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sweetbillwriting · 2 years

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Blue Angels - Chapter IV

Characters: AU Gordan Merkel from Atomic Blonde played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This story is set in a country that is hard to find on a map, in a city without a name and in a time similar to our own with some exceptions.

Music: Ung & Kåt by Ebba Grön and Auriel's Ascension by Jeremy Soule.

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions about death, mentions about accidents, mental health problems.

Notes: A big thanks to @b-afterhours again for helping me with the language all the time!

The light shone in on us from the big window. Gordan's pale chest reflected the light and I looked at the dark hair around his nipples while he took my question in. He laughed a bit nervously and put his hand down the covers. I could see he touched his member.

"Fuck Ella…" he looked embarrassed and couldn't really look at me.

"Can I?" I asked again and smiled while I tugged the cover. He smiled bigger and then let go of the cover. I saw that as a yes and slowly dragged the cover down his body. When the cover was at his knees I took the view in. The long slim body. But he held his erection down with one hand and I just wanted to see everything of him. I laid my hand on his forearm, connected to the hand that he covered himself with. Carefully I patted his arm and with every stroke I came closer and closer to his hand. I heard him laugh bashfully again and when I met his eyes he let go of his erection causing it to bounce up. I let go of his eyes to look at his sex. It was big and clearly happy to see me.

"Sorry, I haven't trimmed in forever…"

It was cute how nervous he seemed to be. I smiled a little and with a firm hand I took a hold of his member and started slowly to stroke it. Gordan made a little whimpering sound and his whole body tensed up.

"Your cock is gorgeous…" I whispered. I don't know where the confidence came from. Maybe it was because he was so nervous or it was the regular "Gordan effect".

"Thank you," he said but his voice broke and he couldn't look at anything other than my hand stroking him. A bubble of precum came out from the tip which I caught with my thumb. I noticed the act made Gordan tense up even more but he soon had something else to think about when I just used it as a lube to pump him faster.

"I won’t last long…" he said, squeezing his eyes shut and he sounded like the act was painful.

"You're so sensitive… A tough guy like you…" I said teasingly and Gordan laughed between his moans.

"You don't make me tough…" he said and dragged his hands through his hair.

"Can I suck your cock a bit? Please?" I said as sexy as I could and stopped pumping him. I knew there would be a bigger chance of him saying yes if he thought I would otherwise stop all together. Gordan watched his cock twitch against his stomach. The veins were thick and it was a hot pink color, almost red.

I crawled up so that I sat between his legs and took off my dress and pantyhoose so I was just in my thin cotton underwear. Gordan swallowed hard and licked his lips.

"I should really stop this now…" It sounded like he was talking with himself. "But it feels like you really want my cock in your mouth… Right? I would like… Do you a favor?" He said groggy. I dragged my nails on the inside of his thighs and it made him clench his butt. I smirked.

"Yeah you would… Your cock is the only thing I could think about." I played with his balls and he slowly stroked his cock.

"Fuck… Bad girl… Take what you need then," he said with a smirk.

It was like he gave me a present. I was so happy that he let me suck his cock. If I had had my shit together a bit more I would have wondered if this was his plan all along. Getting me naked and begging for his cock but at that moment I was too happy to think that way. I replaced his hand around his cock with my own and then kissed the head. It answers with a little twitch. I even thought his cock was cute. I giggled and kissed it again like it was a cute puppy.

"You look so good…" whispered Gordan and patted my cheek and watched me lick his cock like a lollipop while I played with his balls. "Can you deepthroat all of it?"

I wanted to make him happy and tried to deepthroat so much of him as possible.

He sighed and leaned his head back.

"Good girl… Continue like that…" He said with a moan and I did as he said.

It was a struggle to do it but I could feel the moisture in my panties increase so much it started to feel like I had wet myself. I could feel my heartbeat in my pussy but also how I couldn't stop myself from clenching. I was forced to take a break from sucking Gordan to moan. My own orgasm was close even if I didn't even touch myself. Was I so horny about Gordan that I actually would come just from sucking his cock? I continued to lick his balls and then suck the head of his cock but I could still feel the wonderful feeling in my panties and it made it hard to concentrate when I continued to suck Gordan and he finally moaned louder.

"I’m going to come," he said and I sucked harder. I didn't want anything else other than to drink his cum greedily. It also felt like my own orgasm would explode if I just could get his cum down my throat but Gordan had another plan.

"Ella, I’m coming now…" he was forced to push me away harshly because I was on him like a leech. He came over his stomach even if it looked like he tried to catch it with hands. I looked at him annoyed and disappointed, in the way only an absent orgasm could make you. God, I hated him at that moment. Gordan breathed heavily and dried his stomach and hands with the cover.

"Wow, Ella." He said and laughed a little. I wasn't happy at all. Why didn't he let me take his cum? If he had let me I also would have came.

Gordan watched my disappointed face and looked ashamed.

"I'm sorry…" he said and covered himself with the cover.

"I will never understand you," I said and put my dress on.

Gordan was quiet as he watched me with his big eyes. He probably didn't say anything because he didn't want me to understand him. Him and all his secrets. I sighed and took my pantyhose in hand and then marched out from his room. I even closed it hard to really point out that I was mad.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower. He made me feel dirty. I had never met a guy who didn't want me to take his load. But that wasn't the only thing. When I thought about it it actually seemed like Gordan didn't even want me to blow him. He had made me feel like he did me a favor, he even said that out loud. How pathetic was I? I somehow knew that I wasn't just in love with Gordan, I was probably a bit obsessed with him. I thought too much about him and even when I tried to think about other things I still gave myself a reason to think of him. I listened to punk, I had bought myself a long black coat similar to his and I did my make up with glitter every day just because he had said he likes me in glitter. All my life had become a manifestation to Gordan. I thought again about the blow job and cringed. I had actually been close to an orgasm without some sort of touch. I most often had a hard time coming with guys at all while Gordan didn't even need to touch me. He was magical. He maybe was an angel. Maybe a blue one just like in Marta's painting, because he wasn't a regular one.

It was a bit stiff between me and Gordan after that but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to be close to him anyway. I just choose to be a bit more quiet. It was December and I was going home to my parents for Christmas. Gordan would go away after Christmas but I was forced to say goodbye to him much earlier just because I would go home. I said goodbye to Marta and then Gordan followed me to the bus station. The same route as the first time we met. He was just as quiet as then, carrying my stuff.

"So when will we meet again?" I asked him at the bus station. He sat my bag down and thought about my question.

"Second of March. I’ll come home then so I hope you are here then," he said and corrected his leather gloves on his hands. They were a Christmas gift from me after he had complained about his cold hands. He had given me a pair of Dr Martens because he thought it was stupid that walked in Converse in the winter. I had hoped for something more romantic but I was still happy that he had given me a gift.

"Of course," I said and smiled a bit. Even if the past weeks had been strained between us I hoped for a kiss. His kisses were too good and I knew I would feel better by just one.

"Ehhm yeah…" he looked at the bus. "Bye then," he spread his arms for a hug and I welcomed it. He still smelled like the rain.

"Can I get a kiss?" I said. Where did this confidence come from? He laughed a little.

"If you promise me that you will not get pissed because I can't give you more," He tried to say it jokingly but I could see in his face that it was real worry.

I nodded and then stood up on my toes so he could kiss me. He smiled a little and gave me a kiss. His lips were soft and so was the kiss but it still was such a good kiss that created warmth and euphoria in my body.

That Christmas felt long and tiring. Everything was as it used to be but I just wanted the new in life. The new being Gordan. I didn't have energy or interest for my family but I tried hard to listen to their talks. Behind my back I could hear them talk about me, the word depression came up again, as it always did when I wasn't as they expected. I told them about Marta, the fashionable old lady I lived with but I didn't tell them about Gordan. They would just ask too much and then I would just get sad. Sad because I missed him but also because it felt like he could never have that role I fantasized about him having.

I came back in the beginning of January to Marta. It was obvious she handled things without Gordan better than I did. She had had a big New Years Eve party and she was forced to get cleaners because it had become so wild. I was happy for her but felt even more gray compared to her.

"How are you holding up?" She asked me while we sat on her sofa with a red wine glass each.

"I miss Gordan," I said honestly. She nodded.

"I remember how I was in the beginning with him… Everytime he left me it felt like I was close to the edge." I didn't like when she talked like she knew what I went through. Gordan and my relationship was so different from theirs. At the same time was it nice to talk to Marta because she was the only one that understood what an impact Gordan had over you.

"It will get better. I actually feel… Well, happy even if he isn't here," said Marta. I nodded a bit. That I couldn't believe. Gordan was my sun. God, I was pathetic.

"Ella! Ella! Wake up!” said Marta hysterically. She was in my room in the middle of the night.

"What?" I whined and pulled the cover over my head.

"It's Gordan! His ship..! It was a fire!"

"What?" I sat up and looked at Marta. She just stood in her long nightgown and her white hair wild around her head.

"Ella do something!"

I looked around confused and fiddled with my hands.

"We must call someone…?" I said, confused by the situation.

"Who??"

"...His work?"

"Okay, do it then!"

I rubbed my face and stood up from my bed. I was completely naked but Marta didn't seem to react to that. I put on a Gordan's robe and looked around.

"Do we have a number?" I asked.

Marta had the number to Gordan's job. I didn't know where it went but I thought it was some sort of exchange. I shaked while calling on Marta's old Cobra phone. I didn't really hear what the woman that answered said, I just rabbled out my matter.

"Gordan Merkel?" She said.

"Yeah, I think he works on the loading deck."

It was quiet on the line.

"Yeah, Gordan works here but he isn't working now. His next job is at the beginning of February."

I was quiet and tried to take in what she had said.

"If you believe he was on the ship as a passenger you can go down to our office by the harbor. They are open now to give information."

I nodded even if she wouldn't see that then I hung up. Marta stood next to me and fiddled with her nightgown.

"He doesn't work," I said and tried to take in the words again.

Marta looked incomprehensible to me.

"He must have lied." I said and looked down at my hands. Marta shook her head.

"I talked to him. He called from the boat. Their line. Can he have been on as a passenger?"

I shrugged my shoulders but then remembered the woman's word.

"...They have an office down by the harbor… Should I go down there?"

Marta nodded hysterically.

"Of course! What if something has happened to Gordan and we don't know!!"

I felt pain in my chest and throat because of her words. Yes, of course I must go down. This was Gordan. Who cares if he had lied.

I more or less ran to the harbor. Dressed in sweatpants and one of Gordan's knitted sweaters. If it wasn't because of my anxiety and stress I would have been cold in the snowy January weather but now I didn't feel a thing. The office was full of people, private people but also reporters and journalists. I sat down on a plastic chair and took a deep breath. This was crazy. Gordan, the angel, the light, maybe was dead. He may have drowned or been burned inside. Maybe he had gotten burned. Got his perfect weird face melted away. My legs jumped up and down while I waited.

"Can I help you?" A girl behind the desk asked me. She was pretty in a Scarlett Johansson way and for a short second I wondered if maybe she was Gordan's girlfriend. What did I even know about the boy?

I stood up and went to the desk.

"I was wondering if Gordan Merkel was on board the ship." The girl nodded a bit.

"Wait a second." She went through a doorway behind the desk and then around a corner. I looked at a man that was crying next to me in front of the desk. Maybe that would be me soon. The girl came back and then smiled a bit.

"Yes, together with Francesca Edelman. He is at a hospital and is okay. She is okay as well."

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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 6 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: When the Bakusquad discovers their snacks are missing from the poolside, they track down Kaminari, knowing he's the culprit. At first all they want is their snacks back, but soon they realize Denki needs a little more attention than they thought.

A/N: Changed this one up only slightly to accommodate the "no tickle torture" storyline I've set up for Kami, but I think it turned out really cute! I love that I've finally gotten to the "gentle tickles" thing with him; it's so much fun to write about him getting softly and lovingly wrecked by his friends. Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,243

Part 1

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The door to the room some of the boys were sharing banged open, startling Kaminari for a brief moment before he saw his friends and smirked. “Finally decided you’ve had enough of the pool?”

“Where are they?” Bakugou snapped. Behind him stood Sero, Mina, and Kirishima, who all wore similar masks of displeasure on their faces.

Denki turned back to his phone. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Cut the crap.” Sero folded his arms. “You were bugging us and bugging us to leave the pool for half an hour, and now when we decide to take a snack break all of our stuff has magically disappeared. You know exactly what we mean.”

The five of them had been enjoying some fun in the sun and in the pool for a while that afternoon, but gradually Kaminari had gotten bored and asked if they could call it a day. No one else seemed to want to, which was fine at first, but when time dragged on and the rest of them continued to play around in the water with no regard for him sitting on the sidelines waiting for them to finish up, he’d grown antsy.

Kami frowned slightly. Sure, he’d been bugging them to leave the pool for half an hour before taking all their snacks and bailing, hoping they’d get the hint and finally come back inside with him. But before that he’d been sitting waiting patiently for them for another half hour. Was it really so much to ask for them to compromise?

Now – with four faces frowning right back at him – he wondered if he’d done the right thing, trying to lure them inside after him by taking their snacks away. Perhaps he was being selfish, but he wasn’t going to turn back now.

“I don’t have your snacks.” It was partially true; he didn’t have them now, but he certainly had when he gathered them all up to bring them inside.

“Then where did they go?” Bakugou snapped again.

“Maybe they got bored waiting for you to stop playing in the pool and went inside.”

The atomic blonde looked like he wanted to strangle him, but Mina grabbed his arm to hold him back and said, “Denki.”

Kaminari sighed, slouching his shoulders in defeat. “Fine, fine. I just put them back where we got them in the first place.”

Bakugou turned and began to leave, but Mina spoke up again, stopping him in his tracks. “Were you really so upset that we wanted to stay outside?”

“I’m just bored! I want to hang out with you guys, but all you seem to want to do is play in the pool all day long. I can’t stay in the water as long as you can. Electricity and water don’t exactly mix, you know? And we’d already been out there for two hours…” Kami trailed off, sighing again. “Never mind. It was mean of me to take your snacks to try and get you to do what I wanted to do. I’m sorry. Go have your fun; I’ll find someone else to hang out with for a while.”

There was a brief silence, during which the four friends who were hovering in the doorway exchanged glances, seeming to come to an agreement of some kind.

“Hey, man, we’re sorry we ignored you out there,” Sero said at last, leading the others to where their friend sat on the floor. “I know you were hanging out for a while just watching us before you started asking to come inside.”

“We didn’t even think about your quirk being affected by the water,” Mina added. “We’re sorry, too.”

For the first time, Kirishima spoke up. “Hey, guys – why don’t we make it up to him by giving him a whole bunch of attention? He did sit out there for an hour waiting for us. The least we could do is show him a little love for being so patient.” The redhead wiggled his fingers teasingly.

Denki’s eyes widened as the other three raised their wiggling fingers at him as well. He scrambled back on instinct, then remembered their discussion about no tickle torture and managed, “W-Well, I…I guess…if you want to, but…”

Before he could finish, all four of them had descended, grabbing his lesser ticklish spots and scribbling lightly, gently wrestling him to the floor and pinning him down for easier access. Denki squealed with giggles, feeling his insides explode with a warmth he’d been trying so hard to gain for the last hour.

“Ehehehehehehehe! Guhuhuhuhuhuys!”

“Aww, are you happy now, Denki?” Mina teased, scraping her nails down his ribs. “All you wanted was a little attention, wasn’t it?”

“Plehehehehehehease!”

“We’re sorry we ignored you for so long,” Kiri said, poking and prodding along his belly. “But we’ll make up for it now with lots of gentle tickles, just for you!”

Denki blushed through his giggles, squirming happily in their tickly hold – until he felt someone squeeze his kneecaps, making him buck and let out a screech. “NONONO!!”

“Sorry,” Bakugou muttered, moving away from that spot and down to his feet instead. “Force of habit.”

For another couple of minutes Denki elatedly indulged in the light tickles his friends pampered him with, constantly smiling and giggling and having a great time. Then suddenly Sero’s eyes lit up and he smirked mischievously, pulling the blonde’s arms above his head and using his tape to bind them to the floor so he couldn’t bring them down, allowing the four of them to tickle unhindered.

“Wahahahahahait! Ehehehehahahahahaha! Sehehehehero!”

“You know, even if you bailed before the rest of us, all that swimming had to have bulked you up a little,” Kirishima teased, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pushing it up to his chest. Instantly there were nails and fingers tracing the outlines of his ribs and abs and waistline, making him toss his head back and explode with a fresh round of giggles. “Look at this! I think he’s got a six-pack forming!”

“Ooh, that would be cute~” Mina cooed, scratching just above his belly button. “I bet his abs would be just as ticklish as the rest of him.”

Bakugou remained silent on the matter, quietly taking off Denki’s socks to scribble at his bare feet. Kiri focused on his waistline while Sero and Mina tickled his ribs and sides and underarms. Denki – for his part – just lay there and laughed and jolted and squirmed, soaking in their attention and affection and teasing until he finally couldn’t handle any more.

“R-Rehehehehed,” he pleaded after several minutes of consistent tickling, the lighter tickles beginning to drive him crazy in the same way tickles to his knees would. “Plehehehease, rehehehed.”

All four of them stopped, helping him back into a sitting position after Sero cut him free from his tape. Once he’d caught his breath, Mina hugged him.

“Feeling better, Denki?” she asked.

“Yeah…thank you,” he replied, a little shyly. “I needed that.”

Kirishima nudged him. “Of course, man. We’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too. For stealing your snacks, I mean.”

Bakugou grunted. “You’re not sorry you made us leave the pool to come after your butt?”

Denki couldn’t help but smile. “Not really.”

Sero hugged him, too. “We’ll shower you with gentle tickles anytime you want, Denki. Just say the word.”

“What word?” Kami teased. “‘Tickle me?’”

“You want more? Well, if you insist…”

Denki suddenly found himself squealing all over again. “W-Wait, nohohohohohohohoho…!”

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Part 7

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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Fallout 4 companions react to meeting Arcade Gannon?

Ever the curious neighbor, as soon as the sole survivor spotted the blonde, bespectacled man at the bar in the Dugout Inn, they drifted over and struck up a conversation. A drink or two later, the two were swapping tales about wasteland encounters, pointing at various holes in their travel clothes and pairing them up with fantastic backstories. When the sole survivor's companion finally swung open the door, they were given an inviting wave.

"Sit down!" the sole survivor encouraged them. "First round's on me. I'd like you to meet Arcade."

Cait: "Hiya handsome." Cait winked at the man in the lab coat and leaned on the bar. "I'm Cait. Never seen you around before. Where is it you're comin' from?"

"I, uh..." Arcade adjusted his glasses and ran a hand through his wavy hair. "West of here. Nowhere in particular."

"A free spirit, then? Just passin' through?" Cait looked him up and down. "Think the Science! Center might be lookin' for a new egghead, if those clothes aren't just for show."

Arcade tugged on his outfit self-consciously. "I thought it might keep Commonwealth raiders from shooting me on sight, if they thought I was a doctor."

Cait bobbed her head in a noncommittal way. "Or they might see you as an easy target. That is, if they don't spot that plasma pistol you've got in your back pocket."

Codsworth: "Hello to you, sir!" Codsworth exclaimed, bobbing excitedly. "Codsworth, at your service. Might I say, it is a fine occasion to meet someone nowadays who appreciates the importance of good hygience and care for one's appearance."

"Thank you," Arcade said, with a somewhat quizzical glance at the sole survivor. "And you belong to..."

"Well, I belong to him just as much as he belongs to me," the sole survivor jumped in to explain.

Codsworth waved them off. "Not to worry, the conventional assumptions are not unwarranted. I am happy to accompany and assist in wasteland adventures as necessary. When not necessary, I typically clean the house."

Curie: "Monsieur Arcade," Curie purred, with the special enthusiasm she reserved for introductions. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. You can call me Curie. Have you been in Diamond City long?"

"Not long at all," Arcade replied, clearly intrigued by Curie's accent. “Parlez-vous français?"

"Oui, Monsieur!" Curie exclaimed. "Le français est si rare de nos jours. Où avez-vous appris?"

"Oh, um... des... des livres, principalement," Arcade stammered. "Books. It's not as good as my Latin, I'm sorry."

"Latin?" Curie switched gears instantly. "Etiam magis rara."

Arcade laughed. "Well, not where I'm from. Who are you? Linguists are practically unicorns, nowadays."

Curie sighed. "It is a long story. Perhaps we wait until Vadim brings the drinks, and we can compare notes?"

Danse: "Ad victoriam, Arcade." Paladin Danse shook the newcomer's hand with gusto. "Paladin Danse, with the Brotherhood of Steel."

Arcade's eyes narrowed. "Brotherhood of Steel?"

"That's correct, citizen," Danse replied proudly.

"Uh-huh." Arcade looked back to the sole survivor. "I had no idea they were in the area. Are you stationed in Diamond City?"

"Brotherhood operations are a strictly classified matter," Danse answered, furrowing his brow. "But our main base of operations is at the Boston airport, where the Prydwen is docked. You can't miss it."

"Well, that explains it." Arcade examined his drink, avoiding eye contact with the Paladin. "I didn't come in from the north. I'm sure it's a sight to see."

Deacon: "Nice to meet you." Deacon declined the handshake, instead crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side. "Nice tan. Been on the road long?"

"Too long," Arcade replied, retracting his hand and returning the calculated look.

Deacon grinned. "Alright, I won't pry. Welcome to Diamond City. Did Vadim try to poison you yet?"

"You watch it, John Doe!" Vadim shot back from halfway down the bar. "Or I call the guards, see if you actually do work the midnight shift, ya?"

"You can walk down to Danny's sign-up sheet for shifts and check yourself!" Deacon's grin grew wider. "And I'll tend bar. We'll see who can do a better job of it."

Dogmeat: Dogmeat approached the man's open hand, which he gave a good sniff. Soap, hot dust, a whiff of plasma cartridges: Nothing out of the ordinary. Satisfied, the dog opened his mouth to pant, tongue lolling, and accepted the scratch behind the ears.

Hancock: "Arcade, huh?" Hancock gave the man a winning smile and took one of the open stools. "I'm Hancock. First time in Diamond City? You're gonna love it here. Vadim and his brother really know how to knock you on the floor."

As if to demonstrate, Vadim delivered three shots of Bobrov's Best to the little group. "On the house," he offered. "Celebrating Mayor Hancock's newest business deal with yours truly."

Hancock threw his back, and when Arcade hesitated, he threw that shot back too. "Next one, buddy."

"Did he say Mayor Hancock?" Arcade asked. "Mayor of Diamond City?"

"Nah, nah." Hancock laughed. "God, wouldn't that be a riot. Ever hear of a town called Goodneighbor?"

MacCready: "Arcade." MacCready shook the man's hand warily. "Like the pre-war places that have a whole bunch of games inside them?"

"Actually, like the..." Arcade made a face. "You know what, never mind. Like the pre-war arcades, yeah."

"Oh, man." MacCready grinned. "There was this one I found once in the Capital Wasteland, mostly broken down of course, but it had one working machine in it. The Red Menace Whac-a-Commie. Someone took the whackers ages ago, but the little Red Menace guys still popped up and down. Duncan- my son- loved it."

Arcade chuckled. "Yeah, they're... they're fun. I found a Hoop Shot once, but the basketballs were all dried-up and flat."

"Gotta get yourself a Pip-Boy," MacCready replied, nudging the sole survivor's shoulder affectionately. "This one has a collection of mini-games for theirs. Atomic Command, Grognak & the Ruby Ruins, Pipfall... all the greats. Oh, I'm MacCready, by the way."

Valentine: "Nick Valentine. Pleased to meet you." Nick shook the man's extended hand with practiced warmth, giving him time to realize the metal grasp he offered was not a cybernetic, and the scar around his jawline was actually just where his synthetic skin ended.

True to form, the stranger's eyebrows shot up, his grip slackened and his mouth dropped open. "You're a... what are you?"

Nick gave him the standard line. "I'm a detective. But, if you're referring to the plastic and platinum bits, I'm also a synthetic man. All the parts, minus a few red blood cells."

"Whoa." Instead of the typical scramble to put some distance between the two of them, Nick was surprised to find Arcade's handshake tighten again at this explanation. "I've heard of people like you, but never thought I'd actually meet one. Er, well, one that was obviously living as a synth. Though I guess you don't have much of a choice, huh?"

Piper: "Arcade? Piper Wright." The reporter shook the newcomer's hand firmly. "So, what's your story? What brings you to the Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth?"

"I uh..." Arcade looked flustered, despite Piper's encouraging smile.

The sole survivor came to his defense. "Leave him be, Piper, he just got into town," they scolded playfully.

"What?" Piper asked innocently. "Can't the town reporter ask questions around here without everyone telling me I'm being too nosy?"

"No."

"Town reporter?" Arcade perked up. "Is that your newspaper, on the way in? Public... something?"

"Publick Occurrences," Piper answered with pride. "Covering anything and everything worth hearing about that happens in the Commonwealth."

Preston: "Welcome to Diamond City, Arcade." Preston shook the man's hand warmly. "I'm Preston Garvey with the Commonwealth Minutemen."

"Minutemen?" Arcade asked, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

"We're citizen soldiers," Preston explained. "The people of the Commonwealth banding together to protect ourselves and decide our own future."

"So sort of like a free state?" Arcade straightened up. "Or do you have some kind of command structure?"

"Command structure." Preston chuckled and glanced at the sole survivor. "You're looking at it."

Strong: "Strong need to get moving," the super mutant replied, rubbing his big hands together. "Milk of human kindness not here."

Arcade took the mutant in with the air of someone who had dealt with somewhat-friendly specimens before. "I can ask the bartender if they have brahmin milk."

The sole survivor waved him off. "No, that's not what he-"

"Puny humans do not have milk!" Strong cut in.

"Wait, milk of human kindness?" Arcade looked confused. "Is that... Macbeth?"

The sole survivor sighed. "It's a long story."

X6-88: "Good afternoon." Rather than sit down, X6-88 adopted a protective stance of the sole survivor, completely ignoring the hand Arcade was offering. "I hope you know that if harm comes to this individual, your life will come to a swift end."

"Uh-huh." Arcade retracted his hand. "Bodyguard?"

"Of a sort."

Arcade turned to the sole survivor instead. "Is he always this much of a stick in the mud?"

They shrugged. "He's protective and slow to trust. Give him a bit and keep your hands where he can see them, you'll be fine."

X6-88 nodded. "Affirmative."

BONUS!

Ada: "Hello sir." Ada nodded her head in greeting. "I am Ada. I hope you are enjoying your stay in Diamond City. Did you experience any trouble getting to the stadium?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary," Arcade replied. "Sorry, you're an amalgamation I haven't seen before. Sentry bot and protectron parts for sure, but your head is..."

"An assaultron," Ada filled in helpfully. "I take it your region does not have many of these bots?"

"No, they seem to be more of an East Coast thing."

"Just don't get on her bad side," the sole survivor joked. "You don't want to be on the receiving end of an assaultron laser."

Gage: "Well hi there!" Porter shook Arcade's hand forcefully. "Porter Gage. Talked you into trying some of this swill, did they? Brave soul."

"It's not so bad," Arcade replied with a smirk.

"Oh sure, if you're lucky enough to have Scarlett bring it to you." Porter winked at the waitress, who paused in her service to flip him the bird.

"Mmm, not my type," Arcade admitted.

"Not your ty-" Porter blurted before putting two and two together. "Oh, gotcha. Well, there's always Hawthorne."

The raider waved to the adventurer in the corner, who waved back. Arcade sank as deeply into his stool as he could and blushed.

Longfellow: "Mmm." Old Longfellow rejected Arcade's handshake and took the offered seat, swinging around to face the bar. "Storm's comin' soon. Can smell it."

"Then it's a good thing we're inside," Arcade replied, his tone unsure.

Longfellow grunted his agreement and accepted the drink Vadim slid to him, downing it quickly.

The sole survivor scowled at him. "Guess he's not in a talkative mood today."

Maxson: "Elder Arthur Maxson of the East Coast Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel." Maxson shook Arcade's hand confidently.

Arcade, on the other hand, looked like he was being violently pulled between an instinct to flee and an intense curiosity. Curiosity won out. "Maxson? Of the line of Captain Roger Maxson?"

"High Elder Roger Maxson," the Elder corrected him. "You know of him?"

"Well sure, everybody on the West Co-" Arcade stopped himself. "Never mind. What's an Elder doing in a dive like this?"

Maxson studied him intently, clearly sizing him up. "Shore leave," he finally answered, sliding into the offered seat.

Desdemona: Desdemona smiled coolly. "I know."

The answer took Arcade aback, but the sole survivor just rolled their eyes. "Dispense with the power plays for once, Dez. We're just trying to have a drink."

The Railroad leader raised an eyebrow, but she sat down. "Suit yourself. When did you arrive in town, Mr. Gannon?"

"Oh, for the love of..."

Arcade eyed her suspiciously. "I don't remember telling you my full name."

Desdemona lit up a cigarette. "You didn't. But I'm by far the friendliest person in the Commonwealth who's wondering why a Follower of the Apocalypse is all the way out here, across the continent."

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His Girl - Three

When Violet woke up on her first morning down on the ground she felt the familiar strong, muscular arms wrapped around her. When she opened her eyes all she saw was the bare chest she had been using as her pillow all night. She smiled to herself and cuddled even closer to him wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as she could.

Unfortunately it didn't last long as the loud voices outside of the drop ship woke up her boyfriend.

"Morning angel," were the first words he spoke. He look in the direction of the voices, "The hell is happening out there?" Bellamy stood up bringing Violet up with him. He kissed her cheek and looked at her as he said "Meet me out there once you gotten dressed gorgeous, can't let anyone see what's mine," his eyes glancing down at her cleavage that was on display due to the fact that she was only in a bra.

"But you're going out there, showing your abs off to all the girls who have been drooling over you since we got here," Violet said as she raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem fair to me," she added.

Bellamy leaned down to her level, slowly moving his head to her neck. He left a few open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, making her knees go weak. As he lifted his head he whispered in her ear, "I'm all yours angel." With that he exited the ship leaving Violet with her heart beating rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

✶✶✶

When Violet exited the drop ship she saw Bellamy taunting Wells once again. She rolled her eyes as she heard him say "You still don't get it do you chancellor?" She kissed him before walking off, feeling his eyes on her ass as she went.

"This is home now," Bellamy said. "Your fathers rules no longer apply." He walked over and snatched one of the shirts, making Wells lung forward to get it. Adam held him back before Bellamy stopped him. "Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up." He looked back at wells teasing him by dangling the shirt in front of him, "You want it back, take it." He smirked proud of himself, waiting for the other boys reaction.

Frustrated, Wells drops the pile of clothes cause a many of the teenagers to run and try to grab some. "Is this what you want? Chaos?"

"What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy threw his shirt on before they all heard a loud scream. Both of the boys rushed over to see what was going on.

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Murphy was holding a girl over the fire, speaking up when he saw everyone head over. "Bellamy! Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first."

"Let her go!" Wells shouted, pushing Murphy to the ground. He looked at Bellamy, "You can stop this."

"Stop this?" he smirked, "I'm just getting started." Violet glared at him as Murphy jumped back up. attacking Wells.

"Bell this isn't okay, you can't let people get hurt just because you're on some power trip," she scolded shaking her head in disapproval. She went forward to stop the fight but was pulled back into a hard chest.

"Please stay out of this angel, I know what I'm doing." Bellamy whispered in her ear as he held her tighter to his chest.

Kids were cheering the fight on and all Violet could do was watch as she struggled to get out of her boyfriends tight grip. Wells had gotten the upper hand and had Murphy on the ground again as he turned back to Bellamy.

"Don't you see you can't control this."

Bellamy and Violet watched as Murphy got back up, this time with a knife. "You're dead."

"Wait!" Bellamy held his hand up. Violet let out a sigh of relief. That relief was short lived as Bellamy threw Wells a knife and said "Fair fight." And again, she was being held back from trying to help. Once again the boys squared up ready to fight each other. "This is for my father!" Murphy shouted as he went to cut Wells a second time. However, Wells was able to grab a hold of him, turning him around and holding his knife to Murphy's throat. "Drop it!" He shouted.

All of a sudden a voice sounded from the distance. "Wells! Let him go!" the princess demanded.

After Wells had thrown Murphy forward once more, he was about to get jumped again by said boy. Luckily this time Bellamy stopped him. "Enough, Murphy."

He and Violet rushed over to Octavia who was being supported by Monty. "Octavia are you all right?" Bellamy asked her, panicked. "Yeah," she said as she held onto him.

"Where's the food?" he questioned the other members of the group that went on the hike to Mount Weather.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"What the hell happened out there?"

"We were attacked!"

"Attacked? By what?"

"Not what. Who." "Turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last grounder."

"Its true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors." People started murmuring to each other as Clarke continued, "The good news is that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, bad news is the grounders will."

Noticing someone missing, Wells spoke up. "Where's the kid with the goggles?"

Clarke looked at him. "Jasper was hit." "They took him." She looked down noticing something. "Wheres your wristband?" She questioned.

He looked at Bellamy and nodded at him as he said "Ask him."

Violet looked at Bellamy in disbelief. "Bellamy what did you do?" He looked at her, not answering. He didn't want her to know what he had done. What he had forced Wells to do. Her opinion of him mattered so much to him. But in order to protect the two people he loves most in this world, he has to do things like this.

"How many," Clarke asked very obvious pissed off.

"Twenty four and counting," Murphy answered her with a smirk.

Clarke shook her head in disapproval, "You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. Your're killing us."

Bellamy stepped forward. "We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged! If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners any more! They say they'll forgive your crimes, I say you're not criminals! You're fighters! Survivors! The grounders should worry about us!" His speech was met with many 'yeahs' from the crowd.

Bellamy's speech only made Violets insecurities go up. I'm privileged, maybe that's why he won't listen to me, she thought.

As Clarke and and Wells walked away, Bellamy made his way to his girls. When he saw the look on Violets face, he grew worried. "What's wrong angel?" She just shook her head and went to get something to clean up Octavia's leg with.

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Violet was crouched down in front of Octavia, cleaning her wound as Bellamy was standing above both of them. "What the hell was it," he asked O.

"I don't know, the others said it looked like a giant snake." Her words making Violet grimace.

"You could have been killed," Bellamy scolded.

"She would have been if Jasper didn't jump in to pull her out." Clarke's voice sounded from behind the three.

"You guys leaving? I'm coming too." Octavia went to stand up only to be pushed back down by her brother.,

"No, no. No way, not again."

"He's right. you're leg's just going to slow us down. I'm here for you." the blonde said looking at Bellamy.

"Clarke what are you doing?"

"Clarke what are you doing," Violet repeated the boys words.

"I heard you have a gun" Bellamy lifted up his shirt showing proof. Violet may or may not have checked him out while he did it. "Good, follow me."

"And why would I do that?"

Clarke turned back, "Because you want them to follow you, and right now they're thinking only one of us is scared." With that, she walked off.

Violet tried to discreetly follow after the blonde, failing miserably as her boyfriend noticed her escape attempt immediately, grabbing her arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to go help them find Jasper."

"No way in hell"

"Bellamy"

"No" he tightened his grip on her arm.

"Just because we're dating doesn't mean you can control me," Violet told him. She was fed up with him acting like he could order her around.

"You want to bet on that angel?" Bellamy raised his eyebrow at his girl. Daring her to keep arguing with him.

"I'm going Bellamy. With, or without you." Violet managed to get her arm free and ran to catch up with Clarke and Wells. Bellamy growled lowly, angry and honestly turned on by his girlfriends little act of defiance.

"Murphy. Come with me." "Atom? My sister doesn't leave this camp. Is that clear?"

"I don't need a babysitter"

"Anybody touches her, they answer to me" "Lets go"

✶✶✶

"Angel wait up," Bellamy yelled. Violet rolled her eyes but stopped, waiting for the two boy to catch up. "You stay in my sight at all times"

"Whatever Bell"

"I mean it Violet"

"Okay, I get it. Let's just go find Jasper."

Murphy directed his question at Bellamy, "Since when are we in the rescuing business?"

"The Ark thinks the prince is dead. Once they think the princess is too, they'll never come down." "I'm getting that wristband, even if I have to cut off her hand to do it."

"And what about your pretty little angel here, she is Kane's daughter." Murphy looked over at Violet smirking and then winking at her.

"Come near me and I'll castrate you," Violet spoke trying to sound as intimidating as possible.

"My pretty little Angel will hopefully choose to take of her wristband soon," Bellamy said looking at her.

"My dad's up there Bell, I don't want him to think I'm dead." Violet said as she stared back at him with her big doe eyes. Bellamy nodded understandingly, pulling her close to him and kissing her cheek as the three walked together in search of the boy with the goggles.

Much more Violet/Bellamy interaction in this part! Hopefully I'll get a chapter or two posted everyday.

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Growing up you always knew you were different. You always felt a sense of detachment that clung to you like a thick cover. You felt things others didn’t. You appreciated nature, you felt it, the atoms, the elements, the power. You could never explain it. The loneliness. You constantly felt like there was something out there that you needed to make you feel whole. You spent your life searching for it. Turning to alcohol, sex, addiction, but nothing ever filled you. Empty. Hollow. Unsatisfied. Those were the words that lingered persistently in the deepest darkest corners of the crazy maze that was your mind. You almost gave up. Gave in. Let the negative thoughts win. Nothing worked. Nothing ever made you whole. No amount of narcotics, one night stands, or spirits filled the void not until that encounter on the havoc filled streets of New York.

It had been a long night. Drunk karaoke followed by accompanying one of the men from the club home. He seemed nice, that was enough. Waking up, you lifted the arm of the man that was around you and began searching for your clothes that were scattered around the room. Careless as always you thought stepping into your dress and carrying one of your heels. Walking stealthily out of the apartment, you were greeted by the havoc that was New York 2012. Looking into the sky, you saw some sort of aliens flying around causing chaos. The air was filled with the screams and pleads of the New Yorkers who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire. Frozen, you tried your hardest to breathe. Your eyes widened when you saw some sort of bullet heading straight towards you. This was it. The end. You closed your eyes anticipating the contact but it never came. Opening your eyes, you saw a tall man standing in front of you deflecting the bullet with-

“Is that a hammer!?” You exclaimed

“My lady seek safety” said the man pushing you lightly back behind him with his hammer

“Wai—” you were cut of by the feeling of electricity coursing through your veins as your hand touched the head of the hammer in an attempt to stop him pushing you back

“My lady are you alright?” The man questioned frantically watching your eyes change colour and electricity begin to fall from your fingers as you let out a quiet gasp.

Ignoring him, you felt yourself raise your hand to stop a bullet hitting the man who had his back to it and was now facing you searching your face for an answer. You didn’t know what was happening to you, all you knew was that you finally felt complete. Aliens started honing in on you and the man grabbed your hand and pointed his hammer to the air. As soon as his hand made contact with yours, you felt it again. Full. That feeling of being complete. Before you could properly process what was going on, you felt yourself soaring through the sky. Letting out a scream, you were quickly silenced by the feeling of something solid beneath your feet. Opening your eyes, you saw that you were on some sort of rooftop.

“Stay here my lady, you’ll be safe” the man said looking down into your eyes before falling off the roof .

“NOOOO!” You screamed looking over the railing before seeing him flying perfectly in control. Looking down, you saw some letters on the building. There seemed to be spaces between them like letters were missing. Trying to piece the remaining letters together, you let out a gasp.

“STARK, well I’ll be dammed” you said putting a hand over your mouth. Somehow the strange blonde man had grabbed you and flew you to the roof of Stark tower with his magical hammer. Laughing, you pinched your arm waiting to wake up. This had to have been a dream I mean you blasted an alien bullet using your hand you thought still pinching your arm. Adding more pressure, you heard a snigger from behind you. Jumping, you quickly turned around and saw no one. Right, no more drinking for me you thought confused by this whole situation. Another snigger brought you out of your thoughts as you desperately searched around you still standing in the same position the man had left you. Suddenly, you saw a flash of green in front of you.

“Fuck no get me out of here come on y/n wake up wakeeee upppp” you said slapping yourself on your cheeks.

“Are you slapping yourself?” Said a deep voice from behind you.

“FUCK NO! WAKE UP!” you shouted startled by the voice.

“Wake up? You are not dreaming midgardian” the voice said again more menacing.

Suddenly you felt an arm around your waist and a dagger to your throat. Focusing, you closed your eyes and raised your arm like you did earlier. Nothing happened. You felt the persons grip relax slightly as they watched you desperately flicking your wrist.

“What are you doing?” He asked confused

“I- I’m- earlier I- why isn’t this working?” you replied mostly talking to yourself. You had managed to stop an alien bullet killing the stranger earlier so why couldn’t you do anything to stop this crazy person from killing you, you thought still trying to do something until you felt it again. The void. The feeling of finally being sated was gone. Dropping your arm in defeat you fell back against the persons chest.

“Just make it quick” you said closing your eyes

Opening your eyes, you saw that the man had dropped his dagger and was just looking down at you unamused.

“What?” You asked turning your neck to him

“You’re making this too easy” he stated

“Well I apologise” you huffed pulling his arm from you. Your breath hitched when your hand met his. The feeling. Complete. You felt complete again. Swiftly you turned around to the man finally feeling like you could defend yourself to see him falling to his knees.

“What have you done?” He asked weakly grabbing his chest

“I- I noth—”

You were cut off by the man from earlier pushing you backwards as he looked down at the man who had seconds ago tried to kill you.

“LOKI! GIVE ME THE TESSERACT!” The man boomed

“Loki?” The man questioned slight worry in his voice at Loki’s weakened stance and lack of reply

“That dull creature has poisoned me” Loki said feebly pointing at you

“M-me I-”

“WITCH!” He shouted still pointing at you

The other man turned his gaze from Loki to you and back to Loki

“I’m not a witch” you said to the mans back as he carried on looking down at Loki

“That’s exactly what a witch would say. Brother please, you have to help me” Loki pleaded

Brother you thought surprised

“Loki give me the tesseract” the man said ignoring Loki’s pleading.

“I’ve been poisoned by a witch and all you care about is the tesseract, brother help me” he continued begging before standing to his feet and lunging at the man.

As he fought, you felt yourself becoming weaker. Watching this fight turn more violent, you started running inside the building. Ignoring the grunts and groans of the two men fighting outside behind you, you looked around the room Impressed.

“Check me out, I’m standing in Tony freaking Starks tower” you said cheerfully before hearing the glass of the window smash and Loki falling to the ground. Looking to Thor, you saw him lifting his hammer once more. Looking down at Loki, you saw a strange object next to him. The tesseract you thought starting to run towards it.

“Got it” you shouted to the man with the hammer holding the object in your hand

Both men looked looked at you completely puzzled

“That is not the tesseract” Loki said trying to stifle a laugh

“That- thats- not- give it here please” the other man said holding his hand out blushing clearly he was embarrassed. Handing him the object, you started feeling like you were being pulled to something. Following it as the brothers carried on their brawl, you were lead to a blue glowing cube. This must be it you thought picking it up. Gasping, you fell to your knees. That feeling of being complete was overwhelming as you felt whatever was in the tesseract diffusing into you. Seeing you kneeling on the floor holding the tesseract, the blonde man quickly ran to you putting a hand on your shoulder and kneeling next to you.

“NOO! BRAINLESS WITCH” you heard Loki shout before falling unconscious.

A/N: I’m quite excited for this one 😊 hope you liked xx

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dingdongitsbees · 3 years

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Hi, i was thinking of Attack on castes and i really like the idea of janitor levi, wannabe Hitch and so, would you write a one history teacher Erwin x lawyer reader, where she is friend to Frieda who is a teacher in the school asked her to pick Historia up for her and that's when Erwin sees her for the first time and immediately fell for her.... Hope you can accept it

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You were already late and by god did you not want to be there. You were glad to leave high school behind you when you graduated, promising yourself to never set foot in one ever again. Gossip, bullies, shitty teachers, stupid drama and a mind crushing amount of work. Sure, good things too, but nothing that couldn’t be found in the adult world.

In the adult world you got adventures. You got to fight to bring people the justice they deserved, their livelihood in your hands. They offered up their hearts begging you to save them. It gave you purpose. Whether or not they shed tears of grief or joy would be for you to decide. Nothing quite came close.

Or that’s how you would have felt if your current client wasn’t being such an annoying little shit. He had lied to your face with three wildly conflicting stories about what happened, and then when he got cross-examined by the prosecutor, he decided to go completely off script and implicate himself even further for something he didn’t even do.

The evidence against him were fables and rumours at best but he had begun to make it look plausible through his shifty character. You would get the “not guilty” verdict at the end of the trial, but you were going to have ripped out most of your hair by then.

When you were busy screaming in your hands during the intermission, your friend Frieda rang you and asked you to pick up her younger sister from school because their bastard of a father surely wasn’t going to. You nearly yelled at her then.

Frieda had done favour after favour for you in the past years with your insanely busy and gruelling schedule, so refusing the one time she asked for something in return would put you up with the likes of your client. You agreed, for some reason not asking what time, and then promptly forgot about it.

So there you were, heels clicking rapidly against the school’s hallway, the oranges hues of the sunset streaming through windows and the entrance. You really should have asked for Historia’s number, though you weren’t sure if the girl would bother to reply.

Historia was the epitome of “I think I will cause problems on purpose” simply because she’s bored. To be fair, you couldn’t really blame her, you had no such positive attitude towards school either, but with her being at the top of the pecking order she had the ability to make those problems quite substantial. Freida’s hair was probably going to go grey soon.

You thanked any god that would listen that she had cheerleading practice or you might have genuinely cried. The amount of stress that blonde girl was putting you through simply because she refused to take the bus home was nearly unparalleled.

You looked around the school, each corridor breaking off into another. The same basic lockers and same ceiling lights, same everything. You were fucking lost.

You jogged down some corridors hoping to find someone, turning your head frantically, letting you slam full force into something hard, tall and…blond?

Erwin may love being a teacher but my lord did it get tedious sometimes. He loved the younger ones, brimming with hopes, dreams and potential. Though nearly all of them seemed to be misusing it, putting it on the backburner or simply didn’t care. Kids were good but they certainly could be better. Of course, there’d be the standout kids like Armin and Marco who took their schooling seriously and asked questions that allowed him to gush about things that weren’t just on the set curriculum. But what he would give so all of them were that engaged…

He just wanted them to offer their hearts to him, to trust him and put faith in the information he was giving forward. History is something, that he believed at least, was unparalleled in its importance. You learn from the mistakes done by the generations before you, using the knowledge to guide the current decisions needed to be made. On top of that it just let you understand the world around you; how it came to be and your place within it. History was unparalleled in its importance.

That’s why he was still at the school, marking very obviously last-minute written essays, so he could give them back with thorough annotations and advice that he was sure most of them wouldn’t even glance at.

He had popped off to the teacher’s lounge to get a cup of tea, and was making his way back, eyes glued to the swaying liquid as not to spill it, when a smaller figure came barrelling into him. He instinctually moved the tea away, not wanting the scalding water to hit this unfortunate stranger full in the face. Some of the brown liquid dripped to the floor, Levi would surely have his head for it later, but it was better than any burns.

When he was sure the tea was steady, he looked to the stranger on the ground.

He swore he saw a deity.

Erwin peered down at you in pure awe. Albeit being a bit dishevelled and frazzled, you were clearly a force to be reckoned with. Your pant suit was tailored to fit you perfectly, your heels matching your simple jewellery and watch, your hair which was now a little ruffled, was obviously put together with precision in the morning. You were immaculately put together.

And your face, your face. Everything was right where it needed to be in the exact size and proportion to everything else. It was like you had been perfectly carved for over a millennium by only the best sculptors available.

Your aura was something else. Even if he had found you in pyjamas, the power you would exude would be to the same effect. Something in the way your face shifted as thoughts flew across your mind, the way every bit of movement seemed controlled and purposeful. Erwin had read hundreds, maybe thousands of myths all around the world, and none of the gods in them had never been as ethereal as you.

You were the definition of a muse.

You on the other hand were trying to keep down your groans about your ankles as much as possible. Heels were a mistake enough to attempt to run in let alone fall in, god could this day get any…better? Oh no. He was hot.

You swallowed harshly as he looked down at you, tilting his head and eyes wide. You noticed the tea spilt in a little puddle behind him and felt a little guilty, but he seemed to pay it no mind, his piercing blue eyes only on you.

After a silent moment he offered his empty hand. You took it with a hasty thank you under your breath and gripped on. His hand was so warm, so steady, so comfortable to hold. The moment was over quicker than either of you wanted it to be.

You looked to the ground, smoothing down the ruffles in your clothes, some that existed and some that certainly didn’t, so you could reset yourself. You were not going to be flustered by the first man you saw outside of work though to be fair he would be a good reason to let that rule lay down. He was certainly a fine specimen.

You looked back up, coughing to clear your throat. His gaze was already glued to you, it hadn’t been torn off since the moment you bumped into him. His eyes didn’t even shift now you were staring into his. His mouth was slightly agape, his cheeks dusted pink, his eyebrows raised. You were getting nervous but wanted to know what was going on in that head of his.

“Uh, hi…” you started, leaning your head to the side, “Didn’t mean to bump into you there, sorry for spilling your tea.”

He blinked.

“You’re…” he trailed off, having caught himself before he said something stupid. He coughed into his fist, finally looking away, the student poster about splitting atoms on the classroom becoming suddenly riveting. “Sorry, could I help you in anyway?”

You scratched the back of your head with a small smile and Erwin short circuited. “Yeah actually, I’m meant to be picking up a friend’s sister, but I got lost.”

“What’s the student’s name? I may be able to direct you?”

“Historia Reiss.”

“Ah.”

“Ah indeed.”

It was no question that the girl would be infamous to teachers as well, the girl tended to make quite an impression. Hopefully she wouldn’t be rolling her eyes at you more than necessary when you finally found her.

“Miss Reiss is likely at the gym.” He pointed down a corridor, the one you had come from.

You opened your mouth and closed it again, you would probably get lost again but you couldn’t convince yourself that’s why you asked the next question. “Sorry, do you think you walk me there?”

A colourful array of curses flew through your mind as he stilled, a deer in the headlights. You were about to apologise for being a bother and go on your way when his face brightened to an almost blinding degree and his eyes crinkled with his accompanying smile.

“It would be my pleasure.”

The walk started in silence for a few moments as you both scrambled for something to talk about.

“So um,” you said, “What do you teach here? You are a teacher, right? Not just some random guy taking advantage of the tea?”

He was already panicking being in the vicinity of you, so he almost didn’t pick up your teasing tone. The fact you were making fun of him just made his heart hammer even harder.

“I can confirm I’m not some stranger, to this school at least.” His added smile made your heart skip a beat; you should sue him. “I teach history here, but I won’t burden you with the specifics.”

“Do.”

“Pardon?”

“Burden me with the specifics. The teaching path wasn’t for me, but I admire those who followed it,” you sent a smile of your own back, “Plus, you seem like the kind of guy to know your stuff. You look like a passionate teacher. I wish there were more of those when I went to school.”

He took a second to compose himself, you being very cruel to him right now. He’d known you for approximately two minutes, but you were making it increasingly difficult for him to not declare his inevitable love right then and there.

“Oh well um,” he stumbled over his words, trying to string a few sentences together that would be worthy of your time. His hands were already extended, ready to add a visual focus. “War is quite an obvious favourite to go to, but I’ve always been more interested in the things that went on behind the scenes, the life of soldiers and nurses who lost their lives, the lives of those who stayed behind, anyone trying to look for peaceful solutions. Those have always interested me more. And then going far past the world and civil wars of the past three centuries, going back to when England and France were nowhere near the superpowers they became, and of course focusing all around the world. Europe has honestly been pretty lacklustre with their stories compared to everywhere else.”

He looked back to you, half-expecting you to be twiddling your thumbs, but your sight hadn’t moved. Your eyes were wide and bright like the ones he had seen in Armin and Marco except with an added adult understanding and perspective. This was quite unfair on his heart.

He turned his head down a corridor, taking the opportunity to calm down his heated cheeks. Really quite unfair.

“So what do you do?” He tried his best to make the words come out as smooth as he hoped. You didn’t seem to take notice that they didn’t.

“I’m a lawyer, so definitely a different world from yours.” Your laugh was awe-inspiring, he wished it were his morning alarm. There was no way he could come to hate it.

“It suits you,” he noted. It made perfect sense, everything about you commanded attention, thinking about you controlling a court room was easy to picture.

You sputtered out a few sounds, not sure if they were sophisticated enough to be called words and looked down a corridor as you passed, trying to figure out what the angry looking janitor was thinking about instead of what your brain was. This man was having quite the effect on you, and it wasn’t even his looks! Rude!

“Thank you, assuming that’s a compliment.”

Erwin simply nodded, not wanting to let you be privy to his thought processes right then. He would never recover.

“What area do you work in if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Currently represent for murder and manslaughter cases, anything that usually ended up with a person dead or nearly dead.”

A different world from yours indeed.

“I imagine that’s quite intense.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “The paperwork numbs a lot of it, honestly most of my clients aren’t any different from students.”

“I’d hope not.”

“You’d be surprised. Some of those annoying kids in school tend to keep being annoying, annoying enough to land themselves as a suspect for a murder case.”

Now he couldn’t stop thinking about you intimidating a client into submission and to just listen to you and let you take the reins. He would like to see that. He may possibly want to be subjected to it if he was in the right mood. He towered over you, but he would fall to his knees in a second if you told him to as a joke. He hoped that was a wild exaggeration done by his brain, but he knew most things come from a semblance of truth.

You really were something else.

You couldn’t believe you were talking to someone like him. He seemed so self-assured and at one with the flow of life, not needing to seek more to find contentment. He clearly loved his job as much as you loved yours, both acknowledging the downsides but knew it was worth it in the end.

He seemed to be taking up more and more of your brain as he continued to talk, only adding to the list of positives, there hadn’t seemed to be any negatives yet. You were concerned that there didn’t seem to be any. From his looks to his personality to the way he held himself, it was honesty too good to be true. Right?

When he looked at you, your cheeks would burn, and you’d feel like you were in high school all over again. That was one of the things you had forgotten, although small, they had been of the good parts about school. Crushes had always been a little fun.

But the way his lips pulled into an easy smile should be illegal. You could deal with murderers, not this. If he was ever on the stand in court, you would be a stuttering mess when trying to cross-examine him.

As you two kept talking, you’d take turns left and right, seemingly with no real reason. You were pretty sure you had seen those maths posters before, but you didn’t mention it. You were plenty happy to let this be dragged out a little longer. You were flattered to say the least.

Erwin knew that he couldn’t “trick” you without you noticing eventually, he couldn’t do that to save his life, but he also knew that if you had caught on to his little game, you would mention it if you wanted him to stop. That fact made his chest flutter, though perhaps it probably was time to take you where you needed to go so you didn’t have your friend yelling at you. He wasn’t that cruel.

The sound of cheers reached your eyes, your shoulders deflated. Guess this is it then. The gym doors came into sight and you could spot the cheerleaders practicing their formations through the open door. They all looked exhausted, so it was probably near the end by now.

Against the wall you could see Historia’s “friends” watching and applauding whenever Historia so as much breathed. No wonder she got bored.

Your feet came to a stop, just outside the entrance and you looked up to him. He shifted slightly, unsure of what to say.

“Thank you um…” you said before your eyes few open, “Holy- I can’t believe I didn’t get your name?”

He chuckled, deep and clear. “Erwin, Erwin Smith.”

You gave your name to his and his lips mouthed around it silently, feeling the shape of all the letters. It made you a little flustered how earnestly he was printing it into his brain.

Neither of you moved, you didn’t want to go into the gym, and he didn’t want to leave. To put it simply, you were smitten with each other and it was embarrassingly obvious to everyone including the both of you.

The cheerleaders stopped, grabbing their bags and chugging down litre water bottles. Historia would snitch on you in an instant if she saw you hitting on her teacher, so it was time to depart.

“I guess this is it then…” You dragged out the sentence, still trying to stall.

“I suppose it is.”

“Thank you, I do mean it. I guess I’ll see you when I see you.”

He nodded, swallowing. “I guess I will. Have a pleasant evening, both you and Miss Reiss.”

You cracked a grin. “I can’t promise she will have one, but I know you definitely made my evening a good one. See you, Erwin.”

He smiled softly. “See you.”

He waved as he walked back through the corridors, he snuck a look over his shoulder when he had almost disappeared from view to find you still looking at him. Both of your faces burst into flames and you looked away from each other.

You took Historia home after she (mainly her friends) questioned why you were there instead of Frieda. Reiner, you believed his name was, offering to take her home as suavely as he could to be shot down so quickly by Historia you got whiplash. Her friends bid her dramatic goodbyes which she didn’t reply to, and you two made your way to the car.

“Were you talking to Mr Smith?” She didn’t even bother taking her eyes off of her phone to ask.

“I…I was. I got lots trying to find you so he helped me get to the gym.”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “He didn’t need to take you all the way there though.”

“He was…he was just being nice.”

She hummed, no emotion behind to hide whether or not it was full of doubt. You really didn’t want her to tell Frieda or you’d never live it down.

“I finally get your ass out of the court room and you flirt with the first guy you see? Bold as ever.”

Though maybe, just maybe, it meant you could offer to pick up Historia more often. Maybe.

Everyone knew it wasn’t a maybe.

Erwin made his way back to his desk and he plopped himself down on his chair with a sigh. He leant his head back to look at the ceiling, projecting the past minutes on the white ceiling.

He didn’t even ask for your number.

He cursed at himself and dragged a hand over his face before getting back to his mountain of paperwork. Perhaps it was too bold to offer up his heart this quickly.

But you had said “see you”, and maybe it was too much for him to assume, but usually that meant a second meeting was anticipated. Maybe.

Everyone knew it wasn’t a maybe.

His tea had gone cold, but that was alright. He had met a goddess that evening after all.

a/n: to the person who sent this in sorry it took so long! this was my first time writing for Erwin so i hope it’s alright! thank you for reading :)

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katsuflossy · 4 years

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Can I request headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Deku where they like someone who can be very honest and blunt so sometimes their comments might come off as an accidental roast or maybe they didn't read the room and didn't sugarcoat something they said? It was never out of malice, but they don't have a filter if you know what I mean?

Their Blunt S/o

Pairings: Bakugo x reader, Izuku x reader, Shinso x reader

Warnings: a lil’ obscenities, one la ganja joke.

A/n: Sorry for the long wait. I myself is quite blunt but I didn’t want the reader to be completely mean 😭 I hope you like it!!

Taglist: @goatsenpaiultimate @sunset-novice-writer

💥 Really loves how you smoke everyone with your blunt ass (huehuehue marijuana joke)

💥 He’s usually on the same wavelength as you; you two are both crude, poison-laced tongue individuals.

💥 But you don’t mean any harm at times while Katsuki does.

💥 The first time you guys met was when he was talking about how he’ll destroy Midoriya during the first quirk test of the class.

💥 The scene was taking up all the time in the day and you were hungry. So you intervened. “Just get on with it. You’re wasting everyone’s time here Atomic Blonde.”

💥 I made that joke already just leave me alone

💥 He turned around, ready to light your ass on fire however Aizawa wrapped him up like a mummy before he could reach you.

💥 Really despised you for a while. Mans is upset because you don’t care about what comes out your mouth and you’re always pointing out some flaws in his technique or personality.

💥 But the miracle happens that he saw how your comments actually pushed him to perform better in both school work and training.

💥 Thus you are integrated in the Bakusquad! 🥳

💥 He loves your presence, eyeing you while you both help the rest in the frequent study sessions, Laughing when you comment on Denki’s lame pick up lines and Kirishima’s clumsy ass.

💥 When it’s his turn, he goes all dramatic with it to keep your attention on him. Once your eyes land on him, he intends to keep them there by any means necessary. The usual strategy is to tease and start a roast session that becomes a staple in your everyday lives.

💥 He really appreciates how you treat him differently than everyone else.

💥 So when everyone was pitying him after his kidnap and the battle of All Might vs AFO. He was so frustrated.

💥 The day he arrived to school, everyone was willing to do everything for him: hold his bag, get him lunch and other offers that made him seem helpless.

💥 So the day when everyone was in the lounge room and Kirishima offered to take his suitcase upstairs, you decided to say a few words.

💥 “Why are you doing that? He’s not a fucking baby. Stop treating him like a limping wolf.” You then turned to Bakugo. “And you, we get it. Your backbone is strong and you hate being helpless but sometimes you need fucking help both physically and mentally so be an actual man and actually fucking talk instead of blabbering all this unphased bullshit.”

💥 Dead silence dissipated all the nonsensical talk in the room before Bakugo stormed off, a shadow casted over his brow as his fingers creaked under its own force to remain fisted.

💥 As soon as he left, Tsuyu turned to you criticising your approach even though it was true. But the truth hurts and you believe everyone should deal with the pain 🤷🏽‍♀️ cmon bad bitch

💥 Arrived at your door after the whole brawl with Midoriya, jaw puffed and red coordinating with a nasty gash on his arm. You dragged him in, berating his choices on releasing his emotions like a neanderthal. Among the constant scolds, he silenced you with a simple sentence.

💥 “I’m sorry. You were right and I need to talk to someone.”

💥 The night consisted of him talking about his life, insecurities and fears while attempting to compose his emotions. With a little push, all the feelings he kept where released to the wild, for the better.

💥 Now he has a whole new meaning for liking you.

🥦 Little baby boy can hardly withstand your bluntness

🥦 Attempts to be your translator if someone takes your words wrong.

🥦 Your critiques aren’t the nicest so Midoriya fills that gap in.

🥦 He’s always as flabbergasted as the receiver of your comments. His verdant eyes widened grandly and as he inhales a sharp gasp. After the shock he turns to the person with apprehension, letting your intentions be known in a softer version than it was given.

🥦 “Tenya, don’t ever try to make breakfast again. The eggs were shit like how did you even burn the water?” Midoriya quickly jumped in, waving his hands erratically to ensure no harm. “S-she meant that your eggs were—ehm— had a little saltiness to them and also to try keep the fire to—uh m-medium?”

🥦 Scared that someone will beat your ass over something you said but that isn’t no problem because that mouth comes with a good pair of hands.

🥦 But he really admires your sharp tongue and frank mind. Unlike hisself, you plough through all nervous talks and thoughts, making your thoughts as clear as day.

🥦 But he’s not excluded from any harsh comments.

🥦 After figuring out why he almost missed the talent show, you laid it on thick.

🥦”Are you completely nuts? Couldn’t you wait on Rappa or I don’t know call someone from up here to get security? You really just love to throw yourself in trouble, don’t you?”

🥦 Ngl, it did sting a little but whatever Izuku believed he did right, he will forever be proud of it. Aside from that, he is hurt that you thought his actions were irrational.

🥦 Noticing his frown and glossy eyes, you quickly apologised, not intending to ridicule his actions.

🥦 “Izuku, I...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. I was just really worried and I care for you a lot.”

🥦 If he was close to crying from before he’s in tears now. His blush ignited his face as his mind mulled over your confession.

🥦 He accepted your apology and as his heart couldn’t take anymore blatant affection from a girl, you hugged him, hugged him.

🥦 And that’s how Midoriya fell even more hopelessly in love with you.

🎆 The tired baby boy

🎆 He is also blessed with the ability to be brash, although it is underhanded.

🎆 but he definitely noticed how brash you were when he confronted Class 1A before the sports festival.

🎆 The tension between Bakugo and the students outside palpable, the mixture of agitation and unease stifled the air everyone breathed until you trod to the door.

🎆 “Are you boys done with your little intimidation battle? Because I have an anime to binge watch and I’d rather not have it wait any longer.” You then turned to Shinso.

🎆 “By the way your hair is really cute.”

🎆 You left everyone gobsmacked as you passed through the crowd without fail, as if you didn’t even interrupt a brewing clash a second ago. But no one was as gobsmacked as Shinso who was blushing from the compliment.

🎆 Ever since, your bluntness has not wavered even after becoming friends with him through Kaminari and Sero.

🎆 You obviously showed you liked him. Your frank attitude included being downright honest in your attraction to him and others.

🎆 Exhaustion clouded his eyes heavily as he walked past your lunch table filled with Class 1A’s girls talking about their fears for the future. Mina’s almost drawn to tears about the upcoming math test as Uraraka consoled her worries.

🎆 Everyone was nervous, anxiety wore on their face and through the sounds of nail biting from Hagakure.

🎆 As soon as the mind control quirk wielder caught your eye, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking.

🎆 “Shinsou is so handsome. And he’s getting quite buff judging by how his shirt was constricting from before. Don’t you guys think?”

🎆 Your comment was loud enough to reach the by-passer, who blushed at the sudden compliment. His hand naturally travelled to the nape of his neck, soothing his own embarrassment as the table’s eyes, in particular yours, laid on him, waiting on his response.

🎆 “Why t-thank you, (Y/n)” He nodded in acknowledgment of your compliment and then walked briskly off to his own table.

🎆 Mina turned towards you as he was out of ear range. “Have you no shame?! I was crying about my grades before you suddenly wanted to say Shinso was hot.”

🎆 Everybody started saying how random and sudden you were before you shrugged your shoulders.

🎆 “A girl knows what she likes.”

🎆 Shinso eventually warms up to your sudden compliments and impartial bluntness

🎆 The two of you were eventually called a“pair of blunt knives” by Kaminari.

🎆 Doesn’t matter, it’s a cute couple name ☺️.

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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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please give me Anything himbo roger i need this like perhaps... him being obsessed with eating pussy? pls? - cloud anon

I’m so so so glad you requested more himbo rog because i love any excuse to write him lmao. This is a bit of a long one, certainly well over blurb length but what are you gonna do. I just have a lot of thots where himbo rog is concerned and then there was that convo a little while ago about dressing him in a maid uniform and I had to use it in here.

warnings: smut, hypnosis & bimbofication, dom!reader, fingering, pegging, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, a little bit of spanking, a little choking, a very brief mention of public sex, free use (perhaps leaning ever so slightly into consensual non consent), humiliation and degradation

Blurb Advent: Day 15

Future Management Series (all my bimbo/himbo writing)

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The costume shop was quiet when you entered it, one of the fluorescent lights at the far end flickering. The lady at the counter looked up from her magazine, her gaze lingering on Roger for a moment before she looked back down.

“What was the theme again?” you asked Roger as you flicked through a rack of women’s costumes.

“The letter M,” he replied from one of the other racks.

“How did Freddie pick that?”

“Dunno, you’d have to ask him. Bigger question is what are we going to wear.”

“What about Mickey and Minnie Mouse?” you shrugged.

“That sounds easy. And we’d look cute as fuck.”

“Sorry, hun,” the woman at the counter piped up, “Sold out of them two days ago.”

“Rats.”

“Mice, love,” Roger teased poking his tongue out as he went to check out another row of costumes, “We could make them from scratch I suppose.”

“Left it a bit late though. We’re meant to have them by Saturday.” You headed to the counter in the hopes that the woman there would be able to speed things up, “Do you have any other costumes starting with M then?”

She sighed as she were being interrupted in a very important task before putting down her magazine and pulling out a binder full of lists of stock. Flicking through it she located the section with M. An awful lot of it had been crossed out.

“How many people are invited to this thing? And do they all shop here?”

He shrugged as he joined you at the counter, “Roughly half of London if his last party was anything to go by. What are our options?”

The women smiled at Roger, her attitude becoming much friendlier now that he was involved, “Not a lot I’m afraid. We’ve still got a Mummy, as in Ancient Egypt, ummm, a Maid, as in French, Marilyn Monroe, Mary Poppins, a Monk, Mrs Clause, Medieval Princess…”

“Looks like you’ll be easy to sort out,” Roger said to you, “not much in the way of mens costumes though. I’d be an alright Mummy I guess,”

“Sorry, should have specified. It’s a women’s costume that one. Very sexy,”

“How do you make a Mummy sexy?”

“Strategically removed bandages. I can show you if you like,” she said this last part to Roger, suggestion dripping from every word.

“What about the Monk?” you suggested.

“Ehhhh,”

“Beggars can’t be choosers Rog.”

“Alright, it’s the backup idea. Would I be able to fit in any of those other costumes though?”

The woman thought about it, giving Roger a once over as if measuring him with just her eyeballs, “The Maid maybe. Think we should have one large enough.”

“Alright I’ll try that.”

“And I’ll go Marilyn Monroe?”

“You as Marilyn? Oh there’s a joke in there somewhere…something about How To Mary A Millionaire?”

You shook your head at him, “Just go and try on your dress,”

It was a good thing Roger had no qualms about cross dressing because the maid outfit fit perfectly. One look at Roger’s legs in the short, ruffled skirt had your mind whirring with ideas. He bought both your costumes, adding in a maid’s headband and fishnet stockings for himself and a blond Marilyn wig for you. And on Saturday night you watched him don the outfit once more, struggling to keep your hands off him. Without you knowing, he’d gone and bought himself a pair of simple black heels, explaining that if he was going to do it he might as well do it properly. Unfortunately for you they just emphasised the shape of his legs in the fishnets and made his hips sway as he walked.

The party itself was fun but you constantly found yourself zoning out, thinking about what you’d like to do to Roger before he got out of the dress.

“Love?” he asked, making you blink yourself back to the thumping music and loud voices, “You alright?’

“Fine,” you nodded.

Roger frowned and grabbed your hand, leading you away from the main throng of people, “You’ve been zoning out all night, are you sure you’re okay? Haven’t had too much to drink or anything?”

“No, it’s fine. Someone lit up a joint before and I must have breathed in some of it without meaning to.”

He gave you a look like he knew there was more to it.

“Also, maybe I can’t stop thinking about trancing you in that dress.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened and if it hadn’t been as dark as it was you would have seen a light pink stain creeping up his neck. He glanced around and then pulled you off down the hall and towards an even quieter spot, “and um, what might that look like?”

“I don’t know, got a few ideas,” your breath hitched as Roger pushed you into a dark corner of whichever room you’d ended up in, “like the idea of you on your knees. Bet I could see your arse if you leaned forward enough.”

Roger attached his lips to your throat, oblivious of if anyone else was around.

“Maybe spanking you or edg – ” you were cut off as Roger kissed you full on the mouth, his hands already working at getting his underwear and stockings down far enough to get his dick out.

“We’ll continue this conversation at home,” he said as he lifted you up, pushing your back against the wall as he moved your underwear aside.

It took a couple of days for the topic to come up again but Roger was still just as into it as he had been at the party. He’d clearly been thinking about it too because he had almost as many ideas as you did and for a week or so you discussed it on and off. It came up intermittently, sometimes a single idea out of nowhere.

“What if you tranced me and made me think I was your maid or uhhh servant? Maybe like acted really strict? Or mean even?”

“What about I get a bell to ring to get your attention but use the hypnosis to condition you to get hornier when you hear it?”

Or sometimes it was more of a conversation with each of you building on what the other said.

“What do you think about exploring that free use thing we talked about a few months ago? Like me just having you how I want and when I want.”

“Would that require a more extended hypnosis? A whole day maybe? More?”

“No I don’t think so. I mean, maybe longer than the usual couple of hours. An afternoon? Not longer than a day though, I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that to you.”

“Then yeah okay, we did agree it sounded hot in a non-hypno way so mixing them together should work. Um, what about that pegging thing we tried?”

“You wanna do it again?”

“Yeah I think so. Again, it was pretty hot last time so doing it while I’m hypnotised can only be better, right?”

“Are you sure? We’re both pretty new to it.”

“Yeah I’m sure. I really enjoyed it,” he laughed nervously, “and I would have suggested doing it again anyway, this just seems like a good excuse.”

By the end of the week you had a pretty solid idea about what you were both looking for from the scene and what you’d both feel comfortable doing. And you arranged it so you were both at home on Friday, free to spend the morning relaxing and the afternoon playing.

After an early lunch in which you made sure to mess up the kitchen, Roger went and changed, once again putting on the dress, fishnets, hair piece and shoes. Only this time he wore one of your thongs, sheer black, underneath and a butt plug you’d picked up for him, complete with a pink jewel on the end. For your part, you dressed in one of your work outfits with a grey pencil skirt and white blouse, hopeful that it would make you seem more authoritative. Roger did a little spin for you when he was dressed and then sat in one of the kitchen chairs so you could talk him down into his trance. The scenario you’d agreed upon had him believing he was your silly brainless maid, hired to do whatever you asked. The sound of your bell meant you had another task for him, but it also made him extra horny. So horny in fact that he’d have trouble remembering what he was meant to be doing. As you dropped him deeper and he relaxed more, you noticed his legs spreading further open, making you laugh to yourself. Finally you rang the bell to wake him.

Roger grinned at you from the chair, “What can I do for you Ma’am?”

“Your first job of the day, Dummy,” you said, putting on a stern voice that left no room for argument, “is to dust off the bookshelf in the living room. It’s filthy up there.”

“Where?”

“Through this doorway,” you pointed and he dutifully stood up and began to walk toward it.

“You’ll need a duster,” you reminded him.

“Oh! Of course, Ma’am. Umm….”

“In that cupboard,”

Roger nodded, cheeks pink with embarrassment and retrieved the feather duster.

You followed him out to the living room, watching his skirt bounce with each step. He started off with the shelves at eye level, humming to himself as he brushed the duster over them, but soon had to move on to the shelves higher up. You perched yourself on the couch, acting as if you were reading though your eyes were on Roger, watching as he wobbled on his tip toes, his skirt riding up. You rang the bell and Roger jolted, looking around for you as he bit his lip.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“I think you might need to stand on a chair, Dummy. It doesn’t seem like you can reach the top shelves.”

He nodded and hurried to retrieve one, nearly running in his haste to please you.

The chair was a stroke of genius on your part. It gave you a good view up his skirt as he happily continued his dusting, especially when he leant over to get the far end of each shelf without moving his chair. You could clearly see the pink jewel every time and it made you eager to get him onto the next task. With another ring of the bell Roger jumped down to the ground and hurried to ask what he could do now.

“My shoes,” you said, pointing at the heels on your feet, “they need polishing. I want you to spit shine them for me.”

Roger blinked at you.

You clicked and pointed at your shoes again, “On your knees. C’mon, I’m not paying you to stand around and look pretty. Lick my shoes clean.”

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am,” he bowed his head and dropped to his knees where he stood, crawling over to you.

“Good Dummy,” you said as he trailed his tongue over the toe of your shoe. You’d wiped down the shoes earlier just to make sure Roger wouldn’t pick up any germs from them, but he was too brainless to notice they were already clean, enthusiastically licking at them. You made it clear you were watching him closely though. Midway through the second shoe you saw him brush his hand over the front of the skirt and stopped his shoe shining.

“I’m sorry, Dummy, is this making you horny?”

“Yes, Ma’am, it is,”

“Show me how much,” you wiggled your shoe under the hem of the skirt and pressed it lightly up, rubbing the toe against his crotch, “Hump my shoe, Maid.”

Without any more encouragement he began doing exactly as you’d asked, dragging his clothed cock along the top of your shoe, letting his eyes shut as he bit his lip.

“Alright, enough.” You pulled your food free and held it out in front of you, “Is it my imagination or did you make a mess on my shoe?”

He tilted his head to the side.

“I think you’re so fucking horny you’ve got precum all over my shoe. Is that right?”

“I don’t know,”

“Well,” you grabbed him by the hair and pushed him over the streak, “clean it up and tell me.”

Roger whimpered as you pulled his hair to move him where you wanted but thanked you for helping him and confirmed you were right. After that you felt he deserved a reward so you readjusted yourself, pulling your pencil skirt a little higher up your legs before you rang the bell again.

Roger groaned quietly at the sound, his breathing a little harder than before and then sat back. His eyes fell to where your skirt was gathered against your thigh as you crossed your legs.

“What now Ma’am?” he watched closely as you recrossed your legs, “Is there something else you’d like me to lick?”

“I don’t know. Is there something else you’d like to lick?”

He nodded, eyes still firmly on your thighs.

“Aren’t you just a pathetic little slut.��

“Am I?”

“I’m afraid so. Do you understand why?”

Roger nodded, still staring at your crotch, and then shook his head.

“Oh Dummy. It’s one thing to be my good little maid and eat me out when I tell you to, it’s entirely different for you to ask to do it. Do you see how slutty that makes you?”

Roger tilted his head and then shook it.

You tutted at him and knocked the bell as if on accident.

He whined at the sound.

“Crawl to the dining room. I want you to wash the floor in there.”

“But…please? I want to lick you soooooo bad and I’d be so good at it.”

“Careful, Maid. Now crawl.

“Yes Ma’am.” Roger dipped his head in apology and began crawling to the next room.

You stepped around him to retrieve a bucket of water and a cloth, placing both on the floor of the dining room where he stopped, “You know what to do.”

He looked at the bucket and back to you, confusion written all over his face.

With an exaggerated and exasperated sigh you handed him the cloth and, taking hold of his wrist, plunged his hand into the warm water. He gasped as you then wrenched it free and dropped it to the floorboards.

“Scrub.”

He nodded, looking mildly upset and dragged the cloth slowly over the floor.

You watched for a little while before coming up behind him, “Put your back into it, stop being lazy.” you pressed his upper back with your foot to make him bend forward.

His neck and face were bright pink, though it was hard to say whether it was arousal or embarrassment that was making him flush more. He did as you asked though, scrubbing the floor harder. You stepped behind him again, admiring the view and occasionally reminding him what you expected. After you felt you’d watched him struggle enough you stepped up behind him again. He pushed the cloth harder, expecting another reprimand. Instead you trailed you hand over the curve of his arse, pushing his skirt up higher.

Roger stilled, though you heard him whine softly into the floor.

“You’re doing a very good job, Dummy.”

He gasped when you suddenly spanked him but he pushed his arse back against your hand.

“You want another?”

He shook his head but kept pressing back against you.

“But I think you do,” You gave him another spank, “Now keep being good and see if you can earn some more.”

He nodded and smiled, though there were tears in his eyes, and then returned to scrubbing the floor.

You let him go for a while, stepping out into the other room to calm down and get ready for the next part of the plan. You could feel your wetness pooling in your underwear with how turned on you were at ordering Roger around and how much he was enjoying it. Originally you were going to make him wait to get you off until after you’d fucked him but perhaps you could have your cake and eat it too. All the same you headed to the bedroom to gather the strap and dildo you’d bought when the topic of pegging had first arisen between you. You grabbed them and the lube and then put them down again as you considered your next move. The conclusion you came to was that there wasn’t much point having a desperate bimbo toy if you were only going to deny yourself. Roger came as much as he wanted when you were the one under his influence, so why shouldn’t you do the same. You quickly shimmied out of your underwear, and then picked everything up again, dropping it on the couch in the living room on your way back to see how Roger was getting along. He was still scrubbing though he’d spilt some of the water as he’d moved the bucket, the top of his dress wet in patches. You pulled out one of the chairs, standing in front of it as you rang the bell, and watched as Roger squirmed at the sound.

“What can I do for you Ma’am?”

“Come here.”

He immediately dropped the cloth and crawled towards you.

“Good Dummy. Need your fingers to make me feel good.” You rucked your skirt up and dropped onto the seat, placing one leg up on the table.

Rogers eyes lit up and he leaned forward as if to lick hungrily along your slit.

You grabbed his hair and held him back.

“Ma’am?” Roger whined, struggling against your grip with his tongue hanging out, desperate to reach your cunt.

“I said fingers, slut.”

Roger whimpered again but brought his hand up, trailing his fingers along your slit.

“That’s right Dummy. You’re gonna finger me and make me cum and you’re going to keep your eyes up here so I know you’ll behave yourself.”

He nodded rapidly, his eyes on yours, “You’re wet,”

“You know how much I like watching your cute little arse work. C’mon, finger me,” you instructed, waiting until he’d sunk one digit into you before continuing, “Love seeing you with that pretty plug. Makes me want to use you.”

“Ma’am can I…?”

“I didn’t say you could talk. Focus.”

Roger’s eyebrows furrowed as he pulled his finger out and pressed it back in.

“You look confused Slut. What’s the matter?”

“Is this good?”

You smiled indulgently at that, half convinced he’d been about to ask to eat you out again, “So good Dummy. Add a second finger.”

He did as you asked, automatically curling them against you as he pulled them out.

“You’re such a good, obedient servant.” You relaxed back into the chair, letting Roger find a good rhythm.

He was quiet for a bit, concentrating, and then “Can I lick you now?”

You made a tutting noise, “I thought you understood your position.”

“Pos-tition?”

“I guess I have to explain it again then. I don’t care if you like licking cunt, this isn’t about you. You’re my maid. Your job is to serve me however I want, remember? I don’t care if you want something different. You’re mine to use how and when I want. Those were the conditions I hired you under, do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,”

“Are you sure? Then why haven’t I cum yet?”

Roger kept his eyes locked on yours as he sunk a third finger into you, pumping them faster and bringing his other hand up to rub your clit.

“Better,” you managed to get out, though it was much breathier than you’d intended.

Roger poked his tongue out between his teeth as he put all his energy into pleasuring you. You let your head drop back, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts as he sank his fingers deep into you, his other hand firmly occupied too. He slid his thumb between your lips and up to circle your clit, spreading your arousal over your cunt. The mixture of sensations sent you over the edge without too much delay, your legs clamping shut to keep his hand where you wanted it until you’d come down. Afterwards you made Roger hold his fingers up, cleaning them off with your own tongue. He whined and pouted as he watched you lick up your juices, so desperate to taste you for himself. You gave him a small concession though, grabbing his cheeks when you were done to force his mouth open. He looked confused as you brought your face close and spat onto his tongue, your saliva tinged with what you’d just licked from his fingers. But he thanked you with a big smile and a small hum of satisfaction as he swallowed it.

“What now Ma’am?” he asked softly, sitting up straighter and glancing at the bell.

You bumped the bell against your palm as if in thought, watching Roger wince with each ring, “The kitchen needs a tidy up. Go in there and wipe down all the benches for me, okay? I’ll be back soon to check on you.”

Roger nodded and walked on unsteady legs back through the house. You followed him, needing to point him in the right direction a couple of times, and then continued on to the living room to collect your supplies and remove your skirt. It took you a little while to figure out the harness. Last time Roger had helped you get set up so doing it on your own was a little confusing. You took a breath and reminded yourself you were a smart and capable woman and that you could figure out a simple sex toy on your own, and eventually got it on right. When you were comfortable you popped open the lube and spread more than you thought you’d need along the shaft of the toy. It still felt a little bizarre to look down and see a penis, even if it was obviously fake. The first time you’d tried it on you’d wondered aloud if the work you did for those living rough would have been easier to achieve if you had a real one and Roger had suggested you wear it to work one day and find out. You’d laughed at how ridiculous that was and the memory made you chuckle again as you double checked everything was in the right place.

Roger was in the kitchen when you arrived, standing at the bench with a cloth in his hand, humming to himself, though he seemed to have forgotten what he was meant to be doing. You stepped behind him and ran your hand up the inside of his thigh, over the stockings.

The humming stopped and he stilled, “Ma’am?”

“Bend over.”

He did as you asked, his chest and arms leaning on the bench.

You felt him up, letting your hands roam under his skirt, brushing over his cock and along his thigh and over his arse, making his shiver and whine. “Good thing this dress is so short, Dummy. Makes it so much easier for me. And it makes you look like a slut. You’re very hard by the way, does that mean you like it when I tell you what to do?”

His voice was soft when he spoke to the bench top, “Yes, Ma’am,”

“That’s good because I like telling you what to do. And you should be happy to know that I’m wet from watching my brainless maid working all day.”

“I am happy!”

“You are?”

“Mmhmm. Maybe I could help you Ma’am, I love cunt so much.”

“Aww Dummy,” you cooed, stroking your fingers through his hair, “That’s sweet of you to offer but it’s not what I want right now,” you took the fishnets in both hands and tugged until a rip formed right along the back, “For now I want you to stay bent over for me so I can use you. Just like I talked about before, remember?”

“When you said I’m yours to use how you want?”

“You do remember! Good boy!”

“And you said, ummmm,” he gasped as you moved his underwear aside and began slowly working the plug out of him, adding lube to make it easier

“Go one, what else did I say?” you asked as you pushed the plug back in, fucking him with it, adding more lube as necessary.

“Umm, you said they were the,” he stretched out the word as he thought hard, “oh! The co-com-bit-ons and that its, umm, my job to serve you?”

“Very good! That was so much to remember, I’m very impressed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dummy. I think I’ll have to give you a reward for remembering it all so well.”

Roger looked over his shoulder at you, grinning, “Thank you Ma’am,”

“Alright, turn back around, I’m still going to use you. Because….?”

“Because I’m yours?”

“Good boy,” you pulled the plug free and placed it on the bench beside you. Squeezing some more lube onto your fingers you began spreading it over his arsehole.

“‘s cold,” he said softly to the bench.

“I know baby, but it won’t be for long. And I gotta make sure there’s enough so that I don’t hurt you. And then you’ll be all ready for my cock.”

Roger nodded, flattening himself on the bench as you lined up the tip of the dildo and slowly sank into him.

Roger made a high pitched keening noise and you reached out to stroke his hair again as he adjusted.

“You okay, baby?” you asked letting the stern act drop for a moment.

Roger nodded, “yeah, ‘m okay. Just feels funny.”

“But good though?”

“Mmhmm. Good.”

“Good. I want you to like it. It’s more fun when you do.”

“I do!” as if to prove it he pushed his hips back, making you sink a little deeper.

“I can see that,” you laughed, “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay Dummy, and you’re going to enjoy it, right?”

He nodded, whining as you pulled your hips back slowly and then thrust forward again, figuring out your rhythm and adjusting to the sort of muscle movement it required. As you got more comfortable with it you let yourself be a little firmer, grasping Roger’s waist and fucking him harder, drawing more gasps and whines and moans from him. You varied your speed, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, keeping Roger from knowing exactly what you would do next (and giving yourself a break every so often). He’d taken your instruction to enjoy it to heart though. His fingernails scraped along the top of the bench as he tried to ground himself, rocking his hips back against you whenever you slowed.

“I want you to cum, Dummy. Rub your cock through your pretty sheer panties.”

“Th-through?”

“Over your panties.”

“Um,”

You stilled your hips and pulled out of him so you could grab his hand and lift his skirt, placing his palm over his cock, “now rub.”

He nodded, swallowing hard as he began to stroke himself. His hand stilled as you plunged into him again but a warning word made him remember what you wanted and he shakily followed your orders as you fucked him hard.

“How does it feel, Maid, being used for my entertainment?”

Roger babbled something incomprehensible in response. You couldn’t tell if it was just noise or if he’d been trying to form words but it was hot either way.

“C’mon, show me how much you like being my pretty little fuck doll. Be the pathetic little slut I know you are, and cum.” You panted between the words but Roger didn’t seem to notice or if he did he didn’t care. It must have sounded authoritative enough because a few seconds later he was moaning, his fingers twitching and legs shaking as he came. You slowed to a stop and replaced the dildo with his plug again before fixing his underwear and smoothing down his skirt.

“There, all pretty again,”

“Thank you Ma’am,” he sighed.

You patted his head, “Finish up cleaning off the benches in here and I’ll have another job for you.” You walked off, releasing a long breath once you were out of his hearing.

In the time it took you to get out of the harness, put your skirt back on, throw the dildo into a sink of hot water and relocate the bell, Roger achieved very little. He hadn’t moved from where you’d bent him over though he had stood up and grabbed his cloth again, drawing circles with it over the benchtop. When you came back to get him for his next job he was shifting from foot to foot.

“What’s the matter, Dummy?”

“Nothing,”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded though he didn’t meet your eye.

“Tell me.”

“My panties…”

“Aww, is it a bit uncomfortable?”

He nodded vigorously.

“Well maybe I can distract you.” You rang the bell and watched as his eyes glazed over and his hips jolted. “The bed needs to be made Dummy. Go on, off you go.”

He nodded and hurried off, his heels clicking against the wooden floorboards, his step awkward as he squirmed in discomfort. You followed him and showed him where to get a clean sheet from, watching as he pottered around the bed pulling off all the bedding, throwing them into a pile on the floor. Putting a new fitted sheet on the mattress seemed to be too hard a task though. It was almost cartoonish how much he struggled, placing the wrong corner of the sheet on the wrong corner of the bed and then somehow repeating the same mistake when he tried to turn the sheet around. He wouldn’t stand still, uncomfortably dancing around in his cum soaked underwear, getting more and more frustrated as the corner he thought he’d got on flew up when he tried to fit the next one. Every so often you jangled the bell under the guise of getting his attention to give him a helpful tip or reprimand him for taking so long, but it had the added effect of turning him on more than he already was, his face flushed and his eyes begging. You let him continue for a few minutes and then, when he next turned in response to your bell, you surprised him by pushing him onto the mattress.

“Ma’am?” he asked, voice trembling as you positioned yourself on his thigh and pushed his dress up.

“You made such a mess before, didn’t you? Ruined your panties and I’m afraid it’s spread to your pretty dress,” you showed him the patches on the inside of the skirt from where it had rubbed against the sheer fabric of his knickers and been stained. “Lucky for you I like messy little sluts. And” you palmed him roughly, “I think you like it too. Already hard again?”

Roger shook his head but tilted his head back and whined.

You placed your hand over his throat, “Don’t lie to me, Maid. I can see it; I can feel it. You’re a dirty little slut who gets off on being my property. My dumb little fuck doll.” You punctuated the last sentence by grinding against his thigh with each word, squeezing his length through his stained underwear. “I’m going to make you cum again now and if you’re good I might see about letting you eat me out. I did promise you a reward earlier,”

“Please,” Roger whimpered, “I’ll make you feel so, so good.”

“I know, Dummy. But not yet.” You squeezed his throat at the same time you rubbed your hand over his cock, choking off the moan that had begun to build. Roger squirmed under you as you wanked him off, cooing at him about how pretty he looked and how wet it was making you. Each stroke along his shaft was accompanied by a breathy whine or moan, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering shut. It was always fun to watch Roger be pushed towards release when he was tranced. It was fun when he wasn’t hypnotised either but there was something about taking his brain away that made him more animated and vocal. He babbled at you again, his hand grabbing your wrist as he got closer, his back arching as he tried to buck his hips up into you.

“Good boy, good Dummy,” you praised him as he finished, able to feel the warmth of his release fill the material again as you kept stroking him, milking every drop you could. He whined loudly as he became more sensitive, but you kept toying with him until tears began leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Alright, Dummy, stay there while I take my skirt off.”

Roger remained lying where you left him, so you gave him a soft kiss and wiped away his tears, praising him a little more, before you swung your leg over his face and finally let him have what he wanted.

It was as if you’d told him he’d won the lottery. He just about cheered as he thanked you repeatedly and then wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his tongue. You had to stick out an arm to try and steady yourself as he devoured you, excitedly tracing your lips with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth. He hummed and whimpered against you and used his hands to encourage you to rock yourself against his mouth, spreading your wetness across his face. At one point, so giddy with joy, he giggled, and you jolted at the bizarre tickling sensation of his breath. But that just seemed to spur him on as he licked and sucked every inch of your cunt he could reach. You weren’t sure if his end goal was to make you cum or if he just got very excited and enthusiastic about pussy but, either way, the result was the same. It was impossible to hold back your release as his tongue slid along your folds and his lips latched onto you. He hummed as you gasped and tensed above him, refusing to stop until you pried his hands from your thighs and let yourself fall back to the bed. He pouted as if he wanted to throw a tantrum at having his favourite food taken away, but you managed to make him smile by telling him how incredible you felt and how good he was.

He let you lie down next to him and listened quietly as you talked him out of the trance, reminding him who he was and the reality of your situation. You waited as Roger opened his eyes, stroking his hair back from his face softly as everything returned to him.

“Wow,” was the first thing he said, “That was,” he cleared his throat and pushed himself to sit up, “that was something.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, a very fun something,” he hurried to clarify so you wouldn’t worry, “I take it you enjoyed yourself too?”

You laughed and nodded, “Definitely. This is going to sound bad but I like being mean to you.”

“I get it,” he leaned over to kiss you softly, “I like being mean to you too.”

“And the pegging and free use stuff? All of that was okay? How do you feel now?”

“Oh, better than okay. That was brilliant. We’re definitely playing with them more in the future. Bit sore now and I really, really want to get out of this thong. Also take the plug out.”

“I can arrange that. D’you want some help with the plug?”

“Yes please.” Roger shifted onto his stomach, trying to relax so you could peel off the underwear and slowly wiggle the plug out of his arse, “Add these knickers to the list of ones I’ve ruined though.”

“That’s only cause I get such a kick out of making you cum in your pants.”

He hummed, wincing a little as the plug slipped all the way out, “y’know one of these days I’m going to wake up from a trance and decide to gag you with whatever underwear you made me destroy while I keep eating you out. I still have a bit of a lingering need to have my head between your legs and I do so enjoy overstimulating you.”

“Save that for a special occasion,” you laughed, giving his bum a tap to let him know he could roll over, “C’mon, shall I run us a bath?”

Roger nodded and let you pull him up, kissing you softly before he stood on slightly wobbly legs followed you out of the bedroom.

#my writing #my blurbs #or rather #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #lord have mercy #i need to lie down for 12 years after this #Anonymous #blurb advent 2020

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nikkialena · 3 years

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Not all peaches and cream

As the ship landed the troopers quickly got into position with one bumping your shoulder; however you weren't sure if that was deliberate or if it was a mistake, deciding to be the bigger person and let it go you froze when the sounds of blaster’s reached your ears along with the metal clank of droids. “Well do your thing” came the snide remark of the clone in blue and it took everything in you not to punch him in the face, reaching into your pockets you caught six miniature daggers in between your fingers before charging into battle head first. All the troopers looked at you like you were crazy and two of them even tried to grab you but you dodged their hands, “damn she’s fast” one of the clones muttered as you continued onto the battlefield.

The droids had a hard time shooting you because you were small, fast and agile, by the time they had their blasters trained on you you were already gone and they wound up shooting another droid. You gracefully dodged blasts all the while giggling softly, “come on guys I’m not even trying, you know what here I’ll stand still” you suddenly stopped abruptly and threw your hands in the air releasing your daggers to fall where they pleased. “You shouldn’t have done that jedi now you're finished” croaked one of the golden droids as he aimed his blaster at you, the troopers looked at you bewildered as did Obi wan and Ahsoka but Anakin just smiled knowingly and pat them on the back. “Are you sure about that?”

You cooed as you clapped your wrist together setting off an electrical pulse that fried all of the droids in a five mile radius, as the droids malfunctioned and short circuited the one droid groaned “ah damn I’ve been alive for three hours and I’m already dying”.

You felt kinda bad for it even though it was literally trying to kill you just two seconds ago; so with one swift slice of your dagger you claimed his head. “Hey, you're not going to torture me are you?” You scoffed, “first you don’t have a body so no I can’t torture you even if I wanted to second that’s not really my style” you mumbled a smug smirk wiggled it’s way onto your features as the trooper gawked at you momentarily. ‘Who's the shiny now’ you thought confidently, the daggers unheaved themselves from the ground and flew back to you sliding into their designated spot in your forearm armor.

“That was awesome” the droid whispered from beneath your arm “why thank you” you said cheerfully glad someone appreciated you even if he was the enemy, you winked at the clones and disappeared into the tunnels leading to the base you were trying to take over. You could hear the onslaught outside as another wave of droids pressed towards your squadron and that alone made you move faster, as you raced down the halls your body swiftly became invisible as you switched to battle mode running on the balls of your feet to conceal as much sound as possible.

Crouching low you bounced off the floor with the grace of a leaf fluttering in the wind before ricocheting off the wall and decapitating fifteen unsuspecting battle droids with a flick of your saber, you fell into a barrel roll and quickly jumped to your feet exiting the room before their heads even got a chance to hit the floor. A smirk formed on your lips as you tore through wave after wave of battle droids with ease you hardly even broke a sweat, after tearing your saber from a sizzling spider droid you brushed your hands off and looked around.

The room was dark and the only real light came from a few torches attached to the wall. This place gave you the shivers, you heard a muffled garbled sound from under you and lifted the decapitated head “stop making noise or I’ll abandon you” you whisper spat to which he responded “that’s not me”, you were about to say something else when you heard it again the same garbled muffled noise but this time louder.

“See told ya it wasn’t me” the droid head whispered as you gently set him down on the table trying to figure out where the noise was coming from, “keep watch will ya” you asked the head and he just made a slightly annoyed sound “what else am I gonna do?” He hissed and you chuckled softly stepping out of the room and into a narrow hallway; it was almost completely pitch black as you slowly edged forward the air steadily becoming colder with each step, you could hear ragged breaths silent sobs and pained groans from all around you but couldn’t make out where they were coming from.

The walls around you were completely made out of some strange stone, you rubbed your arms at the frigid temperature and almost tripped down a flight of stairs due to the darkness, tapping your comlink you checked in with your squadron “Sensei come in?” you whispered there was static for a second before his charming voice rang through the depressing halls “yes [Y/N] did you clear the base?” You nodded for a moment before facepalming; he can’t see you “yes the troopers are clear to move in but there’s this weird basement in the back of the base I’m going to check out”, you didn’t wait for his reply and already began moving down the stairs when he radioed in “Just wait for reinforcements [Y/N] we’ll be on our way” but you didn’t feel like waiting.

So down the stars you went slowly placing each step carefully since you didn’t know how far down the stairs went, as you descended it became increasingly colder and the muffled sobs groans and breaths were much clearer and you shivered when your foot landed in a warm puddle of black liquid. It took everything in you to swallow the scream building in your throat as you vigorously shook the mysterious liquid from your foot before stepping over the puddle and continuing forward, a distant roar paralyzed you as you fumbled around the wall for a light switch as you groaped the wall for anything they eventually landed on a circular knob which you turned slightly. A blinding flash of white light engulfed the room and stabbed your eyes giving you a soft migraine and making you lose focus on your invisibility, after your eyes adjusted to the blinding light all the color drained from your skin as your eyes widened to the size of saucers. You were standing in a room of cages with nothing but wounded or dead clones in them.

The clones shied away from the light as you had done a minute ago and the sounds of labored breathing violent sobs and pained wails soon became a deafening symphony of sorrow, your entire body trembled viciously as your eyes slowly turned to the mystery liquid on your foot. Blood.It was Blood. Yea that scream from before came back with a vengeance and even brought some friends; and you let it rip holding back nothing, the clones feebly blocked their ears from your high pitched screech that echoed through the walls sounding like angered banshee.

That surprisingly made you feel better; you’d completely forgotten that your comlink was on Obi wan and the troopers heard you, they called out to you but you became tone death as you stared at the poor soldiers, stripped naked and forced to lay on the cold hard floor in an already freezing room. The soldiers that weren’t in the cages were sprawled across the ground covered in gashes, blisters, slashes, bruises you name it they had it. And they were also dead. But they died defiantly, their faces were scrunched up in determination and their eyes were hard as stone.

One of the clones who’d seen you enter slowly reached a trembling arm out to you and latched onto your wrist, you screamed and turned around grabbing for your lightsaber until you met his brittle glass eyes. “Help us” he whispered in a hoarse voice before slumping to the floor out of exhaustion, you caught his hand in your own and gave it a tight squeeze, “don’t worry guys I-I’m going to get you guys out of here you’re going to be okay” but even you heard the trembling in your voice and didn’t really believe that.

You quickly went to work ripping the cage doors down with the force and freeing the clones, the only problem was most of them were so badly injured that they needed assistance out of the cage and into the open. There were ten healthy clones, fifteen seriously injured clones and thirty dead clones but even the ‘healthy’ clones looked so ill you could almost see their ribs, they looked like they could be blown away by a gentle breeze. There was also the problem of twenty five butt naked clones with no armor clothes or weapons, you chewed on your bottom lip before coming up with an idea that was so stupid it might just work, but lucky for you you’d never have to try it because just as you were about to do something desspertly stupid you heard two fimmilar voices screaming at the top of their lungs “[Y/N]”. Once they entered everyone froze at the ghaustly site, with the help of the other troopers you all manged to escape even the droid head who you named Goldie.

After Obi Wan grilled you Anakin laughed at you and Ahsoka just pitied you you safely left the planet and were cooped up in the med bay with some of the injured troopers; the blue trooper and Cody were also there but they hadn’t really spoken since they came across the troopers.

Blue trooper finally took off his helmet and you were a bit surprised by how hot he was, he had tanned skin just like Cody but his hair was nearly atomic blonde and he had the prettiest golden eyes, his lips were pressed so tightly together they merged into one and his foot rapidly thumped the ground as he waited patiently.

The only people in the med bay were clones, yourself and Ahsoka; general skywalker and Obi wan were in the cockpit discussing what they could’ve possibly been trying to drag out these clones, at the unconscious men you suddenly felt a wave of grief wash over you and your eyes locked with the blue trooper. He quickly looked away but you’ve grown accustomed to reading people in a short amount of time, and behind his eyes was nothing but pain and fury, of course he was angry you’d be to if everyday you rushed into battle fighting a endless war watching your brothers bodies drop one by one likes flies, it’s enough to drive someone insane.

You got up and Ahsoka looked at you questioningly until she followed your gaze, walking over to the blue trooper you sat down in an empty seat next to him he was too busy staring at his brothers to notice you grabbing his fidgeting hand until your hand was completely interlocked with his own.

He looked down at your hands and then at you but you weren’t facing him even though you felt his eyes burning holes into the back of your head; you thought for sure he’d rip his hand away but allowed your hand to linger.Despite your tiny size of your hands they were warm and comforting; come to think of it everything about you was small well...not all things, he gave your hands a little squeeze and cast a glance at your face. He felt a twinge of pain deep in his heart at the site of your face streaked with dried tears twisted in concern and ultimately saddened, “I’m sorry for sassing you...earlier...and that you have to go through this” she squeaked in her bubbly voice.

He sighed deeply and grumbled “yea well I shouldn’t have underestimated you...you are actually pretty skilled on the battlefield..so I’ll let this one slide” “really?” You whispered eyes sparkling like a child who’s just achieved something great, he nodded and the smile that formed on your face was so bright and contagious that he felt a small barely noticeable smile grow on him too. “What’s your name or would you prefer I call you blue” she quipped and he snorted “My name is Captain Rex”

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ezrasarm · 4 years

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Ezra and Cee end up living together because Ezra is totally a cool uncle/willing to train her in prospecting (less dangerous jobs only now that he has a psuedo daughter ans one arm). But he also encourages her to complete her studies. Enter a private tutor who is going to help Cee complete the equivalant of Space!A levels/GED. Ezra can't help but be smitten and won't stop interrupting the lessons. Cee is irritated at Ezra's brainu flirting, tutor is mostly oblivious until she isn't. 😉

Electrostatic Attraction

Pairing: Ezra x Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warnings: 10 ply super soft fluff, chemistry both literally and figuratively, a lack of proofreading

A/N: Sorry it took me a bit to get this out! I had to dig back deep into the traumatic memories of studying for IB chemistry for this one. Also it’s been a while (and I sucked at it then) so don’t quote me on any of this stuff 😂.

“I didn’t know we were expecting company.” Ezra said, a charming grin gracing his lips as he appeared in the doorway with a hefty bag slung over his shoulder. He’d been away on a job for the past week. Nothing too complicated. Just enough to keep the two of them afloat while Cee was finishing up her studies.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until Thursday.” Cee said, glancing up from her textbook only slightly surprised to see him so soon.

“Finished up early.” He said, allowing the bag to slide off his arm onto the floor as he made his way inside. “Nice to see you too, Kid.” Ezra prompted her only to get an eye roll in response. “You gonna introduce me to your friend here or am I gonna have to make our acquaintance myself?” He asked with a charismatic chuckle as he nodded over at you. He’d swear he was being discreet but Cee didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged over you where you were sat in the seat next to her. She’d never seen Ezra’s interest peaked like this so the shift in behaviour caught her a little off guard.

“Right...” Cee squinted at him skeptically for a moment before shaking off the initial shock. “Ezra, this is (Y/n), my tutor. (Y/n), this is Ezra, my...” Cee scrunched up her face a little to consider her words for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know, he’s just Ezra.” She finally decided.

“Pleasure to meet you.” You said with a polite smile as you got up, extending your hand to shake before realizing his wasn’t there and quickly switching hands. This earned you a hearty laugh and a wide smile as he accepted the gesture.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He responded, shaking your hand for a tad longer than customary only for Cee to cough and give him a chiding glare from over your shoulder which told him it was time to let go. “Right, don’t let me distract you two.” He nodded curtly with a smile, his hand raised in mock surrender before disappearing into the galley.

“Sorry about him. He’s not usually like that.” Cee said as the two of you got settled again.

You weren’t quite sure what she meant by that but you shrugged the comment off with a “He seems nice.” Before nodding back at the past paper the two of you had been going through. “Where were we again?” You asked, still slightly flustered by the interaction. You could feel a flush had risen to your cheeks and you weren’t entirely sure why.

“sp3d hybridization.” She reminded you. There she was. Always on the ball. Why did she need you here again? You thought before snapping back into it.

“Right. So you know what I’m gonna ask you.” You said and she peered back at you expectantly. “Bond angles?” The blank expression on her face persisted and despite knowing she knew what you were talking about you folded. It was your job to solidify this information in her head after all. “Okay, so say we’ve got a substance like phosphorus pentachloride. So that’s a single phosphorus atom and five chlorines bonded with polar covalent bonds. And they’re polar because...” You prompt her.

“Chlorine has greater electronegativity than phosphorus.” She finishes for you and you give her a subtle high-five and an approving nod as you go on.

“Right, and each of those chlorine atoms have equal partial negative charges which makes them want to get as far away from each other as possible while still clinging to that phosphorus.” You explain and she nods as though that’s obvious. “So how are those five chlorines going to configure themselves around that phosphorus so that they are all equidistant from one another?” You ask and she squints at you for a moment as she tries to work it out. “Sketch it out.” You remind her, tapping the pad of paper in front of her already filled with scribbles of chemical formulae, Lewis structures and ball and stick models, knowing she works better when she can visualize what she’s talking about. Unbeknownst to either of you Ezra had since appeared in the doorway a fond smile toying at his features as he watched the two of you giggle over the way you tripped up saying “trigonal bipyramidal symmetry” and you challenging her to try saying it five times fast if she was so keen to make you laughing stock for it.

“Okay, you win.” Cee laughed, hands raised in surrender when she blundered her first attempt. Cee liked you, Ezra noted. He noticed the way that she actually acted a bit like a kid around you. She treated you like a friend, not a teacher and he wondered how you did it. He could see you had invested a genuine care and concern in your work which was a rarity nowadays, one which gently tugged at his heartstrings as he took the scene in.

“Alright, review time!” You declare as you notice the time. You always liked to round back to some basics when you finished up your sessions so that she left things on a high note and you really cemented those foundational concepts in place. “So hydrogen bonds.” You cue her and she sighs.

“Haven’t we gone over this five times today?” She asked.

“Then you should be five times better at explaining them than you were when we started.” You say and she gives you a challenging stare for a moment before she nods in defeat and rattles off an unsurprisingly accurate definition of the intermolecular force.

“And London dispersion forces?” You ask and she astounds you once again.

“Last but not least, dipole-dipole interactions- and if you don’t get this I’ve completely failed you as a tutor.” You say.

“The electrostatic attraction between the positive and negative ends of molecules with permanent dipole moments.” Ezra speaks up from the doorframe and you jump slightly at the sound of the baritone in the room before a smile sets on your face. He couldn’t seem to rip his gaze off of that upwards quirk to your lips. Even after such little interaction there was something about you that drew him to you like a magnet. You were smart and quick witted. He could tell that already from watching you bicker with Cee, not unlike he usually did himself. Not to mention you were devilishly good looking, especially in that sage green wrap dress you were wearing that hugged you in all the right places and showed off just the right amount of skin. Few people wore dresses anymore, at least not in his circles, and the custom was striking to him. It made him nostalgic and reminded him of home.

“That’s... correct.” You say after turning to face him fully. You hadn’t had the time to notice how good looking he was when you were first introduced but now that he’d changed from the bulky suit he was wearing when he first came in and he’d cleaned himself up a little, you could actually take in his ruggedly handsome features. Soft warm eyes, a patch of platinum blonde just at the cowlick where his hair parted, a prominent nose, a faint scar on his cheek and a smattering of facial hair across his jawline and upper lip. Maybe it was the laugh lines around his eyes or the seemingly constant perk to the corner of his mouth but something about his demeanour commanded you to be completely enraptured by him.

“Please, make no mind of me, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” And it’s only now that you realized you must have been staring at the poor man. Your face burns bright red with embarrassment as you try to collect your thoughts again.

“No, not at all! I uh- we were just wrapping up.” You stammer out as you begin collecting your things into a neat pile in front of you.

“Cee,” Ezra says and her head flicks up immediately from where it had been buried in her palms the moment he started speaking. “I was about to order takeout, have you got any preferences- say, (y/n) was it?” He asked, even though he knew quite well what your name was. It hadn’t stopped playing on his phonological loop since the moment he’d heard it. God, his voice- the way he said your name almost made you swoon as you went to nod. “You should join us.” He says simply and Cee’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights before she just about snaps her neck turning to look at you.

“Oh, I shouldn’t-“ You begin but he’s waving the the excuse out of your head before you can even come up with it.

“That is if a bewitching woman such as yourself doesn’t have any prior arrangements.” He suggests and Cee is just about ready to hurl her textbook at him if that will get him to shut up any faster. Have you mentioned that you’re blushing yet?

“No, no plans. I-“ You start to say before glancing over at Cee who has a look of controlled horror adorned on her face. ‘She’ll forgive me’ you think to yourself before speaking. “I’d love to.” You say. Ezras pre-existing smirk widens into a broad grin.

“Ezra, come help me find the menus!” Cee declares almost immediately, before leaping up and dragging him by the wrist into the kitchen leaving you slightly dumbfounded in your place.

“You can’t just invite her over for dinner, she has a life of her own-“ She manages to simultaneously whisper and shout once their out of earshot. “Why is your hair wet? Did you shower?” Cee asked bringing her hand up to jostle his mop of damp hair. “For her?!” She just about hissed, pointing back out in the direction of the living/dining area where you were sat.

“What? I just got in from a dig! You expect me to sit around in that filth all day?” He questioned, attempting to deflect her accusation.

“Normally you just pass out on the couch the minute you get in- Ugh, Ezra! My tutor? Really?!” She scolds him and his face softens before he speaks again.

“Just humour me. It’s been...” He pauses a moment as he considers the last time he’s felt this way about someone. “Too long.” He finally decides and Cee scrunches up her face.

“Ew!” She exclaims remembering the way his eyes had traced down your body when you first introduced yourself.

“Not like that!” He reprimanded her, giving her a light swat on the shoulder. “Although, that too.” He shrugs after second thought. This time Cee is the one to whack his arm with the rolled up stack of takeaway menus, but far harder than he had her. “Ow! You pack quite the punch there little bird!” He winces through a soft chuckle before his face falls again and they enter an undeclared staring match, Ezra straightening up and squinting at her slightly when he realizes he’s being challenged.

“Fine! But you have to quit it with the ‘bewitching woman’s and the poorly veiled chemistry innuendo.” She points a finger at him.

“Chemistry innuendo? I gave a definition!” He exclaimed defensively.

“Really Ezra? Electrostatic attraction?” She drawled out like he had. “You don’t think we already know perfectly well where you want to put your lone pair of electrons?” She retorted, eyebrows raised accusingly.

“I don’t sound like that- What does that even mean?!” He squeaks out before he shakes the thought away and refocuses. “Cee,” he sighs. “I do not supplicate much of you often...” he drags out, eyes pleading down at her, who has her arms crossed on her chest.

“Don’t fuck this up.” She says after far too long and Ezra doesn’t even care to correct her language. “I have to see that woman on a daily basis and I will not have you coming in and screwing up my chances of passing chemistry.” She says, waving the menus threateningly at him once again.

“You have my word.” He nods diligently, raising his hand to lay against his chest before Cee storms back out of the kitchen with almost the same intensity as when she entered and Ezra takes a moment to collect himself before following.

It didn’t take too long for the three of you to decide on your order. There wasn’t all that much variety to choose from on the station, no matter how large it boasted itself to be. Your order was ready in a manner of minutes and Cee practically sprinted to the door claiming she would pick it up to escape what she swore was the most embarrassing interaction of her life, watching the back and forth between you and Ezra like the worlds most awkward ping pong match. She was surprised you hadn’t run screaming from the room at Ezra’s completely unsubtle and unpracticed flirting and his off the cuff, frivolous compliments to you but the truth was, you found them extremely endearing. His entire face lit up with pride when you commented on the book collection you’d noticed last time you were here. When you pointed out a favourite or yours that you’d noticed the spine of which was almost completely worn down on his eyes just about bugged out of his head as he pulled it off the shelf to show you that almost every single page had been filled with scribbles and annotations he’d added in the many times he’d reread it. By the time Cee got back, the two of you had managed to inch closer together from the opposite ends of the couch you’d occupied earlier. You were both keeled over in fits of hysterical laughter at some story you were telling about a misunderstanding that occurred with a pupil and their father when you first started private tutoring sessions. You hadn’t even realized your hand had come to grasp his knee as you tried to steady yourself. Just looking at the two of you Cee could have sworn you’d known each other forever. Something about the scene in front of her seemed so natural as she tried to remember why she was so horrified by the idea of you getting along so well in the first place. When you could finally breathe well enough to acknowledge her she set the bag of takeout on the table in front of you before jerking her thumb over her shoulder.

“I uh-“ she gaped for a moment. “I just ran into a friend outside the uh... place. I was gonna go hang out with her for a bit- but you two should eat without me while it’s still hot.” She suggests before either of you can even protest.

“Sure thing.” Ezra nods, still beaming from his most recent laughing fit, he almost misses the wink Cee shoots him before bouncing out the door. ‘That little minx’ he thinks to himself as she disappears from sight leaving just the two of you and the makings of what you would later refer to as your first date.

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lesbianlotties · 3 years

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a one shot marla x fran fic request for the one tru queen titled “I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun” inspired by this beautiful lesbian fanart from twitter https://twitter.com/sombergeist/status/1382073638715801612?s=21

it took me some time but !!! here it is. i hope you like it <333

read on AO3 here.

Their bedroom was perfect. That was something both of them agreed on. They had designed it together, obsessing over every little thing until they felt they wouldn’t change a thing about it. Marla made a bigger effort on style, and Fran convinced her of splurging on their whims. So, the blonde was in charge of picking the few decorations, and the brunette insisted on the fireplace and the television. Mostly, though, it was all a joint decision. For example, Marla was an early bird, unlike her girlfriend, who requested the best curtains to keep out the sun in the mornings, but Marla got to pick the color. The bookshelf they filled together. Their favorite books, a couple of photo albums, and just the right amount of incriminating content from all the past lives they lived until they got where they are. Then, there was the bed. A magnificent thing they considered for hours in several stores until they were satisfied with the result. They barely left it during the first day it arrived at their home.

One morning, Fran was lying in that wonderful bed of theirs. Everything around her felt soft, and warm, yet not quite enough. She was alone in bed. Sun was peeking through their curtains in the careful way it did when Marla gently rustled the fabrics after her wake in hopes that her lover would rise up sooner rather than later. As her mind started to catch up with her, Fran registered the strong and familiar smell of coffee. That convinced her to open her eyes. Just a little shifting in bed and she found what she was looking for.

“Happy birthday,” Marla said as soon as her girlfriend’s sleepy brown eyes met hers. Her heart skipped a beat just watching Fran blink. Long eyelashes resting atop impeccable cheekbones for an instant. When Fran opened her eyes again, her stare was instantly sharper.

Fran grinned and snuggled deeply into their bed, then she yawned. “Morning, baby,” she sighed afterward and stretched a little. She tried not to look away, not for one second, from Marla’s beautiful smile. As fascinated as she usually was by the blonde’s shark-like grin that could conquer empires, Fran preferred that one smile. That soft tilt of lips, so close to shy that nobody else would believe Marla Grayson would ever look at anybody like that.

“How do you feel about thirty?” Marla asked, then took a sip of coffee.

The swift movement made Fran notice the love of her life was wearing only a white robe and holding on to a steaming cup of coffee. Speaking of which, there was a cup on the nightstand, waiting for her to take it. “Hm, nothing special, really,” the brunette replied, and sighed pleasurably after the first taste of the hot beverage.

Marla tilted her head, studying her. “It’s still young,” she said, almost in a whisper. She would have sounded playful to anyone but the one woman in the world that knew the exact meaning behind those teasing words.

Fran blinked. She took another sip of coffee. Then she sat up straighter in bed and stared at Marla with all that breathtaking confidence of hers that was the mythical power that years ago got to break down Marla’s walls.

“Is this the part where you try to insinuate I should leave your heinous, old, but wickedly sexy self?”

Her words make Marla actually throw her head back laughing. “You’re impossible,” the blonde said, fondly, then worked on finishing her coffee. As an answer, she only received a precious grin from the other woman.

Her love for Fran, the realest, more honest thing she had ever known, didn’t come without complications. It was a feeling that blossomed showing dozens of new layers as the months passed. First, she wanted Fran like a whim, like one more prey. Then she wanted her more fiercely, almost as a dare to herself to get over the deeper feelings she hadn’t yet acknowledged. Later, she gave in to the feeling of wanting, needing, loving Fran like the summer sun on her skin, not just vital but delightful, necessary but simultaneously a luxury. Still, there would always be a part of her that only wanted Fran as far away from her as possible. She shouldn’t have a weakness, and Fran deserved better than a barely legal life that someday would come to collect the deadly price for all their glorious sins. That, however, was the mindset of someone that feared death, the future, losing, weaknesses, and prices to pay. Marla wasn’t, Marla refused to be that person. So, she comfortably settled into that bold and devoted love the two of them had kept burning on brightly for years, and she swore to keep it burning on until the day she died.

“I got you a gift,” Marla announced, breaking out of her own thoughts.

“Oh yeah? Show me,” Fran easily replied. She abandoned her coffee mug on the bedside table and leaned in forward. Her intentions were clear.

Marla saw no choice but to indulge the birthday girl. She got up from the bed and walked closer to Fran, leaned in to kiss her, kissed her deeply, bit her lower lip… “You’ll have to wait,” she whispered.

“Why?” the brunette sighed. her fingers found the back of Marla’s neck, and she tugged on the short blonde hairs she found there.

Marla’s knees threatened to give in, so she sat down beside Fran and let their kisses continue for a moment longer until she had the words to answer. “Because the police are likely on their way here for another useless interrogation,” Marla said, pulling back with a distinctive smirk, “and since you so charmingly refused to leave me, now you’re going down with me, baby.”

This time, Marla was genuinely playful, but Fran’s reply was completely earnest. “We’re in this together,” she said, meaning every word, “Ride or die.”

“I love you,” Marla said, a little breathlessly, as if the words had just demanded to be said in that instant in specific, “more than anything, you know?” There was a small but serious frown on her forehead, and her hand cradled Fran’s jaw with the utmost adoration.

“I know,” Fran replied gently. “I love you too,” she whispered as her lips brushed Marla’s one more time.

As Marla walked away to get dressed for the day, Fran couldn’t take her eyes off her. Distantly, she noticed the police sirens in the background, and didn’t wonder too hard about the way they felt like the perfect soundtrack to Marla Grayson applying her red lipstick. It certainly wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last time that police sirens chased them or, perhaps more worrying even, worked along with them. It also wasn’t the first time that Marla had attempted to suggest Fran would be better off without her, that she should leave her and her corrupt ways.

As if she could, Fran thought with equal parts fondness and amusement. As if there was even one atom in all of her that could ever picture leaving Marla. It wasn’t even about this brilliant vision in front of her now, this methodically constructed image of a picture-perfect caring, protective, and nurturing woman about to fool the entire legal system and steal from the vulnerable. No. It all comes down to the exact feeling Fran experienced the moment she woke up and Marla was the first thing she saw. Marla in her bathrobe, with her coffee, her crystal clear blue eyes as honest as they were capable of and her smile secretly tender. At that moment Fran just knew, the world could come crumbling down, it could be heaven and hell against the two of them, life or death, and no matter what, she would choose Marla, knowing Marla would choose her as well.

#delivering a request for literal icon justqueeerious! <3 #i care a lot #ical #marla grayson #fran #marla x fran #marla and fran #ical fanfic #my fic

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justinalovee · 4 years

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Empty souls

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Previous chapter

Jill rolled her eyes as Bellamy, Clarke, and Finn argued about what they should do about the boy who had been speared. Time wasters.

“We need to go now, the longer he’s out there, the less chance we have at saving him.” Clarke pointed out.

Jill watched as Bellamy glanced between the drop-ship his sister was in and the blonde. It was clear he agreed with Clarke but didn’t want to leave Octavia on her own.

“I’ll stay here with Octavia,” Jill said.

“Fine.” Bellamy grumbled, “nobody else leaves this camp. Understand?”

Wells frowned, “Jill can’t control what others do.”

Jill glanced at Wells and shook her head. All his comment was going to do was lead to another argument, even if he meant well.

“I will make sure Octavia does nothing to hurt her leg, but that’s it.” Jill said, staring directly at Bellamy.

The moment became tense as four eyed gazed upon Bellamy waiting for him to argue with Jill. He didn’t.

“Let’s go.”

As they followed Bellamy, Murphy squeezed Jill's hand softly on his way past, while Clarke looked her up and down. The blonde still wasn’t convinced that trusting Jill was a good idea.

______

“You in the hat!” Jill frowned as she turned to face Harrison. What did the prick want now? “Where is she?!” He spat while continuing to walk closer to her.

Jill narrowed her eyes, “where’s who?”

Harrison was now standing inches away from her, “you know who I mean. That little bitch Steph, I tried to take her bracelet, and she kicked me in the balls!”

Shaking her head, Jill smirked, “good. Maybe you will learn to keep your goddamn hands to yourself in future.”

A couple of other boys chuckled, causing.Harrison’s face to turn red. He was embarrassed and that wasn’t something he would let go easily. He yanked Jill's arm causing her to freeze on the spot.

“Harrison that’s enough!”

Both Harrison and Jill turned to see Octavia towards them. The younger Blake looked pissed.

“Stay out of this freak,” Harrison hissed.

Octavia stepped forward, not caring that a small crowd was now forming around them. “Let go of her” she snapped, before pulling Harrison’s arm off her. “Are you okay?” Octavia asked softly.

Jill went to reply when Harrison spat on the ground and cut her off.

“Whatever, the slut will get what’s coming to her soon enough.” Jill stared at him, wide-eyed. She didn’t know what to say. “How long till Steph follows in your slutty footsteps before going on a killing spree.”

Something snapped inside Jill when she heard that. She leaned forward and punched Harrison in the face before kneeing him in the stomach, “if you ever touch Steph again I will rip your balls clean off.”

“I wonder what Bellamy will think of this? A murderer and the crazy bitch from under the floor trying to run this place while he’s gone?” Harrison grinned.

Jill stepped closer to him, “I dare you to go over to Bellamy when he gets back and repeat what you just said about his sister to his face.”

“Pack it in, Harrison!” Atom scowled. His expression softened when he turned his attention to Octavia and Jill, “Are you girls okay?”

“Yeah...I think we are” Octavia answered, smiling at Jill.

Oh that smile. Octavia liked Atom, how nice. Jill smiled back before going to look for Steph.

***

Later on that day the small gang of ‘hero’s’ returned to camp with a dying Jasper, with Bellamy and Murphy closely behind them some kind of enormous cat.

The nighttime was intense. Bellamy gave a speech on how they could do ‘whatever the hell they want’ on the ground, and Murphy was right beside him. Jill was disappointed in him, she didn’t think John would buy into it.

She watched as they made people take off their bracelets for food. Bellamy even punched a guy for trying to get some food without taking his off.

“Hey, you look lonely over here,” Murphy smirked.

“I’m fine.”

When Jill looked up at him, Murphy reached his hand out to give her a stick of food, which she rejected.

“Mines not off yet,” she replied holding her left wrist up, “am I going to get hit next if I take it.”

Murphy frowned at her. “I’d never let anybody touch you!”

“Not even Bellamy?”

John knelt down in front of Jill, running one of his fingers along the edge of her hat.

“He’d be a dead man if he touched you, like I said, I’d never let anybody hurt you. Now eat.” Jill went to protest again, when Murphy shoved the stick in her hand. “Atom told me Harrison gave you a hard time earlier?”

“What are you, my great protector now?” Jill asked teasingly in between bites of meat.

“Yes.”

“John it’s fine...”

“I need to go,” Murphy said, looking over his shoulder.

Jill followed his gaze to see Bellamy glaring at them. What was his problem? “Bellamy sent you over here to get my wristband off, didn’t he?”

The comment took Murphy aback. She was wrong, Bellamy would probably flip for giving her food. “No, he didn’t. Any more problems from Harrison or anyone else you come straight to me, okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Thanks for the grub.”

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“Isn’t that the girl who slaughtered a guard and her friend?”

“Jillian Slate is more dangerous than a grounder! I don’t want to share a camp with a crazy bitch like her!”

“They should have floated her along with her parents.”

“I heard she had a baby on the ark with a guard.”

“She’s bat shit crazy!”

“Her parents took bribes so they could experiment new drugs on her.”

“I bet she keeps the knife underneath her hat.”

Jill tried to pretend she didn’t care what others said about her, but it was hard to hide her embarrassment during the daytime. She was the girl who went crazy and killed her best friend for no reason. Jill shuffled uncontrollably, she could feel a gaze burning into her. She looked up to notice Bellamy watching her.

Hearing a muffled ‘fucking bitch’ she turned to look at Harrison along with another camp member walking behind her. Shit. She hadn’t seen him since the incident the day before, and he looked like hell. Jill had punched him in the face, but not hard enough to bruise him. Harrison now had a burst lip, a bruised jawline, and two black eyes.

Bellamy watched as the girl who appeared to be bothered by nothing blinked away tears. He saw how Jill’s chest and neck turned red. Bellamy didn’t know her story, but he knew better than to believe gossip spread on the ark. Bellamy rarely gave a shit, but after hearing how she stuck up for Octavia he decided she might be good to have around for his sisters sake. He was strangely drawn to Jill for many reasons.

“Bell” spun to face Octavia coming towards him.

“Any news on Jasper?” He asked.

His sister just shook his head, “no not yet but..”

“Murphy, stop!”

Both siblings turned to see Clarke and Finn trying to pull Murphy off someone. Bellamy stormed over and demanded to know what was going on.

“If you say one more thing about her and I will fucking kill you.” Murphy screamed in a boy called Jack's face.

“It was just a joke, I meant nothing by it!” the boy pleaded before he ran away.

Murphy ignored everyone as they spoke to him. He walked towards Jill, who was staring at him wide-eyed and dragged her by the arm towards his tent.

“Does someone want to tell us what that was about? We already have Jasper to worry about, the last thing anyone needs is Murphy causing drama,” Octavia snapped.

“She’s right, Bellamy, you need to get Murphy under control before he causes a riot.” Clarke preached.

“Sure thing princess,” Bellamy said mockingly, “anything else? No good. Now what caused it?”

“Jake said Jill should have been floated along with her parents.” Wells informed them, frowning.

“And Murphy beat him up over that? You know what, don't answer that. I’m going to check on Jasper, Bell keep your men in line!” Clarke said before storming off.

“I think Jake had it coming,” Octavia shrugged.

Bellamy watched as Murphy pulled Jill into his tent. He wondered what exactly was going on between them. In his eyes, Murphy wasn’t interested in Jill until something happened to her. She was just an excuse for him to start a fight.

______

When Murphy reached his tent, he finally let go of Jill’s arm. Murphy was so angry at what Jack had said he never even realized how tightly he had been holding onto her. Not until he saw his friend rubbing the part he had just let go of.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He asked, closing his eyes.

Murphy was taken aback when he felt a set of lips pressed against his right cheek. He opened his eyes to see Jill smiling up at him.

“Thank you, nobody has ever stuck up for me like that before.” Jill smiled sadly at him before stepping back.

“Ignore them, they don’t know shit about you. I will fuck up anyone who says anything about you again, hell I’d kill anyone who dares to mess with you.” For once Murphy was being truthful. On the ark he had nobody for a very long time, the only person he truly trusted was Jill, and now he had her back he wouldn’t let anyone threaten that.

He pressed his forehead against hers, “nobody is going to come in here, my tent is off limits. You can take it off.”

Jill leaned back from him and nodded, she pulled the hat off her head and let her long purple hair fall down past her shoulders. Regardless of her hair being covered in sweat from wearing her hat all day, Murphy still ran his fingers through the ends of it. He studied her for a moment.

“What’s going on?”

Murphy stepped back confused, “what do you mean?”

Jill sighed, “You are being a total dick towards others down here, why? I saw what you did to Wells. Did you really need his wrist band that badly?”

Murphy started to laugh, a deep belly laugh that confusd Jill. She didn’t think it was funny.

“Sorry, did I say something amusing?”

Murphy shook his head. “No...you just say what you think, I’d missed that.”

“What about the Wells thing?” Jill asked, now frowning.

“He’s annoying, and I hate him.” Murphy pouted before sighing, there was no point lying to the girl in-front of him. “What was I supposed to do? Say no? Bellamy would have turned on me.”

Jill didn’t know what to say. John was trying to keep in with Bellamy. She couldn’t judge him for that, right? He just wanted to survive.

Murphy moves to look out the flaps of his tent. “I need you to do something for me.”

“What do you desire me to do?”Jill asked, shoving her hair back beneath her hat.

Murphy traced his fingers along her wrist “Let me take your bracelet off.”

“What? Why?” She asked, snapping her wrist back. “I don’t want to, and I don’t agree with you or Mbege forcing others to remove them.”

“That’s why I’m asking!” He snapped back. “If I take this stupid thing off now, then Mbege and Bellamy won’t have a reason to be near you.”

“I thought you said I shouldn’t listen to them?” She eyed him suspiciously.

He stepped closer to her and spoke in a low voice. “I can’t be around all the time to protect you.”

“And what makes you think I need protecting? I’ve looked after myself for years. All on my own.” The last part stung when she saw the look in his eyes.

“Jill listen to me. Most of the people down here are real criminals, people who deserved to be locked up. I don’t trust them, and don’t want them to hurt you to get that metal thing off your wrist...”

“Do you think they would hurt me to get it?” Jill asked quietly.

Murphy sighed, “I honestly don’t know. Things are changing down here fast, and we need to do whatever it takes to survive.” He linked his fingers with Jill. “Bellamy is running this place and is planning making everyone remove them tonight...it’s better to make your enemies close friends.”

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“Whatever. Just think about it, please?” Murphy groaned.

Jill shoved his chest playfully. “John Murphy begging me? I never thought I’d see the day.”

Murphy grunted in response to her comment. Jill didn’t seem to release how far Bellamy will go to get control of the camp.

Jill leaning closer to him. “What’s in it for me if I take it off?”

Murphy smirked at her, “you’ll only find out if you do it.”

Jill shoved him playfully again before going to leave his tent, when she felt Murphy grab her hand.

“I think you should sleep with me from now on. I mean at least I’ll know you're safe during the night. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the ground.” he said, staring into her gray eyes.

“I can’t, I’m letting Steph stay with me, so I can keep her safe.” Jill smiled. Murphy could be a manipulative asshole but deep down he was good.

Murphy let out a deep sigh. That wasn’t the answer he wanted. “The minute anyone tries anything I want you to come find me, okay?”

“Sure thing, babe. Now we better go before you’re boss comes looking for you.”

Murphy shook his head, smirking before following Jill towards the food tent.

______

Another night of Bellamy, Mbege and Murphy acting like total jackasses was beyond irritating. Murphy wasn’t lying when he said they would force everyone to take off their bracelets. Most people had agreed so far, especially after Mbege punched the one guy who said no.

Jill noticed Wells, Clarke, and Finn all frowning at them burning the bracelets. She had a choice to make, let Murphy take hers off, or refuse with the risk of getting sucked into Wells' argument. She decided to let Murphy take it off.

Jill had been sitting with Steph when they first arrived, but Steph had a panic attack and returned to their tent. Jill felt sorry for her and wished she could make the young girl feel better.

Jill jumped when Bellamy suddenly appeared in front of her. He crouched down to her level. Jill looked away, while lifting her wrist up. She was waiting for the pain to start, but It surprised her that all she could feel was the cold smooth side of the blade before a pinching feeling.

“Ouch, you don’t need to be so rough.”

“Sorry.”

Bellamy was still holding onto her wrist, gently rubbing the part of her wrist he had scratched. Neither of them noticed the way Murphy was glaring over at them.

“Bellamy!”

Octavia called her brother when she saw the look on Murphy’s face. She wasn’t an idiot and knew exactly what her brother was doing. He was trying to get a rise out of him.

The moment Bellamy left, Jill felt like she could breathe again, that was until Clarke sat down next to her. Couldn’t she have a minute to herself?

The blonde pointed towards her wrist. “I’m surprised you let Bellamy take it off.”

Jill shrugged. “Why not? The ark has done nothing for me, and nobody will care if it says I’m dead.”

“What about everybody else? If the others think we are dead, they won’t follow us down. We need to let them know it’s safe.” Clarke said, frowning.

“I just told you I don’t have anyone else on the ark. Why are you even sitting next to me? Aren’t you afraid I might snap and kill you?” Jill watched, amused as Clarke’s face turned red. “Yeah, I heard what you said about me, and it’s not true.”

“I thought...”

“Let’s not be fake, okay? You don’t like me, so don’t pretend to care what I do and don’t try to guilt me into something.”

Jill stormed off towards the gate. She wasn’t sure why, but Clarke’s comments had gotten to her. Jill made sure nobody was watching as she left camp. It was actually quite beautiful in the forest, grounders and radioactive land aside it would have been a nice place to live.

“Jill! What the hell are you doing?”

She spun to see Murphy storming towards her. He looked extremely pissed off.

“I had to get out of there, I couldn’t stand it any longer.” Jill admitted.

Murphy stepped closer to her. “You had me worried, I thought something had happened to you.” He snapped. His harsh expression softened when he saw how sad Jill looked. “I get it, it’s hard trying to fit in when all anybody see’s is the worst in you. How’s the wrist?”

It’s fine. If you want to go back, that’s fine, I just need some time away from it all.” Jill said, looking at the ground.

Murphy reaches out a hand for Jill to take. “Come on, I got something I need to show you.”

______

Murphy led her to a large pool of water, Jill stopped walking as she watched him get closer to it. The thought of entering dark water was making her nervous.

“It’s a natural spring, nothing is going to hurt you I promise.” Murphy said without looking back at her as he began removing his clothes.

“What are you doing?” Jill asked.

“Going for a swim, the water is still warm. I found the place the other night and thought you’d like it.” Murphy shrugged before jumping into the water.

Jill couldn’t help but smile at him as he showed her his trademark cheeky grin. “Turn around then.”

Murphy did as she said but shouted back to her, “it’s dark I wouldn’t see anything anyway..hey what are you doing?”

Jill had stripped down to her underwear and was washing the rest of their clothes.

“I’m glad you are down here...I was worried about you, Jill. Things on the ark weren’t the same without you,” he said softly.

Jill turned to face him. “We used to have so much fun before all that happened.”

“We did. I always wondered how much trouble we would have gotten into if they kept us together.” Murphy grinned.

“I think you are making up for all the trouble we missed out on the ark down here, don’t you?” Jill said, giving him a knowing smile which Murphy smirked at.

He and Jill beamed at each other in a comfortable silence, both just happy to be with each other. So many words unsaid. Jill broke the silence by splashing water into his face before giggling and swimming away.

Murphy just looked at her with an amused look on his face, this was the girl he remembered. Always having fun and laughing, not having a care in the world. No matter how bleak it got.

“Scared you can’t keep up?” she teased him.

Murphy began swimming after her until he eventually caught her. He grabbed her ankle and playfully pulled Jill towards him, grinning. Neither one of them was sure what happened next, but before they knew it they pressed together their lips. Years of flirting, friendship and tension, all coming together at once.

Murphy began kissing Jill's neck, leaving a trail of marks down her until he reached her bra. Murphy wasn’t a virgin, but he felt this was virgin territory.

Jill crashed her lips against his again, while running her fingers through his hair as he squeezed her ass.

Murphy suddenly pulled away.

“John, what’s wrong?” Jill asked, worried.

“I think we should go.” Murphy said bluntly.

Jill said nothing but done as he suggested and got out the water. “What just happened?”

“I thought I heard...”

Jill let out a loud scream. Everything turned red, before it turned dark. She glanced down to see her skin turning a deep shade of red.

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Surprise Family

Summary: Amy, Rory and Jonas have settled into their new family life. But as Rip's past intrudes on them, Amy and Rory fear that Jonas will be taken from them. Sequel to Foster Parents, Settling In And New Grandpa, Big Sister and Meeting The Doctor. Author’s Note: I thought of this story but wasn’t sure if I was going to add it to the series but decided I had to. Enjoy. ********************************************* Amy smiled when she saw Jonas appear from the school doors. It was only his second week, but he had settled in very quickly.

“Mrs Williams,” his teacher, Mr Forrest said, following on as Jonas bounced over to her.

Concerned, Amy nodded, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he assured before advising, “It’s just that we have a trip to the science centre tomorrow. It was arranged during the last term, and you should have been given the permission slip to sign when Jonas was registered but it was missed.”

“So, you just need me to sign the form?” Amy asked.

Mr Forrest nodded, “As long as you agree to Jonas coming with us. And add if he is allowed to have his lunch from their cafeteria or you will need to provide a packed lunch.”

“Could you give me a moment?” Amy said drawing Jonas to one side before asking, “Do you want to go?”

Jonas nodded.

“And you’ll be okay?” concern filled her voice, “If they go to look at the stars?”

He nodded again, “I promise I will be.”

“Okay,” Amy ruffled his hair before she turned back to Mr Forrest, “Where do I have to sign?”

Amy held Jonas’ hand, he was still quite shy outside the house and preferred to hold onto one of them. Neither she nor Rory minded, they wanted him to feel safe and if holding their hand was what made him comfortable then that’s what they did.

“How was school today?” Amy asked as they walked home.

Jonas shrugged, “It was okay. We’ve been put in pairs for maths and I’m with Henry.”

“What’s Henry like,” Amy asked, hoping this would be a friend for the little boy.

Jonas shrugged again, “He’s okay. We laughed a lot and we played together at playtime. He doesn’t like maths so I’m helping him.”

“As long as he does his share of the work,” Amy told him, “Then that’s good.”

They stopped off at the corner shop for some milk, Amy buying them both ice lollies as a treat.

Heading back to the house, neither noticed they were being watched.

“Rory,” Jonas called the moment he opened the door.

“Hi,” Rory grinned at the little boy, “How was school?”

Jonas nodded, “Good. We’re going to the Science Centre tomorrow.”

Rory glanced up at Amy who gave him a soft nod confirming it was fine, “That sounds like so much fun. I know they added some new exhibits so you can let us know about them.”

“We’re allowed to wear what we want tomorrow too,” Jonas continued, bouncing slightly, “Can I wear the Explorer sweatshirt I got with Grandpa?”

Rory nodded, “Of course, if it’s clean.”

“It is,” Amy hugged Jonas, “I put it in your cupboard last night.”

With a grin, Jonas ran upstairs to find it leaving the couple watching him amused.

“And we’re sure he’s going to be okay?” Rory asked his wife concerned.

Amy nodded, “I spoke to Mr Forrest and explained why Jonas might get upset, you don’t need to worry.”

Rory kissed her, “Can’t help it.”

“And that’s why I love you,” Amy murmured, she kissed him again before adding, “I’ll love you even more if you start dinner soon.”

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The line of kids followed the guide with the teachers and chaperones walking with them. Sara touched Ray’s arm and motioned to the blond boy in the bright red sweatshirt that said ‘Explorer’ on the back.

“What do you think?” she asked the man at her side.

“He does look like the picture, from what I remember,” Ray mused, “And he does resemble Rip pretty strongly.”

Sara nodded, “The moment I saw him I was sure it was Jonas. I can’t believe he’s alive.”

Ray grimaced, “Typically we find him now Rip’s gone. Poor kid.”

“We need to be sure that this is Jonas,” Sara mused, “And then find out exactly who the people he’s living with are.”

“I should be able to find out,” Ray assured her.

Sara smiled, “Now we just need to check if he is who we think he is.”

“I have an idea for that,” Ray grinned, pulling out the miniaturised ATOM suit from his pocket.

Sara waited for Ray to fly over and check the roster that the teacher held on his clipboard, so they knew if this was Rip’s son. She knew she could get Gideon to do a search, but their AI was currently doing a full diagnostic system check as well as helping Cisco debug the Star Labs systems. Besides there was always a strange reaction by the AI whenever Rip was mentioned, and she didn’t think it was a good idea to let Gideon know until they were sure and had Jonas settled in his new home. She didn’t want the Waverider to appear all guns blazing to rescue the little boy.

Waiting for Ray, Sara mused over the people she’d been following the past few days who the little boy was now living with. It was uncanny how much the man looked so like Rip but, although she thought it might be another Phil situation at first, the DNA scanner she’d taken from the ship confirmed that the man was not the former Time Master.

It was good they’d taken the boy in, but Sara knew that Rip would want someone he knew and trusted to care for his son, as well as someone who would understand what happened to the boy, which was why Ray and Nora were the perfect choice.

“The register has the name Jonas Hunter,” Ray reappeared at her side, “And I overheard him telling one of the other kids Amy and Rory brought him here a few times. Assuming that’s the couple he’s living with.”

Sara nodded, “That’s good to know. Let’s get out of here.”

“What’s your plan?” Ray asked.

“I don’t want to scare Jonas,” Sara explained, “So once he’s home from school tonight, we’ll talk to them and explain the situation.”

Ray nodded, that makes sense.

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“And then we went to see the new exhibit about the moon,” Jonas continued his stream of words as he told them what he’d done that day, “It has a bit that lets you bounce across the surface as though you’re on it.”

“That sounds amazing,” Amy chuckled, “We have to do the moon bounce when we go there next time.”

Rory nodded before asking while the little boy had paused, “Are you hungry, Jonas?”

Jonas paused and frowned before nodding, “A bit.”

“You’ve had a busy day,” Rory chuckled.

“Can I call Gideon after dinner and tell her all about today?” Jonas asked.

Amy hugged the little boy, “Of course. She will want to know how you’re doing at school too. And you can tell her about your new friends.”

Jonas beamed and bounced slightly.

The doorbell rang and they all frowned confused.

“Isn’t your dad in Paris?” Amy asked Rory who nodded.

“It could be Kate,” Rory noted.

Jonas piped up, “Could it be River or the Doctor?” excitement filled his voice.

“They would have called ahead,” Rory frowned as he headed for the front door.

Opening the door, he frowned in confusion to find two strangers standing there. One a tall good-looking guy, taller than Rory with a pleasant smile on his face, the other was a shorter blonde woman who instantly raised Rory’s hackles.

“Yes?” Rory said coolly, seeing Jonas nervously move to Amy’s side.

“Mr Williams,” the blonde said, “I’m Sara Lance and this is Ray Palmer, we were friends of Jonas’ father, Rip.”

Rory frowned, and glanced back at the little boy who curled closer to Amy, “Okay. What can we do for you?”

“Can we come in?” Ray asked.

Turning to check with Amy, she nodded and took the little boy upstairs before Rory nodded, “The living room is there.”

Ray took the lead and walked through the door followed by Sara, Rory closed the door and took his phone out of his pocket, fixing it so Amy could listen before he joined their guests.

Ray looked around the room while Sara took up position waiting.

“What can I do for you?” Rory asked again.

Sara stepped forward, “We are very grateful to you for caring for Jonas but we’re here to take him somewhere safe.”

Rory stared at her, before stating, “No.”

“I understand,” Sara said consolingly, “That you don’t know us, but Rip was our friend and we made him a promise. Ray and his wife, Nora are willing to give Jonas a home.”

Rory continued to stare at her.

“There are things you don’t know or understand about Rip,” Sara continued when she realised Rory wasn’t going to say anything, “And we’re just looking to do what is best for Jonas, to keep him safe.”

Rory folded his arms before finally stating, “Jonas has a home, he is happy, and he is safe here. I have no idea who you are, and you may claim to have known his father, but I have seen absolutely no proof of this.”

“We’re not leaving without Jonas,” Sara stated sharply.

“So, you’re going to try to abduct a little boy from his home then force him to live with people he doesn’t know and doesn’t trust?” Rory challenged, his voice colder than before and with an edge to it that sent a chill through Ray’s spine.

Stepping forward, Ray moved to Sara’s side, “We understand you’ve been looking after Jonas, but we only want what’s best for him.”

“What’s best for Jonas,” Rory stated, “Is for him to remain with us, people he knows and trusts. And,” he cut off Sara as she opened her mouth to argue, “The only way I would let anyone take that little boy from this house is if an actual relative he knows came here.”

Ray winced worried, stunned when Sara smiled slightly.

“Fine,” she stated.

“I’m glad we understand one another,” Rory told her, “Now get the hell out of my house.”

Ray followed Sara to the door and outside, hearing the door slam behind them. He waited until they were far enough along the street before he asked.

“What are you planning?”

Sara smiled, “We get an actual relative Jonas knows.”

The moment Rory closed the door, he locked it and ran upstairs to where Amy was sitting holding a terrified Jonas.

“Rory,” the little boy cried, running to him.

Hugging Jonas close to him, Rory sat beside Amy so she could be a part of the embrace.

“It’s okay,” Rory soothed, rocking Jonas, “They’re gone, and they know you’re going nowhere.”

“What if they come back when I’m at school?” Jonas whispered, “What if they take me away?”

Rory glanced at Amy who looked as angry as he felt at these people for not only scaring the little boy but also undoing all the work they’d done in making him feel safe with them.

“I promise you,” Rory said, making Jonas look at him, “No one will ever take you away. Amy and I will never let that happen.”

“River and the Doctor will never let that happen either,” Amy added.

They made the little boy some dinner, Jonas hardly ate anything and was quiet nervously watching the door.

“Jonas,” Amy said softly, “Why don’t you put your pyjamas on, and we’ll watch a movie?”

“We’re right here,” Rory assured the little boy.

After a moment, he ran upstairs and they could hear him moving around. It sounded like he was changing as fast as he could.

“You okay?” Amy asked Rory.

“I’m so angry at them,” Rory breathed, “How dare they come here and demand to take him. They must have known they would terrify him.”

Amy rubbed his arm, “Is the Centurion close to the surface?”

“Yes,” Rory replied, “It took me all my self-control to keep him locked down because I don’t want Jonas to see that part of me.”

“I know,” she hugged him before sighing, “They’ll be back though.”

Rory nodded, “We should be fine tonight. Tomorrow I suggest we go to my Dad’s to ‘check the house’ and call Kate as well as Gideon. I don’t want to get River or the Doctor involved unless we have to though.”

Hearing footsteps on the stairs Rory kissed Amy quickly before he went to make them all some hot chocolate. Amy motioned Jonas to sit beside her, not missing the fact that he had Gideon the dog once more. Wrapping her arm around the little boy, hugging him close as Jonas wrapped an arm around her holding on tightly.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, holding him close, “I promise.”

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Rory grimaced as he woke up feeling Jonas attached to him. He’d been too afraid to go to bed alone the night before and finally Amy allowed the little boy to sleep beside them. It had been a long time since he’d needed them during the night.

Normally he would slip away and leave Jonas to sleep with Amy while he made breakfast but right now Rory knew staying where he was at the moment was a better idea. For the first time in a while, the Centurion part of him was awake and ready to fight for the people he loved.

Amy rested her hand on his arm, “We’ll be fine.”

“I know,” he whispered, “I just wish he wasn’t so afraid.”

“Me too.”

They lay together, waiting for the little boy they’d taken in to wake up. Hoping he’d feel safe wrapped in the small bubble with them. It was about half an hour later, Jonas began to wake up. He smiled relieved to see them and the small family cuddled together, Amy telling Jonas stories from when they were children back in Leadworth making him laugh.

They finally got up and had breakfast, doing their best to make it feel like a normal Saturday morning. It was almost lunchtime, they were all dressed and Rory was about to suggest they go to check ‘grandpa’s house’ while he was away, hoping Jonas would feel safe enough there to play allowing them to call Kate and let her know what happened without him listening in.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, Rory and Amy swapped a worried look. Amy caught Jonas as he flew at her and held on.

Leaving them in the living room, Rory headed to the door and opened it. The blonde woman Sara was back, this time with an older woman with short brown hair and sharp eyes. She took a small intake of breath when she saw Rory, but Sara spoke before anyone else could.

“You said you would only give Jonas to an actual relative,” she stated smugly, “This is Mary Xavier, she’s….”

“Grandma!!!!” Jonas excited cry finished the sentence and Rory was stunned to see the little boy run to the woman introduced as Mary.

She crouched down and caught Jonas, hugging him tightly as tears filled her eyes. She pushed him back slightly checking him and stroking his hair affectionately. Rory glanced at Sara who smirked at him, and when Amy joined him, he caught her round the waist so she didn’t smack the blonde woman. No matter how much he wanted to at the smugness radiating from her.

“Grandma,” Jonas pulled away and grabbed her hand, “This is Amy and Rory, they’ve been looking after me.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Mary said softly, turning to Sara whose exterior became more polite anticipation, “Miss Lance, I am going to speak with Mr and Mrs Williams for a bit. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to leave.”

“But…”

Mary held up her hand, effectively cutting the other woman off, “Don’t let me keep you.”

With that said she walked into the house and Rory closed the door in the other woman’s face.

Amy gripped Rory’s hand tightly as they watched Jonas with his grandmother, bouncing happily to have her with them.

“Can I get you some tea?” Rory offered, falling back on the manners his grandmother had instilled in him.

Mary smiled, “That sounds wonderful,” she shook her head slightly, “It is incredible how much you look like Michael.”

Amy asked, “Michael?”

“Oh,” she chuckled, “Rip was the name my son took for his job but to me he was always Michael.”

Nodding understanding, Rory explained, “A DNA test showed that we are distantly related.”

She nodded.

“Take a seat and I’ll get you some tea,” Rory said softly.

Amy turned to the boy, “Jonas, can you keep your grandmother company while I help Rory? Tell her about school.”

Grinning Jonas bounced to the couch to sit with Mary who hugged him close. Amy joined Rory in the kitchen, watching as he mechanically filled the kettle and pulled out everything.

“Hey,” Amy hugged him, “It’s going to be okay.”

Rory nodded, “I’m just…” he sighed, “It’s amazing Jonas still has his grandmother, but I’m terrified she’ll take Jonas and have him live with people he doesn’t know.”

“Just make the tea and we’ll do everything we can to persuade her that Jonas staying with us is the best thing if she can’t look after him,” Amy said.

Rory sighed again, dropping her head onto her shoulder, as they held onto one another. As the kettle clicked off, Rory shook himself, “Grab the good biscuits. Let’s make as good an impression as we can.”

Mary Xavier had been stunned when Sara Lance had appeared at her door that morning. The last time she’d seen the woman, she had been delivering the news of Mary’s son’s death. Being told Jonas was not only alive but safe, had been amazing. Sara had explained that although he was living with a couple, one of who resembled Mary’s son, they felt that Rip would want someone he knew and trusted to care for Jonas.

Mary was almost completely convinced, having met Ray Palmer knew he was kind but would be able to keep up with Jonas’ questions. That was until the door opened and she saw Jonas holding onto the redheaded woman and seeing how attached he was to her.

Listening to Jonas tell her about the school he was attending, how he’d made a friend and his trip the day before Mary was torn.

Rory brought in a tray with a teapot, several cups, a small milk jug and plate of biscuits, “Jonas, do you want juice or milk?”

“Milk please,” Jonas beamed up at him.

Rory nodded and headed back into the kitchen, he and Amy returned with milk for Jonas before they took a seat on the chairs across from her.

“It appears that Jonas is very comfortable here with you,” Mary said as she fixed her tea the way she liked it, “How did he come to be staying here?”

Rory smiled, “I’m a nurse and one day near the end of my shift I found him in one of the rooms. He thought I was his dad for a few moments, but he noticed I wasn’t because I didn’t have a scar above my eye.”

Mary chuckled, “Michael was very proud of that scar, it came from the first fight he truly won.”

“Due to the circumstances surrounding Jonas’ appearance,” Rory continued carefully, not sure how much this woman knew about time travel, “I thought Amy and I would be the best people to care for him while his parents were looked for.”

“They time travel too,” Jonas spoke up instantly removing any and all concerns about what they could tell Mary.

Mary frowned, “You’re not Time Masters.”

“No,” Amy replied, “We used to travel with a man called The Doctor.”

“A Time Lord?” Mary said in amazement.

Rory and Amy nodded.

Mary mused for a moment, “That particular Time Lord as well,” she chuckled, “Well that explains your relaxed attitude to Jonas’ sudden appearance.”

“Did Gideon not tell you I was here?” Jonas spoke up suddenly.

Amy and Rory frowned in thought at the question as Mary frowned, “You’re in touch with Gideon?”

“Jonas constructed a homemade communication device,” Amy smiled at the little boy, “She sent a way to contact her properly and has been helping us.”

Mary turned to the little boy, “Jonas, can you give me a minute to talk to Amy and Rory alone.”

“Why don’t you get the t-shirts you bought on your adventures with grandpa to show your grandma?” Amy suggested.

With a slight bemused look, Jonas nodded and disappeared.

Once he was gone, Mary smiled, “It is very like Gideon to skirt around the edges of her programming to protect Jonas,” at the bemused looks she received from the couple she explained, “As an AI, Gideon’s primary allegiance is to her Captain, which is currently Miss Lance, however Michael was smart and added subroutines to ensure that she would always protect Jonas and Miranda.”

Rory finished his tea and stated, “Miss Xavier, you are Jonas’ grandmother, and we understand that you have the deciding vote on what happens now, but we love Jonas. He is a part of our family.”

“I can see that,” Mary assured, “And I can see how much Jonas adores you both.” She paused for a moment taking a sip of team, “Miss Lance wants me to remove Jonas from your care and at first I thought it was a good idea. Michael did know Mr Palmer and spoke highly of him. But from what I have seen, I agree that it is for the best Jonas remain here with you.”

Relief covered the couple’s faces and Amy hugged Rory tightly.

“Thank you,” Amy breathed.

“I have one condition,” Mary told them, continuing before either of them panicked, “I want to be able to spend as much time with my grandson as possible. So, we will set up times for me to visit.”

“You’re always welcome here,” Rory assured as he held Amy close, “Always.”

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“Do you have to go, Grandma?” Jonas asked tearfully as he held her.

Mary kissed the top of his head, “I do but,” she wiped away his tears, “I will be back next weekend to go with you all to the zoo.”

Delight filled Jonas’ eyes, “You will?”

She nodded.

“You can meet Grandpa,” Jonas beamed, “And we can show you the lion we adopted.”

Mary chuckled, hugging him again, “That sounds wonderful. Now be good for Amy and Rory. I love you, my little one.”

The doorbell sounded and Mary turned to the couple watching, “It looks like my ride is here.”

Rory opened the door to find Sara Lance standing there, he turned to Mary who smiled at them.

“I will see you soon,” Mary stepped outside seeing surprise in Sara’s eyes.

“Bye, Grandma,” Jonas waved happily before the door closed.

Sara stared at Mary, “What happened?”

“I decided that it is best Jonas remains where he is,” Mary replied as she started walking.

“Hold on,” Sara caught up with her, “I thought you agreed that it was best that Jonas live with someone Rip knew and trusted.”

Mary stopped and turned to Sara, “At the time, yes that made sense but after meeting the couple he has been living with I feel that uprooting Jonas would not be good for him.”

“You’re serious?” Sara snapped.

Mary stared at her, “My grandson is my priority in this, not your ego nor assuaging your guilt for your part in my son’s death, Miss Lance. Mr and Mrs Williams are not only a wonderful couple, but Jonas is happy living with them. They have made him a part of their family.” Before Sara could open her mouth to protest, Mary cut her off, “I have made my choice and I suggest you adhere to my decision, or you will not like the consequences.”

With that said she continued to the ship to return her home.

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Hounded [3] 3. Earth Kills

Pairings: Bellamy x OC // Kane x daughter!OC

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: violence, series spoilers

Summary: When trapped in a cave together, Athena sees a new side of Bellamy. One that she might actually like.

Author’s Note: Hii, I’m back with the third chapter/episode. The cave scene has been my favourite to write thus far (I know, we’re only on episode three) and I hope you enjoy it too! Please remember to note and reblog! It really helps me see interest and therefore update the story more often. Thank you! PS. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please send me an ask with your @ and I will add you to my list!

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The following day I found myself behind the dropship, collecting more wood for fires. We had returned to camp with the large cat Wells had killed, Bellamy using everyone’s hunger as a way to get them to remove their wristbands. I was able to hold out, sneaking some food once everyone had piled into the dropship for the night.

I hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. Jasper spent most of it groaning in pain, while the other delinquents yelled for him to shut up. The groaning was still going on, though I’d begun to tune it out for the most part.

Grabbing my pile of wood, I headed around the dropship and towards the fire, dropping it all into the pile Wells had started earlier. Just as the wood fell to the ground, the sound of screaming filled my ears.

I ran towards the dropship, climbing the ladder to the top floor and shoving the door open.

“Hold him still, I need to cut away the infected flesh.” Clarke held a knife in her hand, while Monty, Wells and Finn held Jasper down.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” I asked.

Octavia soon climbed through the door, standing at my side. “Stop it! You’re killing him.”

“She’s trying to save his life.” Finn rolled his eyes.

“She can’t,” Bellamy spoke, joining us on the top floor. “Look at him, he might as well be dead already.”

Wells stood up, stepping in front of Bellamy. “Back off.”

“We didn’t drag him through miles of woods just to let him die,” Clarke said.

“He’s making us all crazy, Clarke,” I spoke up.

“This isn’t the Ark, Athena.” Clarke snapped. “Down here, every life matters.”

I shook my head. “I’m not saying his life doesn’t matter. Just look at him, he’s suffering. He’s not going to make it.”

Clarke shook her head, her eyes meeting Octavia’s. “Octavia, I’ve spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say there’s hope, there’s hope.”

“This isn’t about hope, it’s about guts,” Bellamy said. “You don’t have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He’s been like this for three days. If he’s not better by tomorrow, I’ll kill him myself.”

I kicked my feet and bit my lower lip, catching Wells’ eyes. “Athena, come on. You can’t be on his side.”

“I’m sorry, but I am,” I said, my eyes fixed on the metal floor beneath me. “The longer you four play doctor, the more he’s suffering for nothing. It’s time to let go.”

Bellamy and I turned to leave. “Come on, O.” He said.

“I’m staying here.”

Bellamy shook his head, climbing back down the ladder.

I turned to the group. “I hope you guys are right about this, but if you’re not…” I trailed off, shaking my head and heading down the ladder myself.

...

Later that afternoon, I watched as a group prepped to go hunting. The sound of Jasper screaming in pain was starting to give me a headache and all I wanted to do was leave camp.

When I spotted Bellamy exit the dropship to join them, I rushed to his side.

“Hey, you guys are going hunting?”

He raised an eyebrow. “We are.”

“Good, I’m in.”

Bellamy shook his head, smirking. “You want to go hunting?”

I stepped in front of him, both of us coming to a complete stop. “Look, I can’t listen to Jasper anymore. I need to get out of here. Besides, an extra hand can’t hurt, can it?”

Looking me up and down, Bellamy sighed. “Do you know anything about hunting?”

“No, but I’m a quick learner.”

“As long as you don’t get in the way, sure you can come.”

I clapped my hands together. “Let’s go then.”

...

We had been hunting for a few hours before finally coming across a boar. It was plumb, enough meat on its bones to feed all of us tonight. My mouth was watering just thinking about how good it would taste.

Bellamy pressed his pointer finger to his lips. “Shh… She’s mine.”

I watched as he stepped closer and just as he was about to attack, a stick snapped behind us. Bellamy spun around, throwing his axe in the direction of the noise as the boar ran off. The rest of the group, aside from Atom ran after it, screaming like a bunch of idiots.

Turning around, I spotted a young blonde girl peeking out from behind a tree. Her eyes were wide as she looked at the axe which had hit the tree next to her head.

Bellamy dropped his hands to his sides. “Who the hell are you?”

“C-Charlotte.” The girl mumbled.

“He could’ve killed you.” I hissed, causing the girl to frown.

Bellamy sighed, stepping forward. “Why aren’t you back at camp?”

“The guy who is dying,” Charlotte spoke, her eyes fixed on the ground. “I just couldn’t listen to it anymore.”

I couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “You and me both,”

“There are grounders out here,” Atom spoke. “It’s not safe for a little girl.”

“I’m not little.”

Bellamy and I exchanged glances. “Well then,” Bellamy said, pulling a knife out of his pocket. “You can’t hunt without a weapon.” He handed Charlotte the knife. “Ever kill anything before?”

Charlotte shook her head.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll be good at it.” Bellamy smiled before turning around and heading off to find the others.

I smiled at her as well. “Come on,”

Charlotte and I followed Bellamy and Atom through the forest. We had yet to find the others when suddenly, a swarm of bugs flew past us.

“What the hell?” Atom asked.

Rats, which I had yet to see on the ground, began scurrying in the same direction the bugs had flown. I watched as a cloud of yellow began forming in front of us, a horn sounding in the air.

“That can’t be good.” I mumbled.

“Come on! There are caves this way.” Bellamy spoke, running off.

The three of us followed Bellamy, myself being sure to keep Charlotte within my reach. I watched as Atom tripped, though I didn’t stop. I just kept running until I too fell.

My head connected with a rock, causing me to scream out in pain.

This is it. This is how I die.

Just as I accepted my fate, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me from the ground. “Charlotte, keep going!” It was Bellamy.

I tried my best to run, though Bellamy pulled me most of the way. Finally, we reached the cave and Bellamy let go of me, closing the entrance with a larger rock. I slid down the wall of the cave, pressing my hand to the back of my head.

“Are you okay?” Charlotte asked.

I nodded, removing my hand and examining the blood on it. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

“What happened to Atom?” Bellamy asked.

I looked away, unable to explain how I left him behind.

Bellamy sighed. “We should be safe here for the night.”

“Should be?” Charlotte asked.

“Will be,” I spoke up. “We will be safe here.”

Charlotte frowned, and I knew she believed that as much as I did.

...

We had been stuck in the cave for a while, Charlotte having fallen asleep. Bellamy inspected the wound on my head, touching it lightly. I let out a yelp, swatting his hand away.

He moved back. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I spoke, my voice shaking. “Is it bad?”

“It looks like the bleeding has stopped at least. No sleeping for you though.”

I sighed. “Not like I’ve done much sleeping down here anyways.”

We were both silent for a few moments before finally, Bellamy cleared his throat. “Do you think everyone back at camp is okay?”

“I’m sure they are,” I said. “They probably all hid inside the dropship.”

“Safer there than here, I guess.”

“I was sure the fog would’ve slipped through a crack of this cave.” I looked over at Charlotte. “Poor kid probably didn’t expect to almost die twice today. She’s lucky your aim sucks.”

Bellamy chuckled. “It wasn’t bad considering I wasn’t looking in that direction.”

“Alright, I’ll give you that.” I smiled, before the thought of Atom filled my mind. “I left him behind…”

“What?”

“Atom,” I said. “I saw him fall. I could’ve stopped and helped him up, but I didn’t.”

Bellamy shook his head. “You were afraid.”

“And you weren’t?” I asked, tears welling in my eyes. “You ran back to save me. You shouldn’t have. You should’ve kept going.”

“What’s done is done, Athena. You can’t change it now, so learn from it, do better next time.”

I nodded, my eyes beginning to flutter shut as a wave of exhaustion washed over me. “You almost sound like my father.”

Bellamy ignored my remark. “Hey, no sleeping, alright?”

“I’m tired.”

“Too bad,” Bellamy frowned. “Why did you get locked up?”

“What?”

“If you keep talking, you’ll stay awake. Tell me why you got locked up.”

I shook my head. “It was stupid.”

“How stupid?”

“Bellamy-”

“Athena.” His voice was stern.

I took a deep breath. “Someone I cared about, their father was sick. The Ark wouldn’t give him the medication he needed, so I stole it.” Bellamy’s eyes grew slightly wider. “I stole my mother’s keycard to get into the medicine cabinet and of course, they figured out it was me and thus I was arrested.”

“You must’ve really cared about that person,” Bellamy mumbled.

“He was like my second father,” I admitted. “I mean, you know how my dad is. When I started dating my boyfriend, his father was always nice to me. Always making sure I was okay, something my dad never really bothered to do.” I paused for a second, wiping my eyes. “I couldn’t just sit back and watch him die. Not after everything he’s done for me.”

Bellamy was silent for a moment. “Did he make it?”

“Yeah, he did.” I smiled. “Knowing that makes all of this worth it, as much as I wish I wasn’t down here right now. I would give anything to be able to see my mom again, hug her, tell her I love her.” I watched as Bellamy’s face fell. “Bellamy, I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s okay.” He said, mustering up a small smile.

I shook my head. “No, It’s not. Nothing about what they do up there is okay.”

Just as Bellamy went to speak, Charlotte began tossing, letting out a small scream.

“Charlotte,” Bellamy spoke, rushing to her side. “Wake up.”

Charlotte shot up, panting. “I’m sorry.”

Bellamy frowned. “Does that happen often?”

Charlotte nodded.

“What are you scared of?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Bellamy said. “The only thing that matters is what you do about it.”

I almost felt like he was talking to me as well.

“But, I’m asleep,” Charlotte mumbled.

“Fears are fears. Slay your demons while you’re awake, they won’t be able to get you while you sleep.”

“How?”

Bellamy looked over at me for a moment, before looking back to Charlotte. “You can’t afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death. Let me see that knife I gave you.” Charlotte nodded, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the knife. She handed it over to Bellamy, who squeezed the handle in his hand. “Now, when you feel afraid, you hold this knife tight and say ‘screw you, I’m not afraid’.”

He handed the knife back to Charlotte, who held onto the knife as tight as she could with both hands. “S-screw you, I’m not afraid.”

“Louder.”

Charlotte looked to me, and I nodded. “Screw you. I’m not afraid.”

Bellamy smiled, patting her on the shoulder. “Slay your demons kid, then you’ll be able to sleep.”

Charlotte nodded with a small smile. Still holding the knife in her hands, she rolled back over and fell back asleep. Bellamy made his way back over to me, sitting down with his back against the cave wall.

“I think I’m starting to see where Octavia gets it from,”

…

The following morning, Bellamy pushed the rock covering the cave opening out of the way. He stepped outside, looking around.

“It’s all clear,” He said before stepping out further. “Is anyone out here? Jones?”

“We’re here!” Jones called out.

I stood from my spot, my legs shaking under me. “It’s okay, Charlotte. We can head back to camp now.”

Charlotte nodded, standing up and following me out of the cave.

“Where’d you guys go?” Bellamy asked Jones.

“We made it to a cave down there,” Jones pointed to the West.

I stepped forward. “Did you guys see Atom?”

Jones shook his head, causing me to frown.

“We’ll find him,” Bellamy assured me. “Let’s head back to camp.”

…

Most of the walk back to camp was quiet, aside from the occasional call-out for Atom. We had yet to find him, a fact that was slowly driving me insane. I could feel my fingernails piercing the palm of my hands hidden under my jacket, surly drawing blood.

A hand landed on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly.

“Sorry,” Bellamy said, looking me over. “You’ve been quiet, I just wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

Last night had shown a different side of Bellamy I had never expected to see. I had half expected him to switch back to his douchebag persona the second we left that cave. Instead, here he was, asking if I was alright.

My cheeks began to heat up, causing me to focus on the ground underneath my feet. “I’ll feel a lot better once we find Atom.”

Bellamy nodded.

The rest of the group had fallen behind us, though Charlotte was so far ahead of us I could barely make out her silhouette through the trees. No matter how many times I had called out for her, she just kept going.

Charlotte finally disappeared from my sight and just a few moments later, her frightened screams rang out through the forest. Without hesitating, Bellamy and I sprung into action, running in her direction.

Before long we found her, standing over a body.

Atom.

“Oh my god,”

Bellamy moved closer, kneeling down and looking Atom over. He was covered in bloody boils and blisters, his skin looking as if it had been slowly burned away. His eyes were glossy, his pupils small.

I placed my hand on Charlotte’s shoulder before making my way over to the two. Atom was shaking, stuttering incoherently. Finally, he was able to get out a few broken words: kill me, please.

Bellamy stood up, taking a few steps back as the rest of the group joined us. Stepping forward, Charlotte pulled out the knife Bellamy had given her earlier. She handed it to Bellamy and whispered, “Done be afraid.”

Taking a deep breath, Bellamy cleared his throat. “All of you head back to camp. Charlotte, you too.”

The group dispersed, including Charlotte, though she was more reluctant to leave than rest had been. Bellamy eyed me, still standing just a few meters away.

“Bellamy, I can’t-”

“I know,” He spoke, nodding.

Bellamy knelt back down, holding the knife in his hand. I sat across from him on the other side of Atom, watching as Bellamy’s eyes shifted around.

Atom spoke again through broken words, begging Bellamy to do it. I watched as Bellamy sat there, unable to move. Finally, I reached over, taking the hand he was holding the knife with in mine.

Bellamy looked up at me and for a second I could see tears welling in his blue eyes. I slowly slipped the knife out of his hand and into my own, pulling my hand away and placing it at my side.

“Athena-”

“I can do this,” Taking a deep breath, I looked down at Atom. “Okay, I’m going to help you. Just breathe, alright?”

I placed my free hand on Atom’s cheek, lightly brushing it with my thumb as I moved the knife towards the side of his neck. I slowly slid the blade into his skin, pulling it out just the same.

As Atom slowly bled out, I continued to comfort him as best as I could at that moment. Finally, Atom stopped moving and I knew he was gone.

Looking up, I was met with Bellamy’s sorrowful eyes. It was at that moment that I realized I had been crying, a droplet of salt falling into my mouth.

I quickly wiped my eyes with my free hand before wiping the bloody knife on the ground and handing it back to Bellamy. “We should get him back to camp, bury him with the others.”

…

Finn, Wells and Clarke had soon found us and helped us get Atom’s body back to camp. I hadn’t spoken the rest of the way back, knowing if I opened my mouth I would only start to cry again.

The camp gate was quickly opened upon our arrival, Clarke rushing ahead of us and demanding quick action in making Jasper’s medicine. Bellamy ordered a few of the delinquents to get Clarke anything she needed, while Wells headed off to dig a grave for Atom.

Across the camp, I watched as Octavia exited the dropship. She chatted with Clarke for a moment before her face sunk and she yanked herself away, rushing over to myself and Bellamy.

“Octavia, just stay back, please,” Bellamy commanded.

“Why?”

Octavia attempted to push past Bellamy, only to fail. Upon her second attempt, she managed to get past him, her eyes quickly falling on the body whose face was covered by a jacket. She got on her knees and looked at her brother before looking back to the jacket, slowly lifting it.

Octavia let out a small gasp, tears swelling in her eyes. “Atom.”

Bellamy frowned, reaching over to touch her. “There was nothing I could do.”

“Don’t!” Octavia hissed, shoving his hand away before standing up.

“O, please let me explain-”

“I said don’t.”

With that, Octavia ran off towards the dropship.

Soon Murphy approached, earning a sigh from Bellamy. “Did you lose anyone here today?” He asked.

“No.”

“Jasper?” I asked.

Murphy glared at me. “Still breathing, barely.” He turned his attention back to Bellamy. “I tried to take him out but your psycho little sister-”

Bellamy quickly shoved Murphy before grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“Bellamy-”

“My what?” Bellamy asked before raising his voice even more. “My what?”

“Your little sister,” Murphy mumbled, shoving Bellamy off of him.

Bellamy nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. My little sister. Got anything else you want to say about her?”

Murphy stared at Bellamy for a moment before shaking his head. “Nothing, sorry.”

I watched as Bellamy looked Murphy up and down. Finally, he nodded his head towards Atom’s body. “Somebody get him out of here.”

With that, Bellamy stormed off towards his tent.

…

Later that evening I sat on the top level of the dropship where Jasper was resting. Finn took a swig of an old bottle of alcohol he had found before offering it to Monty. Monty refused, passing it to Octavia instead.

“Smooth.” He coughed.

Octavia took a sip, her face instantly crinkling. “Disgusting. I love it.”

She offered the bottle to me and I shook my head. “I’ve got guard duty later.”

“Can I, uh, get a hit of that?” A small voice spoke up.

We all looked over, Jasper’s head poking up slightly from the make-shift bed. He was smiling slightly, his eyes fixated on the bottle.

“Jasper!” Octavia cheered, rushing to his bedside.

Monty smiled, also rushing over. “Let’s start with the soft stuff.”

Finn and I joined the group. “Welcome back, buddy.”

“Was that a dream or did I get speared?”

“You’ll have a very impressive scar to prove it.” I turned my head, noticing Clarke had joined up. She was smiling, though I could tell she had been crying.

“My saviour.” Jasper smiled.

Clarke chuckled slightly. “Thank you for not dying. I don’t think I could’ve taken that today.”

“I’ll try not to die tomorrow too, if that’s cool.”

Clarke smiled, a newfound gleam in her eyes. “Sounds like a plan.”

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