell you a lot but I promise you will in fact get through this. You have more things to experience,” Nick says with a smile.

Bradley nods, “Thank you.”

“If I could tell you more I promise I would.”

“So like are you a figment of my imagination? Like some part of my conscious that’s helping me through this?” Bradley asks.

“Bradley, I’m insulted. Your imagination was never good enough to dream something up as great as me,” Nick said with a playful scoff. “You dreamed up a really shitty dragon that couldn’t even eat all of you.”

Bradley laughs, “Fine. Fine. But really whats happening?”

“You know what’s happening.”

Bradley makes a face at his father, “But do I?”

Nick rolls his eyes, “Son, you’re not that dumb. I’ve watched you grow up. I know how smart you are. I know your mother told you about this. I listened to her explain it.”

Bradley shrugged, “Yeah but is it real? I’m still not sure I believe in it all.” He feels a light smack to the back of his head, “Ow!” He rubs it with one hand.

Nick laughs, “That’s what you get! I know you’ve seen examples of all this, including your mother and I. Not sure what more I can do.”

“You don’t have to beat it into me!”

“You sure?” Nick asks raising an eyebrow.

“Yes!” Bradley says exasperated.

“Fine. Then tell me. Why am I here?” Nick asks.

“To tell me about my soulmate, I guess,” Bradley says with a shrug.

“I swear,” Nick says taking a deep breath. “It was me or your mom and I said I wanted to do it but next time I swear it’s her turn.”

“Why would there be a next time?” Bradley asks looking confused.

Nick shrugs, “I don’t know. Sometimes it happens twice for people. Not everyone has just one. You know that right?”

Bradley nods. “Will it happen twice for me?” he asks and Nick shrugs again.

“I don’t know. We have to see how it turns out. I can’t see that far into the future. Some things are too far away. Plus certain things have to happen to determine how others play out,” Nick says.

“So what can you see?” Bradley asks.

“The soulmate you’re going to meet tomorrow.”

“Is she pretty?” Bradley asks hopeful.

“Well they certainly think so,” Nick says chuckling to himself.

“They?” Bradley asks.

“He,” Nick says with a nod.

“What?!?!” Bradley exclaims.

[elliewiltarwyn]

FFXIV Write 2023 | Prompt #5: Barbarous

(no, I haven't done #4 yet. still struggling with that one. and with this too tbh @.@;)

5. Barbarous (829 words, emetophobia warning)

Savages, she had been told growing up about the many races that make up the population of Eorzea.

Uncultured swine and violent, primitive creatures, like the barbarians that their ancestors had been forced to fend off—barely even civilized. If you meet one, the best thing to do is to either avoid eye contact or kill them outright. His Radiance is doing them a favor, really, look at the Mad King we deposed in Ala Mhigo. ‘Tis the Empire of Garlemald’s sworn right to go forth and bring all these savages to heel under its banner and properly raise them to acceptable levels of civilization.

Those words have always repelled Mia. The mantras disgust her. She had sworn to never give them another thought, to live her life on the opposite end of that spectrum, expose the infuriatingly hollow pit that laid at the foundation for those kinds of beliefs.

She has never believed those to be true, but Thal’s balls, as she bodily drags Aldis by the scruff of his shirt through the late night avenues of the Steps of Nald, she feels herself beginning to slip and wonder if Solus zos Galvus had a point. Very bad path to start heading down, Mia! Don’t do that! That’s a big reason you ran away!

“I sssee you like it… rough, Mia,” Aldis slurs as he hits a bump on the path.

Then again… She grits her teeth. “My preferences are none of your business.”

“See, you ssay that,” he murmurs, and Mia knows he has that slimy grin that irritates her and Mylla so much, “but why would you spend so much time with me if you didn’t want me to pick up on what you like and don’ like?”

“Then you should have picked up that I hate your guts and am not remotely in your presence of my own volition.”

“Ah, a fair maiden of prrrrinciple and integrity!” He rolls the ‘r’ far too long. “What are you doing sullen…sullying yourself down here, among us rough and tumble gladiators of Ul’dah, then?”

What indeed, she grumbles to herself. “Also none of your business.”

She’s certainly not going to tell Aldis, of all people, that she came to Ul’dah to escape the sins of her heritage, her nation, her homeland. That she had looked her father unblinkingly in the eye as he held up a letter from an Ala Mhigan boy addressed to her and demanded she get out before he turned her in for sympathizing with Eorzean savages. That she had severed contact with everyone she had ever known so she wouldn’t implicate anyone else or leave any trace that could be used to indict her new identity, in a new home far from everything she ever knew.

And here she is babysitting this massive trainwreck of a man who had just decided he couldn’t keep the contents of his stomach at bay any longer. She heaves a great sigh and turns Aldis to the side so he at least aims it away from the middle of the street. This is for Mylla’s sake, she keeps telling herself, Mylla’s sanity. Mylla is always profoundly grateful and apologetic whenever she sends her out to “handle” Aldis, and Mia knows she’s not at fault, but her patience is running thin, and she doesn’t understand how Mylla’s hasn’t with him.

…But then, that’s sort of the beauty of it, isn’t it, she ponders, wincing and pinching her nose as Aldis heaves, gasping for breath. The obsession with purity back home…would have had him before a firing squad long ago. And as disgusting and debauched a man as he is… ‘tis no fate that he deserves. That sort of punishment is unconscionable.

One might even say… barbaric.

She can’t believe she’s talked herself into thinking she prefers this flavor of savage than the one back home, particularly as Aldis falls flat on his back and grins lecherously up at her. She groans, bends over, and grabs his collar again and hauls him up to his feet. “You truly are a blight upon the guild and Mylla.”

“I am, I am… and aye, she deserves far better than what I can give her,” Aldis declares, slinging his arm over her shoulders and staggering as Mia gets a firm grip on him and begins to drag him down the street once more. “‘Tis truly a blessing that you’re around to be the role model, the flagship gladiator, she ‘n the guild need.” He pats her shoulder roughly. “And you too deserve better from me.”

“It’ll be wonderful if you still feel that way in the morning and act upon it.”

“We’ll see,” he chuckles, “we’ll see. I’m grateful you put up with me as is.”

Somehow, Mia sighs to herself, ‘tis the lesser of two evils. Life as a gladiator in Ul’dah isn’t easy, but somehow… she still finds the atmosphere vastly preferable to Garlemald’s. We’ll see how long that lasts, I suppose.

[squad3-sevcase]

I Know Your Heart (10) One Minute [part two] | Chicago Fire Fanfic

Summary: Becker pushes back against Kelly and Matt’s attempts to be there.

Warnings: General Chicago Fire warnings apply. Read at your own discretion.

A/N: The tension continues to build.

🏷️: @campingmonkey @fullwattpadmusictree @fictionlover100 @deardelicatedamage @marvelatthetwilight

Becker stood in the kitchen stirring a fresh cup of coffee to nurse her wounded pride when Kelly and the guys entered. She kept her attention on the steaming cup even as she felt the Squad leader's eyes lingering on her back. Work was not the place to air their dirty laundry. . . if she could even call it that.

“Who is that?” Capp asked, eyeing the young woman making her way out of the side door to the kitchen.

Becker scoffed in disgust. She never worried about the guys objectifying her body on or off shift, they wouldn't dare cross that line in front of either lieutenant. But their tendency to think with their dicks and not with their brains when it came to other women often left her with the urge to throttle them where they stood.

“That's Mills' sister, Elise,” Kelly answered.

“Wow. When is the next Family Picnic?” Hadley put in with a wink. Becker tightened her grip on her coffee cup.

She felt a new wave of emotion wash over her, standing by and watching Kelly play the perfect gentleman for Elise who was bringing in food from the restaurant. What was his deal? First Nicki and now Elise? She didn't think he had it in him, but there he was, proving her wrong.

“Hey, let me give you a hand with those.” His smile was 100 watts, the same one he gave Becker when it was just the two of them. The same one, she supposed, he probably gave Nicki too. She knew she was being unreasonable, Kelly was just being Kelly.

“I'm good, thanks,” Elise declined politely. She smiled at Becker over Kelly's shoulder and the young woman grinned back.

“You sure? If this food ends up on the floor instead of the table, it could cause a riot.”

Becker didn't begrudge Elise's laughter, charming was Kelly's default setting. But he was also correct. Hungry firefighters were not something to contend with on busy days, especially not on Halloween. Still, part of her wished he wouldn't flirt with the candidate's sister in front of her.

“You're Severide, right?”

“Kelly.”

Elise left the trays of food in his arms and turned to the table where she placed the grocery bags. She sighed, concern evident in her tone. “Peter called, said he was supposed to make lunch and he got busy. He didn't sound so great. Is everything okay around here?”

Kelly looked behind him for Becker, then turned back to Elise. “It's just another day on the job. Your brother's a good kid.”

“Yeah, he is. I gotta get back to the restaurant. Thanks for the help.”

“Let your mom know I'll be by for breakfast this weekend. I should have a couple days off,” Becker said, offering Elise a bright smile on her way out.

“I will. See you.” She turned back to the two firefighters before pushing through the door. “I almost forgot, there's an extra meal for you in one of the bags. Totally allergy-free―no eggs, peanuts or strawberries. I packed it separately with your name on it just in case.”

Becker's smile widened. Leave it to food to brighten her mood, even if it was only for a moment. “You and your family are God's gift to man! Thank you, and thank your mom for me too.”

Elise nodded and left.

“You friends with Mills' sister now?” Kelly asked once Elise was gone.

Becker walked out of the kitchen without another remark to the Rescue Squad lieutenant.

She didn't have words for why she suddenly felt invisible in Kelly's presence or why his usual behaviour struck a wrong chord with her. It wasn't as if it were new to either of them. Kelly was who he'd always been, a bit of a player and a flirt, all talk. Everything he did Becker had loved about him for nearly a decade, he was the star that lit her way home.

Now she was unsettled, there was a storm raging within her that she couldn't find shelter from. She felt like her light in the dark had gone out.

“Hey, MC. Walk with me for a minute.”

Becker didn't argue with her brother's request, choosing to pick her battles carefully. While she wanted a few moments on her own to wade through the emotional turmoil and get her head on straight, she knew her brother meant well. She didn't have the energy to defy Matthew Casey right then.

The silence between the siblings was comfortable in a way it hadn't been for weeks; Matt had worked his ass off to get back on his sister's good side, Becker hadn't made it easy but he'd been up to the challenge. With news of what sent her away two months prior out in the open, she was finding it easier to depend on him as she always had. Matt was still working through it, but he was putting forth the effort to be there for her and she loved him for that.

He set a leisurely pace down the hall away from the common room, passing by the offices. He took in his sister's dishevelled appearance and knew he couldn't put off bringing up the shift in her demeanour. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked, rubbing nervously at the back of his neck.

Becker pushed her eyebrows together and pursed her lips. There were so many ways to answer Lieutenant Casey's query, but only one of them was correct. She lifted her coffee cup to her lips and took slow slips, pulling away from her brother. Avoidance was Becker's forte.

“No, don't do that. Come on, it's just you and me. Talk to me, MC. What's going on?” Matt reached out a hand to stop her movements.

Becker remained silent.

“All right. Then I'll talk and you listen. I can't help you through this unless you talk to me. If it's the hearing coming up or work stress or something else that you're not ready to talk about, you can't let it affect how you are on the job― Let me finish. You've been doing great out there and in here,” he said, gesturing to the walls around them. “But you need to get it straight in here too.” He pointed to her head and her chest above her heart. “You need to talk to someone.”

Sometimes the line between sibling and coworker blurred while on the job. They knew that was why family wasn't normally stationed together, but theirs had been a special case and the lieutenant fought hard for Becker to be placed at 51. He knew his colleagues would welcome her with open arms, Andy and Kelly already had.

Becker's throat tightened; she couldn't look her brother in the eyes. They sucked at handling their pain properly. She learned how to swallow it down and make it go away from him, he was a pro. And now he was standing before her, telling her to get help.

She did her best to hide the tears forming at the edges of her eyes, not wanting to let him see her cry. She was strong because being strong was all she had left.

“It's nothing I can't handle,” she said with a weak shrug. Becker attempted to reassure Lieutenant Casey that she had everything under control, even if she didn't quite believe it herself.

“Look, all I'm saying is, I know you. All right? I know you like to try and do it all on your own, but you don't have to. Whenever you're ready, we're all behind you.”

He was talking about Kelly too. . . Maybe the two of them had talked when she wasn't around. She hadn't exactly been Friend of the Year in the last few days, hell, the last few hours. Becker's attitude changed rapidly, without warning, and she knew Kelly had picked up on it. How could he not? They spent nearly every moment of their lives together.

She shook away the rising feeling of guilt and replaced it with a smile.

“I know, Lieutenant. Thanks for checking in. Are you doing okay? We haven't really had a chance to talk since the whole Voight thing last week.”

“Uh, yeah. . . Just trying to make it to the hearing, you know? You?”

“I don't know. I thought I would feel better once you knew, but honestly, I just want it all to be over with. I'm tired of thinking about it.”

“We should talk some more when this is all over.”

Becker pinched the bridge of her nose. “I don't― I don't want to talk about it anymore. I want to put it behind me.”

Matt nodded. “We don't have to talk about that if you don't want to. But we will talk, in general. I miss you, Bec.”

Becker smiled. “I miss you too.” She folded her arms in front of her chest and ran her fingers over her left forearm where the stitches still held the skin in place.

“When do you get those removed?” Matt asked, motioning to her arm.

“Oh, these?” Becker flexed her hand, watching the muscle roll beneath the stitches, pulling her skin taut. “Supposed to stop by and see Hallie after shift, before I head over to Shay and Kelly's.”

“Hey, that's great. Bet you're glad to be rid of that hassle, huh?”

“I'm just trading in one for another,” she said, flashing the back of her wrist for him to see. “What the hell was Mills thinking? Any longer and we wouldn't have made it out of there.”

“Go easy on him, MC. He's pretty busted up about what happened.”

“Easy? Nothing about this job is easy. The sooner he learns that the better off we'll all be.”

“Don't forget, you were new on the job once too.”

“Yeah, and I got over wanting to change how things are done pretty quickly. I got over the idea that I knew better than my senior officers. Why are you babying him?”

“Whoa, this isn't you. Take a lap and come back in when your head is clear.”

“My head is fine.”

“Casey, I'm not asking. Take a walk.”

Heat pooled in Becker's belly as she stared up at Matt with brazen defiance. Her attitude was getting her nowhere except on the fast track to being written up. How had her day come to this? Her morning started fine, with excitement for Halloween and passing out candy at the end of the school day. But as time went on, it devolved into Becker finding every reason to fight back against those who had her best interest at heart.

The Casey siblings made themselves at home in the hallway between the offices. Becker's chest hurt. It all came rushing back to her in an instant, crushing her under the weight of what she couldn't change and she didn't know how to handle the pressure.

The uncertainty of what she and Matt were doing, knowing their entire careers were on the line to bring justice to a family who deserved more than they were getting. Wishing she could do more for a kid whose life would never be the same again, and seeing parts of herself in the situation everywhere she looked. Becker was suffocating, drowning in a sea of confusion.

Rage darkened the blue of Becker's eyes. Her hands tightened around the coffee cup until it felt like it would break between her palms. Her face twisted in anger, and a scowl pulled her lips up at the corners. “I don't need to take a walk. What I need is people who will have my back. People that I can count on to be there when shit hits the pavement!” Becker's voice rose another octave, reverberating off the walls around them.

Matt tensed, Becker had drawn the line between lieutenant and brother for him. He squared his shoulders and levelled his gaze on the firefighter in front of him; he had to treat her as he would anyone else on the team. He pushed aside the voice telling him Becker's outburst was begging for the comfort and safety of her big brother, and focused on the one that knew her temper tantrum could not be ignored.

He let a single beat pass between them knowing her shouting had called the attention of the rest of the firehouse. Matt cleared his throat and spoke firmly, leaving no room for Becker to dispute his instructions, “Go home, Casey. Take the rest of the day to cool off. Come back tomorrow with your head clear. You're done for the day.”

Becker shoved her empty coffee cup at Matt's chest, hitting his shoulder as she left him and the weight of her words behind.

[mrhelicoprion]

Ok I wanna talk about ghosted, can we talk about ghosted? its a sitcom x-files-esque tv show, one season, didn’t last long. its all about Max(ex-professor, wife kidnapped by aliens(lost professorship because he didn’t shut up about it) and Leroy (ex-cop, lost a partner on the job) working for the Bureau Underground (x-files FBI division, Unusual Incidents Unit(SCP), Odd Squad) and like, for the first bit of the show its Max and Leroy being back at HQ, talking to the folks in the office and making jokes before running out to the field and battling bat-man, solving a ghost, seeing a UFO, finding Max’s wife, hey! wait a second, she was taken by aliens, and they found her? whats up with that? well, she gets taken in by an asylum and Max goes to meet here and within 2 minutes she slams his head into the table, hops out the window and vanishes. How cool! and, yet somewhat normal. Par for the course for tv shows. might call it a cheap mystery! but still, the jokes are good, the show is finding it’s legs comedy-wise

ok but heres the thing. one episode theres NO anomalies for weeks. Nothing is happening. Leroy gets fed up, goes to the front upstairs and tries to run it like a normal business. some guy comes up wanting to buy some hangers, in the mean time downstairs in the hq a bug wire is discovered and heres the thing! the show is LEAVING THE GARDEN OF EDEN its breaking the mold and doing NEW things, there is no monster of the week after this! every episode is a furthering of the plot except NO ITS NOT!

one episode ends with Max’s future self visiting himself, warning him not to do something he’s already done, and in the next episode the asshole deepthroat-level guy who fired their last boss and called off the office bugging investigation is just gone! their old boss is the boss again. You could say its shoddy writing, but thats just too visible to be JUST bad writing (though they’ve made some poor writing choices in the past few episodes, but I won’t hold that against hem, I suspect they’ve found out they’re fired). so theres a question of whether its an alternate universe or not! except dammit theres only one season!!! who knows what the hell was going to happen!! maybe nothing at all!

but it was so good while it was here!