#he sees so much of barricade in bee

[incogrio]

h.kai - send off ～*° °。｡

pairing: huening kai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

synopsis: hueningie feels bad that he can’t take a picture with you at send-off :((

warnings: none!

a/n: so… this is my first fic ever so please be gentle!! this is based off a tweet i saw saying that kai’s manager is much more strict than the others, and my delusional ass was like “hehe”. @/strangergraphics-archive for the line graphics :3

part two

ever since you got into txt, you’ve been dreaming of attending one of their concerts. you had started saving up money from the moment you laid eyes on your precious boys, especially huening kai. so, it was only natural that when they had a concert in your area, that you would attend.

the entire concert was a dream come true, you and your friends barked during cat & dog, sobbed during blue hour and cheered during the killa. but, the part that you had been most excited for had yet to come: send-off. this was your chance to finally talk to the people that saved your life, and you were shaking at the thought as you stood at the barricade. your iphone in hand, you waited impatiently, leg bobbing up and down as you hear their voices echoing closer and closer. cheers erupted as they first come out, and you almost drop your phone out of excitement.

the first member to say hello was yeonjun, he seemed tired but all the more excited.

“hi!! can you sign this?” you ask excitedly, to which he nodded and smiled. “make sure to eat lots of good food, yeah?”

“yeah definitely!” he responded happily. a few moments later, soobin trailed behind yeonjun, signing his respective photo card and taking a picture with you. as he left, you peeked down the line and saw huening kai, your bias, slowly making his way towards you. you freeze as he finally makes it to you, staring at him in awe. he was slightly sweaty, his hair perfectly styled save for a few strands stuck to his forehead sweat. he seemed fake, his skin too perfect, his chest too plush, his smile too angelic. you don’t notice the way he stares at you in awe too.

“hue-huening, can you sign this please?” you ask nervously, slapping yourself internally for making a fool of yourself. he broke himself out of his trance, shaking his head softly before nodding and taking the photo card gingerly. you thank him, and almost forget to ask for a picture. he sees you reaching for your phone and opening the camera app, “can we- can we take a picture?” you ask, handing him the phone since your hands were so shaky you would’ve had better luck impersonating a bee than taking a picture. huening looks at his manager beside him, who shakes his head at the sight of your iphone. kai has always felt bad whenever he had to deny a picture with a dedicated moa, but this time was different. you were beautiful, and if he weren’t an idol he would’ve asked you out immediately. he frowns, sighing and shaking his head.

“s-sorry, iphone,” he responds, eyebrows furrowing in sadness. his manager is pushing him slightly, he’d already spent more than a minute with you, and beomgyu was approaching behind him. you look down at your phone, cursing yourself for bringing an iphone, but being all the more confused that both soobin and yeonjun were able to take pictures with you. your eyebrows furrow and your shoulders deflate before realizing that he is intently watching you with sad eyes.

you look up at him and fake smile, trying your best to reassure him, “ah, that’s okay! you guys did really good today!” you say before his manager quite literally pushes him down the line. he steals glances at you before he turns the corner, noticing how much sadder you seemed. his stomach churned. even moments after meeting you, he only ever wanted to see you happy. you wondered if his manager was always so strict.

the rest of the send off went off without a hitch, all the remaining members took pictures and signed and bantered with you happily. but you couldn’t get it out of your head, how come only huening didn’t take a picture with you? to be honest, you were beginning to take it personally. was your outfit bad? did he think you were annoying? was he freaked out by your nervousness? after the send-off, you walked outside into the spring weather, feeling a soft breeze that reminded you of hyuka’s smile. disappointment pierced your stomach once more at not getting a picture, but you sat on a nearby bench and ordered an uber nonetheless. you noticed lots of moas crowding around a black van in the parking lot behind you before being ushered away by security.

“hm, probably txt’s van… hopefully they get home safe,” you muttered to yourself, before checking your ubers location.

suddenly, you heard panting from behind you, slowly making its way closer and closer to the beat of sneakers smacking the pavement. then, a soft finger poking your shoulder.

you turned around, only to see the last person you were expecting.

he bowed slightly, “hi,” he muttered. was he just as nervous as you?

“what… what are you doing here kai??” you asked incredulously, what was happening? did you do something wrong at the concert? no, wouldn’t security talk to you instead?

he caught his breath and you stood up to face him.

he hesitates for a moment, thinking about how to say his thoughts in english. “i… i felt sorry to say no to the picture, so i tried to find you after to make it up to you…?” he says, sounding more like he’s asking than telling.

“make it up?” you grow more confused, “kai, it’s okay! you should be resting right no-“

he interrupts you, shaking his head stubbornly, “ah-ni,” he responds in korean, before correcting himself, “no, this is more important. how about…” he chews his bottom lip. he could get in serious trouble for this, but the stars in your eyes made him realize that he would go to jail for you, if he needed. “how about to make it up, we exchange numbers! then i can send you pictures of my day no one else would have. but you wouldn’t be able to tell anyone.”

your jaw drops, is this real? he said it so casually, shrugging as though he just ordered a drink at a coffee shop.

“i-i… what? i mean- okay…” you say, completely and utterly shocked at what is happening. he takes out his phone, handing it to you. your fingers brush and both your faces flush.

“soft hands,” he mutters to himself, despite you hearing it. you smile to yourself, putting in your number.

he does the same to your phone, but this time, when he grabs it out your hands, one of his hands stays in yours. “i feel like im dreaming,” you mutter as you gaze at his face.

he smiles and hands you back your phone. he lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. “so do i.”

your phone dings, but huening ignores it, instead placing your hand on his shoulder and reaching both of his to your waist. you inch closer to each other, you feel his warm breath on graze your lips, his own only inches away. you lean up onto your tippy-toes, his gaze never leaving your pink lips.

your lips graze each other, before hearing a loud, “hey! i’m your uber!” shouted from a grey car. you close your eyes, embarrassed as you both jump away from each other.

“i have to go,” you say sadly, you hand falling from his shoulder and back into his hand.

he nods, “okay,” and lets you go.

you smile at the sound of his members cheering, teasing and patting his back as you get into your uber. going to this concert may have been the best decision of your life.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Rotten Hope (2)

Author’s note: Part two of the Typhus x Reader fics. I blame you all for the botflies that have spawned because of this.  this 4,595 words long. Why has this man infested my brain so much? HELP Previous

Tagged: @ms--lobotomy @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @whorety-k @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Warnings: dubious consent, attempted seduction, forced marriage (In that Typhus decides that you and him are married now), body horror, tentacles, oviposition, SMUT, mild cumflation, demon bees, please ask me to tag anything that makes you uncomfortable that I missed

Summary: You are brought to Typhus the traveler, herald of Nurgle, to speak with him. You get far more than what you bargained for. 

You could keenly sense Typhus' presence upon this world. The powerful deamon marine of nurgle wasn't bothering to hide nor dim his curdling presence to your senses as you left the space port where your ship had been docked. Your ship - what used to be your ship - was a swift vessel that did have enough ammunition to defend itself against most pirates and would be attackers. Not that they could fend off the full might of a Gloriana class vessel, Her speed could fly circles around the much larger but slower vessel. You were also hoping that they would be focused on the suffering and agonizing souls were being ravaged by the plague, rather than a single vessel of healthy, un-touched souls. 

As you make your way through the streets of the city, you watch as the plague marines and cultists go from door to door, bearing bowls of horrific looking and smelling liquid that bubbled and glorped unpleasantly. the ragged, sickly and confused mortals peering blearily at them, falling to their knees and thankful for the stew given to them, drinking gratefully as the foul substance seemed to soothe the ragged edges of madness that was part of the dreadful blight that had taken so many of the mortals of this world. You look away, focusing on moving through the streets of the city, hearing the grateful murmurings of the mortals around you, tears falling from your eyes as you knew that the horrid stew that they were gratefully drinking would bind them to the Plaguefather.

Ah... But you'd been the one to bring these bastards here. You'd been so relieved to have found an Astartes, you'd forgotten to check if he was chaos-tainted or not, having forgotten that not all of them followed the will of their creator in your desperate search for any kind of help... And you'd found help, as the violent madness did seem to fade from the minds of the afflicted as you carefully move across barricades, still in your hazmat suit, silently hoping that the uninfected mortals realized that Plague Marines had come to this world and they had ways to flee this world, this system before they were caught and either killed painfully or turned to Nurgle's side. 

You knew that you'd been spotted hours ago, and stopped at the edge of the barricade that had been set up by the Death Guard and their accompanying cultists, despair and misery pulling at your heart as you see that the healthy mortals were being stripped of their protective gear and dragged across the barrier one at a time, being taken to where Typhus was. You swallow down the desire to flee, to hide. He knew you were on this world. You had no safe way off of this world, and if you willingly revealed your presence, perhaps you could have the remaining healthy mortals spared from the predations of the plague-ridden neverborn. You walk up to two of the guards as they glare down at the trembling, weeping mortals and call out as bravely as you can manage out "Excuse me -" Your eyes flicker over the corroded metal and twisted heraldry that both of the plague marines were wearing, searching for any clue as to what either of their ranks were. Aha! You spotted it, under the grime and muck "Sergeant, but I need to speak with your first captain, he is expecting me."

The Death Guard on the left leaned on his scythe a little, looking you up and down "The first captain won't see anyone in clothes like that, it's rude. He also said that he gave the one he's looking for a certain phrase to prove themself to be the eternal blossom he seeks?"

You swallow hard as you reach up and take off your helmet, doing your best to keep eye contact with the large marine, ignoring the horrified gasps from the mortals around you. 

"No! Lady Trader, do not-" One of the scientists pleaded, running towards you and breaking the line that they'd been put in, trying to reach for your helmet.

Two of the cultists rushed the scientist who'd grabbed you and hauled them back into line, giggling madly "Now, now, don't be impatient! Grandfather is happy to bless all of you, you just need to be patient!"

"He said... He said that Typhus asked me, little Isha, to come to him while our minds touched one another." You respond, doing your best to keep your voice as even and confident as you can manage. Your grip on the hazmat helmet is tight, but you hope that they don't notice that.

Both Death Guards grin - their fused facial plates splitting open into needle-sharp maws with dozens of spiraling rows of teeth, and the mouths on their bellies opening up and laughing raucously "So he did, little blossom! Remove the rest of your protective coverings and one of our brothers will bring you to the Herald."

You nod, stripping out of the rest of the hazmat suit as quickly as you could force yourself to move, now dressed in the shirt, shorts and shoes you'd picked specifically because it would get very warm in the hazmat suit if you dressed too warmly. It was early spring in this hemisphere and in the blood-red dawn of day it was chilly, causing you to shake and shiver in the cold. "I have done as you asked."

"Darsas! Eleghra, the eternal flower has revealed herself at the gate and is prepared to meet Older Brother." One of the guards calls out.

Moments later, two massive, mutated plague marines walk up to you, one of them on each of your sides and pick you up bodily, walking you into the secondary area. You're set down before a half-dozen Nurglite cultists who begin to frisk you for weapons - as if you could physically stand up to the might of a standard marine, much less a favored chaos marine of one of the Four - before saying "She is ready to see The Herald."

You are physically picked up and carried over to a large, grimy tent where a massive marine is partially bent over a large table, speaking with the plague riddled governor and highest-ranking nobles of the half-dozen worlds under siege of  this awful plague, each of the latter looking terrified and resigned. All of them look stunned to see you - and that you are whole and healthy, especially in the grasp of a plague marine. You should be in paroxysms of pain, gasping and spluttering as the infested flies that buzz around their supernaturally fucked up bodies devour from the inside out. 

Despite his helmet hiding whatever facial expressions he might be making, you could feel the satisfaction and delight that Typhus oozes as his gaze falls upon you, dangled in the grasp of two of his brothers. "Excellent! I was hoping that you wouldn't be stubborn nor skittish, little Isha-"

At that... Petname? Lord Alleg'fel spluttered, his abhuman (not Eldar) pointed ears twitching a little, dark eyes widening in horror "L...Little what?"

"Mmm, I am surprised that you are unaware of the eternal flower in your midst. Such beings tend to be shy and hide themselves well, unless forced out into the open." Typhus purrs "While she is able to die, her soul returns to her mortal form swiftly, unable to truly die. She is blessed with psykery and an eternally youthful body. This lovely, shy flower was hidden amongst your worlds. Grandfather blessed me with her near location and we created this plague to bring all of you into Grandfather's loving embrace... And to bring her out of hiding. Grandfather noted that I had been... Lonely, wishing for a companion similar to the companionship He enjoys with Grandmother, and pointed us in this lovely flower's direction. You are dismissed. My little flower and I need to... Talk... Privately."

Slow burning horror and guilt would have caused you to crumple to the ground, despair and fury hitting you moments later. You'd done your best to stay out of the greater Game that was being played between The Four and Neoth, and had thought that you'd been largely successful. You hadn't realized that all of this was to trap you in one place, so that... What? You'd become a plaything for the favored pawn of Nurgle? As if you were going to lay down and meekly take whatever awful horrors he was going to do to you. A low, furious growl left your chest as your eyes began to flash the bright shining blue of warpcraft, your hands beginning to crackle with the power you'd long since learned to master, your voice booming with fury "IF YOU THINK-" you started to yell, the eldritch lightning sparking around your form painful enough to cause the two plague marines to drop you to the ground. You land on your feet, hissing wordlessly, ready to fight to your death over and over again.

But Typhus cut off your words "Come now, you asked for my help, little flower, and I have given it. Besides, I even ensured that the plague that ravaged these worlds did not affect the mortals you are closest to, despite them being exposed to it."

Horror hit you, cooling your fury like a deluge of ice on a lava flow "What.... What do you mean?"

"Come now, did you really think that mundane methods of infection prevention can actually stop one of Grandfather's plagues? Surely you're more clever - or at least not that naive, my lovely flower. Although it would be very cute if you are. they live healthy and untainted as a favor to you." Typhus crooned, all but teleporting in front of you. One of his massive, clawed hands cups your cheek. The stench of death and decay is nearly overpowering and makes you want to gag. It is not helped by the undercurrent of honey-sweetness that is, strangely enough, part of his scent as well as overripe fruit. "But if you try to fight me or my little brothers, I will remove that protection from them. I have brought an entire fleet with me. Your cute little ship cannot hope to escape my brothers in the void above us."

Despair and failure rip the fight out of you, and your eyes shine with tears. But you do know how to play coy, to bat your eyelashes. You can feel the desire and want radiating off of this chaos-twisted monster, and you desperately hope that you can use that to your advantage somehow. Which is why you lean into his touch, despite internally shuddering at that, locking your mental shields tight, so as to keep your emotions from the younger psyker. "Please don't harm my crew... they are as innocent of my nature as the mortals in these worlds, Lord Typhus. I..." You do not want to, but the false apology will likely stroke his ego "Apologize for lashing out earlier."

"Mmm, I expected at least a little bit of bite and fury, my lovely Rose. Of course you have your own thorns. You merely needed to be reminded not to prick your beloved's brothers when in a pretty little temper." Typhus purrs, giving a silent signal to his brothers, who swiftly cleared the tent of anyone else. "You're so used to hiding and escaping... To have your true nature revealed would cause a fit of pique... As long as that doesn't happen again, I am willing to forgive you easily enough."

"I... I'll try... Would you please let my ship full of mortals leave without becoming ill? they are wanderers by nature and to trap them in one place would be cruel beyond words, my lord." You plea, batting your eyelashes up at him.

"Wouldn't you rather have them with you, my lovely flower? For you will be at my side now and for always. Won't you miss them if they are far from you?" Typhus coos down at you as he scoops you up and sets you down on the table, pressing in close to you as he does so. "When I found out that you're a rogue trader, I was rather expecting to you to be dressed in fine clothes, with pretty little gems accenting your lovely features..."

"Such things are not...uhm... Exactly reasonable to wear, especially in the protective clothing I was wearing over this, my lord. And I did not want to worry the mortals by wearing something... So flashy?" You offer, peeking up at h i m coquettishly, tilting your head a little before looking down "Besides... All of that artifice is... Tiring at times, not to mention ephemeral. And I'd rather my mortals be happy, if away from me, than at my side and unhappy."

"How sweet of you, my lovely rose... And I do like how simply you are dressed. It makes unwrapping you much easier. You are mine, as Isha belongs to my grandfather. We will become one, and you will be my pretty little wife." Typhus purrs, pressing you down on the table. You could hear something creak and shift in his armor before four tentacles slide out from hatches in his armor, each curling into part of your pants and ripping them off of you, as a fifth slid up between your legs and the tip rubbed against your core.

You gasp and squirm, trying to close your legs and shift away from the strange sensation, turning your head away from him as your face and neck burned in a blush that was revealed by more tugging tendrils to be a flush that spread down your chest and across your breasts "L-Lord T-Typhus! Does... Do... Right now? On a table? Is this... Is there somewhere more comfortable to... To..." You can't bring yourself to say the words that burned like acid in your mind.

"hmm? Would you like me to carry you to a bed, to ravish you properly, my pretty little flower? Is that what you'd like? I'll admit, that was my initial plan, but your sweet flirtation and compliance so far has worn away my patience. I try to emulate grandfather, but patience is not my strongest suit." Typhus purrs. You see him pull his face plat off, his face half rotted near to bone as he gives you a crushing, dominating kiss that tastes of over ripe fruit and dangerously sweet honey. When he pulls away from you, allowing you to catch your breath, you see that the sting of saliva that connects you to him has a golden tinge. "I could be... Convinced to take you for our first time together on a bed... But you'll need to do something for me, first."

You hadn't expected the bastard to be a talented kisser, nor to stir up long-suppressed wants. You blink up at him, feeling surprisingly hazy and warm from the kiss "What.. What is it, lord?" You ask, not having to feign the breathiness in your voice from the kiss. 

"For you to taste a mouthful of the honey that my bees create. Considering your reaction to just the slightest taste of it, I suspect that you will enjoy more of it. But I get to share it so rarely with others, and my little darlings have plenty to spare." Typhus purrs, his hands lightly squeezing your upper thighs as he effortlessly pulls your legs away from one another. 

You hate how much that casual display of strength turns you on, and the wetness that starts to drip from your core at that. It's been... A long time since you'd masturbated, and you hadn't had sex in... At least a century? Perhaps longer. "H...Honey?" You manage out, trying to focus. 

 The smug bastard definitely noticed, from the pleased hum and the smirk he's giving you with what remains of his lips -  and he rubs one of his tentacles more firmly against your entrance "Are you certain you want to wait that long? You're already dripping for me~! And this table should be sturdy enough for me to fuck you properly on. I'd also be happy to feed you a mouthful of my honey either way."

"I... haah! Oh! Please... Hnngh..." You start to say, groaning as one of the tentacles that had been content to hold your arms down slid over and began teasing and squeezing one of your breasts, flicking it with the tip of the squirming appendage. His stench was overpoweringly awful, but somehow that did not help you focus through the embarrassing amount of lust coursing through your system. 

"Mmm? Please what, my cute little wife? Please take you now, on the table? Or would you rather I carry you to bed, holding you close as my tendrils work you open to receive me? There may be others out and about as I take you to a nearby bed, precious flower of mine. Not that I mind others knowing for a fact that you are mine and mine alone to tease and pleasure in such a way." Typhus rumbles, the sneaky bastard's hands coming up to cheekily squeeze your ass cheeks.

You’d rather not be paraded around naked for who knows how long it takes him to find a bed for all to see… But the table is hard and deeply uncomfortable as it digs into your back. “Honey please, my lord. I… Would I have to be seen by others like this, on the way to bed, sir?” You’re gambling on what his likely kinks might be, from what you’ve observed of other marines throughout your centuries of life. “Wouldn’t you rather be the only one to see me like this… Shivering and wanting for you and you alone, my lord?” You spread your legs a little, hooking your ankles around his hips as best as you can, pulling him in closer, one hand coming up to caress the tentacles teasing your breasts, making it difficult for you to think. But not impossible.

His gaze nearly scorches you with the intensity at which he looks at you, before a dark chuckle rumbles through his chest and he pulls you in close, giving you another searing, breath-stealing kiss. “You are correct, my lovely rose. Now open up, let me feed you my honey.” His four of tentacles have shifted, wrapping around your back, arms and legs to keep you in place, while the fifth keeps rubbing and teasing your entrance and clit, sending waves of guilt-laced pleasure shuddering through your body.

Obediently you open your mouth wide, going “Ahhh~!” as if you’re eagerly anticipating whatever foul substance he’s calling honey is being fed to you. Even if the substance kills you, it won’t kill you for very long.

A smaller tendril, several shades lighter in color than the others comes out from his body and presses it’s way into your mouth, and he orders “close your mouth around this and swallow once your mouth is full.”

A thick, sticky substance quickly fills your mouth, and you let out a little sound of surprise as you swiftly close your lips around the appendage, swallowing as much of it down as you could. Still, you could feel some of the surprisingly sweet and delicious substance trickle out of the corners of your mouth. The appendage in your mouth flexes and slides deeper, causing you to let out a muffled sound of surprise - the cry getting louder as the tendril teasing your entrance abruptly slid deep and fast into your core, as your walls fluttered and squeezed around the breech helplessly “Mmm-Hmmm!” You garble out around the tendril.

Typhus chuckles, his glowing red eyes dark with lust “That’s it, gorgeous, you like the taste of my honey, don’t you? Take another mouthful, and try not to spell my cutely messy little wife.” He accentuated his words with a thrust of the tentacle inside your spread open cunt. You really hoped his cock was the size of the tentacle shoving itself deep inside of you. You can’t imagine being able to take anything bigger. 

Shamefully, the nod you give him when he asks if you liked his honey is entirely truthful, and you can’t help the needy whines that leave you when the tentacle filling your pussy slowly slides out of you, your walls achingly empty. You can taste another gush of warp-infused honey fill your mouth, which you do manage to swallow all of this time. The tendril in your mouth retreats to merely pressing against your lips. Hazy warmth begins to envelop your mind and causes a pleasant tingling sensation to spread throughout your body. “Sorry… Didn’t meant to spill first time…” You slur out, one hand coming up to collect the spilled honey off of your cheeks and neck, licking it off your fingers as you peer up at him. “Please… Husband… Take me, in bed, for our first time?” You peer up at him through your eyelashes, pouting a little as you press your naked breasts to his corroded armor.

The rumbling sound that Typhus made almost terrified you, if not for the insistent way he nuzzled your neck, leaving little kisses and bites all the way down, from just under your ear, to where your neck met your shoulders. You realized a moment later that he was purring, and the tentacle that had shoved it’s way inside your cunt earlier was steadily pumping in and out of you, prompting needy little gasps and moans to leave you as he presses you hard against the table. “OH… I understand now why Grandfather holds onto Grandmother so closely… Why she is such a precious treasure for him… Mrrr, you are a tempting little treat, but I did promise to fuck you on a bed if you tasted my honey, and I tend to try and keep my promises.” You could hear the buzz of his demonic bees that accompanied him everywhere he went at the end of his little speech..

“Ah! Hah… Please… Amngh! Ty-... Typhus! AH… My lord! Hah… the table… hurtss…. Please my lord husband! Ah! Hah… Please!” You plead, the fuzziness in your mind and the pleasure - somehow amplified by the warmth spreading through you threatened to break what little control you had over yourself and this situation into tiny little pieces. You deliberately squeeze as tightly as you can manage around the thrusting tendril inside of you “Please… bed? Now? Oh!  You… You’re gonna… haha! Make me c-cum soon, siirrr!” 

The pleased growling rumble that provoked from Typhus you hoped was a good thing. “Such a good little wife I have… fuck! You are such a tempting little thing. Hold on close~!” He purrs. You feel another’s warpcraft weave it’s way across your body, and you fight the urge to resist with all your strength as Typhus teleports you and himself to somewhere else.

Wherever it is, it’s softer under your ass than the hard metal and glass table. Warmer, too as Typhus starts leaving more bites across the skin of the other side of your neck and shoulders, his tentacles teasing your breasts and bending your legs back and away, nearly folding you in half, as the tentacle fucking your cunt moves at a maddeningly quick pace, curling and shifting inside of you in all the right ways.

You hazily watch as he pulls away, his large hands fumbling with something at his waist - a metallic thunk of something hitting the floor. You're still keening and moaning at the way one of his tentacles is filling your core full when -

Something larger begins to press inside of you, while the tentacle is still inside. You realize after a moment it's Typhus' cock "Please! Husband... Lord... I... I can't take both at once! You're too big for me, I'll tear!" You plead tearfully, the pain coursing through your body so much more than the pleasure that had nearly sent you to an orgasm.

Typhus chuckles, kissing your cheeks and licking up your tears "Easy now, my cute little wife. You'll be able to fit in both, I promise. Just breathe through the pain. I'll move slowly, I promise... Though you are sinfully tight around my cock... Such a good little wife~! Good girl... Deep breaths... That's it..."

A tiny part of you hates how his praise does seem to somehow be helping you. Your breathing is jagged and shallow as the bastard continues to press in, his thick, long cock sliding in slowly alongside where one of his tentacles is already buried deep inside your cunt. It feels like it takes an eternity for him to stop pressing inside of you, and twice that for the pain to subside.

All the while, Typhus is purring lewd praises in your ear, nibbling on the skin of your neck, and drinking up your tears. "Such a good girl... My precious, eternal flower, taking all of me in... That's it, just breathe in and out as you submit to me... Good little mate. Are you ready for me to move?"

You nod weakly, well and thoroughly trapped beneath his bulk "Y-Yes, please move, lord..."

Typhus starts purring again as he alternates thrusting in with one of his tentacles and his cock, never not filling you with one of them, a filthy string of curses and praises leaving his lips as he fucks into you hard and fast.

You claw at his back, moving your hips in time to his thrusts as best as you can, the intensity of the sensations too much for you to do more than instinctually respond back, moaning wordlessly in pleasure, clinging tightly as your first orgasm hits you.

Typhus doesn't so much as slow down as your walls flutter and squeeze around him, the bastard as he continues to fuck you, somehow able to move even faster as he fucks you through your orgasm. He does, however, bite down hard on one of your shoulders, enough to draw blood.

You couldn't say how much time passed as Typhus fucked you over and over again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from your increasingly exhausted body. Eventually both his cock and the tentacle he'd been using to fuck you for what must have been hours at minimum deep inside your core at the same time, pressing up against your cervix (causing you a whimper of pain, which he ignored) flooding your womb with cum. You swore you could feel your belly begin to bulge outwards at the amount he pumped into you, prompting another whimper to leave your exhausted and chapped lips.

Typhus chuckles, kissing you again as you feel the tentacle press harder against your cervix, before feeling something other than cum begin to fill your womb, bump by bump.

"Wh... what is...?" You slur out, too tired to form the words properly, sending the sensation through the light mental bond that Typhus had formed with you during the sex at some point.

Typhus chuckled and purrs "Geneseed, lovely one. Which you will hold inside of you until it is ready to be implanted. You make a wonderful wife, my lovely little flower." He pats your lightly distended belly with an enormous hand, clearly pleased with himself. He holds you close to his body "Rest, little flower. You are safe with me."

You very much want to demand what the fuck he meant by that, but the psychic pressure behind his command - and your own exhaustion worked against you as you slumped into his embrace, sleep overtaking you.

[pilferingapples]

OK my random question for you to think over is— If you could schedule some bonding time between Jean Valjean and any one of Les Amis, which Ami would you choose? Who would he click with/who would help him out the most/who would be the best most helpful Buddy for him to have ??? Or would you need to pick multiple Amis?

(This may or may not be related to a future fic idea I have planned. I have asked myself this question but currently do not know the answer, so I am curious about your thoughts! You always have great Les Amis takes)

OK before I get into this, I want to be clear that I think Cosette does an AMAZING job with Valjean's emotional Everything, but (a) she's a kid (b) she's HIS kid (c) no one person, no matter how close or important, can ever supply all of another person's emotional needs, even if they're a lot less traumatized than Valjean to start (d) a major problem with Valjean is Social Isolation, which only people Besides Cosette can alleviate (e) that is just the start of the issues that Cosette can't and should never have to handle alone! So no consideration of adding Other Friends to Valjean's life should be taken as an insult from me to Cosette (and I know you wouldn't , but people get weird). Cosette is a star.

Also: I am in all of this assuming a setting/ series of events leading to Acquaintance that does right by both parties ; importantly, that means Valjean is sure, somehow, that none of these men are romantically interested in or romantically interesting to Cosette. Maybe it's post- marriage, maybe it's an AU, maybe Whatever. Valjean's not doing his Lion With a Dog routine about it.

OK THAT SAID, let's Consider:

Enjolras: if they met outside a barricade, I can see them getting along very well! Unfortunately, that's because without pressing political action or conversation be thrown at them, I can imagine them both just sitting quietly and reading or being lost in their thoughts for as long as they're hanging out. Even GIVEN a political topic, like..Valjean is not gonna argue with anything Enjolras says and Enjolras is already gonna say it and they are just...gonna continue to Agree and then go back to Quiet Reading Time. Parallel Play For The Cats. Valjean will think Enjolras is a pleasant young man, Enjolras will think Valjean is a restful older gentleman, they will go to the library at the same time every Wednesday and nod hello and read in chairs near each other and never talk. Probably exactly the kind of interaction Valjean wants, and not at all what he needs to get out of his routine.

Combeferre: a very strong option!! assuming they've gotten talking about Nearly Anything, Combeferre can find the Fun Conversational Trivia in any subject. I bet Valjean would LOVE to hear about how steam engines work and the latest discoveries about bees or rubber or tinctures of opium. Valjean might be willing to tell him Cool Gardening and Metallurgy Knowledge and Combeferre would LISTEN. Combeferre is sharp and cutting about Interests and Ideas, but shows no signs of being someone who wants to get more emotional or personal with people than they're already setting up. This could be a great Hobby Buddy friendship and that's something Valjean really needs! Potential Issues: if they DO run into the sort of conversation where they're debating ideas, Combeferre does not seem to have an Easy Mode. IDK how much Valjean would be willing to enter Debate Thunderdome about politics or social issues; I worry greatly that he would shut down in Automatic Defense System Mode. But if they can work around that, Combeferre could be so good for getting him interested in the outside world!

Prouvaire: Much as above for Combeferre, except Prouvaire is already something of a gardener, DOES have a Gentle mode for debates, AND is goth, which would surely speak to Valjean's " some alive people like to be in coffins too" soul. Also lbr we know Prouvaire is on the 420 Crew in any era and it might do Valjean some real good to get baked once in a while. Strong potential here.

Feuilly: HE'S LIKE THE SON VALJEAN MIGHT HAVE KNOWN, or the grandson really-- as I recall, we've done the math and figured out that Feuilly really might be in the right age range to be one of Valjean's nibling's kids. I don't know how much Valjean has ever considered international politics but I bet he would deeply resonate with the plight of refugees and the displaced, which after all is a lot of the real issue. And maybe from there they can even get into how this is all systemic and Valjean might start to understand how he's not Uniquely Horrible if these injustices happen to so many people!!! A Little !!! Possibly!! Either way,they can get earnest and emotional over just wanting everyone else to have a better deal than they got. Go Team Lower Class Orphans Too Good For This World !

Courfeyrac: listen Courfeyrac's a delight and all but..he's just very bourgeois student. He is. Even assuming we're in the best situation where he and Valjean are talking politics and social issues enough for Valjean to NOT just mentally write him off as Standard Student Guy, I suspect Courfeyrac's many charms are just the wrong ones here. I'm not saying they can't get along, I think Courfeyrac can probably get alone with nearly anyone,but this is gonna be one of the harder options for any real connection.

Bahorel: you know I was all ready to go on a big ramble about how this could go multiple ways until I remembered the ONE THING, THE ONLY THING that gets Valjean to really open up and talk about his past is watching a younger man make horrible life choices that could get him arrested, never mind about trying to get Valjean to open up, Valjean is gonna trauma-dump on Bahorel so hard in the first fifteen minutes of them actually hanging out. And unlike Montparnasse, Bahorel pays attention and gives a damn about other people, and he is SO ready to get into how the legal system is pure evil and screws everyone over. Hating the legal system is a major component of his personality! I had honestly not really realized it until making this post but wow this will, eventually, be So Good for Valjean's mental health. (I am perhaps being a little silly here but I do think, on consideration, that Bahorel's over the top Everything would be on balance kinda reassuring for Valjean; plus there IS the goth factor XD Bonus points if it's a Better Post-Barricades setting where Bahorel's taken in Gavroche and they can bond over Unexpected Child Acquisition)

Legle: For Legle, see Courfeyrac, I'm afraid. You KNOW I love Bossuet so very much but he speaks 90 percent in too-smart-by-half puns and references and his entire social presentation depends on knowing how to parlay a bourgeois social skillset into Endless Crash Space. He's super weird and an incredibly good guy For Real but I don't know if Valjean would put enough effort in to realize that! Like with Courfeyrac, I feel like this would just be a Polite Acquaintaceship. Open to being convinced otherwise though!

Joly: ..ok I know Joly is also Student Guy as heck, but he's also direct and enthusiastic and overtly sweet in a way that Courfeyrac and Legle aren't. I can see Valjean enjoying his company somewhat the way he enjoys Cosette's actually-- here's someone who will be cheerful and chattery about things that he, Valjean, does not really know or care about. I still don't know if they'd connect on any deeper level but I could buy Valjean actively noticing and enjoying Joly's company.

Grantaire: HAAAAAHahahahhahaAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAH *runs out of breath* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAAAAA hahahaha nooooo. No. Nooooooooo. Grantaire talking to Valjean would go about like Grantaire talking to Javert in the I Mis Miniseries. Grantaire will talk! You cannot stop him unless you are named Enjolras! Valjean will nooooot care.

...Writing this up has made me reflect on what I think Valjean really needs out of a potential friend and it's - someone to do the talking - shared interests, or new interests they can be enthusiastic about while he nods ahead - a willingness/ ability to get HIM to talk at least sometimes ?? maybe?? - shared goth vibes or at least the ability to understand that sometimes u__u you just gotta be in a coffin now u__u - ABSOLUTELY MANDATORY overt disdain for The Rules this is why Fauchelevent was SO good for him but I think he also needs someone who is not in life debt to him! he needs to know he can socialize with Kind New People and Not Explode!!

....and this is a long post so I'm gonna save more Valjean rant :D I am pretty sure you and I will discuss later anyway!! Thank you for the random question!

[indiweb]

승한 、 TESTING HIS THIN PATIENCE. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀╰⠀ft. needy boyf!yoon keeho.

cuidado ⋆ she!her pns. fem!reader. jealous kyo. [.3k]

+ love 'sie : req from @kizoken , my twin. mi linda ♡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀﹙ 피원하모니 ﹚

" YOU'RE TOO PRETTY FOR THEM , BABY. "

distasteful eyes lingered , like bees to pollen. insects to crumbs. predators to prey. if one could , he’d swat them away. watchers afar observed your presence much too long for jealous!keeho’s liking. a sour taste in his mouth ; termites rotting his gums.

eyebrows twitched and tongues scraped the tops of mouths , a brewing fire wisping away at his internals. though , if you were to see him yourself , jealous!keeho knew all you’d do is treat him like a child for his actions.

you were merely conversating amongst peers who likewise played volleyball , laughter rippling the waves of the ocean and ricocheting jealous!keeho’s perked ears. sorrows sulked and bodies rose , the man alas making way towards you across the shoreline.

── snaked , limbs barricaded your figure , your hands overlapping the flexed muscles of your boyfriend. delicate breaths fanned like a mid-spring breeze , hairs peeking much of blooming lavender blossoms. skinship tainted the flesh across your neck , sulking into his touch whilst continuing your conversation with your mates.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his touch , like flower petals in a warm bath. nothing could attain how his simple presence influenced your mood. swingling grins spread and laughter boisterized , a settled contentment easing the man.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" come tan with me. " paltry commands cued your goodbye’s , arm wrapping your shoulders whilst you proceeded to tease the man of his evident covetousness.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀deny , deny , deny ; his attempt at convincing. however , you knew the man far too well to be persuaded.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" you’re just so cute , of course he’d flirt with you. " his pouts were met with pecked kisses and smiles carved into flesh. bodies tumbled and limbs entangled , legs straddling waists like a prey mantis to her lover. thick digits molded the skim of your hips , swirling circles against your skin.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀" and yet , where am i right now? " loomed tones spiraled the man’s back , passion-infused kisses trapping your lips all the while you likewise giggled against his skin. confidence built your relationship , keeho knowing where home was and you knowing your person.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you wouldn’t trade it for the world , and neither would he. the warmth of each others embrace far too suffocating to be released. like a lily in a pond , you drowned yourself in his love just as much as did he. presumptions adhered and quarrels drowned.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the suns beaming rays never felt better than when lying against the chest of your lover , heart beats melodic orchestras thumping your head.

SINCERELY , YOURS TRULY Ξ ©SEUNITAS, 2024

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

You know what we need? I think we need something cute. Why not Crosshairs, Hot Rod, Bee, and Barricade with a fashion designer SO. Like each bot gets dragged by their SO to see the Haute Couture fashion shows and they even designed their holomatter avatars for them. Btw your headcannons are super cute and they’re comforting to read when I’ve had a bad day.

I'm so glad you like them, thank you for reading my writing! I appreciate you for being here and dropping an ask. I hope you have a wonderful day/night.

Corsshairs:

He would have preferred to stay home, but his S/O dragged him along, and he didn't put up much of a fight.

He was fine with letting his S/O design his holomatter avatar, he just required they gave him a long trench coat. Which was pretty easy to style.

He got bored at the fashion show and tended to stare off blankly. Or would occasionally make snarky comments about what the designers considered 'fashion'. He would stop after his S/O tells him to be nicer.

He comments that his S/O's designs are much better than anything he's seen on the runway. Telling his S/O they should have their own fashion show.

Hot Rod:

Hot Rod loves fashion and designs. The moment his S/O told him about the latest show he was eager to go. He enjoys going to fashion shows with his S/O.

They plan to make it a big day event with a special date night dinner planned afterwards.

Hot Rod lets his S/O dress and design his holomatter avatar, but he does give his personal insight into what would look good too.

He thoroughly enjoys his time at the show, holding his S/O's hand the entire time. He admires the fashion, talking about it with his S/O, telling them which outfits they would look beautiful in.

Bumblebee:

Bee likes his S/O's fashion, and he enjoys their designs, but he isn't that interested in other fashion.

However he knows how much his S/O loves it, and he'll do anything and everything to make his S/O happy, including sharing in their interests.

He is eager to see what they design for his holomatter avatar, and does a little personal fashion show, showing off his avatar for his S/O.

At the show he tries to take in all the information, he watches models strut their designs. And keeps looking over at his S/O, taking cues from them on how to react. He enjoys it, but mostly because he enjoys seeing how happy his S/O is. Their bright smile is the best part of his night.

Barricade:

He was not interested in fashion or fashion shows. But he loved his S/O and liked spending time with them. If they wanted to go to a fashion show, he would go with them.

He was never fussed with how his holoform looked, so he allowed his S/O to do whatever they wanted with it. As long as his S/O liked how they looked, then he was happy.

He thought his S/O looked gorgeous, he enjoys when they dress up for special occasions, they always look incredible.

When they are at the show, he will generally sit and stare at his S/O. He doesn't care about the fashion show itself, but he loves to watch his S/O's reaction to all the models and their outfits. He loves watching them smile.

[gemwing1988]

The Cuphead Show: Dreamstones Edition Sneak Preview 9

A/N: This sneak peek will introduce akluthor1998’s new OC, Ash the Jack-a-bee puppy (a Jack Russel and Beagle cross). And this could potentially be my longest sneak preview so far.

Warning, this preview can be mildly scary, so read at your own risk if you dare…

It was a peaceful day as Katie, Lexie, Natty, Matt, Liam, Kaichi, Ash, Aya, Daisy and the Cup family were on a nature walk in the woods and had settled down for a picnic.

At first, everything was normal, until the entire backdrop turned dark as the lush trees were suddenly devoid of their lush green leaves, completely blackened and seemingly dead. The once clear blue and sunny sky was eclipsed by ominous black clouds. The entire glade was now a barren wasteland similar to the Pridelands under Scar’s tyranny from The Lion King.

There was a sudden earthquake as the ground was the ground cracked and… a huge, shadowy demonic claw erupted from the crevice and grabbed Lexie, Natty, Kaichi and Mugman as they screamed in terror.

“Kate!” Lexie and Natty cried.

“Help! Katie!” Kaichi shouted frantically.

“Cuphead! Miss Katie! Save us!” Mugman pleaded.

Before the horrified Katie could do anything, the claw dragged its captives into the abyss and it closed up tightly, the crack the earthquake had made disappeared as though it had never happened.

“NO! Lexie! Natty! Kaichi! Mugman!” As she threw herself at the ground and frantically clawed at it. “Lee! What do we do?!”

However, the moment she had turned, she was horrified to see Matt, Liam, Ash, Aya and Daisy were suddenly stone statues, faces frozen in pure terror.

Katie gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands, tears brimming in her terrified eyes. She backed away and almost bumped into Elder Kettle from behind. However, as they both turned around to face one another, Katie nearly screamed as she saw he was suddenly a skeleton before it collapsed into a pile of dust, his skull the only thing remaining as it weakly made a small toot from the area where his spout used to be.

“Elder Kettle!” Katie shrieked in horror.

She then heard a zombie-like groan nearby. Almost too afraid, she looked over to see Cuphead, who was completely colourless and had a dull lifeless look on his face as he was sprawled on the ground. As though he had… lost his soul.

“Cuphead! NO!!” Katie cried, falling onto her knees and buried her face in her hands as she sobbed hysterically.

Just then, things have gone from bad to worst as she the skeletal remains of Elder Kettle, the petrified boys and pets as well as the soulless Cuphead had disappeared, leaving her all alone. She then heard a familiar voice.

That one once she had never wished to hear again.

“Oh, my poor little Katie. All alone without anyone to turn to. Fret not, my love. I’m here.”

“N-no…! No!” Katie gasped. “No! Stay away!”

Scrambling up onto her feet, she spun on her heel and ran as fast as she could. Behind her, the Devil’s wicked laughter echoed all around her.

“Run as much as you want, my little dragonfly but it won’t do you any good!” The Devil called out mockingly. “No matter fast or far you go, no matter where you hide, I’ll always find you and catch you!”

Katie tried to turn into her dragon form to fly away and escape… but nothing happened. It was almost as if some unknown and unexplained force had stripped her of her magic. She then looked down and noticed a golden cuff-like bracelet clamped around her wrist.

As she struggled to pry the shackle off as she kept running, Katie tripped over an uproot tree trunk and stumbled to the ground. She struggled back onto her feet and tried to continue running but a massive wall of fire erupted from the ground and barricaded her path as she stumbled back against the wall of a cliff.

The fiery wall expanded and surrounded Katie like a burning fortress. She was trapped!

She was horrified to see a sinister silhouette ominously walking harmlessly through the fire wall, laughing evilly. Much to her further horror, the Devil emerged through the flames, pitchfork in hand.

“I have you now.” The Devil jeered as he approached the trembling Katie.

“W-why are you here?! Why can’t you leave me alone?!” Katie asked.

The Devil chuckled ominously. “Don’t you see, my dear? I’m always here because you keep me in here. Even in your darkest dreams, I will always come for you no matter where you are.”

“W-well, I don’t want you here!” Katie shouted as tears of fright started to well up in her eyes. “Go away! Leave me alone!”

The Devil just smirked ominously as he trapped Katie between the rock face of the cliff and himself. As Katie turns her head away in fear, closing her eyes, the Devil caresses her cheek while parting her hair to expose her ear.

“You can never escape me…” The Devil leaned in close to her ear and hissed into it with an ominous whisper. “My queen.”

Katie’s eyes flung open in horror. Before she could react the Devil pulls her towards himself, taking her into his arms as he leers down at her with the most terrifyingly malicious grin.

“I finally have that cup’s soul and you now belong to me!” The Devil declared.

Katie trembled as she broke out into a sweat from the heat of the intense heat of the flames surrounding them, tears streaming down her face.

“No…!” She whimpered.

Just then, the Devil grew into a giant and trapped Katie in his fist, the walls of fire highlighting his demonic features that made him even more terrifying.

“YOU ARE NOW MINE!!!” The Devil roared in a demonic voice before he cackled.

“NO!” Katie screamed as she struggled in his grip. “Please! No! NOOOOOOO!!!”

“Kate! Wake up!” Lexie’s voice ran out as Katie suddenly felt herself being shaken. “It’s just a bad dream! WAKE UP!”

Katie gasped as she sat up in bed, breaking into a cold sweat. Gasping for breath, she looks around to see she was in safety of the bedroom she, Lexie, Natty, Kaichi, Daisy and Aya were sleeping in, safely in the comfort of her own bed. She then noticed Lexie and Natty were beside her bed while Kaichi was hovering close by and Aya was sitting on the bed with Daisy on her head.

“Are you okay?” Natty asked in concern. “You were screaming and tossing about in your bed.”

“You had that dream about… you-know-who again, didn’t you?” Lexie spoke, worried.

“That’s been going on about for a whole week now.” Kaichi chimed in as Ayaand Daisy mewed and squeaked in agreement with sympathetic looks.

Katie shivered as she hugged herself, icy tears welling up in her eyes.

“I-I know…” she answered. “B-but… I just don’t know what to do. Even when I’m asleep, the Devil won’t leave me alone. Between him trying to kidnap me and trying to take Lexie and Cuphead’s souls, I-I feel so useless. I’m scared of what might happen to everyone around me and I’m being alone to face the Devil alone. I… I just can’t…!”

She then broke down, crying as her body trembled with her sobs. As she was crying, she felt Lexie and Natty leaning over to hug her.

“Shhh, shhh. Hey, it’s okay.” Natty comforted, rubbing Katie’s back. “You’re safe here. The Devil can’t hurt you as long as you’re with us.”

“That’s right! We won’t let Ol’ Scratch Butt come anywhere near you!” Lexie added in. “He’ll have to deal with me and the Bible here first!”

For extra emphasis, Lexie pulls away and gets out her copy of the Bible.

Sniffling a bit, Katie managed a tired and tearful smile as she gratefully wiped away her tears.

“Thanks, guys. You lot are the best.” Katie spoke.

“Hey, no worries.” Natty replied. “You know that we’ve always got your back as you always got ours, right?”

Katie nodded in reply as she giggled, “You know it.”

The three girls all shared a good laugh while Kaichi and the pets smiled.

Suddenly, the moment was shattered as they all heard a loud scream from the other room as a terrified Cuphead’s voice yelled out: “I ain’t too worried about it!”

“Uh-oh. Sounds like Cuphead’s having another nightmare himself.” Lexie said in concern.

“Come on, we’d better go check up on him.” Katie stated as she got out of bed.

The girls walked over to the door and quietly walked down the hallway (while making sure not to wake up Elder Kettle) to go into the Cups’ bedroom to check up on Cuphead.

[alarrytale]

Hello Marte! Pleasing posted story announcing their coming up parfumes yesterday and boom, I woke up today seeing new set of Harry´s pap photos (half of them are him doing his "favourite" post-tour activity aka citrus fruit propaganda) so nobody should be suprised if we´ll get a set of fan sightings with our favourite (irony) girl because it´s just a pattern lol. Anyway I also checked when is next Louis show and found out he is having a week and half break after tomorrow´s show so kinda hoping for him to come home for a bit because it feels to me that he doesn´t enjoy the last set of shows and he´s probably tired and maybe a bit sick? I think he´ll go mia until next show in October so Harry better take care of him in between his current working process.

Btw I wasn´t around when Harry started wearing his pearl necklace but many fans believe it was a gift from Louis for 12th anniversary because the necklace has 12 pearls - but on every possible photo I counted only 10 pearls so I don´t know where those 2 disappered or where others counted 12? Like I totally love to believe some of Harry´s jewellery are gifts from Louis and it´s just so romantic like the symbolic meaning and he´s wearing it daily but also some said it might be also from Gemma because she collaborated with some jewellery company which has similar necklaces so idk.

Hello!

Hmm, i think H is papped so much now so the absence of him won't feel so long when he takes some days off with L. We'll see if he has to work that period L has off tour or not. H has looked like a sourpuss for weeks now. It looks like he's eaten,and not just ridden, a certain citrus fruit. He looks miserable and annoyed.

L seems out of it too. Idk if that's down to being sick, or if the constant travel is taking it's toll. He needs a break too. His schedule is too much. If he's not in the mood to have his shirt torn off him, he should stay away from barricade. It's hard to gauge his mood for fans, and he's been into beeing manhandled before, so he needs to be even more clear if he's not into it. I really just thinks he needs a break.

About the necklace. I don't know how many pearls there are and i don't really care. I think it was a gift from L. The occasion for the gift is unclear. It might just be a christmas or birthday present, and nothing to do with any anniversary. We don’t know and probably never will.

[thisbitchfuckingbites]

💞 both bee and partywave :0c

For Bee:

For Hornet:

And For Partywave:

[academicdisasterfic]

omg a chance to request rooney words 👀 how about a tidbit about harry trying to confess his feelings for draco and draco just completely misunderstanding (funny or angsty, you decide!)

Well. This may be more than a tidbit. Harry trying to confess feelings, you say???? Let me just add jealous Draco, a dog, and lots of alcohol to create a completely unhinged 2k story for you!!!!!

Despite me being wholly unable to follow the assignment, I hope you enjoy Bee, and thanks for being the best.

this is also on ao3

...

‘Harry has wanted a dog for a really long time,’ Cormac explained in his nasally, horrible little voice. In an act of great restraint, Draco did not punch him, and instead shot back the rest of his drink.

It was a Friday night, and Friday nights meant the Curse-Breakers all went out to the Leaky Cauldron together. To Draco’s complete dismay, these nights were optional in theory but mandatory in reality if you wanted to get anywhere as a failed former Death Eater. So he sat there, got horrendously drunk with his boring as fuck colleagues, and tried not to think about how Cormac was practically molesting Harry underneath the table.

To be fair, Harry looked fucking delicious in his white button up and tight jeans. He was just the right side of buff, with broad shoulders and veiny forearms and an arse that haunted Draco’s dreams. Draco ordered another Firewhiskey.

‘Yeah, well,’ Harry sighed, ‘I dunno, dogs need a lot of attention, right? And I’ve been travelling so much the past few years…’

‘Mmm,’ Cormac said, making aggressive eye contact and nodding. ‘But you’re staying in England now?’

‘Yeah,’ Harry grinned, ‘it’s great. Nice to be able to see my mates and Teddy a bit more, you know?’

‘It’s so difficult being away from your loved ones all the time,’ Cormac said, batting his eyelashes. His skin was quite oily, Draco thought. And his hairline was already receding. He’d been more attractive in school. He’d been more attractive when he was chasing after Hermione Granger and not Draco’s future husband.

‘Yeah, I guess,’ Harry shrugged, completely and infuriatingly oblivious. ‘But yeah, maybe now I’ll get a dog. No idea where to get one or how to train them or anything, mind you.’

‘Perhaps you’d need the right person to help you. I just adore dogs, and I am such a good teacher,’ Cormac purred, and Draco was at his fucking limit. He stood up, realised he was nowhere near drunk enough, and went to the bar.

‘Draco?’ Harry called out. Draco pretended not to hear and waved his bag of Galleons at the bartender.

‘How much for the whole bottle?’

Sometime later, Draco found himself on Harry Potter’s doorstep, holding a squirming canine of dubious breed that he had rescued from the local pound.

“Rescued”, because “broken into a barricaded facility, stolen the cutest dog he could find, and Obliviated a police officer on the way out” was a bit of a mouthful.

Draco rang the doorbell and turned sternly to the tiny dog, swaying a little.

‘Listen,’ he hissed, ‘be as cute as possible. This is a test for both of us.’ The puppy bit his finger. Draco narrowed his eyes.

The door opened and Harry Potter was there, yawning and fucking shirtless and in grey trackpants that left very little to the imagination.

It suddenly hit Draco, in a moment of clarity, that he was extremely drunk, holding a puppy, at two in the morning, on Harry Potter’s doorstep. Harry’s eyes widened.

‘Draco? Is that...a dog?’

‘Um.’ Draco’s tongue felt very thick and very heavy. There was no way out of this now. He held out the puppy. ‘I found this.’

‘You found...a dog.’

‘Yes.’ Draco’s inebriated mind searched for a not-fucking-insane explanation. ‘Ermmm...just was walking home...and found this dog. Just by the side of the road, you know. And...you said you wanted a dog and all, so I was like, Harry! The Saviour of all beings, including dogs. It’s fate! It’s destiny! And so I am here, presenting you with your new companion, man’s best friend, the most loyal being of them all.’ Draco always got a little poetic when drunk. He tried to rein it in. ‘Erm, here you go.’ He deposited the small creature in Harry’s arms.

‘Hang on.’ Harry looked at the dog, who licked his nose. ‘So...I have a dog now?’

‘Um. Yes. So you don’t need to go and find one. Particularly not with Cormac. What a shame! Anyway, I must go now, enjoy your new pal!’ Draco ran down the steps, round the corner, and threw up into the nearest bush.

…

When Draco woke up the next morning, he had exactly three thoughts: one, he was dying; two, he was never drinking again; and three, there was a slight possibility that while drunk, he had stolen a dog and gifted it to Harry Potter in the early hours of the morning.

Draco moaned and shoved his face back into the pillow.

Of course, a braver man may have gone to Harry’s house, apologised for being so fucking unhinged, and then offered to take back the dog. Draco did not do that. Draco lay in bed for the entirety of Saturday, ordered Chinese food, and watched Supernanny.

On Sunday, he was woken up by the sound of his door chiming. Grumbling, he padded into his living room, unlocked the entry wards, and was faced with a bright-eyed Harry Potter and his illegally acquired puppy in a new red collar and leash. A large truck passed by behind them and Draco briefly considered throwing himself in front of it.

‘Hi,’ Harry said, grinning. ‘I just wanted to…’

‘Oh, fucking Merlin and Morgana.’ Draco pushed his palms into his eye sockets. ‘Potter, I am so, so sorry.’

‘Don’t be! I mean, it was a bit of a surprise at all - being that it was two in the morning and you were quite drunk - but it’s really fine. Wally and I are already best friends.’ The dog gave Harry an enthusiastic lick in assent.

Draco sighed and looked at him. ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah. Happy accidents, I guess?’

Yes. Accident. Definitely an accident.

‘Okay well, I’m pleased, although I am dreadfully sorry and--’

‘Don’t be!’ Harry inhaled deeply. ‘You see, I was thinking about what Cormac said on Friday, about how hard it’s been being away for the past few years and how I really want to settle down here, now. Like, being around the people I love, and doing things like getting a dog, and putting down roots. And being brave.’

Draco swallowed. ‘Brave how?’

‘Brave like...telling the person I like that I like them.’ Draco’s heart fucking soared. ‘Letting someone close.’ Harry stepped closer, inhaling, about to say more, and then out of nowhere--

‘Harry? Are you quite done?’ Cormac appeared from behind Harry, sauntering down Draco’s front lawn, and Draco’s entire stomach dropped. Of course. Of course. Of course Harry was talking about Cormac, not him. ‘Hello, Draco, heard you freaked out a bit with this one-’ he flicked Wally’s ear ‘-but awfully good luck Harry had me, you see, my aunt bred Crups, so I’m quite familiar with canines and have been teaching Harry all there is to know.’

‘Right. Well. That’s great.’ Draco gritted his teeth. ‘I’m so glad he has you.’

‘Me too.’ Cormac threw an arm around Harry’s shoulder. ‘Walk, Harry? We need to practise Wally’s leash training.’

‘Erm, yeah, sure Cormac, I was just--’

‘It’s fine,’ Draco cut him off, and Harry gazed at him with wide green eyes. God fucking damn those eyes. ‘I get it. I’m really happy for you two.’ He slammed the door shut.

…

Did Draco briefly consider quitting his job and leaving Britain permanently? Yes. Did he book a Portkey to South America, just in case? Yes. Was he incredibly brave and did he go into work on Monday anyway? Yes.

‘Draco: one. Cowardice: zero,’ he muttered to himself as he Flooed into the Ministry.

Fortunately, Draco had finished quite a large job the previous week, and was able to hide behind a mound of paperwork for most of the morning. Unfortunately, the goddamn Boy-Who-Could-Leave-Fuck-All-Alone came to find him.

‘Hey, Draco.’ Harry’s voice jolted Draco out of his paperwork trance and he cursed this stupid open plan office. ‘Can we talk?’ Harry slid into the chair opposite him without waiting for an answer.

‘Certainly,’ Draco said, settling his features into something neutral. ‘I’m just quite busy, so--’

‘I think you got the wrong end of the stick yesterday,’ Harry said. Boy, did I ever, Draco thought.

‘It’s really fine, Potter, no need to check on me.’

‘No, but--’

‘It’s wonderful that you have someone to help with Wally, and Cormac is a very--’ Draco searched for a positive adjective ‘--determined person. I’m sure he’ll make you very happy.’

‘Draco, listen.’ Harry looked genuinely exasperated. ‘I don’t - fuck, I want someone who is kind, and doesn’t throw themselves at me, and who I wouldn’t embarrassed to take home to my friends, you know?’

Fucking ouch.

‘Well,’ Draco said stiffly, ‘that’s all fair enough, I suppose. It’s not like I’m in lo--look, what happened on Friday was truly embarrassing, and perhaps, yes, I thought yesterday...but it doesn’t matter, and I wouldn’t say I’ve thrown myself at you, and perhaps, yes, Wally was less than properly acquired, but I just thought--I will leave you alone now, alright?’ Draco went to get up with a vague plan of cry-in-an-empty-bathroom, but Harry let out a groan and grabbed his arm.

‘For someone so fucking smart, Draco, you really are an idiot.’ Draco let out a yelp of indignation before Harry took hold of his other arm, tugged him in, and kissed him in the middle of their office.

Oh, thought Draco.

…

Draco loved Friday nights.

Perhaps it was because Harry always came to pick him up from his desk, usually with a very excited Wally in tow, and they all went to the pub together. Perhaps it was because Harry had started inviting his friends, who all seemed to just accept Draco now. Perhaps it was because Harry let his hand rest on Draco’s thigh while he chatted with Ron or Dean or whoever was there, with Wally squirming beneath their legs.

Perhaps it was because Cormac watched all of this happening with a sullen glare that felt an awful lot like victory.

‘I cannot believe he’s still pulling the same shit,’ Hermione sighed, as Cormac left the pub with a busty intern in tow, shooting Harry and Draco’s table a pointed look. ‘He’s just as bad as he was in school.’

‘Hmm.’ Draco tried not to be smug and failed as he gave Cormac an exaggerated wave. Hermione laughed.

‘So glad we got stuck with you instead, even if you’re slightly insane.’

Draco mock gasped. ‘Lies and slander, Granger.’

‘Oh yeah? Tell us how you really acquired Wally.’

Draco smirked and leant down to give the mutt an ear scratch. Wally’s coat had grown out into black curls and he was getting bigger every day. He nestled further into Draco’s shins, and Draco looked up to see Harry smiling softly at him.

‘Oh, I don’t know,’ Draco murmured, as Harry placed a kiss on his temple. ‘I was very drunk, you know. Maybe one day I’ll remember.’

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The Masked Decepticon

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Chapter 4: The Act

Ultra Magnus stood his ground. The Decepticon is mostly black, with an altmode of a truck. Although... Somehow, he feels familiar.

Optimus know that look on Magnus' face. That is the face he has when he knows something is amiss.

'Oh frag- he's catching up. I need to do something not me. That's it! Be rude!'

So he said the first thing that came to mind. He pointed towards the leader of he Autobots and said; "Didn't you hear me? Give me the Allspark, or is your processor too ancient to understand such a simple thing?"

'Not that rude, slaggit!!!'

Meanwhile Ultra Magnus simply frowned. Maybe it's just the fact this Decepticon altmode's a truck that made him think that. He pointed his hammer towards the Decepticon and asked, "And why should I?"

'... It worked... Welp, moving on I guess... '

"Unless you want me to shoot that oil tank and take all of you with it. There's also some humans nearby, and I know that the Autobots code prohibits harm towards natives of any planet, organic or mechanical."

Sentinel stepped out, lance and shield ready in his servos, "Pah! Ultra Magnus, let me handle him. He's just a lowly Decepticon!"

Ultra Magnus nodded, "Go ahead. Jazz, secure the Allspark."

Inside the ship, Jazz nodded. However, he doesn't seem to be aware of a white shadow within the ship.

"Come on! I'll have you arrested in no time!" with that, he rushed towards Convoy. At that moment, Convoy realized something. He can beat up Sentinel as much as he wants. A grin appeared on his face, hidden by his battle mask, the Decepticon dodged the lance with ease and gave a hard punch right on the Prime's face.

Sentinel landed a few meters away. Before the Prime can do anything, Convoy grabs him and throw him into a nearby stack of crates. Ultra Magnus rushed forward, hammer above his head, but the Decepticon pulled out a red sword and blocked it.

Convoy grunted as he was slowly being pushed back, but he kicked Magnus' leg to throw him off balance. He quickly swing his sword and managed to put a mark on his chest.

"Hraa!!!"

Convoy ducked Sentinel's attack, who doesn't understand what a sneak attack is, and kicked him in between his pedes. Hard.

While Sentinel is laying down in pain, Convoy got a call from Barricade; "I've got the Allspark. We're heading back."

The truckformer nodded and turned towards Magnus, "I would love to fight you more, but I have other matters to attend to. May we meet again, Ultra Magnus."

With that, he pulled out a blaster and aimed at the Magnus, "My name is Dark Convoy, leader of the Decepticon. And consider this a housewarming gift from me."

He aimed it towards the oil tank and shoot it, which caused an explosion. Barricade, who is Prowl with a white and black colour disguise and yellow visor, took this chance to run with the Allspark undetected.

While the Elite Guards are occupied with the flames, the two made their way back to the base.

Convoy and Barricade switched out of their Decepticon disguise and put the Allspark in a signal proof chamber.

"Did anyone see you?" Ratchet asked.

"They didn't see me. Going inside that ship was easy." Prowl said.

"Come on, we still need to go back to the Elite Guards." Optimus urged.

"Hey, Blitzwing! Send me the recording of Orion Pax in action later, OK?" Bumblebee yelled in his alt mode.

"Oh, sure thing, little bee!"

Xxx

Team Prime arrived at the harbour where the flames had only subsided. Optimus stifled a laugh when he sees Sentinel struggling to stand straight.

"Whoah, what happened here? It looks like a bomb exploded." said Bumblebee.

"A Decepticon who calls himself Dark Convoy appeared and demanded the Allspark. He also said that he is the new leader of the Decepticons." Ultra Magnus explained.

"And the Allspark? What about it?" Optimus asked.

"It's been stolen, and all the security cameras are destroyed."

Optimus looks at his team, who nodded. This is the time.

"Ultra Magnus, may we stay here on Earth? We will find the Allspark and this Decepticon Leader."

Everything was silent. And finally, Ultra Magnus gave his approval.

Xxx

"So... What are we doing with these?" Bumblebee asked, twirling a stasis cuff in his servos.

"Let's just keep these for Starscream, incase he appeared." say Optimus.

[astro-chan]

WFC Trilogy - Character Reviews

(That no one asked for)

Optimus Prime

Pretends to listen to everyone's advice

jUsT hAvE fAiTh

Okay let's look for the allspark because I said so

*Yeets it off Cybertron an hour later*

Frustrates everyone

Including his own team

Simp

Elita

Exasperated mom

Lowkey tired of OP's shit

Give the gal a break

Bad bitch

Should be leader tbh

Bumblebee

3 edgy 5 me

Sassmaster

He knows a guy

'iTs NoT a PhAsE mOm'

The ugly one

Jetfire

Probably played basketball in HS

Told his boss to go suck it

Joined the other team as an excuse to murder his former colleages

Chaotic good

Ultra Magnus

Wants peace

(Fucking dies and has his body used as a weapon of war)

His decapitated head makes a nice ornamental table piece

Ratchet

Tired of everyone's shit

Has a decepticon bf

Do NOT upset his patients

Beautiful

(((WHERE IS HE)))

Wheeljack

'Pain in my A S S'

Wheeljack N O

What does he know about Perceptor's tight receptor?

D...did he just give Megatron a boob job?

Mirage

Now you see me now you don't

Wants to fight Ratchet's decepticon bf

ADHD

Prowl

Good cop

Not ACAB???

Almost gets his shit wrecked by fucking wind

Cog

Haha big gun go pew

Somehow survives having a big ass hole blown in his torso

Gets sucked out of a ship into the cold depths of space

Gets stabbed in the tit

Are you okay, my little cogchamp?

Arcee

Shows up outta nowhere as an accomplice in robbery

Lowkey wishes she stayed home

Her and bee have chaotic sibling vibes

Chromia

Moonracer but blue

Does not get dismembered

Will snipe your ass

Moonracer

Chromia but mint

Gets dismembered

Can't snipe your ass because she's dead

Red Alert

Didn't graduate med school for this shit

Somehow survives falling to his death

He's always alert....hehe....get it?....Cuz his name's Red Alert...and he's always...heh...alert

Impactor

Angery gay

Will fight you

Won't actually fight you because Ratchet would disapprove

Deserved better

Ironhide

Red

Thank you for flying ark airlines this is your captain speaking

Probably has no idea wtf is happening most of the time

Sideswipe

Hood tiddies

*points at butterfly* is this screentime?

Sideswipe character

Hound

Wait this guy was in the show???

Huh

Idk he did a thing?

He's green I guess

Alpha Trion

Proud single dad of three kids

Can't control his three kids

Get's murdered by one of his three kids

(That kid then went on to start a planetary war against the other two kids)

Bumblebee's sleep paralysis demon

Megatron

L I P S

Overlord is that u?

Handsome squidward vibes

Has giant self-portraits of him murdering autobots hung up around his crib

Angry at OP because he's shit at flirting with OP

Save the cybertronians...by mass murdering the cybertronians

Gets stabbed in the tit

Starscream

Puritan scum

Gets promoted and instantly climaxes

*breathes excitedly*

*pleased gasp*

Jetfire's bitch

Thundercracker

Starscreams #1 fanboy

Is shit at searching for Autobots

Skywarp

Starscreams #2 fanboy

Dies?!?!

RIP I guess

Soundwave

That guy on the radio

Shares a braincell with Shockwave

Lowkey wholesome

C00l d00d

Shockwave

Questionable morals

Even more questionable voice

Yeah. Science, bitch!

Bastard

Barricade

ACAB ACAB ACAB ACAB ACAB

GOLD FACE

Get's screamed at a lot

Skytread

Secretly doesn't condone Megatron's shit

Wants to be punched in the face

Does not want to be shot in the face

Spinister

Generic bad guy #1

Gets stabbed in the tit

Vortex is that u

Hotlink

Generic bad guy #2

Does not get stabbed in the tit

Skywarp is that u

Laserbeak

Birb

Sees all

Caw

Ravage

A good boy

STOP THROWING HIM AROUND

This is animal abuse I'm calling PETA

Soundblaster

Radical

He's gonna make you an offer you can't refuse

Soundwave's cooler cousin

Deeseus

ORDER IN THE COURT

Cut off 4 of it's 5 faces so it could get it's shit together

Still does not have it's shit together

Doubledealer

Lockdown WHOMS'T

Bitch better have my money

Gets posessed by his client

Skylinx

#deep

(How does he see???)

Wisdom dog 2.0

Ahaha that was the old me

Dude's just vibing in space

Scorponok

YOU PICKED THE WRONG HOUSE FOOL

Impressive vocabulary

Will insult you eloquently

(((Fr he's been through so much trauma; he lost his family, became the last of his kind, is probably suffering from PTSD and now two groups of strangers invade his home and start shooting at him. Homeboy has every right to be pissed off)))

Omega Supreme

Nuh uh I ain't getting involved

*gets involved 10 mins later*

Aight what did I miss?

Galvatron

The embodiment of the 'Who are you? / I'm you...but stronger' meme

Gets lit the fuck up

Nemesis Prime

*Glare*

Of course he only gets 2 seconds of screentime

[blackandwhitemotley]

I was tagged by @risoria (these questions were so much fun, thank you 😊💕) and I chose - wait for it - the rote fandom!

Answer these random questions and tag anyone you would like to see answer them. I’m tagging (not necessarily for rote) @song-of-amethyst @electropeach @alloysius-g @books-and-doodles @vydumaj @whatevsbla @lairn and @fitzandfooltrash

Which character would you want as your roommate?

probably Fitz because I’m a pretty awkward/antisocial person and he’s the same so we would just spend our days holed up in our respective rooms, carefully avoiding each other 👌

Who would be the best driver?

Kettricken’s driving skills are so flawless that her driving inspector decides that he’s the one who should be taking the exam instead

Who would be the worst driver?

I love her to bits but I would probably barricade myself indoors if Patience ever got her driver’s license. road signs are “mere suggestions” and “could people please stop honking at me? I spotted this rare bird and there’s no way I’m moving the car until I can find my binoculars”

Who would be the best at home brewing?

Kettle had way too much time on her hands during her centuries long exile, so she spent decades refining her technique but the thing is that she slowly built up a really high tolerance for alcohol so her beers and ciders are delicious in theory but also way, way too strong. and she will get mad if you refuse to finish your mug

Who would be the most likely to have a really weird pet and what would that pet be?

this one has to be Patience again. ever since she heard of phylliidae (leaf insects) she’s been hell bent on finding one for herself, and when she finally does, she chooses a nice place for it in her garden room and goes to see it every day. only Lacey knows that the reason why it doesn’t move much is because it’s an actual leaf, but she doesn’t have the heart to break it to Patience 😭

Who could best pull off tie-dye robes?

Amber can pull off anything. Anything.

Who would be the best juggler?

mmmh I mean going with the Fool for this one would be too obvious, so I’m going to say Bee, because Beloved spends months teaching her but Bee also secretly practises on her own and one day she surprises them by pulling off a trick they never managed to get right, and Beloved tears up with pride

Who would you call if you needed to bury a body?

if you think I’m going to answer Fitz for this one too you’d be dead wrong!! I’m taking my boy Thick with me so he can don’t-see-us any bystanders while I dig, and we’re stopping by a donuts place to treat ourselves after the burying is done

Which character would you want to be your best friend?

Molly, because she is one of the (if not the) most loving, kind and trustworthy person in rote. she’s also honest so she doesn’t hesitate to call me out on my bs, but she’s always there for me and when I tell her I’m feeling down, it takes 10 minutes for her to knock at my door with a big bag of croissants, and we spend the afternoon wrapped in our favourite plaid and watching derry girls

[angelswithcigarettes]

“To find a way to cope”

Summary: Morgan finds Spencer's notebooks filled with partly disturbing drawings and poems and learns once again how much of what Spencer feels he doesn't know how to express and how much happened in his childhood he never talks about.

AU: [This is an AU in which Morgan and Reid share a house (as friends). The parts can be read independently.]

Warnings: Past Sexual Abuse

Relevant Tags: Autistic Spencer Reid, Suicidal Thoughts

Word Count: 4626

First Chapter:

Notes: Since this series is the follow up serious to another one of mine "Green" (I will link it in the endnote) there can be some confusion if you haven't read it. But here is a short summary of it so you don't have to read it all and can still 'enjoy' this:

In the story "Green" Spencer gets together with Lola who abuses him following up this abuse he stays with Morgan who helps him recover as much as that is possible. Spencer doesn't want to go back to his apartment so Morgan decides that it is time for a change, they move in together in one of the houses Morgan renovated ones.

They each have their own privacy, their own floors including bathrooms and bedrooms and each of them has their own office but its not a secret to anyone that they also don't have much privacy because at some part after living together for so many years the embarrassment or shame for many things just faded.

However when Morgan picks up a box of books in the basement while looking for his old baseball equipment he feels bad when he looks inside of them.

They are notebooks, written in with black ink and he can tell that it's Spencer handwriting. There is a date on the corner, the note book is hardly a month old. He puts it away and grabs one from further down, revealing another date from eight years ago and he opens up a random page and starts reading.

"And if you look at me

Look at me for another moment

See me

If you really see me

Can you look at me the same again."

It's seems to be an attempt of poetry and Morgan opens another page finding a scetch of a person. Also in blank ink. Their hands scratching at their eyes, looking like they are screaming.

He reads another poem.

"Can you hear me screaming?

Did you hear me screaming for you? You hands burning my skin,you hands burning my innocence.

Can you hear me screaming?

In the latest night, can you hear me screaming?

Did you hear him burning my skin, his hands burning my innocence."

Morgan can feel an unsettling feeling spread through his body, these are too old to be from the time with Lola, judging by the date he must have been in his early twenties.

He looks into another notebook finding a lot of sketches and a few of them look similar to people Morgan had seen before, he figures they are unsubs and then he opens another scatch and it looks like a women, warning a gun holster and having a glass in her hand, her hair shoulder long and judging by the date this is Elle.

Morgan picks up another one, it is dated for approximately a year ago. The drawing shows their house but the windows are barricaded with wood and nails, only a light shining out of Morgan's room and a kitten is sitting in front of their doorstep, skinny and looking up to the doorbell handing in front of the door that is also barricaded.

The next one is a drawing from their kitchen and it shows Morgan, at least he thinks so, sitting at the table with his hand on his head the other around a coffee cup and on the kitchen counter are files stacked and the kitchen table is filled with overflowing cups.

There is a third, showing their bathroom and there is a liquid on the floor,again every drawing is held black ink but he guesses its blood and a handprint on the mirror and in front of the puddle and then there is a hand sticking out from behind the curtain from which the liquid drops down.

The fourth is what makes Morgan want take the notebook with him, it's a man standing in the door and by the tattoos he can make out that it is supposed to be him but he is wearing a mask and he is holding Spencer's stuff animal in his hand while wearing only Jean's and boots no shirt. Morgan can make out that this is supposed to be Spencer's room.

The worst he finds in that notebook is one of a women, sitting on a chair, her head leaned back and her arms sliced open, blood dripping down on the floor and by the necklace, the gun at her hip and the long slightly curly hair Morgan dares to assume that this is supposed to be JJ.

He puts the notebook aside and pulls out one from the time when he started at the BAU and the first drawing is of a little boy with glasses standing in the bullpen that is crowded with files. The second is a room filled with bees at the wall and an empty chair in the middle.

Morgan knew Spencer can draw he didn't know how well he does.

There are a few sketches of Morgan and Gideon and a lot of JJ. And many butterflies and with the ripped out pages in between he guessed that he draw them for her.

He quickly puts everything away when he hears Spencer walking down the stairs but goes back down to grab the one with the poem about the 'burning hands' the one with the sketch from Elle and the one with the drawings from the house and the women on the chair and for weeks he hides them in his office and eventually started profiling a few of them but quickly stopped that, feeling uncomfortable.

"What are you drawing?" He asks stepping into Spencer's office and the man shuts the notebook again.

"I don't draw."

"You don't?"

"No, I haven't in years."

"You haven't?"

"No, I am horrible at that." Morgan steps closer and it fits what he had found downstairs. The little pencil case open, only black pens inside and a pencil with a rubber. "What did you want?"

"Nothing just wanted to check in on you." Looking over he sees another stack of papers, and in a box next to his desk watercolours. "Its getting pretty stuffed in here."

"I like it. And I would like for you to leave now."

"I will." Apologetic Morgan takes his hands up and leaves the room.

There is a high chance that Spencer knows himself that his drawings are concerning and that that is the reason he is so defensive over people knowing he draws.

He keeps his findings a secret for a few more days until he gets to concerned and tries again talking to him about it but the moment he takes the word drawings in his mouth Spencer denies having drawn in the last years and accuses him of having sniffed around his office for things he draw as a teenager.

So he takes the notebooks and in a quiet moment walks up to Hotch's office who is similar concerned by them. For him the worst is one of Spencer himself, someone pressing a hand over his mouth and him into a pillow next to a poem about the lyrical I suffocating.

"There are more that hint at sexual abuse."

"He has a history we know that."

"Some are older than what happened with Lola."

"Did you try talking to him about these?"

"He claims he hasn't drawn in years." Hotch looks further through it finding more and more thinks he finds concerning.

"There are quite a lot of you."

"That's why I am here. I was hoping he maybe would rather talk to you about it. I can't explain why the drawings are portraying me like that." Hotch looks down on the page of a drawing of Morgan laying on the couch, the TV running but he is sleeping. On the table a ashtray with smoke coming from it on the floor next to the couch, multiple books that block his way and lianas hanging from the ceiling one close to curling itself completely around his neck.

"You have a theory?"

"My first guess was that something in the house made him feel captured, or even me but I am not sure."

"I would actually say that it's the opposite. That he feels like he captures you."

"Me?"

"This doesn't look like he is the one captured." He points at another painting showing Morgan standing in the kitchen, one half of his body having spiders all over it his other side being completely normal beside the fingers that in the end turn into bees and more bees flying away from it. "Are you okay?"

"You see this drawings and you ask if I am okay?"

"Besides that these drawing are definitely not something that leave you unaffected there are a few that a showing you in a vulnerable state he probably saw this before drawing it in his own interpretation."

"I am fine, I don't know why he draws me like that."

"Alright I will talk to him about it." Morgan initially wanted to go to JJ with this but she really doesn't need to see the drawings of herself being death by suicide. There is the one on the chair but also one hanging out of a tree with wings on her back.

For Hotch the most disturbing once are the two from a child, being beaten and in the other drawing having wings sitting on top of a clip, stars around them.

Morgan brings him the other notebooks too and in the earlier once its clear that he draws what he sees on cases and around himself. The poems not so much.

But the younger the note books the more it concerns his friends and random children.

Hotch doesn't find many of himself, but there is a notebook around the time Emily died that breaks his heart and when she came back the drawings change to something with more anger and eventually one that shows Spencer and him sitting in his office, Spencer looking at Hotch, Hotch doing the same but behind Hotch stands Emily or JJ he can't tell having a hand on his shoulder and covering his mouth while Spencer has a ghost behind him, covering his eyes.

He thinks long about if he wants to talk to him about the notebooks because Spencer seems to use this to cope and that is a good thing no matter how violent they look but on the other hand it seems like something is really bothering him so after weeks of debating he hands Morgan the box back saying that it feels wrong for him to interfere and Morgan first gets angry but then agrees that it is better if he first talks to him and then can offers Spencer to talk to Hotch if he rather wants that.

So eventually Morgan breaks the ice at a dinner picking up the box and placing it on the table. "You know what this is?"

"A box"

"You know what's in it?" He asks and Spencer nods with worry in his eyes. "I found it in the basement while cleaning it out."

"Did you-" Nervous he bites on the inside of his lip.

"I did"

"They are mine" He tells him, the fear clearly audible in his voice.

"I know, I am just a little bit worried about you, there is some pretty dark stuff in there."

"You weren't supposed to see."

"But I did and I just want to make sure that everything is alright."

"Yes they are just drawings."

"They are not just drawings."

"And poems."

"Not what I mean kid" Morgan grabs the notebook on top and sits down in front of him opening the page with the drawing of their house. "Is this our house?"

"Yes"

"Can you tell me why you draw this?" Spencer shrugs ones, tears in his eyes. "These are yours and I am not judging you or am mad I just think that some of these, because this notebook was finished a few weeks ago, need talking about. And I am just trying to help you."

"I don't know why I draw this."

"What about the cat? Is that Garfield?" Garfield is an old cat they adapted years ago and died.

"Yes"

"You still miss him?"

"Sometimes I wish he comes home again but then nothing is open here anymore."

"Garfield is dead and even if he wasn't dead when we got the call he would be by now." Morgan tells him in a gentle voice. "So this is about Garfield not coming back in,not you feeling captured in here?"

A nod.

"See that's why I think talking about this is good because I completely miss interpreted this."

"Did you see all of them?"

"Yes"

"All of them?"

"Yeah, I looked through them." He nods and then a tears rolls down his face. "Come on we go over to the couch for this, we cuddle up with your stuff lion and we talk about these, you can lean against me no need to look me in the eyes or for me to see your face." Morgan over the years found out that that is what makes him feel the most comfortable while talking. Either on car rides when Morgan can't tear his eyes from the road or while walking somewhere or placed so that Morgan isn't looking into his face.

Spencer ignores the offer to get his stuff animal from upstairs but he takes the thick blanket while Morgan pulls out the cautions from underneath making the couch bigger and then leans against him and Morgan opens the next page.

It's the drawing from Morgan in the kitchen, the files everywhere and the cups on the table. "What's with the Cubs?"

"I don't remember."

"Mr I have an eidetic memory that's very hard to believe."

"Sometimes everything gets dirty in our kitchen."

"And that bothers you?"

"I try cleaning it but it seems like it doesn't get better even when everything is properly stored."

"And the files?"

"It always happens when we have many cases after another and then it isn't fun coming home anymore."

"Because its dirty?"

"Because it's all tight" He tries to explain how the house feels to him. "We can't move in here."

"Is that the same thing you wanted to express with this?" Morgan asks opening the page of him laying on the couch with the lianas from the ceiling.

"Yes and- and that I- that I take your energy away."

"Okay one point after the other, what is it with the house being to tight? We have a lot of space and a lot of garden and everything, what makes it tight?"

"I don't know sometimes it just is." He tells him moving his head back on Morgan's arm shutting his eyes for a moment and then breathing in deeply.

"We don't have to do this all now if its to much for you" He tells him worried about how this affects Reid. "You just explain it the best way you think I will see about the rest."

"You won't get me."

"I do, it's tight in here sometimes, like you can't move."

"Yes"

"And cleaning doesn't help"

"Yes"

"See not that bad"

"It makes me feel bad." He continues and then hits his thigh ones. "Like I need to run."

"Like you need to run?"

"Yes. Like I have to move. Like my legs haven't moved enough."

"Because it's to tight in here?"

"Yes."

"What about you taking my energy away? What do you mean by that?" Spencer turns his head away not looking at the page but then eventually speaks.

"I am really not an easy friend."

"For me you are."

"No I am not."

"You are not taking my energy away."

"You could do a lot more thinks if it wasn't for me." Spencer justifies his statement.

"Like what?" But he just shakes his head still facing away from him and Morgan tries encouraging him to talk to Hotch but Spencer denies the offer so Morgan moves his hand down around his waist and pulls him closer again. "C'mon you did so good with the first drawings and we won't have to talk about this one any more we can just move on to another.”

Rest on Ao3 (I can’t post more words in here I’m sorry):

[perriewinklenerdie]

History repeats itself  (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hi guys! I'm on a roll (it's that high that patients that are about to die experience right before they crash. Kinda fitting, giving the fact that I'm going to die tomorrow bc of OH, isn't it? :D), like back in the old, good days. This was a request made by a wonderfull Nonnie. Thank you so much for suggesting it! I hope you enjoy it and that I didn’t disappoint :D

This fic is part of the ESIMY series (Claire and Ethan met and got married before they started working together and that’s basically all you need to know, as the fic can be read as a separate work)

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  Enjoy! <3

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Paging Dr. Ramsey to Dr. Banerji’s office.

He looked up from the article he was reading, expecting a message from his wife. They were supposed to go home soon, finishing her last day of work before she would go on maternal leave. The page didn’t read as urgent, and yet somehow, a shiver ran down his spine. He couldn’t explain it. Call it a hunch that made him abandon his work and rush through the halls of the hospital.

Naveen was waiting for him by the door, his expression gravely. The air in the room was so thick that Ethan, who was running, stopped abruptly in his tracks, feeling weight being slammed against his chest. He didn’t know what was happening yet, but it couldn’t have been anything good.

“Naveen?” he asked, walking closer, treading slowly and carefully, as though it would save him from the approaching heartbreak he could already feel. His friend sighed heavily, stepping towards to him and laying his hand on Ethan’s shoulder.

“You might want to sit down.”

“Tell me. I need to go pick Claire up from the locker room in five minutes.” He didn’t miss how his mentor’s face fell at the mention of her name, making his stomach drop in worry. “What happened?”

“Claire is being transferred to the OR as we speak.” He said, the next words being an almost exact echo of his own words years back. “She had a seizure, full eclampsia. We’re delivering the baby.”

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That day, from the very beginning, was a bust. Her head was pounding, slowly but surely rising and breaking through the threshold of her pain tolerance, causing her to reach out to her OB-GYN in search of any advice, along with some painkillers. Her vision was getting blurred around the sides from time to time, making it incredibly difficult to read charts or look her patients in the eye. Esme asked her about it, figuring out something was wrong when she misread the patient’s name while they were walking towards their room, but she dismissed her with a kind smile.

“That’s pregnancy for you.” she joked, seeing in her resident’s eyes that she didn’t believe her. Sighing heavily, she nodded. “Okay, it’s not typical. I- I would appreciate if you kept your eye on me today. I feel like something is about to go south and I’d like to avoid that.”

“Of course, I’ll watch you like a hawk.”

Light sensitivity came next. Supply closets were her biggest friends that day, providing with as much darkness as she wanted, blocking out any traces of light. She couldn’t barricade herself in there, no matter how much she’d want that, so she braced herself and pushed through.

She knew all those symptoms too well. She was, after all, treating her pre-eclampsia since it reared its ugly head three weeks ago. The moment she heard her diagnosis, she felt as though she has been struck by a lightning. It was the same diagnosis she gave Dolores not even three years ago.

Ethan wouldn’t survive it if this case ended the same way.

Claire was battling with herself. Should she tell him about it and let him worry about her every second of every day until she gave birth and the postpartum eclampsia was ruled out, or should she shoulder that weight on her own, treating it behind his back and praying that he’d never have to find out that the very same complication that took away his dear friend not that long ago, now threatened to take away his wife too.

She opted for something in between. There were symptoms that she couldn’t hide from him, about which they talked and she let him ask about them on their appointments. Dr. Weland, her OB-GYN, was aware of the whole situation, carefully formulating her answers for the first-time father.

It kept her up at night. She knew he would be scared, disappointed that she didn’t tell him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. He’d lock them both up at home for the remainder of her pregnancy, with a private doctor at hand, and treat her with extra caution. But most of all, she didn’t want to see the panic in his eyes, which she knew she’d find there. He would stop sleeping, watching over her at every moment.

Dr. Weland expressed her concerns when she saw Claire that day, hence her asking Esme to keep an eye on her. It wouldn’t be wise to send her home; she would need help in case something went horribly wrong.

Three hours later, as though on cue, she felt pain in her stomach, right below her belly button. All the symptoms she’s been experiencing that day cumulated, striking her at once with double their force, bending her in half. Esme, who was just down the hall, called out her name, rushing towards her, just in time to catch her as she crashed towards the ground, her body shaking.

“She’s seizing! Page Dr. Banerji!” the resident shouted, taking care of the fallen doctor.

“What about Ramsey?” someone asked, pager in their hand.

“Do as I say!”

What happened next could only be described as a chain reaction, its magnitude that of an avalanche. Naveen was called, OR was ordered, Claire was moved onto the bed and wheeled away. The hardest was still ahead of them.

Ethan fell against the wall heavily, struggling to catch his breath. “What do you mean eclampsia? Did she have any symptoms before that? Did she know? Who found her?”

“Dr. Ortega. She probably has more answers for you than I do. Come on, we’ll talk to her and Dr. Weland.”

His every move felt as though there were two impossibly heavy bricks attached to his feet, and another three on his shoulders and his chest. Panic began rising in his chest, fighting the overwhelming urge to let the tears fall. Esme was waiting for them by the entrance to the OR, worry spelled on her face.

“Can someone tell me why my wife and my daughter are fighting for their lives in there?” he barked the question, shaking in emotional distress. Naveen placed his hand on his shoulder, asking him silently to let the doctors speak.

“She’s been not feeling well for the whole day. Asked me to keep an eye on her; she told me she felt like something was about to happen.” the youngest doctor explained, stepping away to make space for Dr. Weland.

“Claire was treating her pre-eclampsia for the past three and a half weeks. The symptoms you noticed and were asking about were all a part of it. She asked me to not tell you, hoping that she would be able to avoid developing eclampsia.”

Never before in his life had he looked up at someone so fast. “She knew? And she didn’t tell me?”

“Ethan, I know you’re angry but-“

“I’m not angry. Right now, I’m terrified, because my family is fighting for their lives and I’m here, instead of being by their side. Step aside, I’m scrubbing in.”

“No.” Naveen shook his head, pulling him aside firmly. “And you know why.”

“Move out of the way, Naveen, I’m going in there.”

“I’m going to lock you in my office if you don’t calm down. You won’t help anyone by being emotional and reckless. Breathe, son, they’re going to be alright.” Ethan’s breathing was treading on the line of hyperventilating, panic rising in his chest even more. At last, tears fell, two trails running down his cheeks. He fell into his friend’s embrace, sobbing like he hasn’t done in a very long time. Helplessness, anger at fate and at himself for not noticing it sooner. “Claire is a fighter, so are you, and so is your daughter. They’ll pull through.”

“The last time I had to give this diagnosis to a person I cared about was Dolores, and she was dead within ours. Don’t tell me to calm down.” He stumbled over his words, holding onto Naveen’s arms for dear life.

“This time will be different.”

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Not even an hour passed before the surgery ended. It gave Ethan enough time to go over the last weeks, all the pieces falling together into one tragic picture. It was all there, right before his eyes. Edema on her hands and feet, which could be written off as a pregnancy symptom. Headaches plagued her quite often even before she was married, so he didn’t even bat an eye on it, maybe except for the intensity of them. Her nausea returned long after her morning sickness phase passed, but again, pregnancy manifested itself with a variety of things.

He blamed himself. After Dolores died, he thought he’d be able to see the symptoms and prevent it from getting worse, but when it mattered the most, with his own beloved wife, he failed to add two and two.

“Ethan, you can see them now. The baby is safe and healthy, Claire’s condition is under control, she’s stable and conscious.” Naveen called out for him, a small smile on his face spelled out relief.

Jumping to his feet, he ran towards them, catching the room number from a shouting Naveen, not waiting for anyone. Nurses and doctors moved out of his way, some of them knowing what happened, others having no idea but knowing better than to stand in Dr. Ramsey’s way.

The lights in the room were dimmed, curtains closed, providing privacy and peace. Ethan opened the door as quietly and gently as he could, his stare falling onto Claire immediately. She smiled at him lazily, watching his every move in anticipation. He strode towards her, sitting at the edge of the bed and taking her hand in his, rising it to his lips and kissing it, over and over again, saying silent prayers of gratitude. Tears started running down his cheeks again, wetting her skin, his shoulders shaking as he let out all the emotions.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, choking on her words, her face wet with tears too. He looked up at her, shaking his head.

“No. It’s my fault. I- I somehow attract tragedy. My Mother, Naveen, Dolores… and now you.” She looked at him confused, not understanding his reasoning at first, only seconds later did she remember his thought process, her eyes filling with horror.

“Ethan, that’s none of your fault. I won’t be sitting here, letting you blame yourself for something completely out of your control.” She grabbed him by the sides of his face, hauling him onto her, pressing their lips together and lingering there, connecting them, again and again. “Your Mother wasn’t your fault.” Kiss on the nose. “Naveen wasn’t your fault.” Kiss on the forehead. “Dolores wasn’t your fault.” She kissed both his cheeks, catching his tears.  “I wasn’t your fault, and neither was she.” She cried, her voice getting thick from tears. Her head crooked towards his left, pointing towards their daughter.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his words stabbed her like a knife that she herself was holding against her heart. She knew he’d ask, but she wasn’t prepared for it, no matter how many times she rehearsed it in her head.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” She explained after a moment, biting her lip in shame. “I thought if I can get through this and not have any complications, you’d never have to find out. Especially with how it ended for Dolores…”

“There isn’t a single thing in this world more important to me than you two. Whatever it is, however hard it gets, I want to be there for you. For both of you.”

Both of them cried silently, embracing each other as closely as they dared, refusing to let the other get away even for a mere inch. Silent comfort, not needing any words, only each other, alive and well.

The soft sound of wailing pulled them out of their little bubble, pulling their attention towards the crib by the bed. Ethan stood up, walking over to look inside, Claire peaking from her position on her bed.

A little girl was staring up at him, her eyes blue and curious. She couldn’t smile yet, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t see how at peace she was. Perfectly fine.

His whole family was perfectly fine.

“Katherine…” he muttered, running the outer edge of his index finger along his daughter’s cheek softly.

“She looks like a Katherine to you?” Claire asked, humor in her voice. He nodded, turning to his wife. “I was thinking of Isabelle.”

“We can compromise.” He embraced her, kissing her head tenderly.

“Katherine Isabelle Ramsey. Perfect.”

[geminiofpluto]

So I’m going to talk about Transformers Earthrise

I kinda just wrote each thing after each episode so I won’t forget much.

I’m writing what I remember from each episode

🚨SPOILERS AHEAD🚨

Episode 1: Elita is cool as ever, freeing Decepticons and pulling out “Freedom is the right of all sentient beings” on Jetfire when he was questioning why she wanted to free them.

And then Steeljaw :( He was in cassette mode when they were hurting him. Makes me sad thinking about it. If Blaster is going to make an appearance, I hope Steeljaw will be with him.

Also, I need to know what’s up with Megatron having Ultra Magnus’s head on his table and just talking to him like a normal conversation.

There’s a happy Red Alert moment when he talks about how happy he is to have someone on their team who can fly. I’m calling for a Red Alert and Jetfire friendship.

Megatron acknowledges that Elita is a good leader and saying she could’ve been leaderbof the Autobots instead,. He may have started a war but he still knows what’s good.

The bots at Section 12... I loved them, they were so nice to Megatron and were admiring him a lot. It’s easy to tell it hurt him very much to have to “sacrifice” them for the project. I’m pretty sure all of us were sad. Those three bots were very nice.

Episode 2:

Elita is once again acknowledged by Megatron she is a good leader. He even called her Ariel. I’m wondering if we’ll see the past between them.

When Megatron put them in the cylinder thingies, the Decepticons the Autobots frees the first episode came to save them.

The bot even said “Til all are one”

And Skyfire... this huge dude really did just fall against the glass wall while they were trying to escape all stealth mode.

Luckily Skytread let them escape. It was funny when he asked one of them to punch cause Chromia was like “on sight, bro” and went for it. Like I love Chromia. :D

We also get to see our bots on the Ark again! And we get to see the mercenaries too.

We get to see conehead seekers again dudes! And this is my first time seeing Doubledealer on the screen(might be his first time? I honestly don’t know)

What’s with the gray colored Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Hound? But yet again, it could just be reusing the same models.

Where’s tiny man Prowl? Where’s Ratchet?

When G. Bumblebee said “Where’s the ugly looking one?”, I was like “sir, you looked in a mirror lately?”

Quintessons! And for some reason, blue spirit mask looking Deseeus just cut off all the Qunitesson other faces just cause she wanted a consensus? Damn

Episode 3: Oh no sad Optimus. D:

BUMBLEBEE!! HE’S GOT THE SIGIL NOW!!

Ooh Ratchet and Wheeljack are working together.

“Bumblebee is correct-“

“I am?!”

Ayyy more Elita and co, they even got a bunch of Decepticon with them. Oop the Reflector with the scars is named Scrapface.

Elita seems more chill with Jetfire now. More friendships! I really like seeing Elita and her group.

Also the Autobots found the Nebulon station.

THERE’S SOMETHING ON THE STATION! WHAT THE FAQ IS ON THE STATION

Bee and Prime walked through the space bridge, and the other side of beautiful. It’s got a similar terrain like Earth’s. It’s leafy and green and colorful.

Oop it’s a giant scorpion on the ship. Is it Scorponok?

Yep it’s Scorponok.

Elita and co are going to stop the remaining Decepticons from getting harvested by the Shockwave. How nice of them :3

ONEGA SUPREME! oh wait dangit it’s a mirage.

Damn Scorponok is tall. He looks like Devestator and RID01 Megatron had a baby.

So Megs finally caught up with the Ark.

Episode 4: I love Ironhide. He may have few moments, but he’s still my fav.

Optimus noooooo

Bumblebee was trying to help, but Optimus is over here being a worried dad.

Ooh, Megatron really shot Scorponok to say “Optimus Prime is mine!”

Soundwave has unleashed his cat :0

Prime’s just trying protect his kids.

So they got knocked out from the blast, and Ravage was sniffing Starscream to check if he was alive, but the dude shoved him off. Rude, he making sure you live.

He thinks Megs is dead so now he’s leader.

Now Prime and Megatron are stuck in a room together, and now they’re talking. Megatron’s got a girder in his chest and he slowly dying.

Here’s a picure I got of the scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

The bots and cons are working together now! S not for now though.

Then Starscream starts talking shit to Megs and when he’s done talking about how he’d be a better leader, he says “What’s your argument?”

Megatron just shoots him. Ravage then checks on him again, but he shoves him off again. Why is he so rude?

Oop bots be out here calling Megatron a Quintesson and he’s offended. Quite hilarious

Starscream is really taking command and tossing Barricade aside. Starscream I love you but push him again and I’ll fight you.

So now something happened to the Nemesis ship, or perhaps it was the Ark.

Episode 5: Alpha Trion and Sky Lynx!! Sky Lynx wants to be a Prime too.

So the Autobots are in the Dead Universe. Sky Lynx is still alive and can apparently hear all.

Andddd he’s got some spiritual power and talking to Optimus now.

Sky Lynx is now humbled, I think he’s gonna join the Autobots.

So Megatron alive and he’s boutta pimp slap him.

GALVATRON?! where’d he come from?!

Sky Lynx is really making sad.

And now Galvatron doing the same spiritual thing to Megatron.

OP, let Sky Lynx go with you! Let him be redeemed.

Now Sky Lynx seems to be mentoring OP.

Optimus, Elita isn’t dead! She’s alive!

Yes, Megan. Don’t trust Galvatron! He’s trying to make you kill the bae.

Damn I keep forgetting how much the arena hurt Megatron mentally. :(

Ah yes, OP comforting Sky Lynx

Dang Galvatron don’t got them lips.

Woah the hate plague appears again? Damn Megan what you doing?

Sky Lynx NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

What what Unicron and the golden discs! And now the bots are before Earth. It’s building up to Kingdom!

Episode 6: Megatron still after OP I see.

Wow Arcee strong enough to chokehold Starscream. ,,•^•,,

YES COG, QUESTION OP. Optimus, why you holding a gun to Megatron, trying to force him to accept your apology and forgive you.

COG NOOOOOOO

ah yeah more Elita and co screentime.

Shockwave stalking Elita with a invisibility cloak

And now OP and Megatron yelling and fighting. OP’s officially lost it guys

Ooh Bumblebee is taking charge

Ooh the mercenary gray Wheeljack is named Exhaust and the gray Bumblebee is named Bug Bite

Lol Elita tripped on air. Nvm it was Shockwave.

Shockwave actually believes Elita knew the Guardians.

And now Elita and her team have been compromised. :(

Doubledealer nooooo. Deseeus better let him go

COG, YOU’RE ALIVE?!

okay so Spinister caught Elita’s team, Shockwave has Elita.

COG NOOOO! cog :,(

ELITA NOOOO

EVERYONE NOOOOOOOOO :,,,,0

oh shit Megs got the Matrix, and he calling OP Orion

YEAH BEE! SHOOT MEGS

oh no he got away with the Matrix

Ooh Earth!

RAPTOR! RAPTOR! DINOBOT!!!!!

I finished it ;-; Hope you guys liked the show cause I think it was good.

I miss Cog and Elita ;-;

Also very sad there’s no Sunstreaker

[yelena-bellova]

Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Family Reunion

Series Masterlist

Plot: The First Order catches up to the Solos and chaos ensues, along with surprising revelations and run-ins.

Warnings: Light violence and angst galore.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Surprise! Two chapters in one week! I was motivated to finish this one so that I could start on the next one. Enjoy!

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“What do you mean you’re leaving?!”


“Uncle Luke says he wants me to train as a Jedi. Can you believe it?”

Ben was 14 and Y/n 11 when Luke Skywalker paid the Solos a visit to their home on Chandrila. They didn’t see their uncle often but when he came, he came with plenty of stories to tell. But this time, Luke had come to have a private discussion with Han and Leia before pulling Ben into it as well. Y/n had had her ear pressed against the door of her mother’s office trying to hear their conversation before remembering the door was soundproof. She waited anxiously in their kitchen, listening to C3-PO drone on about something she didn’t care about enough to remember. A while later Ben exited, looking simultaneously excited and sorrowful, and took her out to the backyard.

“But-but you can’t just leave! What about me and Mom and Dad and Chewie?” she cried, gesturing to their home.

“Y/n, this is something I have to do. You know how badly I want to be a Jedi and now I have the chance.” Ben responded, “And you can too.”

Y/n’s brows drew together, “What are you talking about?”

“Tell Uncle Luke that you can use the Force, he’ll want to train you too!” Ben said, hope rising in his voice.

Y/n groaned and covered her face with her hands, “Ben, what have I been telling you for years? I don’t want these powers, I didn’t ask for them and I don’t want anybody to know!”

“I don’t understand why you want to keep this hidden. If you use them right, they’re nothing to be afraid of. And if you came, we wouldn’t have to be separated.” Ben argued, gesturing between the two of them.

“Last time I used them, I slammed you into a control panel. They are most definitely something to be afraid of, and I’m not going to risk hurting anyone again.” Y/n replied, ‘I love you Ben, I don’t want you to go but I can’t follow you.”

Ben shook his head and his eyes bore into her, “You’re being selfish, you could become something great and you’re choosing to sit here and do nothing. Never mind the fact that I’m asking you to come with me and-

“BEN, DROP IT! I’M NOT GOING!” Y/n yelled, probably loud enough for their family to hear from inside.

Brother and sister glared at each other, silently facing off in a battle that nobody would win. Deep down, Ben was scared at the prospect about being without her by his side. And deep down, Y/n wanted to go with him and train. She wanted to learn about the Force and how to control her powers. She also didn’t want her and Ben to be separated, she couldn’t remember a life without her brother.

Finally, a tearful Y/n broke and closed the distance between them in a desperate hug, “Please don’t leave me.”

Ben sighed and tried to keep his tears at bay, but he couldn’t control his emotions when it came to his sister. He pulled her tight in his arms and the siblings sobbed together, dreading the near future in which their family would be split apart.

—-

Luke gave Ben one last week with his family before returning to collect him. Han still had reservations about sending their son away, but Leia was convinced that Luke could provide Ben knowledge they couldn’t. She was also sure that he could prevent and protect Ben from going down the road their own father had. Y/n was the only one who was wholly convinced it was a terrible idea, even if it was for her own selfish reasons of not wanting him to leave. But she knew Ben was strong with the Force and that he had potential to be a great Jedi, he could be what she was too scared to be.

So with tears shed, a bag packed and a promise to come back a Jedi, Ben Solo left home.

Communication wasn’t allowed so Y/n became very lonely, 3PO and Chewie couldn’t fill the hole in her life Ben had left. Till one night when she was reading in her room, she felt her brother calling out to her through the Force. He was trying to reassure her that he was okay and still with her. From there on out, though they couldn’t properly converse, they’d reach out to let each other know they were there.

Y/n grew up becoming a contradictory combination of her father and mother. She was strong-willed, independent and diplomatic like her mother, yet reckless, sarcastic and blunt like her father. She assisted Leia with political matters, accompanying her to senate hearings the older she got and enjoyed learning how the government worked. But she loved learning to fly and fire a blaster just as much when she’d return home to Han and Chewie. She’d even begun to use the Force in her everyday life, just small things like levitating a book or pen towards her. She knew Ben would call it a waste of her powers but if this was the speed of learning she was comfortable with, he’d have to get over it.

One night, when she was 20, she woke up gasping as if the air had been stolen from her lungs. For once, she hadn’t been awoken by the usual daunting dream that plagued her. There hadn’t been anything but an overwhelming feeling that something was terribly wrong, naturally she reached out to Ben to make sure he was okay.

There was no answer.

He always answered her. Day or night, he always made sure she knew he was there. She kept trying, calling his name out continuously as if trying to get his attention. Nothing. Y/n knew she was strong enough in the Force to trust her instincts, if she thought something was wrong with Ben then there probably was. That was enough for her to jump out of bed, start dressing herself and tiptoeing out of her room. Her parents wouldn’t allow her to go so she saw no point in alerting them to her departure, the same went for Chewbacca and 3PO.

She quietly exited the house unnoticed and navigated her way through the pitch black night using a flashlight. She knew what ship would get her to Ben faster, though she knew her Dad would probably disown her for flying it. Without a second thought, she pushed the button to lower the ramp to the Falcon and entered it. Y/n had flown it a few times with supervision and co-piloted for her father several times. But never on her own to an unknown location at night, but there was a first time for everything. She didn’t even know the coordinates of where Uncle Luke had set up his training academy, just that it was somewhere on Yavin 4. She settled in the captain’s chair and powered the ship up before closing her eyes, reaching out to Ben one last time. No answer.

“Alright, then I’m coming to you…” she muttered to herself as she brought the ship off the ground and into the night sky, “Please be okay, Ben…”

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“Where the hell are they?!” I exclaimed, Finn and my dad shaking their heads in confusion.

“I left Rey in the bar, I thought she’d go back to you guys,” Finn explained.

“Bee must’ve followed her, I can’t believe I took my eyes off of him.” I chastised myself, Poe was going to rise from the grave and kill me for losing his droid.

“Han, Y/N, follow me!” Maz ordered from a few steps above us, our party quickly turned and followed her back into the castle. She led us through the mostly emptied bar and down the dark hallway I’d seen her disappear into earlier. We headed down a large staurcase into a dimly lit, slightly ominous room with a small chest at the end of it. Maz ran ahead of us and opened it, pulling out an object,

“I kept it locked away.”

Dad looked like he’d been transported back in time, “Where did you get that?”

“I-is that...?” I stuttered as I stared at the lightsaber, shining as if it was brand new.

“Another story for another time,” Maz answered quickly before turning to Finn and placing the weapon in his hands, “Take it, find your friend!”

Clearly it would be a while till we heard her tale as the castle shook. It had just taken heavy fire, and it wasn’t hard to guess from who...

“Those beasts!” Maz exclaimed, “They’re here!”

“Shit,” I whispered, “We have to find Rey and BB-8, now!”

The five of us headed back up the staircase, me, Chewie and Dad heading up first with blasters drawn. What we emerged to see was a conplete 180 from the scene we’d left only moments ago. First Order ships were roaming the sky, shooting what remained of Maz’s once beautiful castle. Dad pulled me out from under the debris and placed himself as a human shield in front of me. He shot at incoming troopers to his right, while I took down the ones to our left.

“Come on Chewie!” Dad yelled as the three of us made our way through the rocky battlefield.

“Remember when I was a kid,” I yelled as we ran through the architectural wreckage, “And you used to tell me stories about fighting in the war?”

“Yeah?” Dad yelled back as we dodged enemy fire.

”And I said I wanted to fight the bad guys with you one day?” I continued, loud enough to still be heard over the overhead TIE.

We dove behind a large chunk of debris just as a shot was only a few feet away from taking us out of the game for good. I slammed my back against the piece of rock panting,

“Not as fun as I thought it was going to be.” I remarked, causing my father to laugh before resuming firing.

We formed a barricade of sorts, me and Dad each taking a side while Chewie stood between us so we were covered from all angles. Good news was that we all knew what we were doing so there weren’t many close calls. The three of us worked together like a well oiled machine and if we weren’t fighting for our lives, I’d start to ache for the days where we weren’t separated.

“Hey,” Dad motioned to Chewie’s bow caster, “Can I try that?”

Chewe handed it to him and Dad peeked out from behind our cover to take a shot, sending troopers flying back a couple feet.

“I like this thing.” Dad remarked, handing the weapon back to Chewie as I scanned the battlefield for Finn. I was shocked to see him taking troopers down one by one with the lightsaber. He was surprisingly good for someone who’d never picked one up. Until one came at him with an electric mace and Finn had to swing wildly to dodge him.

I took off running, ignoring my dad and Chewbacca yelling my name. I trusted them to cover me as I crossed the field to Finn. He was simply outmatched against the trooper who had just shocked him with his weapon and sent Finn flying back. From the angle I was coming at, I was going to be right behind the trooper, allowing me the element of surprise. He was raising his mace above Finn, ready to kill and not simply injure. Without thinking, I holstered my blaster and unlatched my lightsaber from the inside of my jacket before igniting it. I took hold of the Stormtrooper’s shoulder and pulled him back into the blue blade, the end sticking out of his chest. Once I was sure he was dead, I pulled the blade out and wrenched him to the side to reveal a stunned Finn staring up at me. I deactivated the saber and latched it back inside my jacket before helping my friend up,

“Don’t mention this to a soul.”

Finn nodded passively as he tried to catch his breath, we turned to see my dad and Chewbacca jogging towards us. They wore the same shocked expressions Finn did and I realized that it was highly likely my secret was out of the bag.

“You guys okay?” Dad asked, Finn and I nodded.

“What are the odds you guys didn’t see that?” I inquired, my dad opened his mouth to respond, “Y’know what, never mind...”

Before anyone could say anything else, a battalion of troopers surrounded us with blasters drawn.

“Don’t move,” one of them ordered, “TK-338, we have targets in custody!”

A few came forward and ripped our weapons out of our hands, I had to stop from launching myself at them when they took Luke’s lightsaber from Finn. Luckily, they didn’t know that mine was still safely with me. Unfortunately, I knew it was a stupid idea to try and fight my way out of this. We put our hands behind our heads and the troopers began leading us away. We still didn’t have Rey or BB-8 with us. We’d failed, no, I’d failed. Failed my mother, failed Poe, failed the Resistance, failed the galaxy...Not only that but I’d managed to drag Finn, my father and Chewie into this and was now marching them toward their death. I’d never felt so defeated in my life. The First Order would find BB-8 somehow, they’d get the map and they’d probably kill Luke. I had singlehandedly doomed the galaxy to-

“It’s not your fault, kid,” Dad mumbled to me quiet enough so the troopers wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, it is...” I replied dejectedly.

We hadn’t gotten that far before one of the troopers announced they were getting some sort of reading. The one leading us shouted orders for the battalion to move and most of them ran ahead of us. I looked out onto the nearby lake to see off in the distance, a line of ships were skimming the water. I grinned and waited for them to get closer, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing,

“It’s the Resistance.”

The X-Wing fleet extended their wings and rose to meet the TIE’s that were coming in their direction. The shooting began and I chuckled, I didn’t see one shot even graze one of our ships. The First Order was definitely screwed when it came to our pilots, they were incredible. As one of the X-Wing’s got closer, the troopers around us took aim and the ship fired single fatal shots at each of them. The four of us hurried to find our respective weapons and started taking out troopers. I opted for my blaster instead of the lightsaber, I didn’t need any of our pilots seeing that from the skies and having questions. Finn had grabbed one of the Stormtrooper’s blasters and I had to admire the irony of the moment. The very weapon he’d been taught to use against people like me was now being used to take down his former organization. It only made me have more admiration for my new friend, Poe had been right to trust him.

As we fired back at the troopers, I heard an X-Wing soar right above me. I looked up to see the ship take out two TIE’s while trailing a third, though it only lived a few seconds more. The X-Wing then blasted three troopers nearby before doing a showman style loop and taking out more TIE’s. It was strangely beautiful to watch. I breathlessly laughed, Finn cheered and yelled,

”That’s one hell of a pilot!”

I’d only ever seen that style of flying, reckless yet somehow perfectly executed, from one person...And it was an impossibility that it could be him.

The troopers were almost completely eliminated so I went to find my dad. There was one he didn’t see coming but already had their gun aimed at him, I shot my arm out and ended his pursuit. Dad whipped around and came to meet me, pulling me into his arms,


“You good?”

”Yeah,” I pulled away to examine him, “You?”

He froze suddenly, his gaze no longer on me and trained on something else. I turned to see one of the last things I’d wanted or expected to see.

My brother carrying a limp Rey onto his ship.

Time itself had stopped, my ears rang blocking out the sound of X-Wing and TIE fire. Underneath the menacing looking mask rested the person I’d once loved most in the galaxy. This was the closest I’d been to him in years and out of familial instinct, I let go of my father and took a step towards him. He had Rey, he couldn’t leave with her and I couldn’t lose her. A step was the furthest I got as my dad pulled me back and kept a firm grip,

“Y/n, no...”

I fought against him as much as I had the strength to, but knew it was a waste of energy. He wasn’t about to let me get killed for a momentary lapse in judgement, he couldn’t lose both his children. I knew I wouldn’t be able to save Rey, I’d have to wait till we got back to base and figure something out. For now, I rested against my father’s chest and let myself feel like a small child again. The two of us watched Ben disappear into his ship and it fly off, taking what little comfort we could find in one another.


“NO!! REY!!”

Finn’s voice broke me out of my stupor and I groggily turned to see him standing a couple hundred feet away from us. He spotted us and ran over, I broke from my father to meet him in the middle.

“He took her. Did you see that? He took her! She’s gone!”

“I know, I know...” I replied, gripping Finn’s arms to stabilize the both of us, “We’ll get her back, hey, look at me.”

His eyes met mine tearfully, “We’re gonna get her back.” I enforced.

Y/N! Finn!

We both turned to see BB-8 rolling towards us as fast as he could,

“Bee!”

I kneeled down to meet him, holding his round body to mine as he let out a round of happy beeps. At least we hadn’t lost everyone, and we hadn’t lost what we had of the map. Overhead, a Resistance transport was preparing to land and I knew who would be waiting on the other side of its doors. I jogged over towards its landing spot and saw my dad and Chewie waiting ahead of me. The transport doors opened and soldiers began filing out, giving me nods and acknowledgements as they went to survey the damage.

And in the middle of the landing party was my mother.

My body instantly relaxed, I’d never been so happy to see her in my life. Even though everything was falling apart and my heart was broken, my mother’s warm presence made it feel like we’d be okay. Then again, she’d just made eye contact with my father for the first time in six years. Things stood a chance at being very very not okay. I watched them from a distance, it was if they were trying to communicate six years of emotions into one long gaze. It was heartbreakingly beautiful in a way...

“Goodness! Han Solo!”

Until someone ruined it.

“It is I, C3-PO! You probably don’t recognize me because of the red arm,” he droned on before turning to my mother, “Look who it is, did you see who?”

Mom raised her eyebrows at him, a small smile playing on her lips. Though I loved the droid dearly, subtlety was not his strong suit...

“Mistress Solo! Oh, how wonderful it is to see you again,” he announced as he waddled his way to me, “When you and Commander Dameron did not report back to base we feared the-“

“It’s good to see you too, 3PO.” I greeted, patting his colorful arm as I walked past him to meet my mother. I’d missed the interaction between my parents but I was renewed by the sight of Chewbacca embracing Mom. Once she caught me out the corner of her eye, she separated from him. She pulled me into her arms the same way she had when I was a child, I let myself crack and began crying into her shoulder.

“Mom...” I whimpered, she stroked my hair and kissed the side of my head.

“We saw him, Leia...” Dad said, “I saw our son.”

I pulled back to dry my wet eyes and saw my mom’s face. She didn’t look entirely shocked, but she was definitely stunned. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she’d only missed him by maybe a minute.

Mom took hold of my arms gently, “Is BB-8 still with you?”

“Yeah,” I turned to see him sitting to the side engaged in conversation with 3PO.

She smiled softly and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear, “Good, let’s get back to base. We’ve got work to do.”

“I’ll ride back on the Falcon, meet you there.” I answered, squeezing her hand and parting ways to join my dad. Chewie and BB-8 followed us. I whistled in Finn’s direction, who turned to face me,

“You wanna come help save the galaxy?”

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“You sure these are the right coordinates?”

“Considering I live there, pretty sure...”

I finished punching the numbers into the Falcon before settling into the co-pilot’s seat next to Dad. Chewie was uncharacteristically lax about giving up his position and was resting in the back. But he knew how long it had been since I’d flown with my father, he could give it up for one day.

“All good?” Dad asked.

“Ready when you are.” I replied, eyes already on the thin layer of grey, smoky clouds in front of us. I felt bad for leaving Maz but she insisted we needed to go immediately. I was sure though that our paths would cross again.

Dad lifted the ship off the ground and steered us into the sky before jumping to lightspeed. I was too deep in my mind to really notice the stars whizzing by us, a sight I usually loved. Losing Poe, losing Rey, seeing Ben, using my lightsaber again...A little too much had happened in one day for my taste. Plus, I was about to have my second awkward conversation with my father in the past hour.

“...So about the, uh, thing you saw me do...Back there...” I stretched out my sentence as I leaned back in my seat.

“Yeah, that.” he replied, focused on adjusting controls.

“Um, I need you to not tell Mom about it. She kinda doesn’t know I can do...that.”

He sighed and after punching a few buttons, rotated his seat to face me, “Why don’t you want her to know?”

“Dad, come on,” I said before scoffing, “Mom hasn’t exactly had luck with her family members and the Force.”

Dad chuckled dryly, “Kid, you couldn’t be like them if you tried.”

“And I don’t,” I responded, “But does she really need that worry? That stress? Of another one of her kids holding a double edged sword? I can’t do that to her and I’m sorry that you have to live with that knowledge now!”

I hadn’t realized how loud my voice had grown till Dad put his hands on my knees to calm me, “Honey...”

I took a deep breath and leaned forward to place my hands over his, “I don’t like having this...talent, power, whatever you want to call it. Our family knows first hand the good and bad of the Force and I don’t want to be a part of it. Any of it.”

Dad’s face flickered with flashbacks, some I wasn’t alive for and some I was all too present for. I felt awful that he knew about me and now had to carry the weight. Yes, my main reasons for keeping my secret were selfish, but that didn’t mean I didn’t also care about my parents knowing. There weren’t many things that could remain hidden from my mother, but I’d been able to keep her in the dark about this since childhood. It had to stay that way.

“Fine, I won’t tell her. I’ll pass the message onto Chewie too. But I don’t like any of this.” Dad conceded reluctantly, turning back to the control panel.

I smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you. I’m gonna go check on Finn.”

”Alright, and hey,” I stopped before I’d left the cockpit and turned back to him, “I meant it. You’re not like your brother, Y/n. You could never be.”

Smiling bittersweetly, I nodded and left him to his own thoughts. I knew he’d need a few minutes to himself before he was thrown back into the role of Han Solo, Living Legend. I snorted at the thought as I headed back to the lounge and found Finn sitting on the edge of the bunk. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed I’d entered the room, no doubt his mind focused on Rey.

I knocked on a wall as not to startle him, “Shouldn’t be too much longer till we land.”

”Good.” He replied, nodding almost mechanically towards me. I came to join him, leaving a little space between us,

“We’ll get her back.”

Finn sighed heavily and rubbed his hands together anxiously, “Even if nobody else comes with me, I’m going to get her.”

I furrowed my brows, “I’m not going to be chased by Stormtroopers, take down TIE Fighters, run from Rathtars and become fugitives with the girl only to leave her now. We,” I gestured between the two of us, “are going to get her.”

He gave a small smile, “Thank you, Y/n. You’re a good friend.”

I put an arm around his shoulders, “Glad to know we’re that.”

Finn looked like he was wrestling with whether or not to say something as he mimicked my posture, “I know, uh, I didn’t know him long but I’m sure Poe would be proud of you.”

I tried not to stiffen at his words, but it was inevitable. Poe’s death was a fresh wound that no matter how much gauze I put on it, still bled through. Now we were headed back to the one place where every inch reminded me of Poe. As his closest friend, I’d probably have to be the one who went into his room and take care of his possessions. I’d have to walk through the hanger and see the other pilots, I’d probably mistake a few for him. I’d have to lay in my bed and try not to remember his arms around me. 

”Y/n, I need you up here.” Dad called out.

I squeezed Finn’s shoulder and we released each other, I jogged up to the cockpit.

”We’re about ten minutes out. If you want your secret kept, take over while I go talk to Chewie.”

“Got it,” I replied as I took his seat as he went to find the Wookie. I didn’t need to adjust any controls, just sit and dread what I was about to experience.

I’d have most of his things taken back to Kes on Yavin 4. I’d deliver them and break the news myself. The first time meeting the man and I’d be telling him his son was dead...I didn’t want to think about how difficult that day would be.

I’d keep some things for myself, I wanted a few physical reminders of his existence. I’d steal a few of his shirts and keep them in a separate drawer of my dresser so they wouldn’t lose their smell. I’d take one of his leather jackets too, though it would be rather big on me.

I’d see if BB-8 could be transferred over to me, I’d loved him long before our madcap adventure but now? I needed to make sure Poe’s droid was taken care of and I didn’t trust anybody enough with him. Hell, if needed I would pull rank and make sure he stayed with me.

I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d be able to handle it or not, but maybe I’d move into Poe’s room. His quarters weren’t too far away from mine so if Mom needed me, I was still close by. I hated the idea of some random person moving into his room, taking over the space that was rightfully Poe’s. Maybe it would hurt too much, or maybe it would help in some way.

Suddenly I wished I was on the other side of the galaxy. I’d spent all day trying to process it, but Poe’s death was about to feel real.

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A/N: 😏😏😏😏 Next chapter will have plenty of fluff to make up for the past few chapters. And a whole lot of a certain X-Wing pilot. Also, in the Expanded Universe (I know it’s not canon anymore but I used it for this chapter) Luke set up his training academy on Yavin 4. Anyway, feel free to let me know what you thought or if you want to be tagged ☺️

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