#terra reader insert

[lostdandelion9]

I’ve been having these strange dreams lately;

Every night I dream of people I’ve never seen before, but they seem to know me all too well. It’s all foggy in my mind. I don’t even know their names, their story. I fight with them, dine with them, and laugh— I even cried one time in those dreams. I remember the grief I felt. As if I had lost something unparalleled, something I wouldn’t find again in someone. There were these people with weird masks, countless Keyblade Wielders, Heartless, and… a little, white creature. I feel like crying anytime I remember it.

I can’t even remember their faces.

I don’t understand. I am scared. It hurts to remember, as if these dreams were never meant to find me in the first place. But those people know me, I know it. I just… don’t know them. I’ve looked in every book in your library, and I read something similar, but it was about time travel. I’ve never time travelled. I even went to Radiant Garden so Ienzo and Ansem the Wise could help me, to find something in my heart that could lead to clues of what’s happening to me, as you asked. Nothing was found.

I am scared, Master.

— (Reader) to Master Yen Sid.

[megaman-fluffcanons]

!! some terra dating hc's, maybe for a s/o who used to be human but got turned into a robot? thank you!!!!

Whoops I got really into writing this. oooo do you think I could write a oneshot for this? :0

*When you had started dating Terra, you were human. You and Terra spent a lot of time together on dates and such

*However, an incident had caused you grave injuries, but with quick thinking, you were saved! However, the only way this was possible... was by turning you into a robot

*You were able to keep a majority of your memories and your personality, the only thing that changed was your body

*Terra was absolutely horrified by what had happened to you, and was the first to visit you when you were available for visits

*He felt so bad for what had happened, and that he wasn't there to keep you safe

*You have to reassure him that it's not his fault, and that you're okay now, and there's nothing for him to worry about

*However, Terra becomes really protective of you for a while, and worries about you a lot

*But you can understand why, so you just let him do as he pleases for a while, until you can get him to stop worrying

[fyxestroll]

Hurricane

pairing: fulgrim x reader (fem.)

description: as the dust settles on your duel with the governor's heir another storm brews on the horizon with you and fulgrim. the primarch finds himself at a loss as he faces an emotion he can longer ignore.

warnings: semi-explicit descriptions of injuries, mentions of infant death/murder

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notes: as usual my english stopped englishing somewhere around the middle of the fic. we're almost at the end of this story and thats kinda making me a little weepy tbh

You return to the world of the living in a panic, the unfamiliar ceiling making you assume the worst. Waldemar Freidreich may hold the reputation of a clown, an ill-befitting heir but there were rumors—heavens, you’re starting to get tired of that word, that he is involved in more lecherous business. It’s all alleged of course but you aren’t eager to find out.

Frantically, you claw at the IV tubes attached to your body uncaring of the blood slowly slipping out from the insertions. You don't feel any pain, however, just a dull buzzing. Pain suppressants.

That doesn’t comfort you, not one bit.

You push past the numbness and attempt to get to your feet. Your movement is sluggish, eyes bleary and mind foggy. It’s a precarious state to be in but you push yourself to move.

Unbeknownst to you someone has already taken note of your struggle.

The sound of a ceramic breaking reaches your eyes but you barely register it as you are grappled down onto the bed. You thrash like a wild animal the panic spiking into fear as you struggle in the large person’s hold.

Their arm comes into view.

You're running out of time.

You bite hard, teeth digging into their skin and drawing blood. The metallic taste on your tongue giving you a strange sort of satisfaction.

Serves you right.

The dread follows shortly. You expect a retaliation, shove or a blow to the face at any moment.

But none happens. Instead, a hand comes to stroke the back of your head in a slow soothing manner. 

The action does well in calming you.

The adrenaline fades away and suddenly the sheets feel softer and much more comfortable. It seems you are much more tired than you thought. Sleep calls to you like a siren song but for a moment you resist. You will not close your eyes without seeing your captor’s savior’s face. 

You force yourself to crane your neck upwards and find white messy unwashed hair, beautiful purple eyes and…

Is that a stubble?

“Ful…grim…?” 

His name slips out and you’re out like a light, missing the smile of absolute relief that escaped the Primarch by a mere second.

*

This time, you wake much more peacefully. Fulgrim had made sure of it, shooting down any and all suggestions of restraining you. He hasn’t left the chair beside your bed either. He’s sat there for others, unmoving and unwilling to take his eyes off of you. 

A small plate of fruits cut into star-shaped pieces piled high is onto the nightstand. Its the mark of hours of effort with a small knife that reminded him all too well of his early days in Callax. Though, back then he wouldn’t have even had the chance to get fruit, especially not something like this. The fruit he holds in his hand is called a ‘Carambola’ a fruit that originated from ancient Terra and only grown within the palace.

‘You will quite like it,’ Father had said. The Emperor has always been difficult to understand but Fulgrim has an inkling He was not referring to him. He took it as a sign that he could share with a friend or two. He was quite eager to have you try, he just didn’t think it would be this way.

This would be what? The tenth? The fifteenth day? 

He’s lost track of the time, or, more accurately, time has frozen for him. He hasn’t left your side since the night of that blasted duel, he hasn’t even left this room since your condition stabilised. Day in and day out he’s been here waiting, ignoring the countless missives sent to him.

None of that mattered, not here and not right now.

The last of the medicae took their leave, finally allowing the two of you time alone. Fulgrim finds himself looking at you, comparing and contrasting the you now from the you he last saw nearly a Terran year ago. Tension hangs in the air, a stark difference from the countless times you’ve spent together.                                                                    

“I did not know you were coming back so soon…friend.” The last part is said hesitantly, your eyes glued to the blanket draped over your legs.

Friend?

“My business on Terra ended sooner than expected.” 

You let out a weary sigh. “Then I apologise. I’ve caused quite a mess and you were no doubt eager to take rest, my lord.”

It’s formal, not dissimilar to the way you spoke in public. The lack of intimacy familiarity leaves a hollow pit in his stomach. 

“You have not called me ‘my lord’ in a long time.” The title sounds foreign coming from you. He prefers hearing his name. No titles, no epithets just Fulgrim.

“It is…” Your gaze flitters around the room, a few times landing on him. Fulgrim hopes you don’t find him disgustingly unkempt, void knows he looks like a mess. You purse your lips “...appropriate.”

 “We are close enough to look past such trivialities,” He shakes his head and reaches for your hand, “I prefer it if you don’t.” Your skin is cool against his, your palms soft and without callouses. This is the first time he’s had your hand in his without gloves obstructing. The experience sends an excited shiver down his spine and he finds himself feeling like a giddy adolescent.

Tenderly, he traces his thumb over your knuckles. The bruises have already faded to a sickly yellow but still, he finds their presence jarring. Violence, physical violence didn’t fit your stately conduct even at your most casual but oddly, it suits you. 

But that doesn’t change the fact that you were hurt, gravely.

He still remembers the warmth of your blood on his hands, how easily it flowed out from your wound and soaked his clothes. Fulgrim is sure he will never forget that sight for the rest of his life.

His inaction had caused that. The rumors may have led to the duel and Freidreich may have fired that bullet but at the end of the day, he was at fault. He had ruined you. Your reputation, your body, your life had been torn asunder while he emerged unscathed.

‘Why had I not done anything?’ Fulgrim shakes his head, his hands fully engulfing yours and squeezing it as if silently begging for forgiveness. 

It was too late to do so. 

Throne, it would have been better if you never met him.

But would he want that?

No.

That night at the gallery had changed something in him, regained the hope for innocent love and he fell hook, line and sinker. Oh, he was such a fool to have not realised until it was too late, until he held your limp body, until the doctors’ chances of saving you waned and he found himself begging for some form of miracle.

He had not realised he needed to get away from you until it was far too late. You had already stolen his heart and he’d let you so.

He squeezes your hand and confesses, “I found the letters, I found all of them.” Your head housekeeper had given them to him and he had read every foul sentence written by the Freidreich boy, saw through every thinly veiled threat. It was coercion and obsession in written form. 

“I…” What should he say? ‘I understand’ ‘I do not blame you for entering that duel’

You beat him to the punch.

“I am not with child.” Your hand slips out from his hold.

“I know.” The revelation was shocking, to say the least, but the doctors had confirmed it twice. There was no child, there never was. Your staff ever loyal had repeatedly attested that you had never even laid with a man. That was no matter, not to him anyway—Vinabonan society believes otherwise but he would be lying if he said he did not feel some sort of twisted relief at that fact.

There was no child, there was no one in your heart.

He still had a chance. 

“Did you believe so too?” There is hurt in your accusation.

“I did.” He had prepared himself to whisk you away, for the possibility of your hatred. In the few night cycles planebound he’d found himself fantasising of a mundanity with you and a babe. It’s a fantasy that suited neither of you. But it was better than the dark passing thoughts of crushing an infant with his bare hands.

“If I was, what would you have done?” A frown mars your beautiful face, tears threatening to overflow. This was not a question but a plea. ‘Please, do not turn your back on me. Do not label me as someone of ill repute. Take my side, please.’

Gently, he cups your cheek. You pull away at first but settle seconds after, the warmth of his hand becoming your greatest comfort in nearly a year. “I would have taken you far away, far enough that you would not hear even a single whisper of scrutiny.”

“And if I did not want that?” You meet his eyes.

“Then I…” The idea was the first to come to his mind when he first heard the news. He takes a shaky breath and continues, “I would have claimed the child as mine and married you.”

You freeze.

Fulgrim’s heart stutters. He knew it, he should not have said that. He sputters nonsense, his tongue failing him as he tries to justify why. 

He could only watch as the dam holding back your tears was breached. Biting your lip you hold back your whimpers, sobs wracking your body. 

“Tell me–” You cry, “Tell me why you would have done so.”

He could not find it in himself to give you a rational answer, to give a reason to tie you to him for a lifetime. You have dreams, and aspirations that he likely has no place in. For him to even utter such a thing was the greatest of offences.

A marriage to him would be a chain for you, just as it had been to others before.

He did not want that.

He did not want that! 

His own tears fall from his face. Selfishly, he had hoped, he had hoped when he kissed you a year ago and he–

You place your hand over his, “Please, tell me.”

He cries harder, snot building up in his nose. “I would not have let anything happen to you.” He pulls you into a careful embrace making sure not to touch your injuries, “If you wanted to leave and never come back I would help you do so. If you wished to stay I would find a way to erase all stains on your reputation.” he takes a sharp breath, “I would do anything for you ____ Dittersdorf.” 

‘But please, never forsake me.’ You could only gape as he dares to inch closer, lips ghosting over yours. Fulgrim knows there’s no going back, he could feel it in his bones. What would happen after this would change everything still he dares to utter three words.

“I love you.”

You seal his confession with a kiss.

And for a moment all is right.

*

The following are a series of news media of varying validity.

DUEL OF THE CENTURY: LORD PRIMARCH FULGRIM’S CHALLENGE

In a shocking turn of events following the disastrous duel between Lady Dittersdorf and Young Lord Freidreich Lord Primarch Fulgrim has returned planetside with a declaration that he will be the proxy for any who wish to challenge Lady Dittersdorf’s honor. This has reignited the rumors of the true relationship between the Primarch and the Dittersdorf heiress with some sources claiming that the two had plans to be wed upon his return. 

Neither the Lord Primarch nor the official channels of The 3rd Legion have made a statement.

THE END OF HOUSE FREIDREICH

[Image of Waldemar Freidreich, heir to house Freidreich in a hospital bed.]

In a disastrous turn of events Lord Waldemar Freidreich was gravely wounded during his duel with one Lady Dittersdorf. The young lord was shot in the crotch area, damaging his reproductive organs beyond repair. As the one and only successor to House Freidreich concerns have arisen over the line of succession with the heir’s newfound impotency and the current governor’s age.

Neither the Lord Primarch nor the official channels of The 3rd Legion have made a statement regarding the matter.

THE DUEL IS THE LEAST OF OUR WORRIES

It has been nearly two weeks since what many have dubbed the duel of the century. Everyone is in shock as more of the duel’s details have come to light. From the Governor’s heir challenging a woman to a duel to a Primarch interrupting the drama is unending but in my opinion, this is all just bread and circuses. This incident is more than gossip to be circulated, it is a reflection of the rot and inefficiency of the Freidreich rule had brought upon our beautiful world.

We have been blessed with patronage from a Primarch and yet our society, our infrastructure has seen little change since Vinabona had been brought to compliance. The Freidreichs and their lackeys drown in indulgences while our workers struggle to even feed their families.

Now with the greater Imperium watching and our world on the brink of civil war things have never looked more grim.

LADY DITTERSDORF DEAD?

Lady Dittersdorf has not been seen since Lord Primarch Fulgrim’s interruption of the duel. Several eyewitness reports attest that she had suffered a grievous injury which when our team described it to medical experts was told to be impossible to recover from. 

There has been no confirmation of her status but memorials have been erected in the noblewoman’s name and the masses assume her dead.

We had asked for a statement but neither the Lord Primarch nor the official channels of The 3rd Legion have made a statement.

BREAKING NEWS: GOVERNOR FREIDREICH DECLARES SECESSION

[Image of  an elderly man, Governor Freidreich standing on a podium and delivering a speech ]

RIOTS BREAK OUT AMIDST TENSIONS 

[15-second video of a riot on the main roads of Vinabona’s capital. The local militia was deployed to suppress what was once a peaceful protest. They are seen shooting at civilians]

THIRD LEGION EMBASSY BESIEGED

[Shaky 5-second video of an ornate building being besieged by the planetary militia. Astartes can be seen making makeshift fortifications, and some stand guard. They seem unbothered by the presence of the militia]

BREAKING NEWS: MARTIAL LAW DECLARED

Lord Primarch Fulgrim exercises imperial authority and declares martial law amidst increased violence. Checkpoints and curfews will be established 

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[farseeryirith]

Full disclosure - english is not my first language, I have never written reader insert before, I have also never written anything for 40k before either, nor have I ever posted any of the things I've written for other fandoms... But I have spent the last 5 days reading primarch fics and I have caught that bug, so I decided what the hell, whats the worst that could happen?

Anyway, canon lore? What's that?

Sanguinius x fem!Custodes reader Warning: blood (not much, but still) Mostly fluff, I suppose. Is it bad to have a little bit of a crush on your father's freshly baked bodyguard? WHO KNOWS! Angel boy likes the tall lady with the pretty smile that smells... nice

You weren’t sure what to think of this turn of events. Of course, you could never question His decisions, and yet when The Emperor informed you that you were to accompany the Ninth legion into battle against the Orks, you couldn't help but feel some vestigial nervousness - something that would surely go away with time. You were still young, one of the newest members of the Legio Custodes, recently inducted to replace a fallen brother. You had never left the Imperial Palace before, you were yet to see battle, and He had deemed it necessary for your mettle to be tested in combat.

The Emperor had chosen to issue the task of taking you to battle to the Great Angel himself, a show of insurmountable trust - normally you were not to take orders from anyone but the Emperor Himself, follow no other commander. This went against everything you had been taught, but you would never question His judgement. The Emperor had decreed you follow his son into battle, and thus it shall be.

Lord Sanguinius had come to greet you himself at the docking bay and welcome you aboard his flagship, flanked by a cadre of his sons. You could feel your hearts' pace quicken as you talked further into the ship, your serfs following behind. Curse these lingering feelings, you could only hope the Primarch and the Astartes would not sense your anxiety. Leaving Terra for the first time felt strange. Leaving Terra alone without your brothers and sisters felt stranger. You silently thanked everything your helmet concealed your face, lest the warriors before you see you chewing your lips raw from the nerves.

Approaching closer, The Angel walked ahead of his sons and extended a hand with a warm smile towards you.

“Welcome aboard the Red Tear, Lady Custodes.” he says as you tentatively shake his hand. Were you supposed to do that? “It is an honour to host one of the Ten Thousand.”

“It is an honour to be hosted by a son of The Emperor, Lord Sanguinius.” you reply and turn to the Astartes behind him, giving a polite nod. “And to accompany your legion into battle, of course.”

“A lot of honour to be had, indeed.” one of the Astartes speaks up. A jest, perhaps? You turn your eyes back to the Primarch, to gouge a reaction. He gives a small chuckle. Yes, a lighthearted jest, you deduce, and match with your own quick subdued laugh. There was a pause, your slightly delayed reaction seemingly unnerving the Astartes, who look away. Thankfully Sanguinius breaks the tension as he speaks up again.

“Allow me to show you to the quarters we have prepared for, Lady Custodes. We shall be departing soon.”

You are led through the Red Tear to a large room where your serf begins setting up. You find yourself drawn to the window at the far end, and you walk to it mesmerized. You can see Terra growing smaller in the distance and your heart rate picks up again. You reach out to place a hand on the glass, almost as if to reach for the throne world, your home.. You hear Sanguinius clear his throat behind you, and you feel your cheeks flush. Once again you thank the throne for the helmet hiding the embarrassment on your face at being caught in such a childish act.

“I hope the room is to your satisfaction.” the Angel speaks up.

“It is, thank you.” you reply, walking away from the window, flexing your fingers, as if to shake off the nerves.

“Wonderful. I will leave you to get settled it, in that case.” he smiled and turned to walk away before stopping at the door. “It.. would be my pleasure if you were to join me for the evening meal later if you would like?”

“Of course.” you agree, and you note the smile the Angel gives you.

“Very well, I will send for you.” he says as he leaves the room. “ Lady Custodes.” he gives you a nod before turning.

“Lord Sanguinius.” you bow in return, and with that the door closes and you are alone in the room with your serfs.

You are helped out of your armour, which is carefully, ritualistically stored away. You are given your rest attire robe, and your hair is combed through again and re-braided. You notice your bleeding lower lip in your reflection in the window. Damned nerves. One of the serfs makes a remark that you should quit chewing your lips raw and let them heal, but they get silenced with a quick look. This bout of anxiety would pass, you would make it pass.

Sanguinius was not sure what he expected when he was given the task of hosting a newly inducted Adeptus Custodes. It was an honour to know his father trusted him so, yet there was an inkling of doubt in him. Was this to be a test? Were you there to assess him?

These doubts, however, dissipated when he met you. You radiated unease, anxiety even. He did not know Custodes could be nervous, though he supposed he had only met veterans before. You were young, father had told him, newly christened and untested yet, and it was on him now to see to it that you fight your first battle.

There was another thing that made him curious about you. As you walked through the halls of the Red Tear, he could smell the sweet scent of blood on you. It was slight, barely a drop, but it was almost intoxicating, alluring..

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming towards his quarters. He had sent for you to be brought to dine with him, and as the door opened for you to come in, he found himself at a loss for words.

Yet again you defied his expectations. Even outside of your armour, you were tall and of a strong build, but your face bore gentler features, bright eyes, and soft red lips. Perhaps it was foolish of him to assume all your cadre came out grizzled war-hardened veterans like the shield captains and blade champions he had met. He had never considered what a young Custodes would look like. You were beautiful..

“My lord.” you speak up and he becomes acutely aware he had been staring for just long enough to be slightly uncomfortable.

“Lady Custodes.” he shakes off his stupor and stands up to greet you, whilst his serfs hurry around, continuing their preparations of the dining table.

“Your ship is beautiful.” you mention as he comes near. Ah, he sees it now - the thin red line across your lower lip, that you keep biting and not letting heal. The source of the enticing coppery scent of blood that he could smell on you. A nervous habit, perhaps?

“Thank you.” he smiles, as his eyes lock onto your lips. He swears he has more self-restraint than this, but your blood calls to him so sweetly, and your lips look so soft. “Pales in comparison to the Imperial Palace, though, does it not?” he chuckles, trying to distract himself.

“Few things don’t,” you say. “I... I would assume,” you add. He gives you a questioning look and you look away, your cheeks flushing. “I.. this is the first time I have left the palace.”

“Oh..” Sanguinius stares for a moment. He knew you had not left the throne world before, but he did not expect you to have never even left the palace grounds. There was so much of the Imperium and you had seen none of it. Not even the rest of Terra.

“I officially became one of the Ten Thousand six Terrans months ago.” you clarify. “I thought The Emperor had informed you.”

“He did, yes. I just was not awa..” he begins, but a slightly devious thought comes to mind. “I am sure Father would not mind if we are to take a few.. detours on our way back to Terra.”

“My Lord?”

“There could be more Orks hiding anywhere.” he grins. “It would be a shame to not check for ourselves. See the sights.

You seemed to catch on then and hesitantly matched his smile. He would make sure you see at least some of the Imperium to whose ruler you have been sworn to defend. It would be worth it, he thinks, if he gets to see you smile again.

[moodymisty]

Perhaps a 40k character of your choice and someone not very comfortable in their body? Shamelessly self inserting I guess. Thanks so much! ☺️

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Author’s note: Decided to do Guilliman. You didn’t specify anything (which is fine!) so I kept it vague for you. Enjoy!

Relationship: Guilliman/Fem!Reader(no pronouns are used, but reader compares themself to Fulgrim's wives and also mentions wanting a dress so femcoded one could say)

Warnings: None really

You wonder how Macaggian history can be so, boring. These history tomes Guilliman had given you while interesting, have largely been unbearably dull; Filled with little more than debate and the trials of leadership.

You had far preferred what Russ had once told you about the history of Fenris when you asked, though you’d never dare speak that to your beloved Primarch aloud.

Said primarch returns to your shared room not moments after you think of him, raking a hand through his own short blonde hair.

It’s quite late, the moon is high in the sky and has been for awhile now, and you assume he hasn’t had any rest in multiple days given you’ve seen little of him these past few. He’s been even busier than usual, since visiting Terra. Even if he has his Commanders take over a good portion of his duties while away from Ultramar, his duties on Terra tend to overtake his time and then some.

With nary a hello, Guilliman climbs onto the bed you’ve been reading in and swiftly lays down on it. The bed groans under his weight despite having been made for someone of his size.

He much larger hands reach to grip you by the waist and pull your closer, laying his face on your stomach overtop of the fabric of your nightgown. Your legs go over his left shoulder, as his left arm curls around your bottom, hip, and up your side to hold you close.

“Guilliman?”

He sighs into your belly.

“Give me a moment, if you will. I’m at my limit with these men today.” You assume he means his fellow primarchs. “Let me enjoy you for a bit now that I’m free of them for the time being.”

You want him to be happy, but you can’t help but shift a bit under him, nervous as he speaks so overtly, and touches you with so little hesitation.

“Are you sure you’re comfortable?” You whisper, nervously twirling a piece of his blonde and ever so slightly grey hair around your fingertip.

“Yes. You are perfect,” He says, your eyes widening at the declaration. You're so offset by it your mind wanders and can’t help but mumble:

“I find that hard to believe…”

You feel him suddenly tense, and he lifts his head to look at you.

“You do not believe me?”

He almost seems insulted by it; Like you think he’s a liar. You shake your head as you look away from his furrowed brow. You hadn’t expected him to spear you to the wall so harshly for your self-deprecating comment.

“No I just…” You grunt in frustration at not finding the right words. The Macragge tome he'd given you lays at your side, and you push it away a bit more. “I sometimes just think there are people out there far more, physically suited to stand beside you than me.” He loses some of his insulted demeanor, but his brow stays furrowed as you pick up pace and begin rambling.

“I mean, look at some of Fulgrim’s wives they-“ He cuts you off with his stoic, firm voice.

“You know how Fulgrim is. You know why and how they look the way they do.” He sighs, the wrinkles around his nose and eyes exaggerating for a moment. “Forget all of that.” He points a finger at you.

“And don’t bring him up again, I’ve had quite enough of him and his comments for quite some time.”

You smile a bit, and he softens. He’s glad you find his aggravation amusing somehow. You do wonder what Fulgrim commented about however; Though you know he has a habit of sometimes treading a bit too far into Roboute’s personal life. Into everyone's personal life honestly, though Roboute having you has made him the prime target of Fulgrim's gossip and colloquies.

His hand squeezes you reassuringly, arm continuing to awkwardly cradle you. He raises his other hand to brush his thumb across your cheek for a moment.

“You are perfect to me. You don’t need all of those lavish things.” He adds on. “Unless you want them, of course. I won’t deny you anything I can give.” Your smile gets wider, and he feels your body relax against him.

“I don’t need any of it,” You pause. “But if a dress showed up one day I wouldn’t complain, per se.”

Thankfully Guilliman can tell you’re clearly joking, and rolls his eyes. You speak up again a bit more subtly.

“Or maybe something a bit more, delicate? You could pick it.”

Guilliman takes a moment to catch your meaning before he awkwardly coughs, looks at you gentle but expectant smile.

“I’ll, see what I can do.”

Guilliman swiftly ends the topic by returning his head to lay on your stomach, and rest his eyes for a moment to the feeling of you raking your fingers through his hair.

[ihavethedreamiesx]

Deserted | Hoshi [NSFW]

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5k

Pairing: Hoshi x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweet Girl, Baby Girl, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), Added some piercings for ~flair~

Author's Note: I had my best friend read this the other day and she said it was a little much for her, but still enjoyable and she was sure others would love it.

I am planning on doing something like this for each member, so stay tuned!

-> Woozi's <-

-> Wonwoo's <-

-> S.Coup's <- (2)

-> Mingyu's <-

Revised (1/30/25)

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"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." You groan as your sand-rover grumbles in protest, slowing down before it halts. The engine not only shuts off, but it lets out a giant puff of black smoke. The smell of burning rubber stings your nose and you groan louder, grabbing your bag off the passenger seat. Throwing the door open, you're glad this happened as the sun is setting and not when it was high in the sky. The desert, however, can be very cold at night. A gust of wind blasts against the door, almost slamming it shut on your legs. With a yelp, you swing out your arm to catch the door and sigh when it doesn’t keep going. Unwrapping the thin scarf around your neck, you rewrap it around your head and face to protect you from the blowing sand. Slipping your goggles on over to cover your eyes, you wince when the leather cracks further. Getting another strap will be a pain in the ass. Grabbing the door, you let it slam closed and sling your bag over your shoulder. Walking around the vehicle, you notice that is was hit harder than you anticipated. Since your rover is just that, you have no gun mounted on it, so when the acid-spitting space worm shot out of the ground, you could only flee. The back tire has finally been eaten away enough to go flat and there’s also a hole that leads to the gas tank. Only a bit of the fuel drips out and you know there’s no chance of getting the now wrecked rover anywhere. Climbing up on the other back wheel, you get the hatch in the back open so you can grab your bigger pack. Grunting, you swing it onto your back and cinch the straps tight. Turning back to the last outpost you had been at is a no go. There’s a huge alien monster in the way. You aren’t sure where the next outpost is, so you pull out your old, beaten up holo-tracker. When you turn it on, the holographic screen glitches, so you slam the body of the device against your thigh a few times and then it evens out. Clicking the buttons, one of which keeps getting stuck, you see that the next outpost is miles away. Walking that far will be an absolute drag but at least it’s night.

"Freaking desert planets…" You grumble as if you’ve ever lived on a different one. You grew up on Sierra-Victor-Tango, but after taking a trip to several other human worlds, you learned that your home is…well, a shithole. Everything is old and falling apart. In the cities, crime is rampant, and the smaller outposts and towns are poor. When you told your mother you were going out to scavenge through the desert, she was unsure. Not because she was worried for your safety, but she had no idea what you hoped to find. It’s a sandy wasteland inhabited by weird space bugs and lizards. You’ve never known earth like your grandparents so when you learned Terra animals and bugs look so different, you understood why your grandma was so skeeved out.

Looking back at the wrecked rover, you wonder if it can give you some credits for scrap, but the work to get all the way out to it isn’t worth it. Hiking up your pack again, you set off, holding the scarf to your mouth as a gust of wind blasts you. A little blinking cursor flashes on your holo-tracker indicating where you are as you walk toward the setting sun. Behind you and to the right, the two different moons rise higher and get clearer. Twinkling stars begin to appear and the cold is starting to set in. In the distance, you see a giant rock outcropping and you head for it. It’s off the packed-in road, so you can’t go very fast in the shifting sand.  When you reach the rock, you walk around to the other side, looking for a crack or something you could wedge into for shelter. What you’re not expecting is some kind of shelter erected against the stone. It looks semi-permanent and constructed around some kind of indent in the giant rock.

Creeping closer, you see someone sitting at a fire pit, their back to you. What startles you the most though, is a giant feline-like shape lying next to the fire as well. You’ve never seen one that big and it looks like a tiger from the books your grandmother brought from earth. Instead of orange with black stripes, it’s black with white stripes and has long top fangs. The wind shifts; it’s coming straight behind you instead of at you. The beast lifts its head, beginning to growl. At this, the person turns around and you see it’s a man. He has a scar across the bridge of his nose and his ears are heavily pierced. Another piercing accents his right brow, and he has a long narrow tattoo behind his ear and down his neck. You immediately shoot your arms up in surrender and he motions his tiger to lay down.

"Who are you?" He calls and you dare not step closer.

"Uh…(Y/N), of Morgran Town." You’d never seen someone like him before. He’s incredibly attractive, and his poncho-like cloak hits right at his ribs, and he has nothing on under it. His muscles are toned, and his skin is smooth other than a scar near his hip. Tight leather pants cling to thick thighs and his big boots highlight his long legs. Even his arms are well defined, a belt holding some sort of flask wraps around his right bicep. His eyes are bright yellow, and you don’t know if that can happen naturally, and his hair is white with black tips, reminiscent of his tiger.

"Morgran Town? You’re a long way from home." He replies, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Finally, out of the shadow of the rock, he can see you in the double moonlight. You feel…tiny. He isn’t super big, not like some you've met, but he isn’t short either.

"Well, I'm a traveler, my rover broke down a few miles back." You finally let your arms down and instead move to grip the straps of your pack.

"Headed to Korvo?"

"Yes."

"Don't."

"What? Why?"

"Two weeks ago, they got hit by slavers, it’s a ghost town." The man motions you closer and toward a stump he’s carved into a seat. Slowly, you walk the long way around, avoiding the cold gaze of the animal. You remove your pack, letting it thump next to your seat, but you don’t take off your other bag; just in case you have to flee. Now that you’re closer, you can tell that some kind of meat is being roasted on the fire.

"It won’t taste too good because I can't really cook, but it’ll be cooked." He flashes a smile, and it takes you off guard. He’s…adorable.

"You'll share?" You look at the roast, your mouth watering. You haven't has fresh meat in months, only dried stuff. You wonder if he makes the kill or his pet.

"Don't worry about Horanghae, he won’t bite unless I let him." He waves at the animal, and you nod, still feeling nervous in its gaze.

"I'm Hoshi." He holds out his hand to shake and you shyly return the gesture, and he sits back down at a long bench.

"You're a traveler? What do you do that for?"

"Oh, uh, I'm mostly looking for old wrecks of likes shuttles and ships and stuff." You shrug. It takes forever to find things like that, but you gained a knack for it, and it gets you a crap ton of money sometimes. While not official, you basically work for the International Assembly as a freelancer, so you do jobs at your leisure.

"That must take a long time." He smiles and you shrug.

"Sometimes. What about you?"

"I'm a Ranger." He holds up a medallion hanging around his neck that has an upside-down triangle-like logo on it. You’ve heard of them before, there aren’t too many of them, it’s hard to get accepted. They travel the desert and work as bounty hunters. That's all people really know about them.

"So, if Korvo is a bust, where should I head next?"

"Hm. There's nowhere close really, not that you can get to easily by foot…I can't leave here for a few days, so you can stay with me till then. I'll give you a lift after." He juts his thumb over to a hover bike that’s resting next to his abode.

"Oh! Thank you. That's very generous." You let out a sigh of relief, you were beginning to wonder what you were going to do. You’re really bad at hunting and have only so much water in your canteen. He tells you about his situation as you wait for the meat to be done. He has a well that’s in the back of his tent, which is half in the rock. He had blown a giant cave into it with a grenade and set up his home. Horanghae hunts for him, and he has a communication relay set up as well to talk with the rest of the Rangers.

"I only have one place to sleep though…" He finishes off his explanation and you wave him off.

"I can sleep on the ground, not the first time I've had to."

"No way. What kind of person would I be if I let my guest sleep on the ground?" He shakes his head. Thanking him, he declares the food done and hacks off a chunk for you. Hoshi spears the meat on a wooden skewer and hands it over. Eagerly eating the food, he watches in amusement at your ravenous behavior and then eats himself.

"Thanks. I can't begin to thank you; I would've been a goner." You shudder at the thought. If you had arrived at Korvo and found it wasted, you might have had a breakdown.

"Don't worry about it!" He takes the rest of the meat off the spit and gives it to the tiger. He leads you inside his hut, even carrying your big pack in for you. It’s nice and cozy inside, beautiful colored Afghans and rugs are laid out everywhere. The front room is like a living room and has a pile of pillows to sit at and even has a fairly nice holo-screen set up. There’s a curtain against the left wall that he tells you leads to the bathroom. The next room is the bedroom essentially and he tells you to go in and make yourself comfortable, he’ll sleep in the front room. Thanking him again you scurry into the back. That's where he has his communication equipment set up, and there’s an actual bed in there! Under all the blankets and pelts, there’s not just a sack of straw or even a crate; it’s an actual mattress. You haven't slept on one in almost a year. Taking your boots off, you jump on and groan at the comfort. Pulling the softest Afghan over you, you drift off quickly and sleep better than you had in a while.

A soft beeping stirs you from your sleep. Glancing at your watch, you see it’s almost sunrise and so you sit up, stretching with a groan. The beeping is coming from the monitor he’s set up. Not wanting to invade his privacy, you get up to go into the other room and inform him. He’s still asleep, spread out across the floor and pillows. His tiger must be outside. It would have been cute to see him sleep like that if it wasn’t for the fact his torso is now completely uncovered and only his lower half is covered by the blanket. Not just that, but his tight pants are thrown over a chair in the corner, and the blanket is tented in a very obvious way. The realization makes you squeak in embarrassment, and you flee back into the other room. While you haven’t been with too many guys before, you know for sure what he’s hiding under there. The soft beeping continues from the monitor, and you wonder what you should do. If he goes in there to check on it, he might not realize he has a…problem. Living alone probably allows him some freedom, but you’re here, and you aren’t sure he’ll think of that.

Dashing from the back room into the bathroom, you realize how bad you have to go. Once that’s done, you realize in shock that the plumbing is…actually plumping. Kind of. It’s one of those high-tech situations that vaporizes the waste into nothingness. The sink actually gives you water and it seems so will the shower. As you’re still in there, staring at your face in the mirror, you keep thinking of how to wake him. All of a sudden, the beeping gets loud enough for you to hear in the other room and when you peak your head out, you see he’s stirring. That solves that problem. Peering through the curtain, you watch him get up and your jaw drops as the blanket falls. Luckily, he’s at least wearing undergarments, but they’re tight and hide very little. He’s very nicely defined, his muscles aren’t huge, but he still looks extremely good. His hair is messy, and you’re enraptured watching him stretch. He trudges into the back room, scratching his chest and seemingly ignoring his morning problem. You hear a ding, and he speaks to whoever’s on the other line. His voice is rough from sleeping and you know you’re in danger. How is it that you managed to find such a gorgeous man out in the middle of the desert? Another voice responds to him, but you can’t pick out any specific words and soon their conversation is over, and you jump back into the bathroom and away from the curtain.

"(Y/N)? You in there?" He’s standing right on the other side, and you swallow before answering in the positive.

"I, uh, need in there, but…" You know why he’s hesitating and for some reason, some stupid little voice in the back of your conscience screams loud enough for it to come out of your mouth.

"I can help you with that." You blurt and gape at yourself in the mirror. He doesn’t say anything, and you kick yourself. Why, why did you say that? Before you can say anything else, the curtain pulls back, and you see him behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His look is much different than the night before. His yellow eyes that shined with laughter have turned sharp. It makes you shudder as you make eye contact with him indirectly through the mirror.

"I-I mean, I don't know how to thank you for helping me…So, I uh, can help with whatever." You’re glad the mirror don’t goes too low, otherwise you’d definitely be staring. You can see him slowly, look you up and down and you freeze under his gaze. It’s like what the tiger did to you last night, but ten times worse. You feel like a deer about to be eaten, and it turns you on to no end. Wandering around the desert for a living doesn't exactly afford many opportunities for romantic or sexual escapades. You figure the case is probably pretty true for him as well, if not more. You realize you’ve shed your shirt in the night; you’re just standing in the wrap-around you use as a bra and your leggings. Because of the heat of the desert and the tightness of said leggings, you usually go commando, and you wonder if you’re wet enough for it to soak through the fabric.

As he steps into the small space, he lets the curtain fall behind him but don’t step completely through the entryway.

"Are you sure?" He stares you in the eye, once again through the mirror, you do not yet have the courage to turn around. While you want to say you’re joking, that it’s just an impulse to tease, you can’t. Seeing him to begin with was enough, let alone in his current state...

"Are you sure?" You shoot back. You think yourself rather plain with no distinctive features. Your freckled skin from years of sun exposure is highlighted strangely by the tan line that formed around your goggles. You’re covered in dirt too because of wandering out in the blowing sand. His poor bed is probably covered in sand too. Not easy to find somewhere with running water, let alone hot water, your hair is pulled back into a braid but isn’t exactly clean. You’re glad that body odor had been genetically eradicated decades ago. Plus, compared to him, you’re painfully average.

When he don’t verbally respond, you grow even more nervous, but he steps in further till he’s standing a few steps behind you. He peers at the mirror from behind, and he’s nearly a head taller than you. His stare is even more intense now and you shiver. Taking a deep breath, you finally work up the courage to turn around, and he’s immediately on you. His kiss is searing, and you immediately groan. Nothing about it is gentle, it does truly feel like he’s trying to eat you. He bites your bottom lip, and you moan, his tongue quickly flicking against your own. Something cold and round hits your teeth and you realize his tongue is pierced. Oh Lord. Hoshi's hand comes to rest around your throat, under your jaw, but in no way harsh or tight. This way, he can angle your head just right. Your neck protests some and so you prop up on your tip toes, tipping your head and allowing the kiss to deepen further. His second arm wraps around you, almost encircling you while his hand grips your ass. The hand on your jaw moves to the back of your head and you wrap your smaller hands over his biceps. Pulling back for air, his fingers bury further in your hair and yanks your head back so he can kiss down the column of your throat. You moan as you feel his teeth bury slightly into the flesh, then he sucks hard, definitely leaving a mark. As he presses you so close to him, you can feel his covered hard-on against your bare stomach. Your head swims as he sucks on your earlobe and his hand leaves your head to wrap around your back.

"Jump." He orders and you follow, his mouth landing on yours again as he leaves the bathroom. The man easily carries you and brings you to the bedroom, "Put me down a sec." You tell him. Hoshi raises his eyebrow in question but does so. You immediately sink to your knees, and he groans before you even touch him.

"You sure?" He asks.

"If I goes to do something, I'm sure." You tell him, implying for him to stop asking. He nods and you nervously but quickly reach for the waistband of his only item of clothing. Exhaling, you remove the garment and gape as he steps out of it. Swallowing a build-up of saliva, you no longer have to imagine. What shocks you the most however is the two metal spheres adorning the head of his cock. A full reverse prince albert. That’s…the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

"Good?"

"Yes." You clear your throat, wiggling your jaw a bit then reach for him, swirling your tongue around the head, the metal imbedded there surprisingly is just as warm as his skin. He swears as you begin to descend. Your jaw protests some, but in the best possible way. You see his eyes widen in shock then narrow as he moans, your nose reaching his pelvis. Swallowing around him - the piercing is an odd sensation- you pull back as little as possible so you could still breathe. Once you find the proper depth, you pull off him and give him a look, spreading your legs more and placing your hands on the floor.

"(Y/N)?" He asks and you simply opens your mouth wide, tongue out.

"Fuck." He practically growls and he adjusts your jaw by the chin and then he slides in. Keeping your teeth covered is a little difficult with his girth, but you manage. You can focus on that while he does all the movement. He’s notices what you’re doing and makes sure not to go too deep but every so often so you can still breathe. Your gag reflex is pretty much gone at that point for several different reasons, but with his size (and the piercing) you let out a small gag every once and a while. Hoshi's hands dig into your hair as he uses your mouth, very quiet but high-pitched moans flowing out. Feeling him twitch, you know he’s close, and he almost pulls out. While part of him wants to see your face covered, he much prefers it when you grab the back of his thighs and bury him completely in your throat.

"Oh, fuck." He groans, throwing his head back as he cums. You moan at the feeling yourself and the vibration rolls his eyes back. When he’s done, you swallow to make sure everything goes down and he pulls out fully, still half-hard. Licking your lips sensually, he huffs and reaches down to lift you up under your arms. You yelp at the ease to which he does this, and he literally tosses you onto the bed. Grabbing the fastener of your breast band, he roughly pulls it open and off, the motion flipping you over onto your stomach. He’s manhandling you with such ease. Hoshi moves your braid out of the way and starts to lay seething kisses along your spine and over your shoulders. His hand comes under you and runs down your stomach till the tips of his fingers reach the waistband of your leggings. He pulls your waist up, his now fully hard cock wedged between the cleft of your ass. You’re definitely leaking through the fabric. Placing a final kiss on your shoulder, his hand hooks into your bottoms, and he tugs hard. You flip over once again and as Hoshi drags the last of your clothes off, he also tugs you to the foot of the bed. Before you can get your bearings, his hands grip your thighs - tight- and presses your legs open. You know you’ll have bruises there in the morning and his hot breath on your core makes your hips seize.

"W-wait-!" You gasp as his tongue licks a hot stripe up to your clit. You’ve never had this done before, just never really cared to. It’s something new for sure and it’s almost too much. The slight cold of the ball piercing his tongue makes you flinch. You can feel his lips curl into a smirk against you at this and catch him looking up at you. The sight is overwhelming, and he sucks hard on your clit, you head slamming back into the bed.

"You taste amazing." He groans against your skin. His hands move from your thighs, and he wraps his arms around your legs and buries in deeper. The holds he’s on you prevents almost all movement and your upper body squirms to compensate. Hoshi's tongue seems like it shouldn't be as long as it is, nor as strong. The piercing brushes right against your entrance and hits your clit over and over. He’s like a man starved, dehydrated, and he’s sucking your soul out.

"Ah!" You almost scream when he comes back to your clit and your orgasm hits you, hard. It’s stronger than you’ve ever experienced and lasts much longer. He groans against you, his continued tongue movements dragging it out. When it finally calms down, he pulls away as the overstimulation begins to sting. The man lets you catch your breath and when you’re able to open your eyes to look at him and he’s drenched.

"Oh my god!" You gasp and he just laughs, wiping his mouth and sucking everything else off his hand and fingers.

"You ever squirted before?" He asks and you shake your head, mortified.

"It’s okay, pretty girl, that was sexy." His smile is too cute for what he just did to you.

"You need a minute?" He asks and you rest back again with a nod. Delicately, instead of what he was doing before, he picks you up and shifts you higher up the bed. His lips come back to yours, gentle at first and growing heated again. There’s something about his kisses; they alone make your head swim. Is it him or his skill? The tongue piercing? Who knows? As he feels your body become less tense, his arms wrap around you and tilt your hips up so he can grind against you. You’re still somewhat sensitive so even just the slight friction is so good. Already knowing this from when he was straining your jaw, you know that his cock’s going to stretch you so good. The sting will be so worth it. It’s been a long time since anyone filled you up and no one ever has as much as you know Hoshi is going to.

"You ready, princess?" He finally lets your tongue go and you can’t form a thought to make words, so you nod. He smirks and the head pokes at your entrance. As he eases in, the sting is more intense than you though it would be, but so, so good. The stretch isn’t the only thing that takes your breath away. That gosh darn piercing perfectly hits your clit and rubs against your walls as eases in. At least he’s self-aware of his size because he goes slow, but knows he isn’t hurting you. Your hard exhales are tinged with a moan, nearly imperceptible. He’s big, you know part of it’s because you’re quite small, but his cock is impressive on its own.

"So tight." He grunts, grinding into you and your clit throbs.

"J-just give me a sec." You grip his shoulders, breathing through the delicious stretch. It feels incredible despite the slight pain. After you sit for a bit, he shifts some and then moves slowly, hiking your leg up over his elbow and he goes even deeper.

"Fuck!" You moan, your head tossed back, and you almost cum again right then.

"You okay?" He chuckles some, he can tell by how you clench that it feels good, not that it hurt. That fucking piercing brushes right against your sweet spot. Hoshi has already ruined you for any other man, and hasn’t even moved yet.

"Ready?" he asks, massaging your hip. You nod and the hand on your hip tightens its grip, and his arm hikes your leg up higher. He barely pulls out, maybe an inch, then his hips snap, and you cum.

"Ohgodohgodohgod." He grunts as you walls clench him tight and he’s growing smug at the pleasure he’s wreaking on you. In truth though, he’s trying really hard not to cum already himself. He knows he’ll have some time before he can again given he’s already came, but it has been a while. However, every other time he’s waited this long, he can go for many, many rounds. If he could, he’d keep you in his bed and in his hold for the rest of the day. He wants to make it so you can’t walk by the time he can bring you to the outpost. Honestly, he wants to make it so you never want to leave. When your orgasm dies down, he waits a bit longer, you lay limp in his arms.

"You're gonna have to do all the work now." You tell him with a tired giggle, likes he wasn’t already doing that. He smirks, notching your other leg up over his arm, then proceeds to fold your legs up to your chest. He presses your thighs down with his hands, forming more bruises and you prepare yourself. His next thrust is almost hard enough (it seems) to dislodge a kidney. It knocks the wind out of you and your sensitive skin burns. You’re in for a ride. His thrusts are not even as hard as they can be, you know. Hoshi only pulls his cock halfway out before he buries as deep as he can go. After every thrust, he grinds down into your clit, the metal ball inside rubbing your g-spot. Your moans are getting harder to contain, you almost want to scream. Drool pools out of the sides of your mouth; your entire body is on fire.

"Don't hold back, baby girl, let me hear you." He grunts out, his thrusts slowing but no less deep. Finally getting permission to be loud, you whine, and he unfolds you and leads you to wrap your legs around his waist. Up on his knees, he positions you to rest your lower back on his thighs and he rolls his hips to snap his cock into you over and over. The new position let that stupid piece of metal scrape perfectly against your walls, the head of his dick probably bruising your cervix. You’re ruined, no thoughts in your head. You’re letting out slurring moans of his name and pleas for…you aren’t even sure at this point. He’s fucked you stupid.

"(Y/N), pretty girl, where can I cum?" His thrusts have gotten more erratic, he isn’t able to hold back anymore.

"I-inside." You moan, able to form a complete thought.

"Yeah?"

"Please~!" You cry out and this sends him over the edge. Getting as deep as he can, he swallows your moan, sliding his tongue back in your mouth, painting your insides white. The hot sensation gives you another orgasm, not nearly as strong though, and it’s a relief. As the spurts of cum stop, he pulls away from your mouth and he chuckles at the fucked-out look you have.

"I'll let you rest, sweet, but then I'm going to fill you up again."

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NIGHTFALL

An Earth/Terra-42 Miles Morales x F!Reader fanfic.

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love]

TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

You were walking down the bustling roads, umbrella in hand as the raindrops cascaded heavily, it was nearly pitch black, if it weren't for the streetlights and the bright glow of the headlights of the vehicles zooming by.

Your gaze focused forward, your body is starting to betray you by the time, it was exhausting.

You heard peculiar noises emerging from an alleyway, you cautiously walked by, tightening the grip of your umbrella, and also inserting your hand in your pocket, having your pepper spray ready.

It was always like this at midnight. Horrible, utterly horrible.

You felt something touch you, and immediately pulled out your pepper spray, turning around to see a cracked-out old man, you quickly ran off, panting as the howling winds nearly blew off your umbrella, if it weren't for your firm grip. More strange men surrounded you, you held your pepper spray and umbrella tightly, backing away and not letting any of them get close. One of them tried to reach out and touch you, but you backed away and sprayed his face.

“Don't fucking touch me, you asshole!” You angrily yelled, it was enough for someone to hear.

They seemed to have gotten offended by you, and tried to close in the distance, but something...like a dark…violet glow, blended in with the haze of the rain, and with one swift action, two of the men were knocked out cold, until all of them were in the blink of an eye, you tried to descry who saved you...

“Are you alright, miss? Did they touch you?” The voice spoke out, it sounded a little cold and stoic, but you could definitely hear the hint of concern in it.

“No, they didn't...Thank you for saving me there...”  You sighed deeply in relief, though you were curious about this...person. The raindrops started falling lighter, so you could now see, the mist and haze cleared up. A boy about your age, his face concealed with a mask, so you couldn't see the truth of his identity, his brunette braids extending to about the length of his shoulders, he resonated with the night. You examined further, he wore a jacket, adorned with accessories, his shirt had a logo on it, and titanium-laced claws and gauntlets with tech that are probably out of this world.

He noticed you examining him, "Something caught your eye?" He crossed his arms, the pixelated eyes of his mask squinted with suspicion.

"No, nothing. Sorry." You muttered, a little embarrassed about staring at him.

You heard a tiny chuckle emerge from him, he then turned his head left and right. "There's a pathway here. Just follow this route and you'll get home safely." He pointed at a secure route you could walk home to. "Oh, thank you...I owe you a lot for this." You gave him a small smile, bowing your head respectfully before walking off to the route he pointed to. "Stay safe, pajarito." He uttered under his breath, speeding off in the dark. You thought he seemed affable.

♡♡♡

You got back home, finally plopping down your bed and sighing in relief. It felt nice to finally lay down and rest. You slipped your shoes off and crawled up to your pillows, taking the air conditioner remote and pressing the on button, wrapping yourself in your blankets and laying comfortably. Taking your phone and checking for any missed messages, scrolling through social media, listening to some soothing music before plugging it in and closing your eyes, trying to get yourself to fall asleep.

You couldn't stop thinking about that vigilante—his features, his gear, his badass costume…You thought maybe he was definitely your type.

You giggled, but then snapping your head back to reality, you'll probably only meet once, and never again. 

Or…That's what you thought.

PART 2 SOON HAWIHRAHRW HOPEFULLY I HAVE MOTIVATION

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Diving in the Waves Below

Author's Note: More of Catius in Living Waters AU. Thank you to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric. Thank you to @kit-williams for letting me borrow Arnault, Roland, Anegla and 'Becky'.

Disclaimer: Becky is the non-cannon name for the Reader Insert character bonded for Roland.

Summary: Catius meets Arnault and Roland

Warnings: None, please let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

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It had been a few weeks after he’d met Lenora and Erriox, as Roland and Arnault had been on a hunting trip that had taken them out of the area for a bit. They were due to arrive back soon, and after Ramiel, Cedric and the other’s helped them with butchering and taking care of the large catch- Catius was going to meet them.

He’s trying not to be nervous, as he knows that Black Templars especially, tend not to have a positive opinion on Ultramarines. Catius reminds himself that most Sons of Dorn, particularly Black Templars have a ‘purge the Witch’ mentality towards Psychers and the fact that Jophiel had only been mildly spooked by both Templars (The Champion) only lowly growling and didn't actually say or do anything Overtly hostile showed remarkable restraint for First Born Black Templars of their age.

He's prepared as best he can for The best, worst, and most likely outcomes. Catius double checks that the gifts that he's got are appropriate. Making sure to ask Cedric and Ramiel if Arnault, Roland, Becky and Angela had preferences either positive or negative for the potential gifts that he’d gathered for them. They had both reassured him that he’d picked good gifts that weren’t either too much, or could potentially be thought of as an insult or unintended threat.

He follows after Cedric and Ramiel- who’d decided that, like with the rest of the Primaris Squad, that they’d meet both of the Elder Black Templars as well as their Bonded Humans. Catius finds it interesting and curious that Astartes can Bond with humans, Harpies, and likely other native residents of this time period. It’s terribly curious and fascinating the diversity that had once thrived upon Ancient Terra.

Catius waits to surface- after Cedric and Ramiel do- both of them cheerfully calls out to the two human women and the two First Born Black Templars cheerfully. He can tell false from true cheer. Having learned- especially after poor Ramiel had been chosen by his mentor as his apprentice. He’d gotten very good at learning how to tell the truth from lies, and those things that are in between. At least for his brother-cousins, some of them at least- before… before he’d gotten lost in the Warp.

“Hello,” Catius calls out carefully to all four of the individuals that he’s meeting for the first time.

 He’d been warned that Arnault’s bonded- Angela would be more anxious of him, while Roland’s Bonded, Becky could be quite friendly- and quite bold at times. Jophiel’s flustered retelling of her squishing his cheeks had been amusing to hear as the Prmiaris Blood Angel told his tale of meeting the ‘best older first born black templar brothers ever’.

Ramiel and Cedric would protest that they hadn’t called Roland and Arnault that specifically, but Jophiel had flashed them a teasing grin and had to bolt from both of their Black Templars for teasing them a little too much for their awe-struck and a bit of hero worship that they held for the Emperor’s Champion Arnault, and Older Brother Roland.

He’d also been told how kind and generous, once she warmed up to you, Angela could be. The blankets and tasty food that both of them could provide were wonderful. He waits for Angela and Becky to approach him after his initial greeting.

Becky approaches him first- with Angela almost hiding behind her. The sharp assessing gazes of the First Born Black Templars boring holes into his skull. He rolls his shoulders a little and sinks into the water, hoping not to tower over them as much.

“Hello!” Becky says with a grin as she looks over Catius- she’d heard about him from Ramiel and Cedric. As well as the other ‘Scouts’ as Roland and Arnault called the boys.

“Hello ma’am,” Catius says with a polite nod.

“Your tail is really blue,” Becky says marveling at how vibrant a hue the other’s tail was, with little flecks of gold (but not the same kind of filigree- like pattern that Arnault has.

“Yes?” Catius replies, tilting his head a little confused. “Various Space Marine Chapters can have wildly different colorations depending on allegiance, gene-seed, speciality (or lack thereof) among other things.”

“Really?” Becky continues as she cocks her head, “What do you mean by ‘allegiance’?”

“... Whether they are Loyal or not.” Catius says, cautiously, watching out of the corner of his eyes the reaction of the first born, “Older Cousins Arnault and Roland would have a better time trying to explain more of that to you.”

And he wouldn’t get into trouble for telling them things that they didn’t know that Roland and Arnault had been keeping from them for whatever reasons they had for not telling them things. He’d heard of The Rules, and he didn’t want to overstep that- or whatever unspoken boundaries that the older Space Marines had decided to implement.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Angela says shyly.

Catius turns and looks at her, and (with a smile that he’s practiced- and been lightly teased for practicing) that is pleasant, but without showing Too Many Teeth and says, “Thank you, It’s nice to meet you as well Miss Angela.”

Catius is briefly distracted from the pleasantries when he notices a flash of movement out of his peripheral vision and turns to see that Roland had decided to approach him. “Hello Sir.”

“I have bread that my lovely Becky made,” Roland says as he pulls out a half eaten loaf of tangy-savoury smelling bread.

“Roland!” Becky scolds, putting her hands on her hips, “That whole loaf was supposed to be for Catius!”

Roland gives her an unrepentant grin, “But I love your bread my love!”

“I don’t mind sharing,” Catius says quietly, “I’ve had some - when Ramiel brought that whole spread of food for a little celebration, your baking is excellent Ma’am.”

“Oh, thank you for the compliment,” She replies flattered and giving him a warm smile.

While Catius listens to her speak he takes the bread that Roland had partially eating, he broke it in half, offering back to Roland the part of the bread that he’d taken several large chunks out of. Roland happily finishes off the part of the bread that he’d been given back. Catius enjoys the bread, it’s still slightly warm and tangy-sour. It really is very tasty and he can taste the care and effort that had gone into the bread.

Angela slowly starts to relax- as large as Catius is- as all of the boys really are, he seems sweet, like the rest of his brother-cousins. And yes- it’s kind of cute and silly that they call each other brother-cousins… perhaps that’s the closest translation they have into a human language? 

Arnault is watching this Ultramarine Primaris Scout, when Cedric had said that most Primaris were larger than most Primaris, he hadn’t been sure how much he’d believed young Cedric until now. Ultramarines aren’t the largest physical size of the legions usually, but Catius is large for a son of Guilliman, at least for a First Born.

The Scout had the good sense to let the women approach him first, the boy had that awkward-earnestness that the rest of the Scoutlings that Cedric had brought to have them meet. It’s almost like they hadn’t grown up around humanity before being taken as Aspirants or something. Hm. Another question to ask Ramiel and Cedric- once he gets ahold of those two to ask questions.

Especially after the adorably hilarious threats that their Raven Guard Brother-cousin had given to them. Even while they knew and that Scoutling knew that he’d likely not succeed at the endeavor- the fact that he’d risked their reprisal to snarl protectively over Cedric and Ramiel- had thought there was a need to was deeply concerning.

Roland found the Ultramarine Scout- while a bit stiff, he didn’t take it personally, Ultramarines could be pretty stiff at times. And- the hadn’t complained about having half the bread eaten- and had even given him some more of the bread, sharing it with him. He sees the way Arnault is reacting and sighs a little and jabs his brother in the stomach with an elbow.

“Relax,” Roland says, “Our ladies are happy- and Cedric und Ramiel are a cautious sort- and wouldn’t bring someone who couldn’t control themselves around them. Otherwise I’m going to tease you about scaring another baby.”

“At least this one isn’t a witch,” Arnault grumbles as he punches Roland back for jabbing him in the stomach.

“That is a bonus, even if he is an Ultramarine.” Roland replies, “He hasn’t once quoted the oh so precious Codex Astartes.”

“Yet,” Arnault says half playfully.

“Ja, ja,” Roland replies as he rolls his eyes.

They get distracted from their playful banter by seeing Becky asking Catius to bend down so that she can double check something. Catius does so and tilts his head from side to side, confused and curious as to why she’d asked him to do that. She then ruffles his hair and says, “You seem just as sweet as the rest of your pod-shoal.”

“Th-thanks?” Catius says with a flustered squeak.

That has all four of the Black Templars laughing at him, which as the Ultramarine’s blush deepen as he dives into the water to hide and sulk from them all. Becky calls out to him- with Angela as well- who’s tempting him out with more food. It works- because Scouts are always hungry. Catius thanks them for the food, even if he’s sulking at all of them a little bit.

[novanhistorian]

Miniature Encyclopedia

Since the thing I’ve been on-and-off teasing is taking a while (optimistic finish time is early November, and I’ve been at it since early August), I’ve decided to release a short set of definitions I wrote for an earlier work. It’s rather sparse and oddly-assorted without context, given that I wrote it to explain only the context necessary for the piece, but it should give its reader a flavor for the sort of thing the Imperium Novel is.

To quote my past self:

The absolute minimum context you need is that the characters are members of a species called novanity, novans were created by human scientists who then left the planet, and that planet is called Terranovo.

This is one of two things I’m releasing from the project, the other being its introduction and historical context (highly condensed and only covering up to 452, just before the First Imperial Civil War).

Stuff below the cut is about 1.8k words.

A Miniature Encyclopedia.

Cosmopole, the. The capital of the Central Administrative Region of the Imperium. In Sabro. Like the other administrative capitals (Ĉefurbo and Frukto de Paco), it was founded after the establishment of the Imperium and is quite proud of it. Even Ĉefurbo, founded just before the Cosmopole and with the same intention, grew up around human ruins; but the Cosmopole is truly and purely novan. It prides itself, even more than the rest of its cultural region does, on its modernity and efficiency.

English language. English, as you likely know, began as a human language. The rather large population of speakers who came to Terra Nova with the New Eden Project divided it into three rough phases, which they called Old English, Middle English, and Modern English. Modern English went extinct before terraforming finished, and by the time of this encounter it has been renamed Classical or Literary English (depending on which part of the country one is in). The most recent variety of the language to be spoken was Scribal English, which was used for some godforsaken reason to keep records during the War Era. After the founding of the Imperium a “scholarly” pronunciation was formulated, which sounds somewhat like General American English with the addition of trilled Rs, French-adjacent vowels, and occasionally incorrect emphasis.

Esperanto. The common language of the New Eden Project and then of the Imperium, Esperanto was taught to the earliest novans and continues to be the most common first language at the time of this encounter.

Hamlet. A famous play by human William Shakespeare, written in Early Classical English.

Headland, the. The geographical feature Heleno is on.

Heleno. In the Western Administrative District, and more importantly one of the founding states. It is in the far northwest and sits right in the confluence of the Headland and Neĝana (snow-dwelling) cultures. In the 400s it still advertises of its well-preserved human structures, including the first courthouse ever erected on the planet. Due to its location on the fringes, its almost frightening religious tendencies, and its founding-member status in the alliance that eventually became the Imperium, most of the frenzy of the War Era passed it by. (Unfortunately, that will not be the case in the first or second civil wars, when it has relaxed from being a terrifying quasi-theocracy.) Its human-era cities bore greater Lunar influence, and for almost a century properly-pronounced Russian could still be heard in its streets.

Humanity. The presumed-extinct species that created the novans. Presumably, the whole of my readership will be composed of humans. Post-human culture, after the initial trauma of the Departure, mainly associates them with the early post-arrival period. Humans are seen as a species of genius scientists, hence my self-insert’s assertion that their ideas would be taken more seriously were they a human. 

Latin. “Latin” usually refers to one of two things: Ecclesiastical Latin and Novan Vulgar Latin, the latter of which is the result of a revival of Classical Latin with early novans. It is one of the more prestigious second languages one can have in the Imperium and is the primary language Teodosio Darwin’s Theatrum Orbis Secundi does productions in.

New Eden Project, the. See the History.

Novanity. Novans are the product of an attempt at creating cat-people via extensively modifying the human genome. As a result, they share many of our features, including an ear canal positioned specifically to disallow properly catlike ears. They come out looking more like bats or jackals, depending on whom one asks. They were designed a few decades after human arrival in the new solar system and with two centuries or more still to go before Terra Nova, as it was called then, would be terraformed and habitable. This was done first for a purpose that does not merit discussion here, and then with the unspoken intent to create a servant species to do the labor inherent in terraforming a planet. [Edit: This got retconned! Consider the Encyclopedia to be written from a novan perspective, with the occasional bit of “common knowledge” thrown in as a result.] I shall not get too far into the development of novans here, as this is not an ethics piece, but more information will be made available upon request. The absolutely necessary portion to know is that neither intent came to fruition because of public outcry, and for about three and a half centuries it was common to create a novan (based on the detailed instructions left by the original designers) as the capstone project of a doctorate of genetic engineering. Each lineage or gento of novans (with novans off the same genetic “pattern” being considered siblings and given the same surname) thus created was given the surname of a scientist or inventor that their creator admired, at first adapted to Esperanto pronunciation and later not so much. The Darwins are part of that first category and the Telkeses the latter.

Please see the History for more on why there are only novans left on Terranovo at the time of this encounter.

Paimon. According to The Lesser Key of Solomon: Goetia, published by L. W. De Laurence in about 1916 and reportedly having something to do with Aleister Crowley, Paimon is “a Great King [of Hell], and very obedient unto LUCIFER. He appeareth in the form of a Man sitting upon a Dromedary [Camel] with a Crown most glorious upon his head. There goeth before him also an Host of Spirits, like Men with Trumpets and well sounding Cymbals, and all other sorts of Musical Instruments. he hath a great Voice, and roareth at his first coming, and his speech is such that the Magician cannot well understand unless he can compel him. This Spirit can teach all Arts and Sciences, and other secret things. He can discover unto thee what the Earth is, and what holdeth it up in the Waters; and what Mind is, and where it is; or any other thing thou mayest desire to know. He giveth Dignity, and confirmeth the same. He bindeth or maketh any man subject unto the Magician if he so desire it. He giveth good Familiars, and as such can teach all Arts. He is to be observed towards the West. He is of the Order of Dominations. He hath under him 200 Legions of Spirits, and part of them are of the Order of Angels, and the other part of Potentates. Now if thou callest this Spirit Paimon alone, thou must make him some offering; and there will attend him two Kings called LABAL and ABALI, and also other Spirits who be of the Order of Potentates in his Host, and 25 Legions. And those Spirits which be subject unto them are not always with them unless the Magician do compel them.”

This is approximately the same information Mr. Henryk T. I. Telkes would have had when he gave himself his pseudonym, though perhaps more pretentious in presentation.

Parrus’ or la parolata rusa lingvo, literally “the Spoken Russian.” A mangled descendant of our world’s Russian, generally stereotyped as lower-class and discriminated against. It has no commonly-accepted standards of spelling other than phonetic representation, and all “Russian” literature, of which there is a common canon, is written in Literary Russian (the version spoken from the late nineteenth century until roughly a hundred years after Advent, which is to say after the arrival of humans on Terranovo; it generally follows all human spelling reforms and is written in Cyrillic, which speakers of Parrus’ by and large cannot read).

Saber, the. A geographical feature that, to a viewer willing to put in a little imagination, looks rather like a sword. Due to its position near the equator, the Saber boasts a large percentage of the Imperium’s off-planet commerce, and immigrants from the company-states of the asteroid belt make up about 15% of its population.

Sabro. A state in the dead (vertical) center of the Central Administrative Region of the Imperium. It is on the Saber, naturally. In Esperanto it is only distinguished from the geographical formation by the lack of the definite article.

Terranovo, Terra Nova, etc. The planet that this story takes place on. It is in another solar system.

Titles. Imperial society has a relatively complicated system of titles. I should note that these stack, so someone could be Mister Retired General Senator Professor Zanabazar, though of course few people acquire that many. (For a more relevant example, Mister Senator Telkes has this happen.) Greeting someone with a title rather than the equivalent of “hey you!” connotes respect, so I have “translated” it as calling someone “sir” or “ma’am.”

S-ro. is short for sinjoro, which is the title normal people have (like “Mr.”, “Miss”, “Mx.”, and so on in English). It does not have an inherent gender, but there are gendered variations.

S-ĉo. (sinjoriĉo) is masculine.

S-no. (sinjorino) is feminine.

S-so. (sinjoriso) is sendua (for the novan third gender). (Novan society has a gender trinary where we have a binary, and a rather looser definition of what it means to “be” a gender. They still, of course, have people who fall outside all of it.)

Among most city residents, the gendered versions are only used at the especial request of the person themself. The more traditionalist sectors of society—the upper classes and some rural communities—still use them routinely. Mr. Sen. Telkes does not, since many of his friends are from the normal upper classes and not from the riĉulo culture and he has adopted that from them.

Mr. (rarely M-ro.) is a prestige title given to academics, diplomats, and high-ranking politicians and is also generally used for members of the riĉulo social class. It does not decline by gender and has no masculine connotations, despite its English origin.

It was the title used for English-speaking clerks in the War Era (about five hundred years before this story). A disproportionate number of the states that came together to form the Novan Imperium used English as their record-keeping language, even though it was long dead by that point, so “Mr.” gained a connotation of prestige. When English record-keeping was abolished in the vast sweep of reforms after the Wars of Tidying Up (immediately after the War Era, until about 40–50 years into the new government), “Mr.” jumped to being a title used for scholars in general, and from there to being used for all respected civilians.

By the period of our story, it is the default used for the riĉuloj, and some academics have in response refused to be called by it.

S-do. is short for sinjorido, “child of someone entitled to a variant of S-ro,” and is used for children (up until college age). It does not vary by gender.

M-do. is the “patrician” counterpart of S-do. It is only used by members of the riĉulo class and does not decline by gender.

Riĉuloj. The riĉuloj are a social group, most commonly defined as a subset of the upper and upper middle classes set off by a specific and distinctive culture. They are, generally speaking, atheist, conservative, lavish, and traditionalist. The lower classes see them as out-of-touch, and that is not incorrect. Riĉuloj are in a societal position like that of the Roman patricians, except that their ancestors made their fortunes off of companies rather than being appointed to the first Roman senate by a man who was raised by wolves.

[nostalgiqueajamais]

Young Justice Season 1 Thoughts. + some spoilers for those who haven't seen it.

E 1-6: Robin in this series is more tolerable than Robin from Teen Titans. He's obsessed with being the leader as always but he actually accepts that Aqualad is more suited to be their team leader. That was a surprising twist. I thought there would be an endless power struggle. Aqualad was obviously going to be the eventual leader because he's always the one that keeps calm while everyone acts juvenile, and he focuses on the mission. And he officially took the role, or 'burden,' when he took command and told the team what steps to take in E4 Drop Zone. But I absolutely love that Robin gleefully points out that since he's the leader, it would also be his responsibility to report the outcome to Justice League. That was so in-character for Robin. He accepts it but he has to rub it in a bit. M'gaan is like Starfire from the Teen Titans series; very sweet and charming and bubbly, a little boy-crazy, and green, but with Raven's powers and wardrobe. Artemis grew on me but I didn't like her vibes initially and idk why. Maybe because she was keeping a secret and was hella sus. I wondered if she would be like Terra. Kid Flash is what you expect him to be. He's the jokester of the group who rises to the occasion when needed. He's like the Beast Boy of the group. Superboy is like the Incredible Hulk of the series but he looks like Kevin from Ben 10 and M'gaan kinda looks like Gwen.

During these first episodes, new characters are introduced and the team is kinda finding themselves a bit. It's relatively kid-friendly and lighter than the later episodes. It's like the first two films of the Harry Potter franchise. One thing I love is seeing supervillains and characters I know from the Teen Titans like Lex Luthor, the Brain and the Gorilla, aside from Robin himself.

E7 Denial: I love episodes with magic and tarot. This 106-year-old man enters a tarot reading shop and obviously, the tarot reader is a fraud. But the man gets kidnapped by Alexandro from a 90's love novel cover and tortured. That's right, tortured while a kid with devil horns watches and claps. This was dark. So, the kid is God of Chaos, and an absolute menace, and he's trying to steal the gold helmet which anchors the God of Order. I could go on and on about how goooood the fight sequences are for each episode...and I'm going to. But this one left me speechless. I have no words for how good this was. It has Charmed vibes, with some Gods included as well. This is one episode I won't spoil because my emotions are overwhelming my ability to articulate.

E8 Downtime: The Queen is *insert fire emoji* She is the coolest. She (I don't know what this is called but I'm assuming) astral-projects a giant Octopus, a Stingray and Electric Eels. I mean, I want to be her. The fight sequences were epic. Unbelievable. The Princess was cool too. I knew instantly when Garth said, "you have to tell him," that he meant they were dating. Otherwise, Aqualad wouldn't have a reason to stay on land. TBH, I suspected the King's bro to be behind the intrusion. But I love this episode. Mostly for the fight scenes and also because it reinforces Aqualad's character and why he's fit to be a leader. He walks away. He wishes them well and walks away. Show me any character that's fit to be a leader who doesn't accept losing a loved one to another love interest and remains classy. He has Captain America vibes.

E9 Bereft: The team has lost their memories and are scattered across the desert. They cut from one character to the next showing how each member deals with the circumstances. M'gaan is the first one shown, she wakes up and doesn't remember how she got on Earth to begin with. Young Robin seems to adapt very quickly, probably from years of working with Batman. I love that they showed that. M'gaan finds Superboy, and he has reverted back to his beast form. Megan is the first one to get hers back by tapping into them Confucius style. The young arrow girl Artemis is awaken by Speedy a.k.a Kid Flash. They also have fantastic chemistry. She stops to shoot arrows at the tanks and he carries her away from the danger. It was so sweet. Later the four meet and Megan gives them back their memories. It's so funny that as soon as they regain their memories, Artemis and Kid Flash hate each other again. At this point, they realize that Aqualad is missing. They look for him, find him, and he's dehydrated obviously. Even before they found him, I was yelling that at the screen. They discuss flying him back to the ship and Megan is like, "No! Superboy (the nearly indestructible clone of Superman) needs me." and flies away. She was like he's hot and that's more important, and leaves the teams to drag Aqualad's body on a carney to the ship. Megan has a face off or mind off with the big brained dude...and wins. They bring the giant sphere tech that they rescued back with them. And the big brained dude is working for the "light." For supposed evil beings puppeteering a bunch of supervillains to do their dirty work for them, they were pretty mellow learning that big brain screwed up and lost the sphere. The series is hardly for kids. They show a 106-year-old man being tortured, lots of kissing with those wet smooching sounds, and yet, the supposed bad guys were like, "it's ok. Don't worry. You screwed up but we prepared more." They were like parents trying to comfort their kid.

E10 Targets: Why is Cheshire low-key sexy/hot? I'm here for it - expect for her hair when she puts on the mask. It creates a signature look for sure, but I hate it. It looks like she has the Scar-looking Lion mane from Hercules on her head. BTW, I'm sensing A LOT of chemistry between her and Red Arrow. I feel so toxic for shipping them but I do. Red Arrow is like Robin from Teen Titans: so hung up on being independent but he's a little more likeable, especially in this episode. I'm really excited to see Superboy and M'gaan in high school. As intriguing as the plotline is, I'm most interested in seeing how the Young Justice does in high school. I want to see more of it.

E11 Terrors: They finally kiss! Omg. It was hot! But also so funny because they were both disguised as brother and sister. I kind of like the Ice Kid. He's kinda pitiful. He seems like someone who would be nice if he were brought up in a different family. Unlike his sister, he didn't seem rotten to the core. He's still a criminal.

E12-13: I low-key hated episode 12 because of how lonely Artemis seemed. But the scene where she rescues the team; the slow-mo back flip and shooting of the arrow, ugh, soooo good. It's the one thing I remember from this episode. This is the first time I've seen the male Captain Marvel. He is bulky! and friendly. And at the end of episode 13, I find out why; It's a literal kid! That was so amusing. During this episode, they find out that Aqua kept a secret from them, to keep them from falling apart but, and I saw this coming, the fact that he kept this from them is what made them all run off in different directions. Every plotline needs that defining moment; first the team is trying to find their rhythm, there's conflict, they reach an understanding, it's harmonious for a while, but there needs to be moment that cements the leader's role and everyone else's in the team. And this episode seems to be that. The conflict that tests the team's faith and respect for Aqua as captain as well as his capability to lead. And now, things are gonna get serious!

E14: Shit is going down. Beloved supervillains like the Joker and Poison Ivy finally make their appearances. The team is headed to Gotham City in the Bio-ship but Lucius Malfoy brain-waves it down into the river.

[to be continued]

[Update]

E15 Humanity: They kidnapped Zatara's daughter Zatanna who is really pretty. And I feel like she has chemistry or grabbed the attention of Aqualad and Robin. They fight and Red Tornado tells them to play dead. And the red robot guy is like, "I have his memories and incredible strength, can't beat me," and Zatanna pulls on over on him because Red Tornado doesn't have her moves on file. And she shuts the robot's eyes and flirts with Robin. I'm like, "Focus people focus!" They're fighting a villain whose strength surpasses their own and they're flirting.

This scene is so sad. Those epic moments in Avengers that make me want to burst with tears, this was one of them but for DC. Them slowly melting away, sacrificing themselves to pull Torpedo down, plus the music. And to top it all of, Torpedo says "father would be so disappointed." Ugh. Tug on my heartstrings why don't you.

Ironically, while they look down on humanity, their flawed logic, Torpedo's complex need to kill is father and yet somehow still carry out his wishes in death, and how quickly they changed their minds makes this one of the most human moments of the series. And now, I understand why it's named "humanity."

Aside from that, I am shipping Robin and Katanna.

They really nailed the wholesome vibe of Captain Marvel in this and the fact that it's a child underneath the bulky, mature exterior makes me chuckle, every time, every appearance.

E16-17: I knew it. M'gaan is dangerous af. I get they're passionate, hormonal teenagers in a way but Superboy and M'gaan are annoying me in Failsafe. Sphere is so cool. I'm glad she got to stay on earth. Imagine showing how cool she is and then taking it away.

E18: What in the supernatural? Is that a ghost? An actual ghost? I love this plotline. It was a nice episode for Halloween. A different vibe from the previous episodes. It had that eerie charmed, witchcraft vibe to it. I like that. It was refreshing and nice break after the gravity in the previous episode(s). Oh, and Justice for Shazaam! Poor kid wanted to join the party and they were like, "oh, you're partying on your own?" I wish he could have gone. So sad.

E19 Misplaced: The adults have vanished. I love that Robin advised Zatanna to "stay whelmed." I love that and I'm gonna use it semi-regularly from now on. There's a child crying the car and Superboy rescues him and then the baby is wearing a onesie with a Superman logo on it. He touches the Superman logo on Superboy t-shirt. It was a sweet little moment that deserved an "awwww."

Side note: This has more to do Netflix than Young Justice I presume but, when they showed the Young Justice League streaming in Foreign (to the US) countries such as France and China in their native languagesm the subtitles read [incantation]. They said "protègez-les" ("Protect them") and the subtitle says "Incantation." So funny.

This series is so well-made so far, it's really like the Harry Potter franchise, and the avengers franchise. It has a nice balance between action and thrill and wholesome sweet moments, between humor and heaviness. I'm watching Supernatural simultaneously and so far, I'm on season 5 and it has gotten sooooo unbelievably heavy that I'm not sure how or if I can finish all the way through to season 15! It feels like the final season already. Oof. Anyways, back to Young Justice.

E20 Coldhearted: Speedy is a Sagittarius it seems. I think not sure. It's is birthday and everything is going so well for him so I thought that he's in a coma induced dream. The team "surprised" him after he kept hinting at it, (sounds exactly like my Sagittarius friend) and made two cakes. When he asked what they would eat, M'gaan very calmly said that they would split the cupcake. That is so cute! Artemis is very jelly of M'gaan. It's fair. She's dating Superboy whom Artemis was into when they first met, and she also has the attention of Speedy. I love how focused Robin is on Katanna. Love a loyal man boy ew person. I'm not sure how to rave about this episode besides reciting the entire plotline. Kudos to KF for thinking of saving the girl despite his short attention span, which makes sense now seeing that he's a Sagittarius. And Lucius Malfoy has had his diplomatic immunity revoked and has been sent away to Belle Reve prison. The ending of the episode suggests that the ice family is gonna break free and reek ice cold havoc soon. I'm intrigued.

E21 Image: Batman shows Canary a video of Conner aka Superboy fighting her and then kissing. Canary's look-a-like hubby is mad until the Canary in the video shapeshifts and is revealed to be M'gaan. Understandably Canary is mad and talks to M about this. The latter is guilty. This is like those deepfakes.

The president of Qurac was once against Queen B and her harsh regime but is now, siding with her and has agreed to let her rule both nations as one. Considering the general theme of the episode, one can only assume that the President of Qurac is actually a shapeshifter while the real one is held hostage somewhere. If it weren't for the theme, he's probably brainwashed.

Aqualad is helping Aquaman so now Robin is logically the interim team captain and he's upset since everything that went down in Failsafe. Meanwhile, upon hearing the news KF goes to high five Robin. I love that in the beginning of the series, they were both fighting for the Captain space and now KF is so supportive of Robin and his former ambition while Robin is obviously still healing from the simulation in Failsafe.

Love this friendship.

[healthandmedicalblog]

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[megaman-fluffcanons]

I'm eating up all these terra asks lately I love them all sm eeeee :3 the green boyo needs more love

I'd like to ask for maybe something for Terra trying to comfort or calm down his S/O after they had a nightmare? Or maybe just him comforting them in general :> Thank you so much, love yur HC's ^^

me too, anon, I am just loving how much attention Terra is getting :3

*You had woken up after a nightmare, with tears rolling down your face. You didn’t even realize that you had woken up Terra, who had been beside you the whole time

*”Y/n, what’s wrong..?” You flinched a bit as you heard Terra’s voice before he pulled you into a hug, holding you close to him

*You don’t say anything but hug him back tightly, taking a few moments to calm down

*Terra is also quiet, gently rubbing your back. He wants to make sure you’re okay and calmed down before he asks about what happened

*Once you’re ready to talk, Terra will listen to you tell him about your nightmare. That is, if you want to tell him about it. If not, he’ll understand, nightmares aren’t fun and he gets them too.

[hex-wittebane]

Request Guidelines and Status

[Requests: Closed]

**Please note that this list can and will be updated as time goes on. There are things I didn't think of to add and they will be added if you come up with them. And if you have any questions PLEASE ASK ME.

Request Guidelines, Below The Cut:

Please Provide The Following:

WHO? Character, Reader (with preferred Gender and Pronouns), my OCs. RELATIONSHIP? Familial, other Platonic, Romantic. PLOT. What do you want to see happen during this piece? Does it take place during an episode? Prompt? Additional Information. Do you want some angst or fluff sprinkled in alongside the PLOT? If there is no provided PLOT, do you want angst or fluff? Use this space to also let me know any additional information I should touch on that you want included in the story.

What I Will Write:

ANGST FLUFF RELATIONSHIPS: As I mentioned above, I will write Familial, Platonic, and Romantic relationships. READERS INSERTS: Please include Gender and Pronouns. I do tend to default to Female because I am Female and that is what I default to. OC INSERTS: If you like one of my OCs enough to want to see more of them, by all means, ask for it. I do not write for anyone else's OCs at this time (this is largely due to the fact that I know my own OCs, not yours and for some reason in the past people didn't understand that they needed to tell me about their OC... so only my own). Additional things. Disabilities, Insecurities, Episodes, Crack Fics, Owl Pellets!

What I Will NOT Write:

SELF-HARM: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. EATING DISORDERS: You can ask for this as part of a backstory, but not ongoing. INCEST SMUT/LEMONS/LIMES & SIMILAR: Just because I'm an adult, who may or may not have first-hand experience, does not mean I know how to write about it. Also, I straight up don't find the appeal in writing or engaging IRL. Personal thing. ABUSE: We can discuss this because of the implications and nature of TOH and Hunter's story. You have wiggle room in this fandom. It is very dependent on what you want, this is literally only here because I cannot write to save my life, otherwise it wouldn't be here, NGL. POLY-SHIPS: No hate, just because I am an adult, does not mean I have first-hand experience or even know someone in this type of relationship. Personal thing, again. CHARACTERS: There is a list of CHARACTERs that I will not do; this is subject to change, and I know for a fact I am missing exclusions:

Adrian Grey

Barcus

Boscha

Bria

Eberwolf

(I'm begging you, none of the school staff; the only exception I'll make is if you want Principal Bump but flashback era, because mood)

Terra Snapdragon

If any of you monsterfuckers ask for Philip Wittebane romance I'll delete my blog /j (I'm begging you to ask for HUMAN Philip though, that's fine. We are not kissing the goo. There is no romance with the slime. No bed sharing with the sludge.)

OTHER THINGS: At this time the only other thing I will typically turn down is Character/Character, I typically do these in the sense of CHARACTER A is the child of B and C. If I'm feeling some type of way, I might indulge you heathens in a character/character, but this is unlikely.

**GIF not mine**

[darkveracity]

I was actually talking to a friend about this a few days ago! There's a kind of uneasy tension underlying her nature as a woman who is the protagonist of a quest on 4chan with a mostly male readerbase, right? To a certain extent this makes her function as a kind of self-insert avatar for the readerbase - a woman who's extremely cool (in a masculine kind of way), who's constantly having trouble with other women and breaking their hearts (again in a cool masculine kind of way), etc etc - someone who can serve as a vessel for the readers' desire to be a girl who embodies all of their ideas of cool. I think this dynamic results in giving her a lot of underlying transfeminine coding that just kind of falls out of the narrative without anyone putting it there on purpose

This cashes out in a lot of weird gender stuff around her characterization. She's starting from an archetype of self-destruction steeped in masculine-coded vices - alcoholism, chain-smoking, a painkiller addiction, etc etc (you can trace this archetype as a kind of lesbian back to Saint-Juste Oniisama E but it's easy to do in a trans-inflected way - see Luna-Terra HWBM). On top of that she has her weird masculine sense of bravado, her total indifference to her own appearance (regarding her body as just a machine for violence), and also that conversation where she tells Midori that if they have kids Midori will need to be the one who gets pregnant. She's constantly romancing women by accident and regards this as a natural state of affairs with no tension about being attracted to girls whatsoever but she's terrified to respond to their affections and for a very long time can only let herself be chased. Also she has a literal dead-name that she spends most of the story trying to escape. It's easy to take all of this weird gender coding and do a reading of her as a certain kind of dead-eyed trans woman too numb to her own suffering to do anything other than continue to wallow.

Anyway to answer your second question no she doesn't remember what trans is and everyone she meets assumes she already knows so no one has told her

do you think chiaki mgnq was transgender? follow up question, do you think she remembers what transgender means?

[strawwritesfic]

Terra x Female!Keyblade Student!Reader: Sprain

Summary: Your first kiss isn’t as magical as you were led to believe either.

Rating/Tags: All (Not Canon Compliant; Pre-Birth by Sleep; heavy exposition; mutual crushing; keyblade training; Master Eraqus & Reader; Aqua & Ven & Terra & Reader)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire​

Sprain

Keyblade Knighthood sounded pretty magical to little kids on distant worlds, visited suddenly by men in white to tell these children that they were destined for greater things. Your head continued to spin with dreams and ideas even after your parents had you packed up and shipped off to the Land of Departure. And magic, as it turned out, was a part of Keyblade Knighthood...but so were sweat and tears and a lot of lectures about the nature of light and dark.

At the age of sixteen, all of those things seemed commonplace. Your visions of traversing galaxies and saving the day no longer plagued you–at least not as often or as badly as your many nights of cramming for surprise tests on spells. Being a knight was about as tedious as any other occupation might have been back on your home world, with the one exception of a certain someone you wouldn’t have met if you had stayed there.

“Oi, [Name]! What’re you doing?” called a masculine voice from behind you.

You turned quickly away from the courtyard fountain to glare at the owner of the voice. How had Terra even found you here? Ignoring the fact that the Land of Departure was the size of a flea, you meant.

“I’m taking a break,” you answered as he approached. 

The look on his face did not bode well for said break, you could tell that already. It had not been all that long ago that you’d finally managed to escape Terra and now here he was all over again. Sure enough, his smile only grew when he got to the space in front of you to grab your hand.

“You can’t take a break yet,” he said. “We’re not finished.”

A groan escaped you before you could stop it. Since the cat of your lack of enthusiasm was out of the bag (if it had ever been in the bag to begin with), you tugged your hand free of Terra’s to sink onto the fountain’s rim. You pressed your face into your palms, then said in a muffled voice, “I’m done, Terra.”

As usual, he was prompt with his rebuttal: “Come on. Don’t be like that.”

With a snort, you forced your head up to look at him. The battle was lost the second your eyes met his, but it would be better for everyone involved if Terra didn’t find that out. His ego was huge enough as it was. 

“Don’t be like what?” you sighed. 

This was one of your many mistakes. Maybe if you hadn't asked, you would have been permitted to spend the rest of the day alone. Terra grinned before plopping down next to you, careful to shove you over as he did so. Needless to say, this did not improve your mood. Neither did his answer:

“Like you always are.” He must have been able to feel your annoyance because he bumped his shoulder against yours as he went on, “Aqua, Ven, and Master Eraqus won’t be home for another few hours. Don’t you want to have something to show for our time when they get back?”

“Honestly? I’d rather sleep while Master Eraqus isn’t around to wake me up with reminders about how the Darkness is lazy. Don’t you ever get tired?” 

After all, he’d woken you up at the crack of dawn not for breakfast, not to watch the sunrise, but to declare that you would be spending all day together…training. Not exactly the most romantic day alone with Terra you could imagine.

“How can I? Our Mark of Mastery exam is coming up! Just two more weeks. I don’t understand how you can sleep at all,” he said.

Unfortunately, the due date was accurate. Finally you were close enough to visiting home that you could practically taste it–if you could pass your test, that was. 

“I’m trying not to think about it,” you said tersely. 

This only caused Terra to turn the force of his encouragement up another dozen notches. He was on his feet again quicker than you could blink, and smiling like the sun once more.

“Nothing for you to be worried about. Not if you help with me sparring this afternoon, anyway. What if I fail because I didn’t get enough practice? Do you really want that on your conscience?” he asked.

Another dramatic groan was your reply, but you also stuck both your arms out in front of you. “Fine, but only until the others come home for dinner. I’m not staying up until midnight stabbing at you with a stick again.”

“Deal.”

Terra grabbed your hands with no further prompting, and soon you were flying after him, laughing as you raced back toward the training field and away from the cobblestone fountain where you had gone to avoid him in the first place. After a morning of mock fighting, you were already scraped up, singed, and in dire need of a cure spell. If there was one person in the multiverse that you would willing go another round with in this condition, it was Terra. No one else could get you to enjoy all the dodging and ducking and lunging. Only him.

“Don’t go easy on me,” he reminded you as you both took up your positions for what felt like the hundredth time that day alone.

“I never do,” you said, picking up your lovingly-crafted wooden keyblade, then swinging at him without warning. The sparring session started up just where the last one ended.

Aqua, Terra, and Ventus were your three closest friends. They had to be; there were no other children in the Land of Departure, and you had left those of your childhood on your home world years ago. Between you and Terra, though, things were different. You didn’t quite understand how. All you did know was that you didn’t hold hands, sit close, or fall asleep on the floor together after a long night of studying with Aqua or Ven–and you were pretty sure Terra didn’t either. Whatever you had with him, it wasn’t easily defined, perhaps because you had a sneaking suspicion Master Eraqus wouldn’t be happy if you tried to find that definition.

But that was what you were working toward, wasn’t it? Just a few more days, and you could leave, see your parents again, travel the world with Terra at your side, and never hear another lecture on emotions from your master. If that was your reward, then a handful of hours more of Terra and you beating each other black and blue didn’t seem so bad.

“Ah!”

You froze as Terra dropped to the grassy ground, clutching at his own wrist.

“Terra!” Your practice blade was tossed aside with little ceremony as you crouched next to your partner. He shot you a thin smile, which only served to make you frown before gently helping him to his feet. “You okay?”

“Fine.” He laughed at look on your face. “Really, [Name]. I think you sprained my wrist.”

When he lifted his arm, you saw that Terra’s wrist was indeed swollen and red. Maybe the right reaction would have been to fuss over his injury. Instead, you let go with a scowl. 

“Me? You sprained your wrist, you big baby. I didn’t ask to have another go.”

“Baby!” Terra repeated indignantly.

You stuck your nose in the air and turned your back on him. “I thought you’d been seriously hurt. How do you expect to earn your Mark of Mastery if you fall over crying because you hurt your wrist?”

The thing was, you knew Terra was teasing you. Much to Master Eraqus’s chagrin, you had never grown into the ideal, serene keyblade wielder that Aqua had. No one knew that better than Terra. He loved to get a rise out of you, especially when your instructor wasn’t around to correct either of your behaviors. You really had been worried about hurting him, though, so when he sighed and put his uninjured hand on your shoulder, you still weren’t in any hurry to forgive him.

“Okay, okay. It did hurt,” he said. “But look. All I need is you to cure me, and I’ll be good as new.”

This you pretended to consider and reject in due course. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” you said again, twisting around to face him. 

He looked just as shocked as you had expected him to, which was something of a thrill. As tempting as it was to crack a smile, however, you decided to continue teasing him for just a little while longer.

“But how can I train with a sprained wrist?” he protested.

“Heal it yourself.”

“I can’t even hold my keyblade!”

“Good. Maybe I can get a break from fighting you for a few days.”

“[Name]!”

Finally, a smile broke out wide across your face. Now Terra simply looked bewildered as he watched you double over with laughter. 

“I’m kidding, Ter!” This confession appeared to do little to impress him. Still grinning, you held out one hand. “Give me your arm.”

“I don’t think I want to anymore.”

“Terra.”

“Fine.” 

Sure, he frowned when he gently plopped his arm back into your grip, but you could tell he was just playing, too. His playing had never brought him quite so close to you before, though–at least, not his face. Summoning your keyblade forgotten, you stared up at him into those familiar blue eyes. Terra cocked his head slightly to the side, obviously confused by your lack of action. You opened your mouth to say something, but you were thinking too hard to actually speak.

Without actively making the decision, you made the decision. It must have been pure instinct driving you to jump forward to get your lips against his, since you certainly didn’t have anyone else around to teach you the finer points of kissing. You figured it couldn’t be too difficult a skill to master–no more difficult than Aero, surely–when you felt Terra’s soft lips meet yours. 

Unfortunately, you misjudged how much power to put behind your leap. The next thing you felt was a sharp pain on your mouth.

“Augh!”

It was not just Terra that collapsed to the ground this time. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you clutched at your bleeding lips…and heard, from somewhere behind you, the distinct sound of Terra’s laughter. You whirled around to see him laughing. Laughing! At your first kiss! He only laughed harder at your expression of horror.

“I think–I think you sprained my lips!” he managed to choke out between guffaws.

Sure enough, your life was so un-magical that even your first kiss had to turn out to be a dud. Hadn’t Master Eraqus seen to that the first day he met you? 

And your master didn’t stop his attempts at life ruining there. Upon arriving home and finding you and Terra in such a condition, he set Aqua and Ven to healing up Terra while you accompanied your teacher to an empty room for a long talk on “the birds and the bees.” If Terra thought he’d be getting another try at kissing you after he managed to dodge that bullet, well…he had another thing coming, and that thing would not be a second kiss.

[fangurldayandnight]

Can you imagine:

A trainee keyblade wielder is upset because they feel like they failed master Aqua and are just sulking off on their own. They’re just super stressed and feel like a failure. Terra finds them and tries to talk to them but they insist they’re a screw up. Terra is just like

“Believe me. Whatever you did is not nearly as bad as I have done. And look at me now!”

Anyway we stand cool uncle terra in the future of kingdom hearts