#they make it out alive and instantly start yelling at each other when they get out

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the last six years - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x reader Only one person has remained by Brennan’s side for the last six years, through the good and the bad. [requested] wc: 3.9k 🏷: SPOILERS FOR FOURTH WING AND IRON FLAME. fatal injury, blood, and multiple character deaths. basically every bad thing that has ever happened to Brennan will be in this series. I took some major creative liberties with this one and made a bunch of stuff up regarding Tyrrish culture, but we’re just gonna breeze right past that. more to come, because Brennan is just so husband material… mans had me giggling and kicking my feet every time he spoke.

“Tairn! We need Naolin!” You scream, praying that he is alive to hear you. “Bren, please, stay with me.”

His chest rises and falls slowly; he's still breathing. Breathing is good. “Y’need to get out of here.”

“No. I’m not leaving you. Eyes open, Bren, please,” you beg, pressing your hands deeper into the wound. “Tairn!”

“Thirty seconds out!” He yells back.

There’s not much you can do. To remove the arrow is a death sentence when you don’t have any medical supplies. It’s the only thing keeping the blood in his body, but even then it’s doing a shitty job; the warm crimson continues spilling out through your fingers, seemingly endless. 

“S’ gonna be okay, sweetheart,” Brennan soothes, feeling your panic.

“Bren, you need to stay awake. You can’t die. I can’t keep going without you.” Tears are pouring freely down your cheeks, dripping down onto the dark fabric of his flight jacket.

“You’re bleeding,” he mumbles, ignoring your pleas. He’s slipping away, fast, falling into the slow confusion that comes with a shortage of blood to the brain. “Let me mend you.”

“I’ll worry about myself later. Right now we need to keep you alive.” 

Heavy bootsteps enter the room. “Holy shit,” Naolin breathes, at your side in an instant. He digs in his bag, producing sutures and gauze.

If you act quickly, and if by some miracle the arrowhead hasn’t pierced Brennan’s heart, you can keep him stable long enough to find another mender. You break the shaft of the arrow, Brennan whimpering in pain as it shifts within his chest. 

“I know, my love, I’m so sorry,” you soothe, wiping your palms on your pant legs and moving to cradle his head in your lap as Naolin takes over. You keep whispering reassurances to him, terrified that if you stop, it’ll sever the last thread holding him in this world. “You’re doing so good, Bren. Almost done, I promise.”

Naolin gives you a look that tells you no, he’s not almost done. 

Brennan’s grip on your hand loosens, and you scramble to grab his wrist, bloodied fingers trying to find a pulse -- to no avail. “No,” you cry, tears pouring down your cheeks, “Bren, please wake up, please.”

The slow thump beneath your fingertips stops. Brennan’s heart is no longer beating.

You sob, a desperate sound that splits the air of the ballroom, and Naolin makes his decision, grasping Brennan’s hand and yours. “The two of you need each other.” 

“Nao, you can’t-” you gasp at the rush of energy that rips through you, the pain in your broken ribs diminishing instantly. You feel like you’ve been given a shot of pure adrenaline.

Naolin stops breathing just as Brennan starts again, collapsing to the marble floor, and your lips part in shock.

“He is gone,” Tairn confirms, fighting to keep his voice even. “May your gods honor his sacrifice and reward him in the next life.”

“I’m so sorry.”

His eyes are closed. That comforts you in some tiny way, that he looks whole, uninjured, like he could just be sleeping, but you know that isn’t the case.

Brennan’s breaths are even, pulse steady. The wound looks days old now, the fresh blood coating the skin the only evidence that he had nearly died today. He’ll pull through, as long as you can get out of here.

You say a prayer to Malek on your friend’s behalf, casting one last glance at his unmoving body, and gather Brennan into your arms -- he’s still breathing, but limp, exhausted. You can carry him out of here, but where will you go?

A man bearing a crossbolt steps into the ballroom.

You make no movement toward your weapon, still holding Brennan’s body to your chest. “We surrender,” you rasp, praying he will take pity on a pair of bloodsoaked young lovers and their fallen comrade. 

He steps closer, not responding. 

The words escape you before you can think. The old language feels foreign on your tongue, misshapen from years of disuse. “I am a daughter of the house Lindell, and a citizen of Tyrrendor. I have sworn an oath to-”

“I know who you are, Lady,” he says. “Come with me.”

He stops in front of an abandoned farmhouse, painted gold in the sunset. “Bathe, sleep. I’ll be back when I can.”

You remain by Brennan’s side. You stitch up his wounds, wash the dried blood from his skin, count his heartbeats as he continues to sleep. 

Night comes, bringing freezing wind through the cracked windows, and you climb into the bed beside him, pulling the few blankets you’d found over the pair of you. He curls into your side, seeking warmth — his skin is still cold, but not as icy as it had been when you limped him over here.

When you wake the next morning, the man has not yet returned.

“Ban?” You ask quietly. You haven’t heard from the dragon since you’d dismounted over a day ago, but she must still live, as you do.

“Nearby, with Marbh,” she reassures. “Tairn has returned to Basgiath to be with his mate. It will take years for him to recover from this loss, but he will live on.”

You continue to stroke Brennan’s hair, taking solace in the steadiness of his breathing.

“Your devotion to the mender is the strongest I have seen from any human,” she says quietly. 

“He has become the air I breathe. It was unbearable when he…” you don’t even want to think the words. “I don’t know what I would have done, had Naolin not intervened.”

Brennan stirs, stretching in the cute way you’ve seen him do so many times after waking up, scrunching his face at the bright morning light streaming into the room. He takes you in, thanking the gods that the only injury you bear is a yellowing bruise on your cheek. A gentle hand cradles your face, and it vanishes.

“Naolin?” He asks quietly, and something tells you he already knows deep down.

You shake your head, your eyes brimming with tears. “He gave his life to save you.” 

He looses a shuddering breath, and you gather him into your arms, crying together.

You attempt to mentally prepare yourself to enter the assembly room, adjusting your posture -- shoulders back, chin up, eyes forward. 

“Not a word,” you warn Brennan quietly. “Keep your shields up, like I taught you.”

“I didn’t know we were taking prisoners,” a lanky teenage boy calls, eyeing you from his perch on the edge of a table. In the years you’ve been away, he’s grown into his father’s dark features, and the lazy confidence that can only come with a noble title. “I was wondering when you’d be back from playing soldier. Have they brought you here to negotiate?”

“Lovely to see you again too, Xaden,” you say dryly, addressing the boy by name, and Brennan’s gaze whips toward you in shock. “No, I am not here to negotiate. We are here to surrender, and if you will have us, we will take your side in this fight to free Tyrrendor from those who have oppressed her for centuries.”

“They would be an asset to us, should this prove to not be a setup,” one of the elders says, keeping his hand on the hilt of his longsword.

“She has proved her allegiance to Tyrrendor time and time again,” Xaden defends coldly, dismissing the man who looks old enough to be his grandfather. “It is the general's son that I’m more concerned with.”

You look him directly in the eye as you speak, raising your chin. “Sorrengail is a strong rider and skilled mender, but above all, he is a good man. I could not have chosen anyone better to share the crown with when the day comes.”

Brennan looks at you like he has no idea who you are, trying to discern if this is a dream.

Xaden finds this amusing. “She really didn’t tell you? Always so secretive, that one. Your girlfriend is heir apparent to the Duchy of Lindell, as I am to Aretia, where you stand.”

He looks to the elders, who all nod in affirmation, deeming your appraisal of Brennan satisfactory. “It’s good to have you back, Lady. Things were getting boring without you.”

You lower your head to him in thanks, Brennan quickly copying you.

You tug Brennan into the hall after you’re dismissed.

“Did you really mean that?” He asks, head still spinning.

“Every word,” you reply. “From the moment you extended that hand to me in our first year at Basgiath, I knew you were good to your core, Brennan Sorrengail. It would be an honor to share my duty with you.” 

“Your mate needs you,” Marbh says, making a rare appearance.

Your heart drops. You sprint down the valley trail back to the house, attempting to ascertain what had happened, but you aren’t given a response. Marbh has always been vague.

You find Brennan tucked into a corner of your shared room, back pressed to the wall. He’s clutching a piece of parchment that you recognize to be a Basgiath death roll. He extends it to you wordlessly, and your eyes race down the list, searching for Mira, his mother, another of your friends…

The final name on the list, below the rider’s quadrant cadets, almost as an afterthought… Major William Sorrengail. His father.

“Oh, Bren,” you breathe, gathering him into your arms, “I’m so sorry.”

His entire body shakes with a sob, and it takes everything in you to not cry as well, but you remain strong, needing to be there for him. “I knew I’d never see him again,” he says in a cracked whisper, “but now…” But now it’s real.

You’d never met the man, and now you never will, but you know what a profound impact Brennan’s father had on his life, imparting so many of the qualities that you admire about Brennan; his dedication to his studies, his respect for the scribes that so many others dismiss or overlook, his unwavering compassion…

You offer a silent prayer to Malek on his behalf, asking that He show the scribe the same kindness that he had shown others in life.

“I don’t know why, or how,” Brennan rasps, “I don’t know who was there with him in the end, if Mira and Violet got to say goodbye, if my mother…” he can’t finish the sentence, words cut with shaking breaths. He loses the strength to hold himself up, collapsing into your embrace. “I should be there,” he sniffles, “I should have been there.”

“I know how much you love him. He knew too, I’m sure he did. They all do.” You hold him tighter, stroking his hair. “The girls are strong. They will mourn, but they will get through it together.”

He’s run out of tears, leaving him with a headache and a hollow feeling in his chest. He eventually relaxes, not saying a word as you smooth down the soft waves of his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He’s fallen asleep. You just hope his dreams will be kind to him.

“Enough,” you command, and all heads turn toward you. “I will not have you disrespect Riorson nor his partner in his own home. Have you forgotten what he has done for our young?”

Ulices stiffens. “My apologies, Lady.” He says the title with an ounce of venom, but yields, returning to his seat.

Violet continues to study you. You’re dressed simply, head to toe rider’s black mixed with traditional Tyrrish leather armor and intricate braids that she has only seen drawn in history books, but it’s obvious in your posture that you’re nobility - you do not dip your head below the horizon even for a moment, and you speak with the confidence that others will listen.

“We have better things to do than argue about what should have happened. There is no turning back time,” you say calmly. “I agree that we have been given a legion of students rather than trained warriors, but it has become our job to train them.”

Brennan speaks next. He’s been silent since the meeting started. “What professors have joined us should resume modified versions of their courses, and we will fill in the gaps. Match up those with similar signets for mentorship. Emeterrio can continue to lead combat training, and Devera Battle Brief. Kaori has not joined us, but I think there is an obvious replacement.”

You’re saddened by the news, but you smile softly at his praise. 

Violet realizes that the scribbled amendments in the dragons section of Brennan’s book weren’t Mira’s, but yours. You’ve been close for years, then. You must have brought him here with you when you deserted. Part of her wonders if you’d attended Basgiath because you wanted to, or as a spy.

“Do not question the royal one’s integrity,” Tairn warns her, but does not elaborate further.

“The riot has decided that everyone here can be trusted,” you state. “And if anyone turns out not to be, we will do what we have to do, without hesitation, for the good of the movement.”

There’s sounds of agreement from the other six, and then the meeting is over.

“Hey,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe, clutching a bloodied rag to his face.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Mira’s fist happened,” he explains, lifting it, and you wince at the sight of his nose, the bridge split and bruising. “I’ll be fine in a day or two.”

Your heart twists. Brennan hasn’t been able to see his sisters for nearly a decade, spending the last six years in hiding and the two before that stationed across the continent with hardly enough leave to travel back and forth to Basgiath. For Mira to have punched him straight in the face instead of the tearful hug he’d dreamed of… it must have crushed him.

You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, careful not to bump his nose. “I’ll talk to her,” you say softly. “Go see the healers.”

You’ve only met the middle Sorrengail in passing, nearly ten years ago now, but she’s exactly as Brennan had described her; a younger version of their mother, and just as strong-willed. Evidently, she remembers you, scowling and crossing her arms at the sight of you, but still standing at attention — there’s no missing the Major’s insignia on your chest. Violet stands as well, but doesn’t look as sour as her sister. 

You wave a hand. “At ease. I am not here to issue orders, rather to talk about your brother.”

Mira prickles, Violet looking concerned.

You choose your words carefully. “I do not expect either of you to forgive him overnight, nor for you to forgive me for my complacency in this matter. All I ask is that you show him some compassion. It has been hard for him too, being apart from his family. When your father-”

“That is not a sentence you should finish,” Mira interrupts.

“Mira,” Violet scolds softly, “be nice.”

“No,” she snaps, “I don’t think you understand. We mourned him. We called him a hero, thought he died honorably in battle when he really just deserted and changed his name.”

“He did die,” you say, and the eyes of both women flit back toward you. You look over your shoulder. “He bled out on the floor of that ballroom, and his heart stopped. Our friend siphoned away his life to save him.”

“Tairn’s previous rider,” Violet says in a whisper, as if the dragon will not hear her that way.

“Yes. Naolin.” You say his name with a heavy voice. No wonder Tairn won’t speak to her of the one who came before. That explains the gruff dragon’s defense of you, too.

Mira is silent, likely feeling guilt over her outburst as she realizes her brother still lives in the house he’d been killed in, with the son of the man who had ended his life.

“The elders gave him the name Aisereigh — meaning resurrected — as a layer of protection from those who hold vendettas against your mother. It hurt him to take it, and to not be able to give me the Sorrengail name, but it was necessary for his survival.”

Violet’s eyes land on the band circling your ring finger, a smooth strip of silver carved with Tyrrish runes. Brennan had worn a matching one when she’d seen him the day after War Games, but she hadn’t thought anything of it until now. “You’re married.”

You nod. “Three years ago, right on that bluff at the top of the valley, on a gorgeous summer day. Both of us wish those he loves most could have been there.” 

“Thank you,” Violet says quietly, “for staying with him through it all.”

“I have been by his side since our first year at Basgiath, and I will remain there as long as we shall live, as I have vowed to,” you reply with the same blunt conviction that she’s used to from Xaden — that must be a Tyrrish thing. “Now please excuse me. I have a class to teach in a few minutes.”

Mira lowers her head to you in a gesture of respect. “I’m sorry,” she says, but she does not say what for.

You give her a soft smile in return, heading back into the house.

“Major Aisereigh will be taking over your dragonkind course, as Professor Kaori did not elect to join us here,” Professor Devera announces.

It’s strange to be standing on the dais as an equal with the woman who’d had a hand in kidnapping you from Brennan’s bed to torture you eight years ago, but nearly everything about your life since that night has been strange.

“I don’t know precisely what Kaori did and did not cover thus far in the term, but given that every person in this room has managed to bond a dragon, you are clearly proficient, and I will treat you as such,” you begin. “Dragons are independent, often to a fault, but do not forget that your health depends on theirs. As riders, you must learn how to care for them properly. That’s what we will be focusing on for the remainder of the term, along with flight mechanics and keeping your seat under stress.”

You glance at Brennan, who is sitting incognito in the back row, broken nose now mended, and he nods, an easy smile on his face. You’re doing great.

The lesson passes easily, your students much more engaged than you remember your peers having been in Professor Kaori’s class. 

“I will be needing volunteers to help with the maintenance of the riot while they’re grounded.”

At least thirty hands shoot straight up — half the class.

The trek up the valley wall is never easy, but you make winded conversation with several of the volunteers, mainly nervous first-years who confide that they need the extra practice.

You stop at the top of the trail, cupping a hand to your mouth and calling out a few short notes, and Banrion is at your side in seconds, shaking the ground with her landing. At least a dozen others land nearby, sitting upright in waiting. 

“You’ve brought children,” she appraises, eyeing them with distaste.

“Cadets,” you correct, “that you will be helping me teach. So be nice.”

She chuffs softly. “Fine.”

“I have chosen some more agreeable members of the riot to aid me today, to ease you into their care, but let me make this clear,” you say to the class, who have retreated to give you and Ban a healthy distance. “the majority still find it deeply offensive to be addressed by a human that is not their rider. Unless your bonded has joined us today, please refrain from speaking to any directly.”

You wait for nods of affirmation. “Banrion and I will demonstrate pre-flight checks once, and then you will split into groups of two or three to do the same with the remainder here.”

Once you get everyone settled, you find Brennan — he’d tagged along quietly, not wanting to part ways after the morning’s chaos.

“Well done, Professor,” he says, smiling. “You just might make this a day job.”

You laugh. “Is this everything twenty-year-old Bren thought it would be?”

“It is,” he says quietly. “And more.”

You gaze out at the field of cadets. “Marked and unmarked, living in harmony.”

Brennan squeezes your hand in acknowledgment, remembering how scared you had been when the first marked ones left for Basgiath, and each year since. It had hurt you deeply when not all of them returned. 

Tairn stalks up to you, dipping his head in greeting. “Good to see you again, royal one.”

You smile. “Glad you’re still around, big guy. You have made an excellent choice in Violet. How is the golden one?”

“Still dreamless,” he answers, not deigning to reply to your compliment. 

You worry your lip between your teeth, concerned. 

He casts a glance around at the young cadets in the vale, who are taking their tasks very seriously. “You remain as revered a leader as you were at Basgiath.”

You’re actually touched, but you won’t dare mention that to Tairn.

“It is not an easy feat to raise young,” a green scorpiontail says in agreement, looking down fondly at the first-years that are inspecting her claws for cracks, “but the two of you are doing a fine job.”

You smile. “And how are your young?”

“Safe,” she answers. “You may come see them after dark.”

“It would be an honor.”

“Professor?” A cadet calls from across the field, sounding mildly concerned.

You pull apart from Brennan reluctantly. “Duty calls. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Kiss for your thoughts?” you ask playfully, seeing the weary look on his face. It’s been a long day for him, with multiple arguments among the assembly and all the emotions of reuniting with Mira.

“I have both of my sisters back,” he breathes, still in disbelief. “I thought I’d never see them again.”

You lay a hand on his back, resting your head on his shoulder. “I spoke with them before class. Mira was particularly upset, but she softened when I told her what really happened.”

He’s quiet. “She has every right to hate me for what I did. She should despise me for the rest of my life.”

“But she doesn’t,” you remind him gently. “She holds anger, but she doesn’t hate you. You’re her brother, and she knows you love her. You wrote her an entire textbook on how to survive the rider’s quadrant. If that isn’t testament enough, I don't know what is.”

He shakes his head, smiling softly. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

You grin, moving to climb into his lap. “Because I know you, and I know exactly what goes on in that beautiful brain of yours.”

“Yeah?” he asks, nose brushing against yours, a ringed hand settling on your waist. “What am I thinking about right now?”

“Hmm. Probably about how long of a day it’s been, and how you’d like to unwind after all of it?���

“You’re absolutely right,” he says. “I’ll take that kiss now.”

You lean forward, connecting your lips to his, and the rest of the world falls silent, melting away until all that’s left is you, your husband, and the love you share, love that has endured death itself.

[stuckinthesun]

See you in Zou, Right? || Sanji x Reader

Series Masterlist

Prequel to⇡ — Spoilers for dressrosa

Summary - You and your boyfriend Sanji have to split up

Dressrosa was not going anywhere near as planned.

You and Zoro had gotten lost, only to meet up with Franky and find out the plan to turn Caesar over was a bust, Traffy got beat and taken by DoFlamingo, and Luffy was fighting in an arena. Then, when the two of you split off to go to the Sunny, you ran into Kin’emon and were told that the ship had already left for Zou with half your crew.

Sanji included.

You were desperate to talk to your boyfriend. To find out exactly what happened and if he and the others were okay.

The three of you ran all the way to the colosseum to talk to Luffy. After a frustrating conversation with some fanboy of the crew, your captain finally came to see you. He looked ridiculous with his fake beard, flower shirt, gold helmet, and red cape, but you could hardly find any amusement in it. There were marines everywhere, and you were standing out in the open.

When Kin’emon pulled out his transponder snail, you all but ripped it out of his hand and dialed the Sunny. The snail clicked, and there was a commotion in the background, like someone was fighting, but that all faded when you heard your favorite voice, “This is the Sunny.”

“Sanji! Thank god, I heard you got into a fight with Flamingo. Are you okay?” You asked a relieved sigh leaving your chest.

You heard a chuckle through the snail, making you smile, “Of course I’m fine Darling, even better now that I know you’re okay.”

“Ugh, gross.” Zoro groaned, and you shot him a glare.

“Shut it, mosshead!” Sanji yelled before asking Chopper to call Usopp.

Once the whole crew was able to talk, you caught each other up on everyone's situation. Everyone was relatively safe except for your group, who were now running from the Marines while talking.

You guys were trying to figure out the next step when Franky cut in, asking Luffy if he could join the fight to take down DoFlamingo.

Apparently, Dressrosa was a living hell, and there was a resistance of little fairy type people ready to fight for their freedom. Honestly, after learning everything you have about this place and the family running it, you couldn’t help but want to fight, too. Thankfully, Luffy instantly agreed, telling your cyborg crewmate that you guys would back him up.

“Alright, we’re coming back,” Sanji announced, and you felt your shoulders relax despite the effort of running.

He was coming back to you.

“Wait,” Nami’s voice came through the snail, making you tense up again, “We need to strategize this. There are three pieces to this, and we have two of them right here; it’s smarter if we take them as far away as we can.”

“But-“

“Listen,” Sanji’s voice was cut off by Nami’s, “I know you want to go back for Y/N, but we can’t. This is the smartest plan.”

“I agree with Nami; you guys head on to Zou; we’ll meet up there,” Luffy said, his voice deeper from exertion.

It was quiet for a moment before you let out a frustrated groan, “Sanji…”

“I know.” You heard your boyfriend sigh.

The captain made his decision, and as his crew, you had no choice but to follow.

So, the plan was set.

“Alright, listen up, you guys, if Y/N comes back to me with even a scratch I’ll kill you, understood?!” Sanji demanded through the snail, making you chuckle, “And Robin! I better not see any injuries on her, either!”

“Would you shut the fuck up, stupid cook?”

“I mean it, you directionally challenged moss ball! I’ll cook you alive if she gets hurt!”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try!”

“Would you two shut up!” Usopp yelled, breaking up the hourly Zoro and Sanji argument.

You smiled despite the burning in your body from all the running.

The details of the plan were made, and time was running out as buildings started slicing in half. Usopp and the others hung up, and Luffy ran off to continue his fight.

The transponder snail looked up at you from its place on your palm, curly eyebrows letting you know who held the other one.

“Sanji?”

“Yes, my love?”

Fear settled in your chest as more buildings began to crumble out of nowhere, “I’ll see you in Zou, right?”

You heard Sanji chuckle again before he answered,

“Of course you will.”

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Say My Name Three Times | Kylian Mbappè

Pairing: kylian x reader

Series: Take Me On The Field

Request: Heyy, can I have a Kylian Mbappe request maybe they’re at a game of his and she goes to surprise him, she’s his girlfriend and an actress they haven’t seen each other in a month

Writer's note: this is the first story of the take me on the Field series. send in requests for our favorite players. You can check my prompt lists here.

When I reached Qatar I was praying to everything holy for no one would recognize me. So far I had done a great job at convincing Kylian that I wasn’t going to make it to the final because of reshoots for the new project. The thing I loved most about him was that he didn’t even get mad about it. We were the exception of the rule that footballers dating actresses never ended happily. We both understood each other’s busy schedules, even when it wasn’t in our favor.

Of course the fact that he didn’t get mad didn’t mean that he didn’t complain. He wanted me there as much as I wanted to be there and it was eating us both alive. When I got the ok two days ago to leave the movie set I decided to surprise him, instead of telling and giving him a boost of confidence from the sidelines.

The hat covered most of my facial futures, along with my eye vision which was the reason I bumped into about 20 guys wearing Messi’s shirt. But thankfully my mask hid the rest of my face, as did my black as night sunglasses. To mix with the crowd I was wearing one of Kylian’s jersey’s and an old pair of sweatpants. Nothing about me was screaming celebrity, which was exactly the way I liked it.

The only one helping me with everything and knew I was coming was Giroud. He had spoken to the drivers, so one of them would be waiting for me. On the way to the French base, I stared out of my window, at the people, dressed and blue and white or in dark blue carrying the french flag over their heads. I smiled, truth was, kylian or not, football had been a part of me since I was a kid, the view made me emotional. When we reached the French base, the team had already left for the stadium. One of Giroud’s assistant was waiting for me on the foyer.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle!” he exclaimed when he saw me. He dealt with the security and helped me find my way to kylian’s room. All the way to his room, he’d mumble about how happy he was the Giroud has trusted him with this mission. I laughed at his excitement and thanked him a bunch for his help. When we got inside it instantly felt like home as Kylian’s perfume filled all my senses and I almost snuck in the bathroom expecting to find him by the mirror, shaving. I left my stuff next to the bed, as I raised my head I noticed he had a picture of us by his nightstand. I must have stood there looking at it for a long time because Giroud’s assistant, patted me on the shoudler “We have to go Mademoiselle!”

I nodded quickly, picked just my scarf with the French’s team’s logo, my phone and my jacket and ran outside with him. Everything else happened too quickly, the drive to the stadium, sneaking in with Giroud’s passes and all the way to the dressing rooms my phone was buzzing with Mbappe’s picture. I stopped just right outside the dressing room, smiling at myself. Giroud’s assistant looked at me confused as I answered the call.

“Babe! Où étais-tu ?” he asked, stressed, before I even had time to say anything.

“Je suis désolé! I got caught up at work! Has the came started?”

“Non!” I could hear the nerves in his voice. “Two minutes before we go out! I need your good luck!” While he was speaking I peaked through the door of the dressing room, all the boys were there sitting on their benches. Talking, laughing, putting on their uniforms. Mbappe on the other hand wasn’t there at all.

“You have all my good luck! You know that!”

“HEY! KYLIAN! JE DOIS ALLER AUX TOILETTES, MEC ! SORTEZ !” I heard somebody yelling through the phone.

“FUCK OFF ! Je parle avec ma copine!” he said shot back, my heart sinking when he called his girl. It sounded beautiful in any language he’d say it. I finally walked in the dressing room, everybody started exclaiming until I shushed them with my finger “You shouldn’t be talking to your teammates like the kyky!” I walked behind the benches, high fiving giroud as I passed him and got to the hall that led to the toilet. Tchouameni was knocking on the bathroom door. I guessed Kylian must have been inside.

“They shouldn’t be interrupting me when I’m talking to you.”

I patted Tchouameni on the shoulder. He jumped and covered his mouth when he saw me, he was as shocked as I hoped Kylian would be. I tilted my head to signal him to away for a moment and I got closer to the door. I could swear my heart was tied with Kylian’s because the closer I would get the more I felt it beat, like it wanted to jump out of my chest and right into his hands. I leaned on the door.

“If they gotta pee, the gotta pee Kyky!”

“Can I face time you?”

I smiled “I don’t have time. I have to go meet somebody.”

I heard him sigh and curse. I imagined him covering the microphone because I only heard it through the door, the he said on the microphone. “I really wish you were here, mon cheri!”

“Say my name three times, I might appear out of nowhere.”

He did it without thinking, he’d believe in anything if it could get me to be where he was. I laughed and knocked on the door.

“Putain de merde ! Laisse-moi tranquille Tchouameni!” He yelled, making me laugh again! So I knocked, with my palm, loud, like I was his teammate in need of the toilet. “PUTAIN!” He yelled and I heard him stand up, my heart reaching the speed of an airplane about to lift off. I heard him unlock, my breath becoming so stiff I thought I would choke right then and there and then-

“Merde Ts-“ he stopped. His eyes starring blankly at me, his voice eaten, his body frozen. I thought he was on facetime and the connection had fallen as it usually did and he was gonna stay like that for the next hour. I was scared to even touch him, as if he would reload and disappear completely. Then he spoke, relief filled my lungs, he was real. “Merde..” he said, this time softer, this time like a prayer. He didn’t even waste any time to put his phone back on his pocket, he just let it slip off his hand and wrapped his arms around me, lighting me up. I tied my legs around his waste, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, taking In his perfume and his skin. A drug I had long missed. He spoke curses and muffled words in my hair, until I pulled my head back, just so I could look in his eyes. I smiled widely and kissed him, the way I’ve waited for a month. He walked until I was against the wall, still kissing me and holding me like I was part of him. It felt easy, it felt as it should be.

We pulled back to breath and I leaned my forehead against his, our eyes saying a thousand words as we stared into each other’s souls. He was smiling like a dork, I think I was too.

“Hi.” I whispered and he laughed. Still unable to believe this was real. He shook his head.

“You came.” He whispered, his one hand reach my cheek, stroking it. I leaned to his touch.

“You said my name three times” I whispered back, getting another laugh from him. Then his expression got serious, his eyes fell on me with lust burning out of them.

“I’d say your name every second of every day non stop if I have to.” He answered and leaned in to kiss me again, this time deeper. We were interrupted by someone flushing the toilet. We hadn’t even realized his teammate had walked passed us while we were reuniting. When he came out he gave us a teasing look. Kylian kicked him in the ass, cursing him and then we looked at each other, laughing. It was as it should be.

[dmwrites]

Martyn was yelling. Martyn was yelling and coming at Impulse with a desperation and fury that rooted him to the spot. It didn’t make sense, Martyn was… cheating. Scott was dead, gone in a flash of fire that Impulse couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And he was facing down a man who was all greens and yellows and reds and-

There was a slice through the air, a pain so brief it might have been imagined, and then-

“I’m so proud of you, homie buddy!”

“For goodness sake, Skizz, put on a shirt!”

Impulse tried to extract himself from Skizz’s chest, but his friend only pulled him closer.

“Let him breathe a little, Skizz, he just died, after all.” Tango’s voice floated up somewhere to the left of him, and he felt a pat on the back. “Nice work, man, second place ain’t too bad.”

Skizz let Impulse go, finally, and Impulse was instantly being congratulated by his other friends, Scott giving him a distracted smile, Pearl sticking out her tongue before hugging him tight.

“You’re a good guy, Impulse. Thanks for sticking by me.” Etho came over and clapped Impulse on the shoulder, a small smile in his voice and a twinkle in his eye. “You fought well.”

“Thanks, man.” Impulse beamed at him. “You did too. Not washed up at all.” He chuckled, and Etho grumbled good-naturedly before wandering back over to The Clockers.

Skizz was standing next to him still, almost vibrating with energy.

“You’re being ridiculous.” Impulse told Skizz. “You should be congratulating Martyn when he dies. Or Scott, for that matter- there was no way I would have won even if we’d all played fair.”

“Come, walk and talk with me, buddy.” Skizz said, floating in the direction of the TIES tower.

They passed by the small group around Grian, who were watching Martyn below, still alive and on the ground. He caught a bit of conversation as they passed.

“We should probably slash-kill, G. Game’s over.”

“No, let’s leave him for a moment.” Grian mumbled, watching Martyn with a troubled look on his face.

The tower was empty, and Skizz and Impulse perched on the edge of Skynet, watching the other dead players float around.

“Dude, I said it once, but I’ll say it again- I am so proud of you. You’re like a warrior, man!” Skizz crowed.

“But I didn’t win!” Impulse exclaimed, although he couldn’t help but smile at Skizz’s enthusiasm.

“What- are you kidding me, dude! I told you- all of you before I died- team TIES gets top three, and you got to second place!”

“Well, second is a poor replacement for first…” Impulse grumbled.

“You know what, dude?” Skizz said, snapping his fingers, “I never did get to your affirmation, did I?”

“No, but I’m not, like, offended.” Impulse replied.

Skizz cleared his throat. “Impulsesv, my bestest friend-”

“You don’t have to do this, I’ll be okay without my affirmation.” Impulse interrupted.

“Shut your face and let me say nice things!” Skizz waved his hand dramatically at Impulse to make him shut up. “Impulse, my friend. You know, when I was doing these affirmations, I had to study people, even the ones I knew before. But you… it was easy to come up with the words. Perseverance. Focus. God, man, look at what you did. You wanted to win, and the way you hunted, killed… it was incredible. You never stopped, and I could tell how badly you wanted to win. You put your mind to it and you just go, man. If death herself hasn’t stopped you, I’m sure you would have walked right through Martyn’s axe to get the win.”

Impulse laughed. “I think you’ve been hanging out in the afterlife for too long, man, you are making less sense with every sentence.”

“I’m just proud of you, man.” Skizz smiled.

“Careful, Skizz,” Impulse teased, “people are gonna start thinking you’re some kind of angel or something, with how nice you’re being.”

“Ha! Whatever, dude.”

Skizz and Impulse started trying to elbow each other off of Skynet, laughing and waiting for Martyn’s life to end. The sun was setting, and there was that bittersweet taste of second place that settled heavy on Impulse’s tongue. Not good, not bad, but at the end of the day, there were always people who loved him, so it didn’t really matter.

[that1emowitch]

Suit Shopping

Prompt by @shinekocreator : "Hear me out: the batsiblings going suit shopping with Dick. Fluffy engaged birdflash. Maybe something around planning the wedding. Also some batsiblings being siblings"

A/N: I had a random burst of inspiration at 10 pm and suddenly wrote this whole this lol

Words: 3006

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2!

TW: None, I think. It's all pretty fluffy. Lmk if I missed smth

“I still think he’ll look prettier in purple,” Steph holds up her phone, showing an image of a bright purple suit. “Like, look at that! All it needs is some glitter.”

“Tt.” Damian scowls at her. “Everyone knows weddings are supposed to be black-and-white.”

“Yeah, the purple looks like the Joker,” Jason points out, nodding. “But hear me out: Red.”

Damian shouts again in protest, basically jumping on Jason. The two start fighting, pulling each-other’s hair and yelling.

“You sure you want them to help, Rob?” Wally shakes his head, his arms wrapped around Dick’s waist as the pair stands just a few feet away, looking at the Bats trying to kill each other.

Dick sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend— no, fiance’s shoulder. “They’re not really giving me a choice, honestly. But this’ll be fun, I’m sure!”

Wally chuckles. “Yeah, Bart and Barry are insisting to come shopping with me, too. So is Iris, actually.” He pulls away from Dick after placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I’d better get going. Have fun!”

“You too!” Dick smiles as he watches his beloved speed off— he is the fastest man alive, after all. Then Cass walks up to him, gesturing to Damian, Steph, and Jason, then pushing her right hand towards the webbed part of her left in the sign for “annoying”.

He just chuckles, shaking his head. “Just have to wait for Duke and Tim, now, huh?”

Cass smiles and points behind him— where Duke has just entered the living room through the Batcave. “Hey, D,” He waves his hand in greeting as he walks up to them. He gives Damian and Jason— the latter of who is now pinning the younger against a wall with a gun raised— a long look. “What is going on?”

Cass just makes the “annoying” ASL sign again.

“DUKE!” Steph suddenly jumps on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I am so glad you’re here, you’re the only sensible one in this house! Which color do you think Dick’s suit should be?”

She shows him three photos— one exquisite, expensive purple suit made of leather, and two cheap thrift-store black and red suits.

Duke hesitates, carefully extracting himself from the blonde. “Uhh… Don’t you think Dick should decide? It is his wedding.”

“Thank you,” Dick says, pulling Duke closer. 

“Heathens, all of you,” Steph shakes her head, disappointed.

That’s when Tim finally enters through the front door— being carried by Kon. Tim quickly jumps out of Kon’s arms, beet red, when he realizes his siblings are already here, and watching. Jon trails after the pair, instantly brightening up when he sees Damian.

Damian stops fighting with Jason just to greet Jon. Suddenly, the young Super flies into Damian, wrapping himself around the Bat, yapping away excitedly.

Everyone in the room freezes.

Oh no, poor Jon is so dead… Dick thinks.

Then.

Damian awkwardly raises his arm and pats Jon on the back, half-hugging him.

Jon pulls away in a second then runs to Dick. “Is it true? You’re getting married? How does it work? Are you excited? Where’s your ring? When’s the wedding? Are you gonna have a b—”

“Woah, woah there!” Dick laughs a little, showing off his ring— a thin gold strand with a Robin on it. “Yeah, I’m engaged to Wally. You know, Flash.” 

“WOAH…” Jon’s eyes are wide with awe. Damian pulls him away, tutting. 

“Tt. You must be real naive if you don’t know how weddings work.”

“Whatever, man, I just wanna go to the mall.” Jon smiles and shrugs. 

Dick smiles back, proud of his Baby Bat for making a good friend. “So,” He claps his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “None of us will be flying to the mall, just FYI. Now, there’s 9 of us here, but one car can only fit five, so we’ll need to take two cars.”

“Um, actually,” Jason stood, twirling keys on his fingers. “I’m taking my motorbike. And only Blondie’s allowed to come with.”

“But this is a family bonding opportunity, Jay!” Dick protested. “We can all—”

“I have a bike,” Kon said suddenly, looking at Tim hopefully. “I can just fly back and get it here. Then we can— uh…”

Tim blushes. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be perfect.”

Kon flashes a smile, and flies out the window.

Dick sighs. I guess that leaves no other choice.

“Okay, the rest of you, come on,” Dick heads to the garage, watching with a soft smile as Damian, Jon, Duke, and Cass pile into his car. While Jon and Damian bicker over who called shotgun first, Cass quietly slips into the passenger seat.

God, Dick loves his sister.

He flashes her a smile, letting her turn the radio to a station to one that plays 60’s ballroom music— she loves music with no words.

He hears the moment the boys realize Cass has taken the seat— they fall quiet, and get into the back, squeezing against Duke, who was peacefully sitting by the window.

He grins, hands on the steering wheel, ready to set off.

They all meet again in the mall’s carpark. Jason and Steph are discussing something about the parking being ridiculously overpriced, Damian’s explaining to Duke how cars work (Duke’s trying hard not to say “I know”), Cass is still listening to ballroom music, Kon’s encouraging Jon to get piercings…

“This is the quietest they’ve all been together, isn’t it?” Tim pipes up from beside Dick, making the older man jump.

“Jesus— Tim, how’re you so quiet?” Dick took a breath to steady himself.

“Years of stalking Batman and Robin paid off, I guess,” He shrugs. “I need coffee.”

Before Dick can reply, Tim walks towards the others, and shouts, “Okay, people. Here’s how it’s gonna go:”

Dick’s brows furrow. “Wait, you’re planning this—”

“There are too many stores, and not enough time. So we’ll split up into groups, find and buy any and all suits we like— in size M, or US 40—”

“—You know my size?”

“—forget about the price, Bruce is paying, and meet back at McDonald’s at 6pm. Jason and Steph, go with Dick to the east wing of the mall. Cass and Duke, go to the west wing. Kon and I will take the north, Damian and Jon to the south. Got that?”

Dick was stunned for a second when everyone easily agreed and split up— they must’ve discussed this before. Slightly dazed, he let Jason and Cass lead him away, to the east entrance of the mall.

Damian walks through the mall, heading straight to the information desk, where a directory of all stores is put up. His eyes scan the shop names and their descriptions, analyzing each one. After all, Grayson deserves the best of the best.

Suddenly Jon appears beside him, vibrating with enthusiasm. “Where do we go first?”

“Nordstrom.” Damian replies, his eyes landing on the name of the store. “Anything there will easily outshine every suit any of the others manage to find.”

“Oooh, that sounds so fancy!” Jon’s eyes widen in awe.

“It is. Not that a farmboy like you could understand it.” Damian turns to face Jon.

“At least I’m not a crazy trust fund kid who’s going to buy, like, 20 suits just so Dick has plenty of choices,” Jon shoots back, undeterred.

“At least I’m not a 12-year-old who thinks math is hard.” 

“At least I don’t have Mommy or Daddy issues.”

"At least I'm a man of great intelligence and taste, while you are a farmboy that talks to birds."

"Hey, those birds were awesome... and at least I talk to them... you just sit around being brooding and quiet. The most noise you make is when you're complaining."

“At least I am not a naive boy who thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows!”

Jon crosses his arms. "Yeah, and at least I'm not a brooding snob who's afraid to express his feelings, so he hides behind sarcasm and snarky comments." 

That one shuts Damian up. 

“So,” Jon puts up a radiant smile again, hand pointing into the air. “To Nordstrom!”

“It’s right there.” Damian points behind Jon.

Jon moves so he’s pointing towards the store. “To Nordstrom!”

Tim and Kon’s hands find each other as soon as they part with the rest of the group— enjoying this feeling of being so close to one another. They head straight to the first clothes store they find, searching around for a suit.

“Hey, Tim,” Kon calls, picking up a red and blue Superboy-themed crop top, complete with leather lining and metal studs. “This would look cute on you.”

Tim blushes. “Kon, we’re looking for a suit!”

“But just buy this too,” Kon encourages, smirking. “Trust me. I can really imagine you in this.”

“And nothing else.” The words escape Tim’s mouth before he can think, and he suddenly slaps his free hand over his mouth. “Um, forget that. Please.”

Kon’s cheeks turn slightly red, but he puts the top in their shopping basket anyway. “So. Um. Suits.”

“Yes,” Tim says awkwardly “Suits.”

The two find a section of the store for formal clothing soon enough, and start rummaging around for something Dick might like.

Everything seems wrong— too formal, too stiff, too not Dick.

“What if we buy a few of these suits, then paint them?” Kon suggests.

Tim turns to face him, thinking. “Good idea, but the only one of us that can paint well is Damian— and we’re competing against him.”

Kon’s brows raise. “Wait, we’re competing against Damian?”

“We’re competing against every other ‘team’ we split up in,” Tim explains, skimming through racks of blue-gray suits. “Damian and Jon, Duke and Cass, Steph and Jason.”

“Oh,” Kon nodded along. “So, how does it work?”

“We all find the best suits possible and present them to Dick, and the team whose suit Dick picks wins.”

“And Dick has no idea about this competition.”

“Helps him be a neutral judge.”

“Uh-huh,” Kon chuckles. “You Bats and your secrecy…”

“Coffee,” Tim says suddenly, turning to leave the store. “We’re not gonna find anything here. Might as well get some coffee. On me.”

Kon smiles, taking Tim’s hand again. “As you wish, babe.”

Then his eyes widen. “Wait, we have to buy the tank top first!”

Duke watches as his sister prances around the store, looking at the different dresses. They’re in a designer boutique (whose manager didn’t believe they were actually here to buy something until they flashed Bruce’s credit card). 

He chuckles as Cass picks up a soft pink dress, holding it to herself and standing before the mirror. “It looks lovely, really.”

Cass smiles, and gives it to the manager to add to their cart, just like the many other dresses she did so with before. It doesn’t matter that they’re here to buy a suit— if Cass likes something along the way, she can very well buy it.

Then she finds another princess gown— this time, pastel purple, with shiny sequins and sparkles.

“Yeah, Steph’s gonna love seeing you in that,” Duke grins teasingly. Cass blushes sightly, then hands it over to the manager.. 

“Also, where are your best suits? Something flashy, not formal and plain.” He asks one of the assistants. 

“Oh, yes, I’m sure yellow and black would look great on you, Mr. Thomas,” The assistant replies politely, starting to lead them to a corner.

Duke tries not to cringe at the mention of him in black and yellow. “Um, it’s for my brother, actually. We have his measurements, but is it possible to get it custom-made without him actually being here? It’s a bit of a surprise.”

“Of course,” The assistant nods, leading them to a row of racks filled with rolled-up sheets of fabric. “It would take longer, but you can custom-pick every piece of fabric, every decoration, even talk to our design specialist to make it perfect. It would usually take a few weeks, but for you, we can get it done in just two days, I’m sure.”

Cass walks up to them. “Blue.”

“Of course.”

“Like the night sky. With shining stars, if that’s possible.” Duke adds.

“Do have a chat with the design specialist I mentioned, Mr. Thomas and Ms. Wayne.” The assistant smiles politely. “Shall I check out the six dresses you bought, meanwhile?”

Duke nods, smiling. “Yes, please.”

This was definitely going to be better than the others’ suits.

Steph pulls Dick along by the hand as they both laugh, running through the clothes store. Jason walks behind them, clearly amused but pretending to not care.

“OOOH, pick this!” Steph shoves another bright purple suit into Dick’s hands. He gives her a look. 

“Steph… I don’t like purple! I want something blue!” Dick looks around, making sure no one’s eavesdropping, hen whispers, “Nightwing blue!”

Steph pouts. “What do you think, Jason?”

“Red.” Jason replies, looking through some suits. “But if we wanna win, we gotta give him what he wants.”

Steph frowns slightly, but agrees.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dick holds his hands in front of them. “What do you mean ‘win’?”

Both of them freeze. Then Steph replies awkwardly, “Uh, win your heart, of course!”

“Yeah,” Jason adds, his tone dry. “Prove we’re your best siblings ever.”

Dick blinks. “Steph’s not a sibling. She’s dating our sister and she used to date our brother.”

“Potato, Potatoh,” Steph puts on the fakest smile ever, steering Dick away towards the blue-coloured suits. He goes along, confused.

As they peruse through the suits, Steph and Jason exchange glances, silently communicating their plan. They need to find the perfect Nightwing blue suit to win Dick over. They scan through the racks, occasionally holding up a suit for Dick to inspect. 

“This one?” Steph asks, holding up a suit that's more on the navy side.

“Nah, too dark,” Dick shakes his head.

“What about this one?” Jason suggests, pointing to a suit that's a bit too light.

“Too bright,” Dick dismisses it.

The trio continues their search, but nothing seems to meet Dick's standards. Steph starts to feel a little anxious— they need to find something soon if they want to win the competition. Just as she's about to suggest going to another store, Jason spots a suit tucked away in the corner.

“Hey, check this out,” Jason calls out, pulling out a suit in the perfect shade of Nightwing blue. It's sleek, stylish, and has just the right amount of sophistication.

Dick's eyes light up as he examines the suit. “This... this is it.”

Steph grins triumphantly. “I knew we'd find the perfect one!”

Jason nods in agreement. “Let's grab it before someone else snatches it.”

They quickly make their way to the checkout counter, excitement bubbling within them. As they pay for the suit, Jason can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not only did they find the ideal suit for Dick, but they're also one step closer to winning the competition.

With the suit in hand, they head towards the designated meeting spot at McDonald's, eager to show off their find and see what the others have come up with.

The group rendezvouses at a particularly large booth in the mall’s McDonald’s just at 6 pm. Everyone’s carrying shopping bags— Damian and Jon are carrying three each. They settle into the booth, arranging themselves comfortably, excitement evident in their expressions.

Dick, seated at the head of the table, can hardly contain his curiosity. “Alright, everyone, let's see what you've got!”

“Not right now!” Duke shouts suddenly, and Cass nods along. “Cass and I have customized the perfect suit for you but it’s going to take two days to make, so, just to be fair, we’ll present our find in two days.”

Damian scowls. “Why should we waste our time over your fault?”

“It’s not a fault, it’s a—”

“It’s not fair,” Tim chimes in. “We spent so long—”

“GUYS! Guys,” Dick interrupts them before the argument gets too heated. “This is my suit, so I make the rules. I choose that we wait for Duke and Cass’s suit to be ready. I kinda wanna see it.”

Duke leans back, relieved, and Cass wears a smug smile on her face, as if saying, “Ha, I win!”

It makes Dick wonder, again, what exactly the competition is about.

“Well, let’s at least get some food, if we’re not doing show and tell,” Kon speaks up after a long beat of silence. Everyone agrees (for the first time ever), and place their orders quickly.

Once their orders arrive, they dig into their meals eagerly, savoring the taste of fast food after a long day of shopping. Dick watches with a fond smile as his family enjoys their meal, feeling grateful for their presence in his life.

After they finish eating, Dick leans back in his seat, feeling content. “So, what now? Do we head back home?”

“Nah,” Jason shakes his head. “Let’s catch a movie or something. There’s that new action flick playing at the cinema.”

Steph’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that sounds fun! I’m in!”

“I’m down,” Tim adds, nodding in agreement.

“I suppose it could be entertaining,” Damian mutters, though there’s a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jon looks around eagerly. “Can I come too?”

Kon slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him away. “Nah, not this time. Let’s leave the Bats to their boring plans— you and I can go get you some piercings!”

“Um,” Jon pauses, hesitating. “Mom and Dad will not be happy, Kon.”

Kon just smirks and ruffles his little brother’s hair. “I know. Pissing off Clark to make you cool— It’s gonna be so worth it!”

The pair walks away from the Bats, waving goodbye, after Kon places one last kiss on Tim’s lips. The Bats leave soon, too, heading down to the cinema, arguing over who the best Green Lantern is, for some reason— and Hal Jordan’s currently winning over Guy Gardener.

Dick laughs and shakes his head, listening to their banter.

God, he loves his family.

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2

[lacyscabinet]

Natalie who's girlfriend got her leg broken instead of Allie (think that's her name) and Natalie coming back from the wilderness completely different

A/N: OMG I OPENED THIS REQUEST THE MOMENT I GOT THE NOTIFICATION, THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Not proofreaddddd

MASTERLIST

The same

"Come on guys, you saw her today, there's no way she's gonna do any better at nationals" Taissa complained

"So what do we do?" Lottie said "If she doesn't get the ball she can't screw up the game"

"Tai, you wanna freeze her out!? Really?!" Natalie exclaimed "Can't we just play like a damn team like we always did?'

Taissa scoffed "You don't have to defend her just because she has been your hook up for like a month"

At that, a pissed expression formed on Natalie's face "You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you" she shouted as she walked away.

Of course nobody would ever take her or any relationship she's in seriously, her reputation precedes her after all, but she really loved you, a lot.

"Hi baby!" You happily said as soon as you saw your girlfriend approaching you at the school gates, when she smiled and skipped to you quickly, immediately pulling you in for a peck on the lips "Hey" she mumbled when she pulled away

"wanna meet up at mine?" You asked, she smiled widely "Of course babe"

*a few days later*

"Y/n! On your left!" Jackie yelled passing the ball to you, Taissa had been targeting you throughout the game, you were starting to panic, not really knowing the reason behind her behavior, and just as you were reflecting, something hit your knee and you feel on the ground.

Crack

Pain.

Screams.

You let out a gut wrenching scream, clutching to your leg and noticing something white peaking out "GOD THAT'S MY MOTHER FUCKING BONE!" you shouted.

After that, everything felt like a blur, the pain was unbearable and the only thing you could make out was Natalie's hand tightly holding onto yours.

Then you were brought to the hospital and they treated your leg, it was obvious that you weren't going to the nationals anymore.

Natalie sat in an armchair next to your hospital bed, her thumb tracing circles on your hand soothingly, you were discussing the fact that you had to stay home

"Don't worry baby, before you realize I'm gone I'll be back already" she said smiling.

*19 months later*

You woke up in your crappy apartment, tired from a long night of studying and definitely emotionally drained, College wasn't that bad but definitely it wasn't what you expected.

Because she wasn't there.

Since the plane crashed it was impossible for you not to think about Nat every single day.

Where is she? Is she okay? Is she alive?

You didn't know, no one knew.

When you got the news that the girls (if still alive) were stranded somewhere in the nowhere you completely broke down, you lost yourself for a long time, and now when you just started to feel more at ease with that tool, it all ended when you turned on the tv

"The survivors of the girls soccer team Yellowjackets were found and rescued in the early hours of the morning, the girls were found in the Ontario wilderness in critical conditions, now they are currently at the local police station in Wiskayok, New Jersey"

Natalie.

You ran as fast as you could. Not looking back, just running and running.

And when you reached the police station, you had to make your way through thousands of people, and when you finally got to the front, you saw them.

They were going from the station to another plane, and you panicked,

God, there aren't many survivors. What if Natalie...

Your thoughts evaporated when you saw one of the girls frenetically pulling up her hood, brown hair and...blonde ends...

Nat.

And that's what you yelled "Nat! Natalie!"

Suddenly the head of the girl turned in your direction, tears instantly running down both of your eyes, she quickly ran to you and you met her halfway, instantly pulling her in a bone crushing hug.

You both sobbed and looked at each other in the eyes, and when a police officer rushed to pull you away from her, you could swear that she almost grunted at him, pushing him off you and bringing you back to her chest

*three months later*

After she came back home Natalie moved into your apartment, it was nice having her around all the time after almost two years of her being far far away, she never really liked to talk about that place, so you never forced her to.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, Nat and you were sleeping in your bed peacefully cuddled up until you heard small sobs and felt something wet dripping down your face, looking up at her, she was still sleeping, and it didn't take a genius to tell she was having a nightmare "Baby?" You softly muttered, shaking her awake, that startled her, and opening her eyes she couldn't help but sob even harder.

Another time you two were sitting by the small fireplace in your living room drinking hot cocoa and watching a movie, when you turned your head you noticed her intensively staring at the fire, you got closer, rubbing her back "We did this a lot back there, sit by the fire..." she said, reminiscing her experience "Nat if you ever feel like..." you were interrupted "talking about it? No y/n ...the things we saw, the things we did out there in order to survive... I don't want you to know, you'll never look at me the same"

Days later you got home after class for a quick lunch, Natalie was already in the kitchen, cup in hand "Coffee?" You asked taking a closer look only to meet small pieces of meat cut in little rectangles, she looked at you as if you were the one with a weird demeanor "Here" you spoke up picking up a plate for her "Don't eat from the cup"

It wasn't just the way she behaved, unable to let go of some little things she got used to in the wilderness, it was also the look in her eyes, now cold and at times empty, it broke your heart to see her like that, but one day, you hoped, things would get better, the old bitchy and tough Natalie who you feel in love with would come back.

And that day at the moment was sure far away .

A/N: imma post some other stuff soon, stay tuned guys!!!

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: um smut... wrap it before you tap it, piv, fem!reader, academical rivals to lovers, probably the filthiest thing I have ever written... if you know me, no you don't

Part 1 , Part 3

Things since last week haven't changed much. Remus and I still had our rivalry going stronger than ever. Especially after the hallway incident, which ended up with him having a large red handprint on his cheek, indicating a really strong slap. In my defense, he was getting close. Ever since we haven't stopped arguing with each other, until…

"I can't work with her."

"It's impossible to work with him."

As quickly as the words left our mouths, we sharply turned to glare at each other. Completely missing Professor's McGonagall proud look.

"You are working together on this project. And you will present to me the best project in the class because you are both Perfects and have to give the right example. I don't care about whether you like each other or not."

Seething I exit the room with a newfound speed, and Remus closely follows behind my heels.

"Can you just slow down a bit?" He asks, and I instantly stop walking, turning towards him, waiting impatiently to hear what he has to say. "She's right, you know. We have to make this fucking project as perfect as possible. So I think we should call a truce." He slowly proposes as if this will simply fix our problems. I stare at him blankly, and I see his nostrils flaring. "Look. I don't like this either, ok? But I need the grade, and if it were someone else, I would just make the project myself. But since it's you … if we work together we could… We are at the top of every class for a reason. Just…." His voice eventually gives up.

"Fine," I say, "meet me at the library at 7. We have a lot of research to do"

This was how I found myself meeting with my all-time rival every day in the library for two months. The insults never stopped flying from one to the other, but surprisingly, we made a good team, and the project was almost finished. We are now accustomed to each other and our habits. Like Remus… when he read something for a really long time, he would remove his glasses and rub his eyes and his nose, smoothing it out after being scrunched up. Or when we got tired, he would share his chocolates to boost our morals and energies.

Many comments have been floating around the halls."How long until they fuck it out?", "God, he could eat her alive, for what she said to him.","He must be really smitten with her for putting up with her." ... Well, you got the gist of it.

Now, as I was getting ready for bed, a thought occurred. We never looked in the secluded area for any useful information. So, I put on my slippers and headed towards the library once again.

I slowly walk down the hallways, trying to get past Flinch. The great mahogany walls of the library greet me with a loud groan. I grab one of the oil lanterns that rest on the librarian's desk and head towards the restricted section. I find books related to the project and start reading them. Keeping notes under the candlelit room.

I could be reading for hours or mere minutes when I hear footsteps. I quickly blow out the flame and hide in the darkest spot I can find between the bookcases. As the sound of footsteps comes closer my breathing turns faster and more panicky. Good God I am going to get caught? Am I going to get detention? What am I going to do?

That's when I feel a hand close around my mouth. Silencing me. Wait …what? Silencing me? A familiar scent fills my nostrils.

"Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He whispers in my ear. His Welsh accent dripped like honey, his voice raspy and almost deathly quiet. Heat pools in my core as a dream resurfaces in my brain. "Stay quiet or else we are going to get caught." He says as he pounds into me while he has my hips in a tight grip, guiding back and forth.

As I snap out of my trance, I push his hand harshly off me. "What the hell are you doing here?", I whisper-yell at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?", he fires back. We stare at each other with our eyes slitted as we both breath heavily.

"How did you even know I was here?", I ask him accusingly, even though I have been caught in the act.

"The marauders map." He answers back easily as if that answer would ring a bell and not cause more questions.

"The what ?"

"I think he is gone."

"Oh really?"

"Why do you like to test me, woman?"

"Possibly because of your super nice personality or better yet because you're a prick."

He just returned the favor with a wolfish grin, notice the irony.

"Why are you smiling?" I snap at him.

"Oh because you are so nicely close to me and you haven't uttered a word about that." Just as the words leave his mouth I feel my cheeks heat. Jesus why am I blushing? At least he can't see it. "And yes I can see you blushing"

How did he…? Is he a mind reader?

"Also I am no mind reader, i just know you that well." His face is dangerously close now. The empty, now, library is ominously quiet and I can almost feel our breaths echo in the room. There is no escape, is there? His mouth is almost atop of mine, his breath fanning my face.

"Gosh why are you like this? Why must you test me until I snap? Why do I love it so much?" He says as his lips crush into mine in a bruising kiss that steals my breath away. He manhandles me so that our chests are pressed together and I am promptly sitting in his lap, feeling a long hard cock press against my clad yet soaking wet pussy. Insults fly out of our mouths in-between every heated kiss.

"Punk"

"Jerk"

"Dickhead"

"Oh you are going to feel that soon."

"Bite me, Lupin."

"If you insist."

We discard our clothes as fast as possible until he grabs hold of my thighs and he slams me on the flat surface of the bookcase.

Right opposite the window, it's so dark outside that our reflections fill my eyesight. His scarred, white freckled back in contrast with my tanned legs, due to all the sun exposure, that are wrapped around his waist and my arms in his shoulders. One of my hands is buried deep in his brown curled hair that is now buried in my neck leaving bites and hickeys as he bites, laps and sucks, leaving permanent marks behind his trail. While the other scratches his back, as my legs draw back and my back arches.

Horrified gasps sound in the room, mixing with my moans and his groans. My eyes open immediately, leaving their half hooded state, searching the room for intruders but not finding anyone until…. Of course, the portraits. Great I am about to get royally fucked by Remus Lupin and not only will I have to live with the memory of it but now the portraits saw what we were doing, I was catastrophically doomed, I laugh at the thought.

And Remus leaves his task and draws slightly back, enough for him to keep impossibly close but still be able to see my face.

"I love your laugh. And I absolutely hate the fact that I am not the one causing it. But that is going to change. Everything is going to change from now on, you bellend." The breath is being knocked out of my lungs. "And now I am going to fuck you. I reckon you are wet enough so as not to hurt." He says as his fingers play with my clit. "I would say you are quite drenched actually. You know I have been thinking of this, dreaming it even. Fucking you hard and deep, until you are nothing more that a brainless brat." Gasps and moans are his only answers.

"Thank God you seem to like that because I don't think I can hold back any more." He seals these words with a kiss as he enters me in one fluid motion until he is balls deep. Our mouths are open now as we try to catch our breaths and I stare at his eyes, trying to find the familiar mischievous dark green that haunted my every thought. His forehead dropped to mine as he started to move inside me at an insane pace. His balls are slapping against my clit as he hits all the right spots.

My back arches and my head falls back as my eyes close. I feel one of his hands slide up my back and rest somewhere between my ribs, commanding me to stay in place as I feel…. No this can't be right. My gaze moves to the window and what I see almost brings me right over the edge right there and then. His head is buried in my chest hiding all the toying he is doing at my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples. Marking them up too.

"God I wish I could mark up our thighs and pussy too but that will have to wait."

"Remus, you prick, how dare you…" I say in a breathless voice my insult is lost in all the pleasure I am feeling.

"Yes, how dare I make you feel all this pleasure. Huh?" He mouths in my chest as he has his lips wrapped around one of my tits.

"I am close" I whimper

"I know, sweetheart. Let go for me. I've gotcha."

I don't know what actually sent me over the edge. The nickname, the command, reassurance, a mixture of all of them? Well whatever it was it rocked my world. I never thought an orgasm could last that long or be so powerful. It was literally dripping down my thighs to his and then falling to the ground. Embarrassingly so. He had finished too. His face was buried in my chest trying to catch our breaths.

He turns to look at me, smirking. Oh no. I already know what he is going to say. And I won't be able to say no.

"Ready for round two?"

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[naisilla]

The Emperor's New Muse Part .4

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: bar fight, meeting Rhaast, getting to know the crew, discovering the universe is ending...a normal Tuesday.

The entire bar freezes, and every patron and crew member stiffens as Kayn’s glare locks onto you. A familiar chill fills your heart. You're used to Kayn’s angry gaze, having seen them so many times before. But this is different; you could feel the anger seething from the ordinary as it radiated in a wave from his body. Your heart pounds in your chest as Kayn stares you down. He slowly walks over to you, his heels clicking aggressively as he stomps his way toward you. You can feel his anger and hostility as the rest of the crew slowly stand up and prepare themselves. "Kill them all; leave the templar alive," Kayn orders his army.

Instantly, Jinx hauls out her minigun and starts shooting up the bar, spraying a barrage of bullets that ricochet off the walls. Everyone else in the bar is ducking down and scrambling to get out of the crossfire while Yasuo grabs both you and Sona and tries running you both out the back exit. It's not a successful rescue as three of the locus armada soldiers block off your escape by firing their plasma guns that barely miss you.

You all halt in your tracks and look around panicked. Kayn is advancing towards your group, looking pissed off as ever. "I knew I should've killed you when I got the chance; you were working with the morning star all along! And to think you almost got away with fooling me!" Kayn sneers, standing before you. He winds back his scythe and brings it down on you, making a clashing sound as it is intercepted by Yasuo's blade. Both blades begin to tremble as the two struggle to break through each other.

Kayn lets out a growl, sparks fly, and the metallic sounds grate on your ears. He pushes forward with more force, pushing Yasuo back but losing his footing in the process. His eyes narrow in fury as a surge of ora bursts out from him, coursing through the blades, making them both pulse with energy. He charges forward to strike Yasuo's blade again, letting out a deafening shout as he launches himself at the captain. He quickly kicks Yasuo off of him with a burst of raw energy.

A smirk spreads across Kayn’s face as he quickly withdraws his scythe and swings it into Yasuo’s torso, sending him flying across the room. With the path cleared, Kayn quickly advances towards you as he draws his scythe once again "You will pay for your treachery (Y/N)!".

Before he can bring it down on your head, Jinx dives into its path and takes the hit for you. You see her get launched into the air and slam hard onto the ground "out of the way!". You watch in horror as she struggles to get back up. Kayn approaches and is about to bring his scythe down on her.

Like a bull, Malphite charges and slams his entire body into the ordinal at full force, knocking Kayn over. The giant rages with harsh, ragged breaths; his nostrils flare, and his teeth are bared. Malphite balls his hands into fists and threateningly pounds them together. Kayn looks at Malphite, determined to slice him down.

With absolute, calm, and cold efficiency. He swings the scythe down into Malphite's massive form without hesitation, cleaving a deep gash into the thick hide of his chest"The big ones always fall the hardest". Malphite lets out a painful yell and stomps his large feet to throw off the ordinal. Kayn stands his ground, waiting for a follow-up attack.

But Malphite is held back as a magic bolt of Ora attacks Kayn. It deals him damage, forcing him to stumble backward. You follow the source of the attack and see Sona now glaring at the ordinary as she floats above the ground, her robes swishing. She sends out another wave of ora, this time towards the morning star members, healing her wounded allies. Her eyes are focused and unnervingly calm.

She lets out a wave of celerity, and you feel yourself become light, like you were almost lifted off the ground. You dash forward into the turmoil of the fight. The agile boost of Sona's ability allows you to move with such speed and grace throughout the bar. Flying beams of concentrated plasma, bullets, and ora are whizzing by you as you dodge the attacks and crossfire between the morning star and the locus armada. You make your way towards Kayn, jumping up and then leaping off of a table to attack from above. Bringing your leg up to your chest, you swing your leg downward, cutting it between his trapezius, where his shoulder meets his neck.

You bring Kayn to the floor, onto his hands and knees. Drawing back your leg you swing it again to kick him in the head, Kayn's face twists up into an unsettling grimace as he struggles against the immense pain that you have dealt him. Blood spills from his mouth and nose, coating the area around him in a thick crimson sheen. You are readying to kick him again when Kayn moves to block your shin with the handle of his scythe, you come into contact with it swiftly and a sharp pain shoots up your leg. The force of your kick breaks through Kayns block, knocking the scythe from his hands which clatters to the ground away from the both of you.

There is the briefest of a silent pause as you and Kayn eye each other wildly, glancing back between yourself and the scythe a few feet away. You lunge forth but fall face first to the floor as Kayn's augmented mechanical arm grabs your ankle and drags you back, you flip yourself onto your back and use your free leg to kick at his grip on you. The two of you continue to struggle as you both attempt the other from reaching the scythe, around you the Locus armada is fighting against the morning star crew, Jinx is launching her array of weapons seamlessly switching from her minigun, rocket launcher, shock pistol, and snare grenades that look oddly like...Malphite?

Kayn and you continue to roll across the bar floor unbothered by the shell casings and shattered glass. Yasuo jumps over the both of you to sweep through a line of armada slicing them with his blade, Malphite attacks with his fists making claps of thunder shook the waves of armada with aftershocks while Sona hovers above it all supporting her teammates with her ora.

You get thrown back under Kayn as he rolls on top of you again, your hand goes to claw at his face and attempts to push him off of you but his strength rivals your own as the both of you tremble against the other's force. Kayn's strong hands grip you tightly, pinning you down to the floor below him as his body hovers just inches above you. His face remains calm and yet dangerous. He stares at you with cold, unforgiving eyes, seemingly unmoved by your attempts to escape his grasp. The room is chaotic, with gunfights and magic battles blazing all around you, but you and him seem somehow oblivious to it all.

With Kayn on top, you were given the perfect opportunity to gain the upper hand, without warning you thrust your knee. A sharp gasp escapes Kayn's lips as you land a direct hit on his most vulnerable of spots. He flinches and groans in pain, his body loosening for but a second. You can manage to slip free with some leverage and quickly place your feet on top of his shoulders to kick off him, sliding along the floor towards the scythe. He reaches out to regain his grip but it is too late, you are free and you got to his scythe first.

Before Kayn can lunge for you again Yasuo blocks him off with a wall of energy keeping you safe from the ordinary for now. You hurry to bend down and grab the scythe.

The chaos around you suddenly drowns out, the screams and gunfire become muffled and your ears begin to ring before it all goes silent. You watch as the world around you slows down, bullets hang in mid-air, and flashes of plasma halt in their trajectory. Then everything goes black. Like being suddenly sucked into an endless void, You feel like you are sinking, dread sits heavy in your stomach and your heart thrums in your ears. Within the Darkness that swallows you a dark chuckle rumbles.

The grip you have on the scythe tightens as you hold it out defensively, spinning around trying to see through the black shroud. "Show yourself" You demand still struggling to make out a single thing. The sinister voice only responds with more laughing, you grit your teeth and lash out at the darkness, spinning out the scythe and slashing at the air, leaving iridescent light trails that follow the blade's motion. It's oddly beautiful, yet you can't admire that as your heart trembles in the clutches of fear.

Whispers swirl in your mind, hushed and sinister, fogging up your own thoughts, drowning you in a sea of darkness as deep and void as the expanse that swallowed you. Your hands feel warm and pull your attention towards that sensation, your eyes glance to the blade of the scythe and then to the ora at its center. The mass of gold essence ripples and warps, it's mesmerizing.

"How interesting, you have not gone insane. That's a first" Comes a voice, one that reverberates through your body. "Come out you coward" You respond continuing to spin around keeping an eye out for anything that moves in the shadows. The voice only cackles. "I think you misunderstand. I am already before you...within your grasp"

Once again your eyes tail back to the scythe in your hands "Yeeeeesss..." that guttural tone growls. Feeling uneasy about this new revelation you cautiously ask.

"Who are you?"

You hear a name, breathed out like a sigh. One that sounded as mysterious and foreboding as the scythe you held.

"Rhaast"

Frowning, you remember hearing it. Back when you were aboard the Fractal Shear mother ship. When Kayn mentioned that name. Only you assumed he said "Rust".

The voice cackles in your head "Ah, I can see your little mind connecting the dots. How adorable."

Confused even further, you ask the scythe. "What are you?"

"Why I am the very voice of the ubiquitous organic you call 'Ora'". You scoff and roll your eyes.

"I'm calling bullshit on that".

"Your disbelief, or rather your skepticism, is quite endearing. But I am very much real. I am the very manifestation of power. I am the essence of everything that is, and of everything that will ever be."

Your brow quirks up, still doubtful of the scythes words. "Oh? if that's so, what may the consciousness of Ora itself be doing in a scythe of all places?" You shift your grip on the scythe. "Where did you come from? What do you want?"

Another chuckle rumbles through the scythe as the ora at its center warps and flickers, resembling an eyeball that rolls over to glance at you. "Your feeble mind couldn't comprehend it if you tried". There is a pause before Rhaast speaks again.

"I call out to many. To seek someone worthy."

"Worthy? Worthy of what?"

Before you can receive a response you suddenly feel a force yank at Rhaast, the movement jerking you forth. Immediately the illusion evaporates and you are thrown back into the bar, into the fight between yourself and the locus armada. As you come to, you see Kayn is now inches in front of you. The Scyth-Rhaast is now back in his possession.

His blue eye locks with yours in an intense glare, studying your features for any information. He knows that you know. After being trapped in a trance of staring each other down, Jinx interrupts by ruthlessly slamming the back of Kayn's head with her minigun, taken by surprise Kayn staggers forth which you avoid by sidestepping the Ordinal.

Yasuo's hands clap onto your shoulder, gripping on before tugging you forcefully to run. You can see Malphite grab Jinx and throw her onto his back which she stands on by holding onto one of his dorsal spines. Sona hovers in the middle of your group casting another celerity spell aiding in your chase out of the bar.

The five of you crash out of the back exit onto a derelict alleyway the sound of the fight inside pouring out with you. Jinx is whooping from excitement while Yasuo urges your group to keep running. "Go! Go! GO!"

Behind you as you run is the chasing fleet of the leftover armada with Kayn leading the front. He pursues your group, determined as he pushes his muscular body to close the space between you with each powerful stride.

Jinx, while perched on Malphite's back, fires at Kayn and his army. Some managed to hit the locus armada, picking them off so they fall and trip up their comrades. Yet, no matter how many times she blasted pow-pow or, fishbones, Kayn always dodged each one, flexing his body to twist and roll to avoid each shot. "So cool" murmurs Jinx with a slight blush on her cheeks while she continues to fire at Kayn.

You continue to sprint through the streets of Buildporter, towards the main docking station for ships. The poor space lizard on Yasuo's shoulder bounces violently, its large head bobbing with each stride the space pirate takes. There are many ships ported here, including the unnecessarily large mother ship of Kayns Locus armada, you continue to run past these spaceships further and further from the central area of the port. Looks like Jinx landed their ship somewhere a bit more discreet.

Finally, you rapidly approach what you assume is the morning star, it too is a rather large jasmine yellow and turquoise ship. Yasuo hurries you and the others onboard taking the position at the command center while Jinx throws herself into the pilot's seat, engaging the thrusters onto full blast. You press yourself against the orange windows peaking down onto the port below where you can make out the tiny figures of Kayn and the armada closing in on your ship quickly shrinking smaller as the morning star takes off out of orbit. A faint whisper echoes in your head as you leave "We'll talk later"

And that's how you ended up running away with the Morning Star. Sighing in relief you relax a little seated next to Sona who quietly watches you. You take a moment to look around the interior of the room, the walls were decorated with an abundance of fairy light strings that draped over various bottles mounted on the wall with tiny ships inside along with varying sizes of framed photos, it was made to look cozy and personalised to the team. Yasuo, Jinx and Malphite eventually join you on the red circular couch.

"You guys have a really nice ship" you admire. Earning a smug smirk from Yasuo. "Thanks! We stole it ourselves!" Jinx chimes in. Sona shakes her head in disappointment. Jinx excitedly recounts the story of how everyone met.

As it turns out Yasuo was once a premiere body guard for celebrities and imperial dignities, living a life of luxury among the superstructures and gleaming lights of the largest metropolis in the coreworlds-

"I was, and still am a Talented, Handsome man also" Yasuo's says, butting in which made you roll your eyes.

Jinx used to work for a deep space mining operation, unsurprisingly her destructive tendencies got her fired after somehow managing to crack the asteroid she was on by herself ultimately ending with herself getting fired.

As it turns out, the giant blue alien Malphite has a heart of gold (and a bit of a temper problem). He and Jinx worked together in the same team at a mining operation, Jinx was the explosives technician and Malphite oversaw their drilling team. You assumed Malphite didn't speak, up till now all you had seen him do was perk up for a fight and happily munching on a 64 pack of horse chicken nuggets and chaos zone sauce.

However Malphite does in fact speak, in short simple and slow sentences but he can speak it none the less. You feel a little guilty and ashamed for assuming he couldn't because he reminded you of a gorilla. Sure he wasn't a Winston in terms of communication but he surely was impressive in other ways.

Before working in the mines, Malphites dream was to be an internal medic. But medical school was expensive, so he worked hard both as a miner and as a pit boss of the fighting rings held afterwork to save half his pay checks towards that.

Unfortunately after meeting Jinx, Malphite would use all of his earnings to replace the equipment she constantly destroyed. He didn't mind though because the two of them had developed a deep friendship and were the bestest of buddies.

Yasuo took over the story telling again to explain one day he was framed for the murder of his brother, and after being of the run for so long Demaxian enforcers and rogue agents alike finally closed in on him. So that's when he picked up a couple of down-and-out lunatics at a local bar, hijacked a ship, and ran.

They've been on the run ever since with Sona recently joining their rag tag crew, apparently she sought out Yasuo directly hoping to avert an unknown disaster that will destroy all of creation.

You interject. "Wait what? The universe is ending?"

Part five: is here!

[rubykgrant]

(The Freelancers are just there and OK, don’t worry about it, everybody is alive and friends in this scenario, it’s fine)

-Florida makes everybody Uncomfortable... plus, he and Sarge start this REALLY awkward flirt-fight thing, where maybe they’re dating Romeo/Juliet/forbidden-love-style, maybe they also wanna stab each other, maybe both (this is the equivalent of two single dads that get together, and it embarrasses the heck of the kids “Gross! Old people love”)

-Florida also keeps halfway flirting with Church (like maybe not, but also kinda yes) in his very specific creepy way, and Church is just like “Uh... no thank you???”, and then Sarge calls him a home-wrecker

-York vibes with Grif, and keeps helping him rig snack machines to spill free goodies. Also, he intentionally sets-up Donut to say all kinds of innuendos. York totally encourages the bad puns and double-entendres (if it makes everybody else groan, that means he won)

-Flowers and Donut are a whole SPECTACLE for the others to hear

-South and Kai become this unstoppable FORCE OF CHAOS, and their bros are over there begging them to be normal for 5 minutes

-South also gets along with Donut, she likes that he knows all the drama, and he likes how mean-funny she is

-North and York both LOVE being overly-supportive of Wash, he’ll be doing something normal like getting a bowl of cereal or whatever, and they’ll be cheering “Look at our boy gooooo!” etc like embarrassing parents at a soccer game

-Wash loves hanging out with the Triplets again, and people start calling them the Quartet

-Everybody gave Wyoming the silent treatment for almost 2 whole months, which drove him crazy

-When they finally acknowledged his existence, he started having all kinds of arguments with Sarge (it is a nightmare to listen to them; Sarge is a yee-haw and Wyoming is like the evil-version of Bert from Mary Poppins)

-Other people keep taking the “Grifshot” and hiding it somewhere Maine can find find it, and he ALWAYS gives it back to Grif... who is like a timid little bunny rabbit in that situation

-Maine will also just stand around and watch Tucker do stuff. Tucker feels like this is some kind of INTIMIDATION act, but Maine literally just thinks Tucker is cool

-Lopez was initially indifferent to all these extra morons he has to hang out with, but Connie actually pays attention to him and is the only one who knows how to chill, so they get along really well

-People were surprised that Tucker wasn’t immediately flirting with the new girls, but he honestly assumed that South and Connie were a couple and he was trying to be a good ally-bro (they start playing it up, and... maybe they ARE a couple???)

-He DID try to hit on Ohio, which everybody thought was hilarious

-Kai is less subtle; who’s single and what are you into?

-Iowa for some reason decided Simmons is the coolest dude and always wants to know what he’s doing and help with projects (he messes things up a lot, but Simmons enjoys the attention)

-Idaho is a naturally good helper for Doc, they both like assisting with bandages and what-not, and they’re both “list-makers” (they make categories and lists for everything, from important supplies, to favorite movies). Idaho also is a great friend to O’Malley; whenever he speaks up, Idaho instantly plays up the role of “evil assistant” and goes along with the bit (they don’t do anything actually “bad”, they just like. sneak all the ice cream and them blame it on somebody else)

-Grif and Simmons get really into playing word-games with the Triplets, they have endless conversations about nonsense

-Carolina had to try REALLY hard to convince them “No seriously guys, I can relax now!”

-Tex, Carolina, and Church have their own weird little dysfunctional-family thing going on; whenever they get snippy with each other, he tries to be the peace-maker, and it ticks them both off. If they ignore him for too long, he starts bothering them until they finally crack to yell at him (and that means success). Sometimes Carolina and Tex will whisper to each other while glancing at Church and giggling, so he KNOWS they’re talking about HIM, but when he asks they just go “Nothing~”. Carolina is a total enabler when it comes to Church mouthing-off to somebody (she just encourages him to rant more). Tex will throw Church over he shoulder like a sack of potatoes sometimes and just walk away with him. He likes it

-Tex just kind of decided that Locus is going to be her friend, and while he doesn’t understand why she even likes him, he enjoys her company (still thinks he doesn’t “deserve friendship”, but he’s getting better). They like going to events like motorcycle races together

-Whenever Caboose asks a question, North takes the time to explain stuff to him (so does York, but York doesn’t know what the fudge he’s talking about and just makes stuff up. not in a mean-lying-way, he’s just a dink)

-Iowa and Caboose will wander off to look at rocks or whatever, but also just have a whole ADVENTURE (they might have accidentally gone to Narnia at one point)

-Kai and York are united in a “f*ck the law” attitude, and will engage in some “creative vandalism” from time to time (they wreck advertisements all over the place)

-Doc and Maine hung out together for several days before even discussing stuff about O’Malley and the Meta... nobody is entirely sure what was said (which is fine if they want to keep it private), and this seems to have resulted in Doc having absolutely NO fear of Maine (even when other people still get intimidated), and Maine has all these inside-jokes with O’Malley

-Sarge called dibs on Maine, South, and York. He truly feels like they are integral to some kind of grand scheme that makes no sense to anybody else. Maine is fine with it, he likes the Reds. South immediately jumps on the SUCK IT BLUES band-wagon (because guess which side her bro got absorbed into). York hams it up, like woe is me, I am on the opposing side of a feud from my dear friends, knowing full well this does not matter

-Locus is one of the few people who kinda just has default respect for Flowers? It seems as if he genuinely doesn’t notice how weird Flowers is (he does, Locus just likes the way this messes with everybody else). Meanwhile, Flowers is at least nice enough to avoid giving Locus “orders”, and instead invite him to join activities like baking or knitting/crochet

-South scares Simmons to death, she’s everything that terrified him about Carolina times a thousand, but she loves listening to him when he snaps and gets all uppity

-Tex and Connie have their own chill moments together, kind of reconnecting their friendship, and sharing stuff they have in common (they like similar books and what-not)

-North started having a whole control-trip, not intentionally trying to be a jerk exactly, but he doesn’t know how to NOT be the one who takes care of everybody else, and if nobody listens to him, he kinda has a panic attack and becomes insufferable... as a result, Tucker gets into arguments with North, kind of a LOT. They don’t “hate” each other or anything, but North makes a lot of incorrect assumptions about how immature Tucker acts (not fully realizing how capable and clever Tucker can be), so Tucker feels the need to one-up North and take him down a notch. Tucker finally made North see there are different ways to care for people. They eventually are on better terms, and can jokingly argue without it being a whole thing, because North genuinely respects Tucker

-When Maine seems to be getting especially “isolated”, it’s actually Locus who knows how to gently approach him and pull the guy into a different train of thought (both having once felt like they were “just weapons”, and learning how to be people again). Maine returns the favor, but with a different method; when Locus is in a self-destructive and depressed mood, Maine will just pick him up, then go pick up somebody else, like Wash or Caboose or whoever might be right for the moment, and they have a Friendship Adventure (which usually involves watching cartoons)

-Kai gets all the ladies together for a PARTY NIGHT! Sometimes it’s just them staying in, eating their favorite food and watching TV, sometimes it’s going to a club for dancing, sometimes they have an entire action movie adventure that results in a show-down with some bad guys at an abandoned amusement park. You know, fun stuff

-Connie and Wash like going out for friend lunches together, they enjoy a lot of the same kinds of food. They also both dress like dads on vacation to the beach, and will complete the fun with bowling

-York doesn’t get totally DRUNK like he used to, but he’ll get a bit buzzed occasionally, and while he’s up for hanging out with anybody, his favorite person to be around like that is Lopez. The robot might sound “stoic”, but he’s clearly amused by loopy York... who speaks Spanish, and catches all the funny comments Lopez makes (Lopez will also help steer York when they walk around so he doesn’t trip and fall)

-Church personally gives Wyoming a reality-check whenever the guy gets too full of himself, and it’s weirdly not with his usual explosive fury of swears; it will be very quiet and kind of chilling. Wyoming is genuinely unnerved, and tries in vain to win Church over with compliments (Simmons calls him a loser and a suck-up). Doc joins in, being a mean little smart-mouth with Church

-Ohio is the only one who isn’t afraid of Carolina’s hyper competitiveness when it comes to video games, they’re BOTH super headstrong about playing

[standardfriends]

you melt up my body 🍨

Word Count: 2.2k || Kim Junkyu x Fem. Reader || Tags: Smut, Daddy Kink, Degradation, Food Innuendos/References, Angst, Established Relationship, Toxic Pranks, Fem Petnames (Baby Girl, Princess), Mention of Safe Word

Junkyu arrives at home after a long day at his part time job. It's just a basic gig at a ice cream shop but it covers his half of the rent so it's enough for him. However it also happens to be the same day college acceptance letters came in the mail. You and Junkyu prank each other a lot, for instance on your birthday he pretended he had forgotten, after you finally came out of your room from crying for hours he and your friends jumped out to surprise you with ice cream cake, your favorite, and gifts. Or on Christmas you both had the idea of pretending to get each other coal, however once you both started opening gifts that fell through immediately. You decide to get him again today and make him think he didn't get into his first choice. Was it a little cruel? Well yes, but you know he's smart enough to eventually figure out you're lying out of your ass, he's not as oblivious as you. If falling for this prank would fall under being oblivious that is. Walking into the kitchen he finds you on the counter shuffling through the mail as you usually do and doesn’t think much of it.

"Hey baby, how have you been today." Leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips earning a giggle from you. "I've been ok guess what came in the mail today~" you say gleefully, causing Junkyu to instantly grab at the envelopes in your hand. He furiously shuffles, once, twice, and three times. Only to realize that the one he was looking forward to the most isn't there, this had to be a joke right. A soft chuckle escapes him, "None from Princeton? Are you sure.." he tries his best to coat his words with calm unlike the anxiety racing in his mind. You put on the biggest sad puppy eyes as your boyfriend's eyebrows continue to furrow in confusion, "I checked the back of the mailbox & asked the mail man baby I'm sorry..." His mind just goes blank, his eyes filled with an empty dark stare.

He did everything perfectly, he was valedictorian, he was on several varsity sports, was the leader of the lite music club, and even did volunteer work on top of working. He can't help but be overcome with despair, how could this happen, why him, he did everything needed and more so why? "I mean, I didn't want you to go off and leave me here, it's too far anyways." You continue with the prank and try to gauge his reaction, he's looking down at the letters in his hands intently so you can't see his face. That giggle was just his final straw, it felt like the person he expected to understand his depression the most was mocking him. It was eating him alive. "Are you fucking dumb?" He finally looks you in the eyes, your smile has never dropped faster. His eyebrows furrow jaw quivering with rage. "You out of everyone should know how long I've been wanting to go to this school. And yet you have the audacity to sit here and laugh. It's funny to you because what? You didn't want to be lonely for a little bit while I literally complete one of my life goals. I feel like I just wasted four years of my life for nothing and you're laughing." He scoffs he cant believe it you are so fucking selfish. As he continues to chew you out you struggle to hold back tears, you just want to tell him it was a joke. You can't stand it when he yells, it's like he's a whole different person. You know you've gone too far, you actually hurt him this time.

He's spent up all his energy being angry at this point so he can do nothing but turn and face the cold marble counters. Tears streaming from his eyes, life is just so shitty and cruel he cant stand it. He put so much effort for it to all be a waste, like an idiot, and that his whole life he was lied to. You try to compose yourself, you knew this was important but you didn't realize this prank would lead to you feeling like the biggest asshole ever. To restore some hope to his now crushed dreams you grab his letter from under you, you bring it into his teary vision, knowing it was time to come clean. "Congrats on getting in baby! I'm so proud of you..." It takes him a second to process what you said through your strained voice yet he grips the small paper packet from you and starts sobbing with relief. He turns to look at you and hugs you deeply. Mumbling thank you, thank god, thank you, thank you, thank you.' And you sit there crying with him until he calms down.

Usually after pranks like this he immediately buries his head into the crook of your neck and asks if you want to get your shared favorite creamy dessert but today something is different. He simply wipes his face while smirking and giggling to himself, when he finally looks into your glassy brown eyes. "So you think it's funny to mess with my feelings princess?" Huh? Princess-Where did that come from? Junkyu thinks that'd be too easy, you toyed with him a lot today, he has to get his lick back somehow. "Don't act like you don't know what I mean baby..." He inches his face closer to you till you can feel his steaming breath on your lips. "Seems like you need to be taught a lesson." Without taking your eyes away from his intent gaze on your lips you sharply inhale. You definitely get the memo when swiftly you are on the counter again your shorts ripped off your legs in record time. This is not how you saw this prank going at all but you can't say you're complaining.

Junkyu crashes his lips against yours desperate to prod your mouth open with his tongue, fiercely fighting for control. You can tell he's irritated enough and give in without a fight, you're too focused trying to keep up with his aggressive nature that you forget to breathe.

While your lips are starting to swell he pushes your panties to the side, looking like a rabid dog starved for days. "What a little slut how are you already so wet? Getting so needy from me being mean to you." You trace the lines of his hands with your eyes as he glides his fingers against your folds. His gaze is completely enamored by your, it's as if your a popsicle melting in the sun. His gaze burning holes into you while also making you more desperate. He loves dominating you watching you twitch at how antagonizing his motions are. He then lowers his head and licks his flat tongue against your dripping core making you melt in his hand. "This cunt tastes so good, so good just for me babygirl." he says staring deep into your eyes, he's so cocky. Only he could have you on the kitchen counter sensitive to his every touch. "I'll teach you to trick me again you cock hungry slut." Junkyu degrading you was different but god did it make your thighs press together (which he pried open of course) you were going to take his punishment like the dumb bitch you are.

Giving no time to adjust he sticks two fingers in the pain making you hitch your breath he just smirks and clicks his tongue. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, focusing hard on your walls clenching around his digits, while curling his tongue to flick your sensitive bud. You bite your lips trying to suppress your mewls and moans. God does he make it hard it's been less than a minute and yet he's hitting your g-spot so consistently he knows the insides and outs of your body better than you do sometimes. Junkyu being attentive as he is sharply takes notice, "You had no problem being a little brat earlier giggling while making me panic babygirl, daddy wants to hear every noise when he makes you cream on his fingers." You try to ignore him as you don't wan't all the neighbors to know that your boyfriend is fucking you dumb but he doesn't care. Misbehaving earned you a nice red mark on your thigh, it only made him more unrelenting. You try so hard to keep your composure but the way he's giving so much friction to your clit you can't help but grab his hair and push him away. Groaning when he quickly ceases "Ah Ah princess hands on the counter you're gonna take the punishment I give you." You end up trying to dig your nails into the counter only to have your grip fail you every single time. Junkyu finds you struggling under him so amusing, this is the person that tried to mess with him 10 minutes ago and now you're a moaning mess, begging him to give your poor pussy a break, how pathetic.

He rests his arm behind your back as your moans get louder and intensify, watching your strength and resistance weakening. "Junkyu—mmm I-I'm so—mm—" You try so hard to let him know but he's distracted, pounding into you unrelentingly. With every motion his palm hits your pussy rhythmically and sending shocks through your bud you didn't know were possible. Within seconds you release onto his finger shaking from the immense release washing over your body. It was like a mind numbing brain freeze of pure ecstasy. Whatever, Junkyu keeps going, "Stop closing your legs you cock drunk whore you know this what you deserve. Too bad you were being a stupid brat now daddy's gonna fuck your pretty little cunt until his fingers cramp." If there's one thing Junkyu doesn't do it's empty promises, your resistance if anything makes him rougher more aggressive than ever. Between your overstimulated moans and shaking all you can manage is "Junkyu please—stop! Daddy too much—Ah I can't! Please Junkyu—" He does nothing but continue to stare at your reactions, him biting his lip watching your eyes roll to the back of your head, he's so smug knowing that he's making you feel this way. You're his pretty little sex doll, no one else controls you like this, only him. Junkyu starts curling his fingers more, as overwhelming as it is he sure knows how to use his hands. "Daddy please it hurts, Junkyu it's too much I'm sorry please stop" you choke between tears the feeling has engulfed you, your legs are twitching and numb all you can do is hear the squelching of his hands rhythmically going in and out. "You should've thought about that earlier slut, and don't act like you're not enjoying this princess you haven't said our safe word once." It's like he scooped you out and ate you up, there's nothing you could hide from him. Junkyu ramming into your pussy over and over again until you can only think of him turns you on so much.

You quickly reach your second, third, and fourth orgasm. Around your incoming fifth orgasm he starts to burn up taking off his shirt to reveal his tonedd chest. Seeing you fully slutted out, cock drunk, and vulnerable for him just motivates him to keep going. As much as he'd like to keep up this "punishment" the tent in his pants has other ideas. "Fuck baby you keeping cumming and squirting for daddy think you got another one in you?" he unzips a bit to palm himself through his underwear. He's trying so hard to not be so needy, that's what you are, his vulnerable needy little fuck toy who is giving him such a show. But he couldn't help it hearing you yell his name, begging him, calling him daddy like the little slut you are how could he not get turned on. "Sorry daddy needs to feel all of you, Im gonna fill up your tight little cunt so good princess." You moan out in a dazed state, you couldn't even properly respond cause next thing you know his cock thrusts into you without warning. "Taking me in...so good baby, fuck!" His pace is so fast the room is filled with wet lewd noises and clapping of skin. Between your bodies is a mixture of so many different emotions and feelings. It drives him crazy feeling your walls clench and suck him in so well. He'd usually try and last longer but you just feel so good, he can feel everything it's as if he's on cloud nine. Only you could take him in so we'll, it was like you were made for him.

"I'm cumming baby girl, daddy's gonna fill up his pretty little toy with his seed." His pace starts to slow down you reaching your limit as well. Finally he releases into you with one last thrust and he circles your bud helping you both ride out your highs. Not moving an inch to make sure that not a drop of cum leaks out.You stay there for a while, pressing your sweaty heads together through the silence of your breaths. Even when Junkyu finally does pull out he pushes all his seed right back into you as if it's a precious homemade recipe. After finally wiping you down and helping you off the counter, that's when he goes back to your normal loving boyfriend. Asking you, "Let's go get some ice cream, hmm?"

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[no-thoughts-only-soup]

To Secure/Risk it all

Chapter 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

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They were running. Running and shooting. Running and shooting while Curt narrated it all.

“Christian shoots the three guards in front of us while Den chucks a knife at the guy coming from the right, and Ivan— SHIT!”

Curt ducked around the corner, bullets blazing past where he’d been a second ago.

Fuck, this was harder than he thought. Then again, usually when he was narrating there was no pressure or incoming danger, much less running around. This was far worse than a regular scenario. Simply narrating the enemies away didn’t work either; turns out that outside interference wasn’t controllable like their made-up mooks they usually sicced on each other. And that meant no Thanos-snapping them away. The only thing he could do was use his power to allow his friends to go on a killing spree.

“Curt? A bit of help here!” Ivan shouted, pointing at another set of guards running towards them.

Pushing aside his thoughts, Curt focused. “Ivan shoots the first guy, he explodes and takes out the rest.”

Ivan did, but then immediately turned around and frowned at Curt. “Wait how? Do the guards here just carry explosives around or something?”

Christian laughed heartily. “We’re literally getting shot at and Ivan’s all like ‘wait that’s not realistic’.”

“Wait, wait! Can I have a bazooka?” Kristine loudly asked.

“Fuck it, sure. Kristine pulls out a bazooka and blasts the guys Ivan shot at; making them explode.”

“YEAAHHHHHHH!” She whooped as a large bazooka materialized in her hands and then took a shot at more guards.

“Now we’re talking.” Den smirked. “Gimme me one next.”

Before he could, though, Den’s eyes widened and she suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling him around the corner. Christian took down a few more guards and they all started running again.

Damn, he really should’ve let Den narrate. Not only did he continuously have to narrate everything to keep their powers working, but he and Kristine were the only ones with any knowledge of the facility’s layout. And Kristine was too busy playing shooting gallery with the guards. Meaning he was the only one to guide them at the moment.

“Den, uh, mows down the guys in front, Ivan takes — oh god — down the ones from the right. Kristine — shit — blasts behind her—“

Suddenly, Christian and Ivan pushed him down behind a few conveniently placed crates — and bullets rained above them.

“Yo Curt, got a plan?” Christian yelled above the loud noises. “Cuz I doubt we’re gonna make it running around like this!”

Curt hissed as a bullet flew by a bit too close for his liking. “Front gate gotta be packed, but I was hoping to get to the garage anyways. If we can get a truck…”

“Curt, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re getting pinched from all sides here!” Ivan snarkily remarked, arms coiled around his gun. Not that there was an opening to shoot back.

“Kristine, if I focus on keeping us alive, can you guide us to the garage?” Curt asked her, pressing himself down to the ground as the wall behind them slowly started whittling down, showering them with bits of brick, plaster and other kinds of debris. “You also know where the garage is, right?”

Kristine stared blankly at him. “Uhhhhhh…”

“KRISTINE!”

Christian cut between the two of them. “Ok, not to be a party pooper, but even if we do that, we don’t know if they’re guarding that too. We could be walking into an ambush for all we know.”

Curt paused, thought, and sighed. “You’re right. We’ve got no clue on where to go. Ugh, if only one of us could scout ahead, but they’d get shot instantly…”

Suddenly, Den waved her arm, grabbing their attention, all while smiling widely. “Wait, wait! Let me stab Ivan!”

“Den! Now’s not the time!” Ivan protested. “Can you pause your murder hobo tendencies for one second?”

“No, no, I actually have a good reason this time!” Den grinned, waiting in her explanation for Christian and Kristine to finish firing back at the guards when they reloaded, and finally returning to save cover. “If one of us dies in a scenario, they become a ghost, right? So if I kill Ivan, he can go through the walls and scout ahead!”

They all paused, letting the words sink in. And then they fell into a cacophony of agreements.

“Wait, actually…”

“YES! YES!”

“Oh damn, she’s cooking.”

It even swayed Ivan’s stance as he shuffled closer to her. “Alright, not gonna lie, that’s a good argument. Ok, stab me Den. Stab me like one of your French girls.”

And as they all giggled, an idea popped into Curt’s head, and he smiled devilishly.

“Actually, wait.” He interrupted them. “I’ve got a better idea…”

Ivan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

Curt grinned, and he could almost see the chill running up Ivan’s spine. “Remember how you saw SCP-096’s — the Shy Guy’s — face? Which triggers him?”

Ivan was silent for a whole 5 seconds, slowly processing what Curt said. Until it clicked.

“Oh wait, OH SHIT!”

“Close your eyes!” Curt yelled at the rest of them as his squeezed his eyes shut. “The Shy Guy bursts through the wall…”

And just as he said, there was a large noise as the wall behind them practically blew up, and Ivan screamed.

Ivan’s gonna kill me later for this. “…And KILLS Ivan!”

His words were followed by an inhuman screech. A second later, a bloodcurdling and sickening crunch of bones being violently broken. Curt could feel a warm liquid splatter onto his face. It tasted like iron.

The noises fell to a brief, chilling silence. Silence that was broken by panicked screaming and shooting a distance away. Another terrifying screech, and just like Curt predicted, the squad of guards that had been firing at them were audibly slaughtered.

But he still kept his eyes closed. He still couldn’t risk it. And he kept them closed as the sounds of the beast slowly started getting farther and farther away.

Ivan’s voice rang out. “You guys can look, it’s gone.”

And while it was an exercise of trust, Curt did indeed open his eyes. And winched upon seeing Ivan’s mangled corpse.

“Damn he really did a number on ya.” Christian offhandedly remarked, though Curt could sense the shock creeping in his voice.

“Yeah, I need to step up my stabbing game after this.” Den noted, eyes wide.

“Wait,” Kristine suddenly piped up “if we all turn into ghosts, why don’t we just kill each other and float out of here?”

Curt winced. He had thought about that option. Ever since he found out about the truth. It seemed like a good idea. But there was an issue…

“We don’t know how the resurrection works exactly. We come back to life, yeah, but what if that means we return to our bodies? If we leave them behind, that just means we’re literally handing ourselves to the foundation.”

Christian groaned. “Aw man, that means we gotta drag Ivan’s corpse around.”

Den chuckled. “He’s literally dead weight.”

They all laughed at that, and although they couldn’t tell because of the sunglasses, they knew Ivan was rolling his eyes at them. “Whatever, not my problem anymore.”

Curt rolled his eyes back at him. “Go scout already.”

And Ivan huffed for a split second before flying through the wall. Curt narrated how they stuffed Ivan’s corpse into a backpack (a pink one with rainbows, of course) which Den volunteered to carry. Curt noted how the weight of a whole body didn’t seem to hinder her, until he reminded himself of the reality warping powers and put it to rest.

The sounds of footsteps suddenly got louder, and they booked it.

It would have been nice if Ivan could warn them ahead, Curt mused. But it was more important to know whether or not there was an escape route.

“Just how big is this place?” Den complained as she turned yet another corner.

“To be honest I never paid any attention to the map.” Kristine confessed. She briefly turned around and shot one of the guards that were chasing after them.

Christian copied her. “Curt?”

“I dunno man,” Curt panted as he tried to work out the best route “I’m starting to think they gave me a false map.”

“And why are there so many guards!?” Kristine yelled as the two she shot were quickly replaced. “Seriously I don’t remember there being this many!”

“Let’s focus on surviving until Ivan returns!” Curt half-yelled, though in the back of his mind, a small voice wondered if they could.

They were suddenly stopped when a broadcast screen lightened up. It showed a bit of static before the screen turned white, with a single black arrow pointing down the hallway.

Curt’s brain broke for a moment, but he didn’t get time to gather himself, as Kristine grabbed his hand and pulled him to that same hallway.

“Wait!” He yelled after her. “Why are we following that?”

“Because they’re helping us, duh!” She yelled back.

Curt pulled his hand from her grasp, but he kept running with the group. “And you’re just gonna trust some random ass monitor!?”

“Well, if it’s the same person who helped us last time, we can trust them, right?” Den pointed out.

“AND WHAT IF THEY AREN’T!?” Curt yelled back. “AM I THE ONLY ONE NOT TRUSTING THIS!?”

But they still ran, and as the last word left Curt’s lips, another monitor lightened up, though this one did not display an arrow. Instead, it showed them a message:

- Curt has the right emotion, find the room that belongs to it.

Beat.

“BITCH IS THERE A DISTRUST ROOM!? ONLY SANE PERSON ROOM!?”

But Christian and Den looked at each other. “Panic room.” They nodded.

And Curt… sighed. “Well, you’re not wrong…”

“Besides,” Christian smirked, “you really think we’re gonna get anywhere with Kristine at the front and Ivan scouting ahead.”

“Hey!”

“Nah, you got a point.” Curt conceded, also realizing everyone was getting tired. “Alright, you know the way Kristine?”

“Yes! I know some things you know!”

And they laughed as they ran, Kristine guiding them. Something tugged in the back of Curt’s mind, but it was to preoccupied by keeping everyone alive to see what it was. Only when they neared the panic room was it that Curt mentally paused, and his eyes widened.

“Guys, wait! We can’t go in! If we do we’ll be trapped like-“

But they already barged inside, dragging Curt with them, Den slamming the door shut the second everyone was in.

“…rats.” Curt sighed.

A ghostly form took their attention, shrugging. “Well, all the exits are packed, so we’re stuck here anyways.” Ivan noted. Although he said it nonchalantly, there was an tense undertone in his voice.

Kristine raised an eyebrow. “You got here quick.”

“Remember the same weirdo from the last SCP shenanigans? They told me to come to the panic room.”

“And they didn’t use a riddle?” Den questioned, until the obvious zinger got her to grin.

Christian beat her to the punch. “Of course not, Ivan wouldn’t have figured that shit out!”

Kristine and Den laughed with Christian, with Ivan pouting at them. Even Curt could feel a chuckle bubbling up from his throat, but the severity of the situation prevented him from laughing outright. They were trapped. At any moment, the foundation, no, Snee and his goons would figure out where they were. They were ripe for picking.

At that moment, just in time to stop him from having another panic attack, one of the computer screens lit up. And before their eyes, words were typed on the screen.

- Good! You’re all here!

“Dude, who even are you?” Ivan asked. “Are you with the foundation or not?”

The computer screen trilled unexpectedly, almost reminiscent of laughter.

- Come on Ivan, I know you’re not the smartest ಥ‿ಥ

The emoji caught Curt off guard, but the person started typing again.

- But did you really forget about me that quickly? (✪㉨✪)

And it hit Curt like a truck.

…No. It’s impossible.

“…Chilly?”

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Note: I don't end chapters based on word count. I end them on how much of punch the cliffhanger is.

[stickytrigger69]

Fluff of poly breakdown and knockout reuniting with s/o reader who they thought was offlined but surprise reader is alive

Poly Breakdown and Knockout x GN Cybertronian Reader

Reader is gender neutral

Bot instead of mech or femme

Readers' frame type, paint job, etc, are unspecified.

Reader is hinted at being somewhere in between the two in terms of height (just cause it's cute that way lol)

Reader is in a polygamous relationship with Knockout and Breakdown.

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There is a long list of bots that have gone missing and been offlined during the war. Since even the beginning, both factions started losing troops to the unknown. And though the list is long, many know that it should be longer, so many others have been completely forgotten, they just don't exist anymore. That almost happened to you. Everyone almost forgot your name and frame type, believing that you were utterly obliterated. But there are two mech who think about you constantly and want you to return to them, they know you will even if wveryone says theyre delusional.

Their berth is comfortable and warm as they lay together. They don't even have to talk to enjoy each other's company. Even without words, they both know and feel that something is missing, though. That something was a special someone, a gorgeous bot that got as much as they gave, and they gave a lot. With a deep sigh, Knockout got closer to Breakdown, holding onto him tighter. The weather on this bipolar planet is gloomy today, cloudy with the promise of rain and lightning.

And it does nothing but add to their moment. After the loss of their third, the two have become closer. More worried and afraid of losing one another, the loneliness they both feel, the cold that they feel in your place is too much. To bear it alone would kill them. It would just break them down and make them crumble into a pile of rubble. So they hold each other, they hold each other so tightly sometimes it leaves paint transfers on their arms and chassis.

You made things flow, and since you've "disappeared," they've had to adapt and have, begrudgingly, built up a new routine without you. They uncomfortably work through the space you've left behind. Even now, Knockout holds onto Breakdown with a small space in between them for you to squeeze yourself into. With a small sigh, Breakdown reaches over and pulls him flush to him, closing the gap. He receives an annoyed grumble in return, but he doesn't care. No one but him can fill the space right now.

As soon as they begin to drift into recharge, the alarm blares into their audials, and the emergency lights flash red. Did the Autobots manage to make it onboard again? They both shoot up and out of the berth to start making their way down the halls to the control room. The closer they get, though, they notice vehicons scattered around the halls, they're not dead, just incapacitated. A little odd, Autobots don't seem to mind killing them unless they've just chosen to switch it up this time.

Just a few corners from the control room, they notice more cons on the floor. Just one more corner to the entrance of the control room and they see a shadow on the wall.

"Out of my way!" A stranger yells as a vehicon is thrown against the wall where their shadow rests. The door whooshes open, and the stranger wastes no time rushing in. More clanging of metal fists hitting faceplates and the occasional grunt and blaster fire. The two turn the corner to see the stranger take down the last vehicon in their way only to face off Soundwave and lose almost instantly. With a growl, they are knelt down in front of Megatron.

"You abandon me on Cybertron, and now you attack me when I should be welcome?" They hiss.

"I did not abandon you. And it is only a precaution. You did land unannounced." Megatron replies nonchalantly, earning another growl.

"I thought you'd recognize your own craft, my lord. But you just left me there! Just forgot about me!" They shout.

"All we found was a piece of your armor, there was nothing more-"

"Or so you thought! You didn't even bother looking!" That makes Megatron angry.

"There was only ash and no time to spare! It was a battlefield!" He yells, but they don't flinch.

"You knew I was alive, didn't you? Just couldn't be bothered, right?" They sound sad? "And what did you tell my partners? That I was dead? Even showed them the spot that marked my grave, didn't you? Where are they? Did you abandon them, too?" They accuse. "They're here, aren't they?" Megatron says nothing, only stares at the stranger. Halfway up the steps of the walkway, they stop to look at each other, hope in their expressions before they continue back up the stairs with newfound vigor. Eager to see this stranger.

As they come into view, it's hard to see more than just a color scheme because of Soundwave blocking their view of said stranger, but for some reason, they're oddly familiar. Megatron nods his head at the silent mech who lets you go, giving you room to stand. With the room, you lunge at him, but he grabs your shoulder, stopping you mid jump.

"Please understand, I didn't have a choice but to assume you were offlined for the greater good. To risk a whole battalion on one would be foolish. You do have a right to be angry, but know where to aim that anger." Megatrons servo tightens around your shoulder before turning you around to see Soundwave take a side step to move out of the way. Your frown dissipates and is replaced by surprise. Before you is a short red mech and a tall blue one. The room is silent, save for the sounds of pedes as the vehicons pick themselves up.

"I knew it!" Knockout shouts, causing you to flinch. "We knew it! We knew you were still functioning!" He hastily approaches you to take your servos in his and small beads of coolant in his optics. You didn't notice when coolant began building up in your own optics, but you did notice when a drop trailed down your face. You're at a loss for words, processor running low on energy as your red lover rants to you about how he knew you would find them. Megatron stands there behind you, watching with a smug face as your demeanor is weakened at the mere sight of your lovers.

A servo presses to the side of your face, cupping your cheek perfectly, and you subconsciously lean into it. A somber smile on your face as your optics flutter closed. Breakdown finally comes back into his frame and steps over to lift you both into his big arms. You laugh heartily at the sudden pressure, optics snapping open to look at his orange face. He smiles brightly at you, and without a word, he starts walking out of the control room. Your and Knockouts pedes sway with every step he takes.

"Soundwave, I want you to pay very close attention to them, (designation) doesn't seem like themself." Megatron orders when the trio are far away enough. The shorter mech beside him nods.

You've been gone way too long, it seems. The two have already made their new ways without you. Perhaps...

"(Designation)? Are you alright, sweet spark?" Breakdown asks softly.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Fine. Why?" Optics a little wider and voice a little higher than you mean for it to be, but you play it off.

"You're a little; I don't know." He shrugs at you. "I really can't say what it is, but I know something is off."

You frown and open your mouth to say something, "they're just getting used to things again. You feel out of place, don't you, love?" Knockout asks you with a small pout. You nod absent-minded. With the click of his glossa, he nods and pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on the top of your helm. You finally relax, frame slowing down after all this time. After so many years, your once tense joints and stressed lines loosen and open up. This is all you need and all that you've wanted. Always having been the physical type with your lovers, wanting their digits or servo intertwined with your own.

You let out a deep exvent, and Knockout hums approvingly. You sit there against Knockout, listening to his familiar frame him and Whirl with life. Breakdown watches and notices Knockout shift and brace his pedes on the floor. "Did they?" He asks. Knockout looks at him with a smile.

"They did. Help me move them, please." He pecks Breakdowns lips when he gets close enough to look at your face. Such a tired little face, he looks at every inch of your faceplate, dedicating the sight to his memory, he was scared he had been forgetting what you looked like but he still remembers. When he's satisfied, he stands tall and lifts you up off Knockout's chest with a small huff.

"They feel lighter." He states flatly only for the short red mech to hum in agreement. He looks down at him to see him staring at you.

"I've really missed them. I missed them so much. We won't let them disappear this time. We can't." He looks up into orange optics with a seriousness that would make most anyone shrink away. "Even if we have to put a leash-backpack-thing that human bitlets use, then so be it. But we can not let them out of our sight." He threatens before turning towards the berth. With a shiver and a light chuckle, Breakdown follows. Thank Primus you weren't awake to hear that, or you would have started fighting with the cherry red mech. Though he has kissed the sassy bickering, it's far too early in your return for an argument.

Later in the night, you wake up between them. 'When did I fall into recharge?' You muse. You lay there in thought, feeling their frames against your own. 'I'm never letting them out of my sight again, I'm staying with them even if it angers them' you settle your mind on that. Agreeing with yourself that you'll never leave their sides again.

"You're thinking too loud, go back to sleep." Knockout mumbles and presses his face into your neck. You turn towards him slightly but then settle back down with a hum. "Why do you feel so funny?" He inquires, "Just relax, would you? Stop overthinking."

"You don't have to worry," Breakdown stretches with a groan, "We're not going anywhere. Okay?"

"Okay." You whisper with a tired smile, your worries ebb away with their constant reassurance. You're happier, more comfortable than you've been in centuries, and it's because of these two mechs that have been missing for so long.

[moonshynecybin]

princess bride rosquez au you say....

omg yes deranged post incoming

hmm okay! so marc is like a farm boy/horse racer who falls HARD for charming fellow jockey/mild local celebrity valentino rossi until he dies tragically at sea at the hands of the evil dread pirate roberts. marc has to marry some nasty prince humperdinck in order to provide for his family but especially alex and is like. cartoonishly miserable about it… very pinched and wooden. frozen smile but brave face for alex... anyways he is out on one of his horse rides (the only time he doesn’t want to DIE.) and gets kidnapped by hmmm. see this is tough bc i think jorge/dani would make the most sense as the inigo montoya/fezzik role but the academy boys writ large would make me laugh the most as like a motley crew of unwitting ruffians. obvs not one-to-one so you decide!

anyways the dread pirate roberts (man with little earring and terrible sideburns. who could it be) comes after marc and rescues him (beats pecco, bezz, and cele’s ASS at swordplay all at once but is nice about it. coaching them on footwork lmaoo.) (max biaggi battle of wits poison goblet scene sorry to mr biaggi) but he’s is like. super pissy about marc’s decision to get married and stop riding. like kind of pointedly mean about it. VERY personal says some shit like i wonder if you were ever a fan of valentino rossi at all, if you gave it all up so easily, hmm?? anyways marc voice YOU MOCK MY PAIN. and then pushes vale down a hill. which is when he starts yelling AAAASS YOUUUU WISHHHH or some other cheeky inside joke equivalent and marc realizes he’s alive and throws himself down that hill after him zero hesitation.

but crucially!!!! i don’t think they reconcile instantly and perfectly like they do in the film. marc is really hurt vale didnt come back to him and vale is SAUR mad about marc “moving on.” like yes the mechanisms of the plot progress like they do in the movie with them risking it all for each other and marc getting sent back to humperdinck and being soooo despondent and vale breaking into the castle to rescue him (again, whichever mental image of pedrenzo or the academy boys with him you so choose here) but there’s a crazy undercurrent of tension that doesn’t get resolved until a bit later when they fuck NASTY with vale like. ripping marc’s light blue silk princey wedding outfit off of him and scattering his pretty jewels on the floor as he sucks on his tongue. and then they ride off into the sunset together :)

ALSO: the mental image of the academy boys/pedrenzo bringing vale’s post comical torture-machine dead body to a hermit miracle worker’s hut in the woods and it being casey stoner does just kill me. enea’s there the whole time he’s just vibing with his dog. cele has NO idea what’s going on.

[ghostscrown]

Let me introduce you to... a typical Ninjago season :

Lloyd gets kidnapped at least once

Cole adopts some traumatized kids / creatures he found in a forgotten, lonely place

Jay becomes the leader of a cult or something

Zane "dies" for the 182737492th time

Nya kicks something (or someone)

Kai runs straight into the danger powered with raw confidence and survives only by pure luck

New outfits for everyone

The animation had another glow up

Jay and Cole are paired for a mission but they have the worst influence on each other's dumbness and mess up so bad you wonder why they're still allowed to work together

Kai tries to show off but miserably fails

Lloyd thinks he's Steven Universe and tries to redeem a villain

Jay spends 99% of his screentime uncontrollably yelling

Wu reveals crazy family lore he was hiding since forever

Kai gets rejected by Skylor

Cole wants cake. Now.

Lloyd gets more daddy issues than he already had (you didn't know it was even possible)

Star Wars reference

Wth is Garmadon doing this time ?

Nya is constantly on the verge of committing murder

Kai bullies Jay

Pixal somehow manages to stay calm

Lloyd is still in his angsty teenage era except he's now a grown adult

Zane is silly, the worst things possible happen to him, then he's silly again

There's another plot hole but the lore is so crazy already no one is gonna care

Shout out to Ninjago City citizen still living here knowing their lives are in constant danger every single second they stay in this place

Nya and Jay keeps being the only healthy stable romance in the whole show

Dareth unexpectedly ends up being useful

Lloyd do the thing with his eyes when it's getting serious (you instantly start screaming)

Kai says "fiyah"

"Yep so I saw [a main character] falling of a rock so they're definitely dead." "But maybe they..." - "NOPE. THEY'RE DEAD" - "aww ok" (they are, in fact, alive)

The team yells "ninja, go !" at least once

Characters are listening to music. It's The Weekend Whip by The Fold.

Why does someone has to stay behind and why is it Zane.

"You know I'm very old I'm gonna die soon" has said Wu every single day of the past 100 years of his life

Nya builds crazy vehicles again

This is a found family trope and they want you to know it

You spotted a pride flag in the background of a 0.5 seconds action scene and you already know the homophobic fans are going to lose their minds over it again

Snakes. Snakes everywhere.

A villain has the most brutal death on screen and you wonder how th this got approved for a kid show, until the show itself makes a joke about it

"Gasp ! Are we... Gonna lose our powers ???" (no they won't)

Jay's parents are in danger

Crazy plot twist happens and you suddenly realize it's been foreshadowed every single season in the previous 10 seasons but you never paid attention to it until now

Something that happened in a previous season gets referenced and you nostalgia cry about it for a whole episode

"Omg, was that the last and final season of Ninjago ???" (no it wasn't, nothing can end this show, we'll all die way before it does, now get ready for the next arc because it's probably gonna last ten more years)

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Little Calf: Elk centaur Thranduil x newborn elk calf centaur reader.

Age: newborn. While on the way to Rivendell Thranduil and his men in counter a herd of massacred elk centaurs and meets an orphaned newborn female calf and takes her in after instantly falling in love with her. Takes place a few months after the Battle of the Five Armies.

Requested by Kelly6098 (from my old Wattpad account)

King Thranduil and the elk centaurs of Mirkwood galloped to Rivendell to discuss the new reliance and weapon trading. While galloping he was clearing his head from how lonely he was in Mirkwood since his son Legolas galloped off to find a horse centaur named strider and his foster daughter Tauriel is now living in Erebor courting the faun prince Kili after the battle but he apologized when he accepted that his son wasn't coming home and accepted that Tauriel loved Kili but he couldn't accept the loneliness he felt in Mirkwood.

As he thinks of all that's happened he is snapped out of his thoughts by one of his men Saying "My lord. There was a battle here." He said pointing to what appears to be a battle field of dead elk centaurs and orcs, by the Valar it was brutal looking body parts and cut off antlers littered the earth and there were no survivors, that is to the eyes of men "separate the bodies! Bury the elk centaurs so that they may rest but burn the orcs." Thranduil said walking around the bodies until he heard a small cry and saw a small leg kicking in the air "What in the Greenwood?" He said to himself walking over to the little survivor. Thranduil is meet with a dead cow being held by a bull probably her husband and in between them was a tiny but alive newborn calf with H/C hair and E/C colored eyes still attached to her mother, getting to his knees he gently takes the baby into his arms then one of his daggers and slices the cord from her belly button while calling two of his men to retrieve her parent's bodies.

After you are separated from your mother Thranduil gently shushes you in Sindarin making you calm down "My lord where did that child come from?" One of Thranduil's men asked looking at you in curiosity "She is the only survivor of her herd!" He said holding you in a comfortable position carful of your head. Upon your new position you snuggled into Thranduil's chest, your tiny hands curled into fists resting on his chest as you cooed making Thranduil smile as he saw Legolas within you making him feel protective of you "I will be your new father." He said keeping you close.

At Rivendell:

Thranduil is standing in front of his long time friend Lord Elrond telling him of what happened to your heard and parents and that he is adopting you "The poor thing! Barley began her life and lost so much in one day." He said placing a hand on your head making you coo at him and grab his finger but the sound of his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir bursting into the room talking ontop of each other and pointing at one another, the bickering made you fussy "BOYS." Elrond yelled making the twins flinch "I don't care who started what, but what ever happened solve it on your own like grown bulls." He said annoyedly "We have guest today." He said gesturing to Thranduil and you making the twins faces light up upon seeing you "Awwww. She's so cute." Elladan squealed at you while Elrohir nodded in agreement "Can we hold her?" They asked together "I suppose but be careful." Thranduil said placing you in Elrohir's arms who is basically fawning over you "Hello little one, what is your name?" He asked while his brother is cooing at you "Y/N! That is her name." Thranduil said thinking long and hard on what to name you the moment he held you.

Later at Mirkwood:

It's been 7 months since Thranduil had adopted you as his new daughter and you filled Mirkwood with laughter and melted his frozen heart.

Thranduil was coming out of a meeting with king Bard of Dale and King Thorin of Erebor while you stayed with your nanny who is helping you to walk.

She is holding your hand while you moved your legs and together both of you took steps, when you got the hang of it you toddled over to Thranduil who is on his knees with his arms outstretched and a smile on his face.

When you reached him he happily tosses you in the air "You did it little calf." He said tickling your tummy making you squeal of laughter "Dada." You squealed out making him sniff from tears of joy that you took your first steps and said your first word in one day "That's my little calf." He said touching his forehead on yours while Bard and Thorin smile fondly at the sweet sight before them "She has a bright future ahead of her." Thorin said while Bard nodded in agreement as Thranduil tossed you up and down as you continued to squeal from laughter.

[fierymiasma]

⸙͎۪۫ Upcoming Works ⸙͎۪۫

Here are the works that are on the docket for the next few weeks. Please feel free to drop a comment/ask and your favorite one might be moved up in the queue!

🌸Part Two of "You Look Better In Green" | Sebastian x f!MC

And You Look Fetching in Yellow

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Sebastian had gifted her his scarf. And yet, to her frustration, nothing even remotely romantic has happened between the two of them.

How was she supposed to know that she was supposed to give him something in return?

Headcanon: In which Hogwarts couples exchange clothing to signify that they're going out. Unfortunately for Sebastian, MC is new to Hogwarts.

♪ Tags: Fluff, Misunderstanding, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Teen Rom-Com, Flirting, Making Out

🌸Slight Variation of "Between" | Ominis x f!MC x Sebastian

Summary: Ominis tries to be happy for Sebastian and their new friend. Really he's happy that his two favorite people have starting seeing each other.

...It's too bad that he wasn't included.

In which Sebastian and f!MC try repeatedly to ask Ominis out, too bad he's too stubborn to see it.

"Ugh!"  She stamped her foot childishly. "Ominis's the most frustrating man alive!  Stubborn as a graphorn, always brushing us off before we have the chance to take him on a proper date."

Sebastian hummed in agreement.  "Kind of alluring though isn't it?  How he plays hard to get?"

She looked at him coyly.  "Do you think he's playing hard to get when he's yelling at us?" 

Sebastian shivered.  "Sweetheart, you have no idea the things I'm thinking of when Ominis is lecturing us at us."

Flashes of naked, pale skin.  Ominis tugging at Sebastian's hair, pulling his head back.  Long, delicate fingers digging into her throat.  Ominis raising his voice at her with that silky smooth tone.

She shivered.  "I think I might have some idea."

Sebastian shot her a very flirty look that was loaded with promise. 

🌸Part Two of "For Her Own Good" | Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: Sebastian gives MC Amorentia, so she never tries to leave him again. He instantly regrets it.

♪ Tags: Dark!Sebastian, Possessiveness, Slight Dub-con, Use of Love potions, Manipulation, Angst

🌸Punishment Fit for the Crime | Sebastian x MC

Request: Could you write a Hufflepuff's thoughts post-Solomon-dying? As the only house that sees Azkaban, I imagine they'd have a strong opinion on what to do about Sebastian

♪ Tags: Angst, Dark!Sebastian, Possessiveness, Manipulation, Angst, Angry kissing