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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 2 years

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Saviour

Pairing: Jason Todd (version unspecified) x F!Reader

Prompt: 11. “You’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

Warnings: injuries, attempted kidnapping, Jason and reader both have trauma

Word count: 2164

A/N: This ended up being longer than I expected and can be read as a follow on from my last Jason fic. But it can also be read as a standalone! Again, this is not necessarily for Titans, other Jason gifs just aren’t as good. I hope you like it!

(This is now a series and the series masterlist can be found here!)

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Jason glanced at the caller I.D. as his phone started buzzing on the wall next to him. Y/N. He pinched his eyebrows together, continuing to swing his legs over the ledge he was sat on at the top of the building, and wondered why she was calling him instead of Dick. The pair of them had started being more civil since she talked him down from his panic attack on her bathroom floor when he was injured, but they were still a far cry from actual friends. He fiddled with the clasp of his helmet where it sat in his lap as he picked up the phone and answered the call.

“Jay?”

“Yeah. Didn’t know we were on phone call terms, sweetheart.”

“There are men in my apartment.” Her voice shook and his blood ran cold as he realised she was crying. “I’m hiding, but they’re going to find me.”

He was already on his feet, pulling his helmet on and patching the call through to his display. “Stay on the call, I’m on my way.” He grappled down to the ground and jumped onto his bike in record speed. “Do you know how many there are?”

“Four, I think. I saw them on the camera. Hang on, I should be able to send you the footage.”

He wove in and out of the late night traffic, knowing she was trying to distract herself from what was happening. But sure enough, a moment later the footage showed up in the corner of his helmet’s dash.

“I got it. Do you know where they are now?” He counted down the blocks; seven, six, five, almost there.

“I think… I think they’re outside the door.” Her voice dropped so low he struggled to hear her.

“Hang on, alright, sweetheart. I’m almost there.” He pushed his bike faster, two blocks, one block…

Y/N screamed, the horrible, blood curdling kind of scream that always seemed to haunt his nightmares. He didn’t even try to pull his bike to a stop, he just let it slide across the tarmac of the road as he jumped and rolled. He ignored a man’s angry screaming about ruining his push bike and shot a grappling hook towards Y/N’s apartment window, setting a mental reminder to thank Dick for choosing to leave him here when he was injured so he knew where she lived.

He smashed straight through the window, successfully drawing the attention of all the men in the room. Y/N was putting up a hell of a fight against the man who had a hold of her, but Jason did not have a lot of time to take in the scene before the other men opened fire on him.

He ducked behind her sofa and pulled his guns from his thigh holsters. He stood and dropped two of the guys with headshots, but the other two were too close to Y/N for him to get a clean shot and one of them had a gun pressed against her temple. He took the opportunity to look her over; her lip was busted and her eye was already turning purple. The way the guy was holding her meant he couldn’t tell if she had further injuries hidden beneath her clothes, but he knew to assume there were more.

“I’ll make you guys a deal, you let the her go and I’ll kill you nice and quick, you don’t, well I think you get the gist.”

The men looked at each other and smiled, before the taller of the two spoke. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making a deal.”

He caught the movement of Y/N’s hand out of the corner of his eye. She held up three fingers and he watched as she dropped one, then another, and finally the last one. He was ready as she slammed her elbow into the stomach of the man holding her. The man doubled over. She ducked out of his grip and rolled out of the line of fire as Jason dropped to his knees and hit both men in the stomach, just below their bullet proof vests. They would bleed out slow and painfully, but he wasn’t worried about leaving a mess, this safehouse was now compromised.

He moved across the room, keeping a gun trained on the men lying on the floor, just in case they decided to move again. “Can you stand?” He held his hand out to Y/N as she nodded and pulled her up from the floor. He noticed her eyes drifting towards the men on the floor so he drew her attention back to him. ��You need to pack. Only what you need. Can you stay with Dick?”

She shook her head. “He’s helping the Justice League, I-I don’t even know here he is.”

He suddenly understood why she had called him. “Alright, you can stay at my place until I can find you a new place, okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, almost folding in on herself as her eyes drifted towards the men again.

He noticed how she was holding her left side, but decided not to mention it until they were somewhere safe. “Go pack up, I’ll keep an eye here.”

***

Y/N was shaking by the time they walked through the door of his safe house. She had managed to cram everything she needed into two duffle bags, after Jason reminded her he could replace her monitors pretty easily. He dropped the bag he was carrying on his coffee table and took the other from her before doing the same. She had folded into herself again, her arms wrapped around her middle in a poor imitation of a hug. He pulled his helmet off and stripped out of his armour as she glanced around his living room.

He felt awkward without the protection his suit and helmet provided. He was hyper aware of the fact that the first time the pair of them met was under similar circumstances, except then, he’d been the one doing the kidnapping. But at least he never laid a hand on her.

“First aid kit’s in the bathroom. Do you need any help cleaning up?” He ran a hand through his curls as she considered his offer, wishing he had made more of an effort with her when Dick suggested it.

“Please. I’m shit at first aid. That’s why I’m behind the computer.” She shot him a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

He matched it. “Bathroom’s this way.”

She grabbed the duffle bag that she had crammed her clothes and toiletries in and followed him down the hall. He pulled the light string and blinked in the artificial fluorescents. He motioned her to sit on the toilet seat as he pulled the kit out from under his sink. He pulled out what he needed and turned back to find her watching him.

He knelt down in front of her and took her chin between his thumb and index fingers, using them to position her face so the light hit the injuries. She watched him carefully as he cleaned up the cuts and he could tell she wanted to say something, but clearly didn’t know where to start. He smoothed some cream over the forming bruises and finished up with her face.

He dropped his eyes to where she was still cradling her ribs. “Can I take a look at your ribs? Just to make sure nothing’s broken.” He added when he noticed her apprehension.

“Okay.” She stood and he mimicked her.

He helped her take her hoodie off before lifting her t-shirt so he could see her ribs. “Can you hold it here?”

She did as he asked, her fingers brushing against his, sending an electric shock through his body. He mentally slapped himself before dropping his eyes to her ribs; they had already started turning purple. He poked and prodded at the area, listening to the noises she made to make an assessment.

“They’re not broken, but they’re going to be sore for a while.” He smoothed some cream over the bruise and straightened up again as she dropped her shirt back down. He handed her a pack of painkillers. “I’ll make up the sofa bed if you want to freshen up.”

She nodded and he turned to leave, but before he was out the door, she caught his hand. “Jay… Thank you.”

The look in her eye and the sincerity in her tone caused his heart to clench. He shot her a smile. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

He left her alone to get changed and walked back into the living room. He let out a breath as he started moving stuff so he could pull out the sofa bed. He was still getting used to having someone else in his space and he knew the next few days were going to be hard. But he also knew Dick would never forgive him if something happened to her while he was away, not that Jason would be able to forgive himself if he let her leave and something happened.

He turned to face her as she padded back into the room. She was wearing her hoodie again but she had changed into a pair of sleep shorts, leaving her legs bare. He had to fight to keep his gaze on her face, mentally scolding himself for acting like a Victorian man at the sight of a woman’s bare ankles, especially after just seeing most of her torso exposed.

“Do you know who they were?” She asked softly and he knew she must have heard him checking the bodies as she packed.

He nodded with a sigh. “They were from LexCorp. My guess is Luthor still wants you to pay for stealing that info.” He didn’t know what he was expecting her reaction to be, but he wasn’t expecting her to look guilty.

“I, uh, I keep tabs, on LexCorp.” She said, moving to sit on the edge of the sofa bed. “He’s trying to figure out who Superman is, and I’ve been messing with his data, making sure he doesn’t get anywhere with it. He must have noticed and tracked me down. He probably doesn’t even realise who I am.” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry, for dragging you into this.”

He sighed again and sat down next to her. “You didn’t tell anyone.”

“I was planning to tell Dick when he was back, so he could let Bruce know and Bruce could warn Clark. But I guess they found me first.” She gave him a half shrug, her fingers playing with a hole in her hoodie sleeve.

“Alright. I think you should get some sleep.” He said, standing to leave.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Her question caught him off guard and it must have shown in his face because she quickly carried on. “I-I don’t think I can sleep, at least not yet, and I… I really don’t want to be on my own.”

He let out a breath; he knew that feeling. Most of the times he had felt like that, he had no one there for him, so he was going to be damned if he left her alone. She scooted up the sofa bed and wrapped herself in a blanket as he walked around the other side and sat down. “I believe it’s your turn to pick.” He threw her the remote, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered as she shot him a smile.

He didn’t pay attention to what movie she picked; too engrossed in his own mind again. He realised he had never apologised for what he had done when they first met. “I’m sorry.”

She turned to him with a confused look, cocking her head to the side. “What for?”

“For trying to use you against Dick when we were fighting over the cowl. I never apologised for grabbing you, and now I know what happened with LexCorp, I feel even worse.” He kept his eyes trained on his hands.

“We all make mistakes. If Dick and Tim, and everyone else can forgive you after everything, I think I can too.” She smiled. “And you’re not an awful company when you’re not trying to be obnoxious and ruin my day.”

He laughed softly and matched her smile. “Right back at you, sweetheart.”

She turned her attention back to the TV and he was all too aware of the feelings beginning to form in his chest.

Part 3

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years

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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good!

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

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Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has.

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean.

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut.

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?”

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you.

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him.

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS).

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!”

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected.

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days.

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose.

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed.

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you.

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough.

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses.

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day.

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off.

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

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airi-p4 · 3 years

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Surfacing secrets

Hi! I started writing this after ‘Rocketear’ aired, but since it took me longer than expected, I added references of other episodes that aired later. I consider this a rage / spite and fix-it fic. I had to write this. For ME. Because S4 is ughh you know what I mean. Anyway, enjoy?

Warning: S4 Spoilers Post-Wishmaker, canon-divergence, Adrien/Chat Noir salt, Alya salt Summary:

Feeling he’s untrusted with secrets by Ladybug, Chat Noir starts acting selfishly, in the middle of an akuma battle, risking everything. Thankfully, a surprised Viperion is there to stop him, but his secret gets known by someone else… What will Marinette do?

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From the moment Ladybug told the team her plan, his instincts alerted his senses. And they were right, because the more Viperion used his power, the more he was convinced he was missing important context.

Something wasn't right. And what was worse- it wasn't even related to the akuma- an akuma dangerous enough for Ladybug to call him and plenty of other temporary heroes to join the battle.

No. The dangerous akuma wasn’t what was wrong… the source of the problem was...

Chat Noir.

And Viperion had been too late to notice.

He knew Chat Noir had been a superhero, Ladybug's partner from the start. He knew he was enthusiastic, brave, playful, quick to react… and, sometimes, it was true that he was too reckless, but he was a professional. And loyal.

Or so Viperion had thought.

Every second chance his convictions on his reliability were more and more shattered. First, he yelled at Ladybug, angry at her for having asked him to stay in stand by, making him feel useless. Then, he disobeyed and confronted her, amid the battle- which only led to their defeat one time after another. During one reset, he even revealed himself to her, and unlike what he expected, there wasn’t any joy in her face, only horror. Fortunately, a second chance erased those memories from their and the villain’s minds.

Viperion kept trying, continuously, to prevent Chat Noir from acting stupidly, in rampage… but the cat hero was always faster. He even successfully cataclysmed Ladybug once- and from that moment on it became personal: he wasn't going to allow anyone hurt Marinette.

Thinking back, he should have realized something was off when he let himself be hit by Wishmaker. But now it was too late for that.

The black cat superhero had to be stopped.

As soon as the second chance was activated again, Viperion finally moved fast enough to anticipate him. It took Chat Noir by surprise how Viperion suddenly grabbed his right wrist and shoved him against the wall before smashing him against the roof.

"Go with the plan!" He commanded his surprised teammates, and Ladybug decided to trust the snake superhero and carry on with the mission, despite not knowing what was going on with Chat Noir.

"What are you doing, Viperion!?" Chat growled.

"You better stop what you're thinking now! Do you know how many times you’ve ruined the mission? Just stop acting on your own accord! We're partners! We're a team!"

"Partners!? A team!? Don't make me laugh!" Chat Noir laughed ironically, irritated, as he tried to free himself, but Viperion's body was immobilizing him. "If Ladybug thought of me as her partner she would have shared her secret identity with me instead of that Scarabella!" He yelled out of himself. "How am I a partner if I'm just ordered to steer clear from the plan!? I hate it!"

"Chat Noir, you're being selfish! Have you even thought about the stress she's under? Have you ever considered what would happen to Paris if we fail? This isn't about you, this is about protecting this city and its innocent people!" Viperion tried to reason with him.

"I don't care about Paris or its people! Ladybug's cure will take care of it!"

Viperion gasped. He was totally missing a lot of context. Or maybe he had been wrong about Chat’s professionalism from the start. “You can’t be serious…”

"Why can't she trust me!?” Chat Noir continued with a restrained cry. “We've been together from the start! I'm supposedly her best friend! Her soulmate! Why won't she tell me!?" His body trembled. "She even let Rena Rouge and Carapace know each other's identities! How are we any different!? We could be so much stronger if we knew! We could meet outside of the masks instead of never seeing each other outside of battles! I wouldn't have to attempt to convince her during a fight if she came to patrols!"

"Chat Noir, you have no idea of what you're saying… you don't know what she's going through…" Viperion was losing his patience.

"Huh!? I don't know!?” He yelled, louder. “Of course I don't! If she just trusted me and told me something, ANYTHING, then maybe I would! But no-! Everybody knows except useless Chat Noir! I’m the most unreliable person, apparently! I wouldn’t be surprised if even you, despite not being a permanent hero, knew her under the mask too!”

"I do!" Viperion snapped, and felt Chat Noir’s body jolting beneath him.

"WHA-!"

"And I know you too," Viperion admitted.

"What-?" Chat’s eyes widened even more.

“You let yourself get hit by Wishmaker! What’s wrong with you!? You’re supposed to be a hero! You put yourself, Ladybug and all of Paris in danger because of your selfishness!”

“I don’t-!”

“Miraculous Ladybug!” A voice interrupted them, and Chat Noir looked away, embarrassed.

“Let’s go. We should discuss this after I return the Miraculous.” Viperion moved and helped Chat Noir stand up, and he weakly followed. After a team ‘pound it’, and a question from a suspecting Ladybug, the snake hero dismissed it. Assuring her everything was fine now, Luka returned the Miraculous and disappeared through a narrow dark alley, a goal clearly set on his mind.

Little did he know someone had been listening to Viperion’s and Chat Noir’s conversation...

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“Marinette” Alya called when she arrived at her room. “I have to tell you something”

“Alya? What’s wrong?” Marinette asked while returning the used Miraculous to the box. Noticing her best friend's secretive silence, she panicked and started imagining the worst. “Don’t tell me someone has seen you as Rena Furtive!? Oh, no! That would be a catastrophe! You and all your family could be in danger- Nino too! We must-!”

“No! Marinette, calm down! That’s not it! Nobody has seen me”

“Oh, I’m so glad!” Marinette let out a relieved sigh. “What’s the problem, then?”

“I’ve witnessed something I think you should know about...” seeing Marinette’s innocent face, Alya was hesitating to speak, but Trixx encouraged her. “I heard Viperion and Chat Noir arguing.”

“Oh-” Marinette worried. “Was it… Was it bad...?”

“Marinette, listen to me, ok? And don’t panic” Marinette nodded, but felt the pressure of Alya’s hands tight on her shoulders. “Chat Noir thinks you don’t trust him. According to Viperion, he was even sabotaging the mission.”

“What? That stupid cat!” Marinette growled. “Good thing I called Viperion…” It didn’t pass unadvertised how the Ladyblogger jumped at the mention of Luka’s name. “What did Viperion say?” she asked, fearing an unwanted answer.

“Marinette… Viperion… No- Luka-” She gulped and Trixx encouraged her again. “Luka knows who you are. He even knows who Chat Noir is too.”

“WHAT?” This time it was Marinette’s turn to jump in surprise. She looked for something- someone to confirm it, and both Trixx and Alya nodded. “It… it can’t be…”

“It's true” Alya reaffirmed, and helped her sit down. She knew her mind was busy thinking of all the implications it had. Many memories afflored…

“But Alya- It can’t be! When-”

“He said it was during Wishmaker…”

“But- But he said-!” Her eyes widened. She felt betrayed. “He wouldn’t lie to me! Why would he!?” Still in denial, she looked at the snake kwami. “Sass, is it true? Does he really know? All this time...?”

“It’ssss true. He asked me not to tell you.” the snake kwami admitted sadly. And something inside her shattered. She raised her legs to hug them, and let her face sink on her knees. Letting out a silent cry.

“He said he hated lies… but he lied...” she lamented.

“I’m sorry, Marinette…” Alya hugged her in support. “Now you’ll have to go through the trouble of rejecting him again while being cautious that he doesn’t get akumatized… I can use the Ladybug Miraculous when you talk to him just in cas-”

“What?” Marinette instantly raised her gaze. “What are you saying, Alya!? You really didn’t listen to me back when I told you my secret, did you?” Alya was taken aback at Marinette’s intensity. “I only broke up with Luka because of my secret! I didn’t want to break up with him! I love him, Alya!”

“What-?” She blinked, incredulously. “But I thought- You’ve been avoiding him and-”

“I’ve only been avoiding him in order to try to keep my feelings under the lid. To stop them from growing even stronger and be even more hurt! I stayed away to protect him. And to protect myself from my weakness!”

“But Adrien-”

“Adrien is in the past!” she stood up angrily. “Oh, gosh, Alya! Why won’t you listen instead of forcing everything on me!? I told you I wasn’t interested in Adrien anymore! But you keep pushing me to him! Everybody does! Do you have any idea of how much it hurts when even Luka does it!? I wished to tell Luka my secret so we could be together, but I had to lie and break up with him instead to protect him because I couldn't risk losing him!”

“But Marinette, if you had really loved him, you would have told him the truth! Just like I told Nino I’m still Rena Rouge!” The sense of pride in her confession irked Marinette.

“YOU WHAT-? You told Nino you’re still Rena Rouge!?” Marinette yelled at Alya’s surprised face. “You promised you wouldn't! I trusted you!”

“You can't keep secrets from the one you love!” The blogger defended herself and Marinette lost her patience. It was too much. “If you had-”

“Telling you was wrong.” she realized out loud. “I didn't tell Luka to protect him! Because I LOVE HIM!” she let out a restrained shout. “I wish I had told him instead of you. At least he proved he can keep a secret!”

The glare Marinette launched at Alya gave her shivers. “You can't be serious…”

“I AM.” It took only five seconds to make a definitive decision. “Give me the Fox Miraculous back” she commanded.

“What? No!” Alya hugged the miraculous, protectively. “Look, I’m sorry, I lied to you, Marinette,” Alya regretted. “But don’t take my Miraculous away, please! I still can help you! You’re being unreasonable!”

“Unreasonable!? I’m sorry, Alya, but I can’t trust you anymore” she lamented. “Just give it back. Don’t make me erase your memories, please”

“Marinette, no!” Alya begged.

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It took Marinette a while to convince Alya to give back her Miraculous, and, even when she did, Marinette knew she had to erase her memories anyway because, otherwise, it would have been too dangerous. Not only for her, but for everyone close to them. She hated it, but she had no choice. Strangely enough, she felt lighter after doing so.

“I did what I had to do” she mumbled with a little cry, and the kwamis hugged her in support for a few minutes. The Guardian welcomed the gesture.

“What are you going to do now, Marinette?” Tikki asked when she calmed down.

“I’ll have to talk to Luka... And to Chat Noir. Yes- Chat Noir first” Marinette sighed, her palm on her forehead. “What a troublesome cat…”

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On the deck of the Liberty, Luka sighed while strumming his guitar. It was late at night, but he wasn’t feeling sleepy at all, despite the long and overwhelming day he’d had. The talk with Adrien didn't go as smoothly as he had expected. The blonde was more stubborn and childish than he had imagined. It saddened him that the supposed ‘sunshine’ boy was just a facade. Remembering the horror on Marinette’s face that reset when she saw Adrien under the mask, he couldn’t help but worry about the girl he loved.

‘How was he supposed to encourage Marinette’s happiness with Adrien now? He couldn’t.’

His fingers monotonously strummed the guitar strings. He didn’t know the night had yet another surprise ready for him until he saw Ladybug land beside him.

“Hi...” she greeted shyly, taking a seat.

“Ladybug? Why are you here?” Luka asked. A quick thought brought him to memories of that day’s akuma battle. “Are you still worried about what happened today with Chat Noir?”

“No.” Ladybug denied. “I already solved that issue”.

That surprised Luka. He knew Ladybug had called him to talk- that was the reason they had to end their conversation mid-way. He didn’t expect her to solve the matter so quickly. “Oh, that’s good,” he said absently and strummed a few notes again.

“Luka” the hero called.

“Yes?”

“I… I know you know.” she said, low but clear.

“Know what?” He was shocked, but pretended he wasn’t.

“I know you know who I am underneath the mask. I know you lied to me during ‘wishmaker’” Her heart was beating fast, but she felt much calmer than she expected. ‘Luka’s aura’, she supposed. She had missed it.

Luka stared at her for a moment, but soon he sighed, admitting defeat. “Are you disappointed?” he asked.

“In you? No. In myself? Yes.”

“Why would you be? You did nothing wrong” despite it being an important conversation, everything was as quiet as the night. The honest conversation flowed like the harmony that sounded from Luka’s guitar.

“I did. It was my mistake in the first place. I told my confidant my biggest secret when I was at my lowest, without thinking of the consequences... And I deeply regret it. I shouldn't have told her,” she lamented. “You’ve proved to be much more trustworthy than her. I should have told you from the start”

“It was dangerous. And not your secret to tell. I understand why you couldn’t share the truth with me” Luka sympatized, a little sad. “And maybe I’m not as trustworthy as you say. Otherwise I wouldn’t have lied when I accidentally found out”

“You kept the secret. For weeks. I get why you lied… I lied too, so we’re equal now.“ her eyes looked up to the starry sky. “Besides, you saved us from Chat today”

“Ah-”

“I know you talked to him. And I know he wasn’t easy to talk to. Thank you” Ladybug noticed how Luka wanted to ask how it went, but wasn’t sure how, so she answered beforehand. “I couldn’t get him to be reasonable, so I revoked his Miraculous from him and erased his memories”

A loud strum on the guitar expressed Luka’s surprise on his behalf. Ladybug’s lips curved slightly at his reaction. He wanted to ask if she was sure about her decision, but was surprised when she showed the ring to him.

"Are you going to erase my memories too?" Luka asked, ready to accept her decision.

"No. I won't" Ladybug shook her head. "I need someone who trusts me and can be trusted to be my partner. Someone reliable who will put Paris’ safety over everything else. Someone who understands the weight of it…” She stood up and approached him, while he followed her with his eyes. Until her hand held his and opened it, placing the ring on his palm and closing his fist tightly. “I want you to have it. I want you to be my partner”

"Me? But-"

"I trust you. More than anyone else. Would you do it? Would you help me keep Paris safe?"

"If it means I can help you, then yes, I'll do it.” He felt moved by her trust. Was he the right one for the job, though? “But are you su-?"

“I'm sure" she nodded, but Luka felt there was something more.

"What's bugging you, then?" She wasn't surprised he noticed. "Do you still feel uncomfortable around me?

"No. That's not it" she denied, to Luka's relief. "It's just… a little frustrating. I wished you had told me you knew. That way, I would have been able to stop acting stupid for so long”

“What do you mean? You're not stupid at all" Luka didn't miss the confidence in her eyes. "Is this about how you've been avoiding me?"

"I didn't want to avoid you. And I didn't want to break up with you. I never wished for it" she assured. “I’ve always wanted to tell you. But I was scared to put you in danger… You’re too important to me...”

"What-?” That surprised him. “But Adrien…"

"Screw Adrien!” She groaned. “I've been over him for ages now! Him being Chat just solidified it!" She yelled, angrily. "I love you, Luka Couffaine! And if you had told me earlier that you knew, we could have been together already!"

Luka's eyes widened more than ever, too astonished to react. He stayed there, so silent and quiet that Marinette misunderstood.

"Ah- Silly me. Sorry! I didn't consider it... Of course you would have moved on already… You even encouraged me to go to Adrien! How stupid of me to think everything would be going smoothly now. Nothing ever goes smoothly when it comes to me!" she lamented. Her feet urged her to leave, and turned with those intentions, but she couldn’t.

"Wait- No!" Luka stopped her with his voice. Her eyes locked with his, and she noticed his clenched fist beside his leg.

“I’ll just make things awkward again, won't I?” she said, pointing at the Miraculous. Not waiting for an answer, she opened her palm, gesturing for him to give it back. “I’ll ask someone else to help me and-”

“Marinette” Luka moved his free hand to hold hers. She felt sparkles at the touch. “Nothing has changed with me. You’re still the song in my head. You’ll always be. I love you. And nothing would make me happier than being able to stay by your side, with or without a mask” he assured.

“But then why-? Why did you- with Adrien?” She looked to his eyes for answers.

“Because I thought that’s what you wanted. I’m sorry I assumed wrongly” He honestly lamented.

“So wrongly” she mumbled, letting her head fall on his shoulder. He laughed at her pout.

“My bad. How did you say it?” she tilted her head up to him in curiosity and he was smirking. “Oh, I remember. Screw Adrien!”

Ladybug let out a big laugh at that. “Screw Adrien!” she repeated, holding Luka’s hand tighter, and he reciprocated the gesture. “Screw Adrien!” They both repeated. After a long laugh, Luka spoke again.

“I’ll never let you down, Marinette. I promise”

“I know. I trust you” she smiled fondly at him, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“Thank you” he mumbled. Marinette’s heart skipped a beat.

“So… uhm… Are we good? Like- like dating again?” she asked, a little nervous.

“Yes. If that’s what you also want, then yes” ‘Have Luka’s eyes always been so bright?’

“Yes. This is what I want.” she rested her head on his chest, and her arms surrounded him tightly.

“Good” he smiled like a lovestruck man, but she couldn’t see him from that angle.

“Do you think… We can continue from where we left off?” she asked, hiding her blush on his jacket. When no response came, she pulled herself back a little to ask him again with her expression.

“Yes?”

Ladybug smirked at his confused face, and without further notice, suddenly, she carried him while jumping around Paris with her yo-yo to a place they both knew too well: the cinema. It was late at night, so it was completely empty and dark. Their eyes soon got used enough to see each other despite the darkness of the room. They sat down on the same seats they sat in that day for their date, some months ago. Luka didn’t complain. He just followed her in curiosity.

“Would you ask me again how those lyrics ended...?” Ladybug asked, reaching to his hand. Luka beamed, but before he could even open his mouth, she finished the sentence. “Kiss me…” She pronounced, and Luka smiled at her shyness. He noticed his own cheeks burn too. After detransforming, Marinette leaned towards him, close, and looked him straight in his eyes. “I’m ready now, Luka”

If any trace of doubt about her feelings had remained in Luka, all of it vanished that precise moment they shared their long awaited kiss. LOVE. That’s what love is supposed to feel like, she concluded. Safe, warm, comfortable, reliable… MAGICAL.

Their smiles didn’t leave their faces after that.

“Do you think André is still around with his ice creams?” she asked, letting her head fall on his shoulder.

“This late at night? I don’t think so. But what if I invite you to eat one tomorrow? Like a date.” he winked, and she beamed.

“Ok! Promise me!” she energetically exclaimed. Luka smiled at her cuteness.

“Yes. I promise”

They stayed like that for a while, holding hands, her head on his shoulder, and him kissing the top of her head. She whined a little, asking him to do it on the lips too. And he gladly went along with her requests with a giggle. Marinette caressed the new ring on Luka’s finger. “Take good care of it, my dearest partner”

“In love, in health, in justice. In life. Always” Luka confirmed, and Marinette melted at his words. ‘Was it a proposal?’ She wished someday it was.

With their new bond, Marinette felt stronger than ever.

FIN

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part x (the rest)

Pairing - Boba Fett x F!Reader Rating - Explicit 18+ Word Count - 8k

A/N - I’m so sorry this update took a bit longer than usual. I received a few questions about why it was taking so long, and it’s just because I’d been working on another fic which took up a lot more of my attention and time than I’d expected, oops!

Thank you for your patience and I really hope this is worth the wait! As always, I love hearing your thoughts. x

CW: Warnings for this chapter include graphic descriptions of injuries, oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex.

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It’s almost funny that you’d die like this, considering everything else you’ve been through.

“You can’t drop a charge?” you manage, clutching for dear life at the edges of the copilot’s seat as a hit smashes into the back of the ship. You should have anticipated running into one of Boba’s hostile ex-associates in a place as thick with other hunters as Jabba’s palace, but you couldn’t have predicted that the combination of small, shitty decisions you’d both recently made would lead to this situation: being chased by a crew of the ugliest, meanest-looking fuckers you’d ever seen.

The modulated response is flat, sounding more frustrated than genuinely concerned. “Without shields, we’d be risking damaging ourselves as much as them. Surat must’ve had a tipoff that we’ve been limping. Not even he’d be crazy enough to try anything against the Slave at her full power.”

Another wracking shudder through the hull as he fires off several short bursts of concussion fire. If flying with disconnected shields wasn’t bad enough, you’re running dangerously low on supplies. You’d agreed not to replenish your stores before leaving Tatooine; the thought of taking any more water from Jabba distasteful at best. Llanic, with a refuelling depot directly beside the hyperlink stop point, had seemed like the wiser option…at the time.

The comms crackle to life and there’s a burst of jeering and whooping background noises before an accented voice fills the cockpit.

“You’re finished, Fett. You and the girl. I’d rather not have to rebuild your whole ship when I take it. Pull up and we might go easy on her.”

You laugh. “Go easy on me?” Boba manoeuvres higher, firing another volley of shots. You can hear the cursing and beeping of alerts through the open channel as the hits meet their mark; the pursuing crew’s laughter fracturing into shouted commands.

Another deep voice, sibilant and thick with hatred. “I haven’t forgotten you, little ingrate. Should’ve accepted my offer when you had the chance.” You frown at the comms.

“Is that you, Makarial? Huh. You still owe me a cocktail, by the way.” She starts snarling something in response, but you’ve already reached up to switch off the channel. “You gonna jump us out of here?”

He’s reaching above his head to bring up the navicomp. “Try not to get hit,” he tells you, grasping your wrist and dragging you across into his lap. You settle between his thighs, your hands clumsy as you seize the controls.

Almost immediately the ship lurches forward in an uncontrolled burst, responding to your touch with a jolt. “Oh,” you gasp. “What the fuck have you done to the engines on this thing?”

He chuckles low. You knew it’d been modified within an inch of its life, but—more bolts raze past the viewport and you try to bring your focus back to the controls. His gloved fingers are quick, his spread thighs braced around your legs and holding you secure as you wrench the yoke sideways, narrowly missing a volley of fire. You can’t fire and fly at the same time; you have no idea how he was doing it.

“Motherfu—“ he hisses, and you don’t have a chance to ask before you’re frantically trying to manoeuvre into a violent turn, bringing the ship about to face the smoking craft still firing at you. You let go of the yoke to seize desperately for the ion cannons as Boba reaches around your waist to steady the controls.

“We should be gone by now. Boba?”

“The hyperdrive—must’ve been the first thing they hit,” he grits. The gravelly quality of his voice through the modulator, right beside your ear, makes you shiver pleasantly and you don’t immediately understand what he’s said.

“Oh. Oh. Shit.”

“Yep.”

He yanks the controls back smoothly, and you lean your weight against the cold metal length of his body as the ship accelerates over the top of the burning attack barge. You manage to fire off several shots, clumsily sending all of them wide but managing to force the barge to veer out of your way.

“Back to Tatooine?” you gasp, bracing yourself between his legs.

“Not a good idea. We’ve taken some damage; I won’t know exactly how much ’til I’ve had a proper look. But Surat’s crew aren’t the only ones who’d happily take her off my hands. We’re an easy target like this. We need to find somewhere off-grid until I can get some work done.” He’s already bringing up a chart and you marvel again at how easily he controls the ship; his practised familiarity with the controls seeming as natural to him as walking.

“We’ve already left the Tatoo system,” you mutter, twisting to look into the displays beside you. The attack barge is floundering but you can tell it’s far from scuttled. As soon as the crew figures out how, they’ll reroute their systems and pick up the chase. “We might have nowhere else to go within realspace range.”

He’s shaking his head behind you and you feel as his thighs tighten around yours, leaning in to bring up a shorter-ranged scanner than the broad-system charts. “Arkanis is closer. And they won’t be expecting us to head there.” He’s already punching in the coordinates, Slave I accelerating smoothly despite the rattle of loosened panels beneath.

“Arkanis? Why wouldn’t they expect us to go there?” You’ve never heard of it, and you’re assuming it’s just another Outer Rim backwater no more than a smudge on most charts.

He sounds darkly amused as he responds, your cheek pressing against the cool of his helmet as you look back up at him. “Because it’s the location of an Imperial Training Academy.”

It takes less time than you’d expected to reach the sector, burning through the fuel in the backup engines faster in sublight but, thanks to the ship’s years of customisations, easily outpacing the smoking barge. Without a working hyperdrive, you can’t outrun them forever but once you’re out of range of their scanners, you easily lose them well before your approach to the system.

The whole planet is blanketed in cloud; the sun-facing surface glowing pale and moonlike with reflected light on approach. Boba manoeuvres to a quadrant low on the upper hemisphere, avoiding the heavy concentration of orbital traffic surrounding the planet’s equator.

As you lower into the atmosphere, the pound of rain on the hull is thunderous and you can barely see through the viewport; grey mist obscuring everything beyond a line of tall trees. The landing is uneven, gyroptics catching and whining as the ship attempts to right itself on the softened ground before finally shuddering to a rather final-sounding stop.

You turn slowly to look up at him, failing to repress the little twist of your lips. “So. This finally going to be that holiday you promised me?”

His answering grunt is scornful. “I don’t want to be here for any longer than we need to. You can’t afford to miss two pucks in a row, little one.”

You’d nearly forgotten about that, and you glance up to where it swings from the bulkhead, tiny red light blinking. “It can wait,” you say, pressing your lips together. “It’s just a warrant for some smuggler. Nobody’ll be in a hurry for that one.”

Now that you’re landed somewhere solid, away from danger, you’re aware of how close you are. Pinned between the controls and his thick, powerful thighs…you wriggle back experimentally and he groans low.

“We need to get supplies…” he trails off as you grind your ass back against his codpiece, your fingers digging into the unarmored gaps above his knees.

“I like this,” you breathe. “We should co-pilot from the same seat more often.” He lets go of the controls to wrap his arms around your body, gloved hands cupping your breasts over your clothes.

“If you do that, I'll end up flying us into the side of a moon. You won’t be happy until one of us are dead,” he grouses, but you can tell from the roughened quality of his voice through the modulator that you’ve got him, arching into his hold with satisfaction.

“All the more reason to make the most of the time we have,” you tell him, reaching to unbutton the front of your flightsuit.

Your hand squeaks on the steamed inside of the viewport as you squint out into the gloom. You can’t see any signs of activity; only trees and moss awash in deep green.

“It looks quiet out there,” you murmur. Boba glances up from where he’s pulling his boots back on behind you, running a hand back through his hair.

“There’s a town a few klicks away, just over the hill. We’re pretty far from the Academy,” he tells you. “Arkanis’ main export used to be fish. Probably still is, for the civilians anyway.”

“That’ll be a nice break from the ration packs.” You shiver as you stand, fastening your flightsuit back up to your neck. The chill from outside is already seeping through the transparisteel, and you don’t like the thought of venturing out into the rain, but need overtakes want. “Okay. I know we need food. Hopefully the tanks can filter enough water from the rain without me hauling any back. And…I need compound elements for my stims. Any other requests?”

He frowns as he reaches across for his helmet. “I’ll figure it out when I see what kinds of spare parts they have.”

“Make a list for me and I’ll see what I can do. We’re supposed to be laying low. And…you’re too recognisable, armoured or not,” you tell him. He glances at his helmet, still grasped in his hands, before shaking his head.

“Ah,” he says, a trace of some dark, deprecating humour flicking across his features. “Fair point.”

You press a closed-mouth kiss to the space above one of his eyebrows, your tone teasing but light. “It’s not just your face. Or the armour. Maybe if you didn’t have quite so much presence, Fett.”

He snorts. “That meant to be a joke?”

You bite your lower lip, raking your gaze up the length of his body. “The way you carry yourself. When you walk into a room. Even the way you sit. It’s…fuck, you know exactly what you do. I’ve seen you doing it on purpose. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

His dark eyes glint in the pale light as his hand grabs roughly at your ass, dragging you closer. “You’d better stop now if you want to get out there and back before dark.”

You leave him with the front half of his body buried under the side of a radiator fin, the overturned panels laying around his feet pinging with raindrops.

It’s quiet under the thickness of the cloud cover; the gentle white noise of dripping leaves disguising the sounds of any animal life. Your boots sink inch-deep with every muddy step, your hand resting lightly on your belt as you walk. You don’t anticipate any danger; it’s quiet, and feels oddly peaceful in the watery green light, but old habits die hard.

Past the line of towering trees, you pick out the signs of a rough path leading over the hill toward the town. It’s paved with asymmetrical round stones, but they appear to have been laid for beings with a non-human step. Even at a leap you can’t avoid squelching into the mossy spaces between, and by the time you pass the low stone walls bordering the edge of the town, you’re soaked up to your knees.

The town is alive. Moss grows up between gaps in the paved road, creeping bright and slippery across the charcoal-coloured external walls of most buildings. The town is bigger than you expected, but spread out, squat buildings set low and wide with smooth round roofs. Little dim alleyways run with water into deep stone gutters. It seems to have been built with the planet’s climate in mind; aqueducts running overhead to carry the worst of the rain away from the peaked rooftops.

As you pass an open-sided building, several Mon Calamari children skip past, yelling and squealing as one brandishes a stick at the others. A woman follows, her gills blowing impatiently as she folds her webbed hands across the thick woollen sweater covering her chest.

“You won’t be allowed to come next time if you behave like this every market day,” she yells, protuberant eyes narrowed. Her gaze darts across to you as you pass, and you duck your head, hurrying on. While it’s far from crowded, the few figures on the streets all seem to know one another, pausing to stop and talk, unbothered by the drizzle. Pots of tiny, dark coloured flowers hang from the awnings of a row of small shops, and you pause in front of one, peering through the glowing windows.

A heavy-set human man sits beside the door, reading from a datapad as it glows up into his face. He takes you in warily, gaze resting on the mark over your brow and the weaponry on your wrist and belt, his thick red eyebrows lowering with mistrust. “You’re not from here,” he observes, and you bite back a sarcastic response at the obviousness of his statement.

“My ship’s damaged and I need supplies. Raw bacta bases, separated cleaning compounds, or Medkit stores, if you have them. Is there a dispensary here?”

He appears to think hard, glancing up the street. You shift on your feet, your eyelashes clumped together with rain. The damp is beginning to make you shiver miserably.

Finally, he sniffs, running a hand under his nose. “There’s an apothecary two laneways down. Cross into the alley, go down the steps. She might have what you need.” He says it low, like he’s afraid of being overheard. You frown. There’s nobody else within earshot, and you wonder briefly what’s so secret about an apothecary.

You give him a short nod, heading off in the direction he’d indicated. Maybe she’s not supposed to be selling raw materials so close to an Imperial base, you muse. You know the Empire’s tax on merchants is debilitatingly high and wouldn’t be surprised to learn most traders are operating off-books. He’d obviously taken a look at your bloodied, scruffy appearance and worked out that whatever you were, it wasn’t an Imp. The laneways are empty, and as you cross into the alley you feel a prickle of apprehension. You have your blaster and vambrace, but you’re running low on darts. If somebody tried to jump you now, you’d be drawing a lot more attention than what probably constituted laying low.

You find the shadowed staircase leading down, an arch of the building overhead providing shelter from the rain. There’s a plain door set in a durasteel frame, warped and knotted from years of moisture. The access panel set into the wall is leaching rust into the surrounding stone, but blinks a welcoming green. Glancing back over your shoulder, you rap on it with your knuckles. Nobody else is in sight, the windows facing into the alley dark. You stand for several long moments, unease mounting. You take the few steps back up to street level and glance around. It’s deserted.

Against your better judgment, you step lightly back down to the bottom of the steps and bang once more, loud now, with the side of your fist. When there’s still no answer, you huff quietly and jab your thumb at the panel, the door withdrawing up into its frame smoothly. Your hand rests on your hip as you lean in.

“Hello? Anybody here?”

It’s warm and dry inside, lit with glowpanels set into the walls. You take a few steps, the floor softened with layers of rugs, breath bated. There are shelves of medical supplies, interspersed with jars and small plasticrete boxes. A low, wide counter stretches along one wall, with a little transceiver crackling out some kind of Braccan heavy metal. A woman’s voice, deep and smooth, calls from somewhere behind the shelves.

“Sit down somewhere. And don’t touch anything.”

You lower yourself onto an overturned crate, crossing one knee over the other. It’s impossible to tell how deep the room goes; the shelves reaching all the way to the low ceiling. Quiet footsteps sound, and you glance up. Two women step out from around the shelves, both dressed in layers of warm, practical-looking clothing. One is young, much younger than you, with a pretty, pointed face and wild curls. She rests one hand on her gigantic stomach, clutching a little brown jar as she listens intently to the other woman, who’s speaking in the low register you’d heard a moment ago.

“Don’t take it more than twice a night. If you still don’t feel any better, we’ll try something else. But I have a good feeling about this one.”

The younger woman nods, smiling shyly to reveal an endearing gap between her front teeth. She glances at you and startles slightly, hurrying past without meeting your gaze again. The door beeps as it releases her out into the drizzling day.

“Take your hand off the blaster,” the remaining woman says. She isn’t looking at you, her back turned as she steps onto a low stool to replace a jar on a shelf behind her. You hadn’t even realised you were touching it, and you sheepishly place both hands flat in front of you.

“I’m not here to cause any trouble. I need supplies.” Her head is still bent, now flipping through a stack of pouches behind the counter thoughtfully. “I heard you might have raw compounds.”

Her head straightens as she finally looks up at you, and you get to see her properly. She’s older than you’d expected from her litheness and rigid posture; her close cap of tightly coiled hair run through with grey. Her skin is a deep, rich tone, darker than Boba’s and creased around her eyes and mouth. She’s striking; high-cheekboned and long-limbed. Perhaps most startling of all is the directness of her gaze. She’s staring at you like she could see right through you, her full mouth pressed into a tight little line. It’s uncomfortable, and you shift, uncrossing your legs awkwardly.

“Which compounds do you need?” she asks. You rattle off the names of several, and she’s unblinking as she considers you. “Some of those are illegal,” she responds. Her tone is flat but conversational, and you note the clipped cadences at the edge of her speech. She’s not from here either, you realise. She sounds like a Core Worlder.

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” You offer her a little smile, which she doesn’t return. “And I can pay. Credits aren’t a problem.”

Her gaze flicks away dismissively as she returns the handful of pouches to some hidden spot under the counter. “They’re a problem for me. Imperial currency is trackable. I don’t deal in it.”

You frown. “Look, I…know people who deal in credits all the time. Involved with much shadier shit than some tax-evading pharmacist. Nobody cares enough to go to the trouble of tracking it.”

She leans against the counter, tapping her index finger on the polished surface. “How long will you be here?”

The question catches you off guard, and you aren’t immediately sure how to answer it. “Maybe…a week? My ship’s damaged. However long it takes to get it repaired.”

She nods, her voice sharp. “Then you can work for me. I need another pair of hands. Be here by dawn tomorrow.”

You open your mouth, and shut it again, indignant. What the fuck? Does she think you look like a shopkeeper? You aren’t going to carry her heavy boxes around for her, either. If she knew the kind of work you normally do, she wouldn’t dare. But then you remember the position you’re in. You’re stuck here, and there’s nowhere else for you to gather supplies. Maker knows how long it’ll take for Boba to repair the damage; you’re guessing those extensive customisations on the Slave aren’t quick fixes. So you scowl at her, and tilt your head to the side. You’re unable to keep the edge of derision completely out of your voice.

“Any other demands?”

This seems to get the warmest response out of anything you’ve said so far. Her lips finally turn up at one side, and it’s a hard, humourless expression. She tosses you a bundle of canvas from under the counter, and you catch it to your chest reflexively, shaking it out. It’s a poncho; the waterproof fabric crinkling under your fingers. “Wear that. I don’t want you dripping all over my floor.”

By the time you make it back, it’s almost dark. You follow the dim red glow through the treeline until the ship comes into view, tarps covering one side of the hull. There’s a small fire burning under the cover of the side fin, throwing light around the little clearing. It’s oddly cosy; the smell of the damp wood mingling with the bitterness of the fuel. Boba steps down from the ramp, an empty weapons crate in his arms.

“Any luck?” he calls, setting it down beside the fire. You hurriedly duck under the cover of the fin, grateful for the poncho’s cover as you show him your armful of spoils.

“I’ve got food. Looks pretty good too, they had bread and fish and—look, fresh kibla greens. I’ve never had them when they haven’t been freeze dried.”

He helps you unload, setting everything down beside the ramp. “What about the rest of it?”

You huff. “About that. You might be on your own with these repairs. I got a job.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Didn’t think there was a Guild outpost here.”

“Not a job-job. A job. At the apothecary.” He stares at you like you’ve grown another head.

“Why?”

You lower yourself down to a crouch, opening your palms in front of the fire’s warmth. Red light plays across your cheeks, and you glance up at him as you answer. “She won’t sell me what I need. Seems jumpy about credits, said I can work for it instead. Did you get a chance to pull out the hyperdrive? How are we looking?”

He crosses his arms, brows furrowed as he looks past you into the darkened forest. “Might take me longer than I thought. Could be a few weeks, even longer. It’s best if we avoid using any comm signals; could be someone listening out for our frequency. It’s not just the hyperdrive; I knew I shouldn’t have left that stuck landing sequence go for as long as I did. And the shield generator’s fucked.” His slow, flat twang lists each problem with a mildness you don’t share.

You sigh, closing your eyes. It’d be just your luck that of all the planets you’d be stuck on, it’d have to be one as cold and rainy as this. Something heavy settles over your shoulders, and you open your eyes. Boba’s draped his cape over you, and he slides the crate closer to the fire with his knees, gesturing for you to sit.

“Stay here. I’ll get bowls.”

The food is simple, but warming. You’re both quiet as you eat; the first time in a long time you’ve actually enjoyed the taste of food. Ration packs are sufficient to keep a person alive, but there isn’t a being in the galaxy that enjoys the flavour. Stomach pleasantly heavy, you stretch your feet out toward the fire, leaning your head on Boba’s shoulder. You can feel the warmth beginning to seep through the soles of your boots, but your toes are still numb and you shiver as you try to wriggle closer.

He exhales in a low rumble. “Give me your feet.”

You comply, twisting until your legs lay across his lap. He pulls your damp boots off, tossing them to lay close to the fire, expression inscrutable. His hands wrap around your freezing toes and you almost moan with the warmth as he holds you there, waiting until you warm up. It feels incredibly tender; his rough palms firm and close, the crackle of the fire under the muted sounds of the dripping forest.

You’re nodding drowsily when he speaks again, barely above a murmur. “Try to get blankets in town tomorrow. It’s colder inside the ship, and the generators aren’t an option since I had to pull them out to check the fuses.”

You yawn comfortably. You’re touched with this; that he’s concerned with such a basic human comfort as blankets when you’ve seen him fall asleep in the pilot’s seat of his ship, arms folded. “You going soft on me, Fett? Or just worried I’ll keep you awake shivering to death beside you?”

He chuckles, an indulgent sound as he presses his thumbs into the arches of your soles. “Well. You’re no good to me dead.”

You don’t bother knocking this time, opening the door panel and stepping straight inside. “Good morning,” you call, pulling the dripping poncho off to lay beside the door.

There’s no sign of the apothecary. As you step toward the shelves you startle violently, raising your blaster and nearly shooting a hole through a wall as a loud, broken scream shatters the silence.

“Back here,” comes the woman’s voice, and you hurriedly wind your way through the shelves until you reach a doorway to another, smaller room. Windowless and bright, a young man is laying on a table, moaning low as he attempts to sit up. The apothecary motions toward his legs, her hands wrapped around his forearm.

“Hold him down.”

You lean your weight against his knees, pinning him in place. The apothecary is doing something up by his side, and he screams again, struggling to get up. Your stomach catches when you see it. The mess of splintered, broken meat at the end of his arm appears to be all that’s left of his hand. Blood is pulsing slowly through the apothecary’s fingers, her grip on his wrist slipping against the wetness as she attempts to examine the raw churn of bone and tendon. She glances up and meets your gaze.

“Give him something for the pain. This has to come off.”

You’re already reaching for your belt, withdrawing one of your last remaining canisters before you realise the strangeness of her order. There’s no way she could possibly know you had something like that on you, you think, nearly missing the injection point at his elbow as he thrashes again. He’s kicking the air out of your lungs as you lean across his body, and you grunt. You consider then that maybe she meant for you to go back into the shop and find something else to give him, wondering why you’re wasting one of your last precious doses. You try to refocus, depressing the serum, and he slumps back onto the table, breathing heavily.

His eyes are slipping shut, and you can’t tell if he can hear you as you murmur to her. “What do you want me to do?”

Her thin, dark eyebrows are pinched together. “There’s a plasma saw behind your head. On the wall.” You hurry to assist, standing close as she bends to concentrate on removing the flayed remnants below his wrist. The smell of burning bone and flesh sears at your nostrils, and you focus hard; keeping your grip on his shoulder in case of a reflexive jolt. You wordlessly pass her the rag she points out, watching as she wipes her bloodied hands before handing it back. She works fast and clean, and it takes less time than you’d expected. The young man’s breaths are deep and even as she wraps his cauterised stump in bacta-soaked gauze.

Wordless, she lowers his arms across his chest and motions for you to join her. You stand side by side, scrubbing blood from your hands in a low basin at the back of the room. Your mind whirls with scraps of memory.

“Not your first time with this type of thing,” she says. It doesn’t sound like a question, and you don’t answer until she looks up at you.

“No.”

She nods approvingly, turning to lead you back into the shop. “He’ll be okay. You need a drink.”

You sit across from her behind the counter; the cup of spiked caf warming your palms. Your shakiness has nothing to do with the graphic nature of the injury. You’ve seen worse. You’ve probably caused worse. No, your uneasiness has more to do with the familiar layout of her tiny makeshift theatre. You feel like a child again, remembering helping with similar procedures in your mother’s almost identical workroom. The image pops into your head of rows of smuggled vaccines, shattered on the floor under the boots of stormtroopers. You haven’t thought about this for a long time.

The apothecary is leaning on her elbows against the counter, tapping something into her datapad. You swallow before speaking, your voice thick.

“What happened to him?”

She answers levelly. “Accident at the Academy.”

You watch her face. It’s perfectly smooth as she types, not a single emotion betrayed. “The Academy doesn’t have its own medbay?”

She glances up at you. She doesn’t need to say a word, her direct gaze shutting down your next comment. You take another sip of your drink, the warmth comforting all the way down your throat.

“Finish your caf. I’ll need help cleaning the equipment when you’re done.”

The rest of the day passes comparatively uneventfully. You help clean down the blood from the improvised operating table. You help her sort through piles of unlabelled packets of medication, distributing capsules and powders into smaller jars. People walk in and out of the shopfront: a soft-spoken Rodian collecting several large unmarked boxes, a woman with a tiny baby that doesn’t stop screaming the entire time she’s inside, an elderly married couple—both men having caught the same harsh-sounding cough at the exact same time.

Sometime in the late afternoon, a young man and woman appear in the shop. Your practised eye doesn’t miss the blasters at their hips, or the edgy way the woman stands by the door, arms folded. You stare silently at her while the man follows the apothecary into the back room. She has a long, pale face under short brown hair, fringe cut messily in an angle across her forehead. She stares back at you. Her clothes remind you of your own; well worn and with old, faded bloodstains. She’s about as Imperial as you are, you think. Less, probably, considering the dispensation Boba’s contract has afforded you.

It’s then that you notice a tiny tattoo under the edge of her vest. Barely one side is visible, but it’s enough for you to recognise the shape. She sees you looking and adjusts her neckline.

Her companion staggers out from between the shelves, the uninjured arm of the unconscious young man around his shoulder. The two figures struggle to balance the third, his weight flopping between them as they carry him up the stairs and out of sight. The whole thing is unmistakably covert, and you raise an eyebrow as the apothecary ignores you, writing something on the side of a small box.

“Do you get many offworlders visit?” you ask lightly.

“A few.”

“What kinds?��

“Pilots. Traders, refugees, smugglers. The odd bounty hunter.” She looks at you pointedly with this last, and your lips turn up in an uncomfortable little smile. She has no way in hell of knowing who you are. You can’t let your paranoid brain run away with you.

“But they don’t stay long.”

“No. Especially not the bounty hunters. They don’t live long.” You’re sure you aren’t imagining the hard, ironic edge of humour under her voice. She finishes writing and straightens up. “That’s enough for one day. Be careful in the woods. There are boar-wolves.”

You nod, heading for the door, but her voice pauses you.

“Cere,” she says. You look up at her in confusion.

“What’s that?”

“It’s my name. Be back here the same time tomorrow.”

The first week passes into a second, then a third in a blur of rain and blood. Each day you trudge into town, cold and miserable, working in the apothecary until mid-afternoon. Cere keeps you busy, helping her with everything from lancing boils to setting broken bones. You surprise yourself with how quickly fall into an easy rhythm, though she still seems decidedly cautious around you; sometimes speaking low into a comms device as she shuts you out of her back room. You only catch simple, provincial-sounding words; something about a harvester. It all seems innocuous enough that you begin to wonder at her paranoia.

She leaves sometimes for hours on end to make deliveries, taking her datapad with her; and your snooping uncovers nothing of interest besides racks of pharmaceuticals. Each night you return to the ship, the progress excruciatingly slow. But you find you don’t mind. There’s something quietly comforting in the returning, waiting for the thrill of seeing him again, the lazy way your bodies welcome one another in the dark hold of the ship. You drag parts back as you’re able to source them, Boba insistent on carrying out every detail of the work himself.

Two more injured Imperial cadets appear during this time; a girl and another boy. Their injuries are almost identical; hands crushed and mangled beyond recognition. The most recent boy’s injury seems to be less severe than the previous two, and between yourself and Cere you manage to save nearly the whole hand; only losing the smallest and ring fingers. He sits with his wrapped hand held against his chest, glaring at you while you clean the table around him. He looks every inch the Imperial kid, you think derisively. Smooth-skinned and haughty. And as with each previous case, you watch as another furtive-looking pair comes to escort the injured cadet away, caps drawn low over their faces.

“They have a lot of accidents at this Academy,” you comment one afternoon, testing the water. “The injuries are...thorough.”

Cere is paring a joganfruit with a tiny knife, no longer than your thumb but curved with a wicked edge. She hands you a slice, and you pop it into your mouth, dangling your feet over the side of the counter. You’re warm in your thick, rough spun tunic; one of several pieces of clothing she’s given you. You’d stopped bringing the blaster with you at the end of the first week, but haven’t found any reason to part with your vambrace. The smooth edge peeks from the cuff of your sleeve, subtle as a bracelet.

“Brendol Hux is known for his unusual methods of training,” she says slowly, biting into a slice of her own.

You hum, nodding. “Yeah. I’ve heard the name. Used to be friends with Atton Tervus. They must have had similar…proclivities. Tervus liked hurting girls.”

She shoots you a hard glance. “Used to be?”

“He died. On Canto Bight. It’d be...oh, a while ago now. Months.” She’s still staring at you with that searing, stripping gaze and you meet it, unblinking. “Heart failure. I heard.”

She doesn’t respond, leaning back against the counter beside you. There’s a particular grace to the curve of her neck as she looks down, cutting another small sliver of fruit and balancing it on the blade as she holds it out to you. The silence stretches, both of you chewing companionably, until you break it. “You’re taking a risk with these kids.”

She sighs, and wipes her juice-stained hands on the legs of her trousers, tucking the paring knife into her pocket. You continue, sounding more vehement than you intend. “They’re not going to change their stripes overnight just because of what happened to them. They chose to enlist. They’ve probably still got family and friends in that Academy, or working in Destroyers offworld. There’s nothing to stop them from selling you out the first chance they get. You, and your friends with the Starbird tattoos.”

She takes a long, slow breath, looking up at a blank spot on the wall before turning her head to face you. You kick your feet against the counter, unsure why you feel so impatient. Her deep voice is emotionless as she gives you a hard little smile. “I believe in second chances. Most people only do terrible things because they think they don’t have a choice. But they do. Doesn’t matter what you’ve already done. It matters what you do next. I’m not worried about those kids.”

She’s staring directly into your eyes as she talks, and you feel a coldness drop out of your stomach. You feel attacked somehow, naked and small. You can’t meet her gaze as you speak, looking down at your hands.

“You don’t think you’re just delaying the inevitable? The Empire will kill every last person in that Rebellion, you know. You don’t think it would be safer just to…accept the way things are?”

She straightens, walking towards the back room. Her answer drifts between the shelves over her shoulder. “This galaxy fell once. I’ll see it fall again.”

Your boots are nearly destroyed, you think sadly, breaking through the line of trees. The constant damp has made them feel loose and crumbly on your feet, and you wonder if Cere has an old pair she’d sell you. So far she hasn’t accepted any money for the clothes or food she’s given you, but you’ve been thinking of exchanging some credits into Calamari flan and hiding them around the shop so she can’t refuse the money. There seems to be a pretty big population of Mon Calamari here, so you imagine she’d surely be able to make some use of the currency.

You pause at the edge of the forest, basket of food over your arm, watching Boba work with his back to you. He’s rebuilt the entire shield generator with his hands; painstakingly using a macrowelder to rejoin each of the small sections. His sleeves are rolled up to expose the taut lines of his forearms, and you watch as he lifts a power coupling into the gap over his head. Even through his shirt you can see the thick muscles in his back working under the weight of the metal.

Both your bodies have begun to soften in the weeks you’ve been here. For the first time in years, you’ve both actually taken the time to enjoy eating every meal; food, real food, not freeze-dried ration packs. Standing in the haze, watching him work, you let your imagination drift. Just for a moment, you can see it. You think about him older; the way the lines around his eyes and lips would deepen. The way his middle would thicken, if he were allowed to live slowly enough to know the pleasure of simple comforts. Your own hair would earn its silver, and you imagine the two of you lazy and happy, with fresh bread and vegetables for the rest of your lives. The way you’d sleep, knowing the small distinct joy in reaching out a hand in the darkness and knowing exactly where to find him.

A chill breeze winds from between the trees and you shiver lightly. Your gaze is drawn to the exposed skin at the back of his neck; his arms, his legs. His face. He looks incredibly vulnerable without any of his armour, and Cere’s words from weeks earlier bob to the surface of your thoughts.

“Especially not the bounty hunters. They don’t live long.”

He turns and catches sight of you, his head raising. “Did you get more of those spicy sea herbs?” he calls, light under the roughness of his usual drawl, and your heart squeezes. You force yourself to tamp down your frown as you close the distance back to him, showing him the latest small things you’d discovered in the town, listening as he outlines the work he’d finished and what still remains to be done. “Another week at the most. Then we’ll be out of here.”

You barely follow, mind still trudging through darker thoughts. You’re distracted with the remembered image of him bleeding on the floor of his ship while you’re preparing the sea vegetables and spice in a comforting broth. You won’t let anybody touch him again, you think to yourself, as you lean close against his body, your hands wrapped around the warm bowl of food. As soon as you can, you’ll get his contract settled. Whatever it takes. Then you’ll be free. Nobody will ever bother either of you again.

This refrain doesn’t leave your head as you climb up over him in the darkness of the ship later that night, dragging your teeth across his chest. You feel lightened with the tangible comfort of his close body, the heat solid and safe underneath you. Your hand reaches down to pump his cock, rougher than you’d intended in your haste. He groans, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist, trying to drag your hips lower as he thrusts up into your loose fist.

“Impatient tonight,” he breathes, amusement creeping through his drawl, and you are, desperate to feel him inside you, rolling your spine down. His cock slides through the folds of your cunt as you drag against him, and he palms your breast, ducking his head down to wrap his lips around your sensitive nipple. You shiver; bare skin cool in the dark ship. The low roar of rain on the hull muffles the sounds of your whimpers as he bites down gently, mouth hot around your breast.

“I missed you today,” you tell him. He growls low.

“I can tell. You want to show me how much?”

Your breath escapes in a quiet little huff as he hooks both arms down under your thighs, and you brace yourself on his chest before you overbalance. He drags you up, forcing your knees over his shoulders until your aching cunt is inches above his lips. You burn for a moment with the intimacy you have in this position when his hands wrap firmly over the tops of your legs and force your weight down, his tongue plunging inside you.

You gasp. Your palms press up at the wall above your head, holding yourself steady as his hold on you tightens, his fingers digging hard into your flesh. He grinds you down onto his tongue, his forearms braced over the tops of your legs so you can’t move an inch. His tongue works inside you, dragging and lapping against your g-spot and your thighs tremble around his face. The heat and wetness are exquisite, as fuck, he buries his tongue so deeply inside you that your walls clench. He lifts your weight easily with his spread hands, raising your hips and forcing them down again as he fucks up into you with his mouth.

It feels incredible, liquid ecstasy creeping up from your cunt into your lower stomach, and you curl over him, burying your fingers in his hair. You don’t know if he can hear you, with his ears pressed against your inner thighs, but you murmur breathily anyway.

“That’s so good, oh…fuck me, that’s good…” and as his open lips wrap around your clit, you’re drunk on the power of this; driving your hips down. He’s so fucking good as this, you think, so good at looking out for you, at making you feel like this, making you forget about all of the danger and terror when his tongue is inside you. Mindless, you hear yourself hiss out a low, jagged-edged, “Good boy,” as your fingernails rake against his head between your legs.

The growl it rips from his throat is harsh. He withdraws his tongue, lifting your hips slightly. His hand drives up from between your spread thighs, his fingers sinking knuckle-deep with a sharp wet glisten. Your inhalation is close to a squeal, as the savage motion of his fingers pistoning inside you forces your hips to rise and fall with your clit against his tongue faster and harder than before.

It’s brutal and you’d fall onto your face if he didn’t have such a firm grip on you, the tightness of your cunt catching around his fingers as your muscles clamp down. You’re blinded, everything below your waist unraveling in a hot burst of pleasure as your orgasm forces the air from your lungs. You come for an eternity; eyes rolled back in your head as you brace yourself against him, writhing and clawing, coming down slowly. You realise with a start that the high, short whimpers filling the space are coming from you.

Wobbly and soaked, he drops you onto your back with a rough little whumph. “What was that, little one?” he murmurs, dangerous as he hovers over you in the dim. He seizes your knees, forcing your still-trembling legs wide.

“I didn’t—it just sort of...slipped out. Did you not like me saying that?”

“You can call me whatever the fuck you want. Just remember next time what happens when you do.” And he reams into you, his cock driving through the wetness of your cunt so hard and deep you feel a catch in the base of your throat as he bottoms out. You keen, arching up into the stretch, and he lifts your hips off the tangle of blankets to deepen the angle, hooking your ankles over one shoulder.

He fucks you with unrestrained fervour, snarling and cursing low as he does. It’s almost too much: the stretch and pace ripping up through your chest. Your fluttering cunt is still oversensitive; and you know he knows it, but he seems to only be spurred on further by your sobbed little gasps, watching your face with a hard focus. You reach clumsily up, trying to find a part of him to hold onto as he pounds into you, and he catches one of your searching hands in his own, pressing it to his lips.

You can feel your own arousal slick on his mouth against your fingers as he kisses them, and your head tilts back limply. Every soft part of you is driven upwards to bounce back under each thrust; and he leans over you, his fingers digging hard into your jaw to hold your face still.

“Look at me,” he hisses, harsh and low, and you do, your teeth cutting into your lower lip. “I need you to come for me again—need to feel it, feel your hot little cunt,” and you can’t form words to answer him, a hitched wail escaping instead before you manage to cut it off.

He releases your face, curving his neck to look over your body spread out beneath him. He sucks air through his teeth before leaning down and spitting on the place where your bodies join; the heat of his saliva running down through your cunt to coat his own cock as it stretches you open. His fingers work through the slip at your clit, and you’re already shuddering, spine curving as you writhe upwards.

You come loudly, louder than you ever have before; a broken, rasped cry ripped from your lips as your palms smack flat against his chest. Your walls squeeze him; his cock twitching inside you at the pressure, and it pulls him over the edge along with you. His rhythm stutters and as he cums it completes you; aching and hot and filled, his panting warm across your face.

You both follow the other’s breaths until they slow, the sheen of sweat on your body beginning to chill as it cools. He eases himself out of you and you wince at his withdrawal; your cunt tender. His low chuckle is warm against you as he gently pushes the hair from your face, drawing one of the heaped blankets out from underneath you to wrap over your entwined bodies.

“Good girl.”

You fall asleep to the sound of the rain; comforting as it washes the hull of the ship clean.

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I saw a recent ask about 1 raising Uzi and...what exactly DOES Uzi go through? Actually, what would her childhood even be like?

Uzi would have a very silent, but tame childhood, tbh. 1 can't verbally speak and uses ASL or her visor to put on text, so Uzi naturally follows in her footsteps while still breaching out on her own. 1 is still a bit more emotionless compared to Uzi, and in her more late teenage years, Uzi would wonder if her 'mom' could feel anything at all since her expression never changes.

Well, she gets her answer the hard way. This got longer than I intended, so enjoy a kinda-mini fic about their first huge fight. Feel free to ask if you're curious about more cus I don't really feel like vomiting it all out. ↴

1 is a traveler, so Uzi never really stayed in one place for very long. Lots of sight-seeing! But then Uzi would sometimes read about this concept called 'friends' in books and it would make her curious. 1 doesn't entirely know how to deal with it, but does ask Uzi if she want friends. When told yes, this does conflict 1.

But, a little bit of experimenting doesn't hurt, so if Uzi does want friends, she'll make them.

She decides to let Uzi go into a worker colony on her own to see if there's anyone she'd like to befriend. Uzi is almost terrified due to her being a bit socially inept, but 1 trusts that Uzi will be fine.

They eventually get Uzi in, but then that completely flips Uzi's knowledge upside down. These people...look like her. But they also look like those her mom have hunted. Not to mention, they seem so...bizarre. Well, the guy who she now knows is named Khan, operating those big ass doors are. For some reason he's really timid to speak with her, and he almost looks like he's about to start crying when Uzi tells him her name.

The guy's weird, but at least he offers her a place to stay.

After about a week, Uzi's terrified. She's fucking petrified of the thought of everything being a lie.

The worker drones. The murder drones. Why she never saw a single person who looked like her go outside. Why she always had to see her mom feeding off something like that.

Her mom- No, that THING, was designed to KILL her. She was designed to kill her ENTIRE fucking race.

She was just cattle all along.

She lied to her.

Once the week is up, she marches back out to an expectant 1, who is absolutely shocked when her Uzi nearly clocks her aside the face.

"YOU LIED TO ME!"

Uzi's voice was powerful.

1 is surprised by this, and does try to speak, but Uzi doesn't give her time to do anything except dodge her violent advances. Until 1 has no choice but to restrain her.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU DAMN LIAR! YOU'RE A LIAR! YOU WERE JUST FATTENING ME UP!"

1 doesn't know what the hell Uzi is saying. It takes a WHILE of struggling before 1 can get Uzi still enough to where they can look at eachother. Enough for 1 to blink up text on her visor that Uzi wanted to smash in so badly.

[ What did I lie to you about? ]

"Everything....You lied to me about EVERYTHING."

[Define your 'Everything.']

"EVERYTHING!" Uzi's voice felt like it shook the entire world.

"A....About me, about us, what I was meant to do...Why I fucking exist..." Uzi found her words scrambled, she found the question hard to answer, but right in the moment, these answers felt right.

"I was just cattle to you, wasn't I?"

Huh?

"You were just fattening me up to eat me, weren't you?!"

What the hell was Uzi saying?

"Did it all mean NOTHING to you?!"

[ Did what mean nothing? ]

"OUR LIFE TOGETHER, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Even Uzi was surprised at how she was willing to curse at her, even if she didn't fully understand why she was surprised. But, this was the truth, wasn't it?

"You...you took me in. For what fucking reason? Just to eat me? Was it all just so you could have a snack at the end of the day?! Is that it?!"

Uzi almost felt insulted at the actual shocked look 1's face imitated, was she really acting dumb?!

[ Why would you think that? ]

"Because that's your PURPOSE!" Uzi snapped so easily.

For once, 1 felt like she was walking on eggshells. Why did she feel so nervous?

"You were designed to kill me, to kill EVERYONE! I should've known something was wrong from the fucking start- I was never born from you, I was KIDNAPPED by you!"

[ I didn't kidnap you. I'm not going to kill you. ]

"Then what the hell WAS it?! Why did you take me in?!"

She didn't like the way 1 paused for so long. Was it all true, then?!

"Would you say the same fucking thing if you DIDN'T raise me?! Would you have killed me then?!"

For some reason, it was so visible in the way 1 slumped her shoulders.

[ If I didn't raise you.... ]

1 felt herself tense up as she blinked up the next text on her visor.

[ I would have killed you. ]

Uzi felt like something in her broke.

It was a lie. It was a lie. All of it was a lie.

Uzi saw red.

"You.....! Y-YOU FUCKING...-!!"

Uzi couldn't see the way 1 tried to get her to hold it, she acted before she could think.

She heard glass shatter, and a garbled and glitched screech, before she felt something swipe across her right eye, and SHE was now one screaming in return as she recoiled in the snow.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking badly.

For once, 1 felt regret.

For once, 1 felt shame.

Guilt, remorse, anguish, whatever the fuck it was, 1 felt it. But one thing she knew she didn't feel was anger. She just acted out of instinct, and the next thing she knew, her dau- Uzi, was now squirming on the floor, voice recoiling in agony as she tried to cover up the newly formed scratch on her eye that started to leak.

Her body acted on it's own when she tried reaching for her, but was met with a shove followed by a shriek.

"DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME DON'T TOUCH ME, DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!"

Something about hearing that word from Uzi....

1 didn't like it.

She felt like throwing up when she saw the way Uzi looked at her. She knew that look.

Hate. Fear. Despair. Betrayal.

She was used to having that face made at her, but something about now made it worse.

She hated her.

Uzi hated her.

Why did she hate her?

Wait, why was she asking that? She knew why. So why was she rejecting that possibility so badly? Did she want something from it?

Uzi was standing before 1 could process it, this time backing away from her like she never knew her.

"D-Don't....Don't EVER come near me again! Don't look at me, don't touch me, don't EVER FUCKING EXIST TO ME EVER AGAIN!"

Those words were hitting harder than any sort of wound. 1 didn't understand it.

She didn't mean it. She really didn't.

She could only find strength in her legs to take one step before Uzi was gone. She heard the large door close.

It was over.

Was it over?

No, it had to be. She was hated now. She was used to being hated.

So why did she feel so empty?

'Don't ever exist to me ever again.'

Those words stuck with her, despite how much it made her throat tighten. It hurt. She didn't know or understand how, but her instincts told her it hurt.

It was over.

All of it was over.

All of it.

#cherry's bullshit #murder drones oc #mom 1 AU #ig

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pinkoptics · 3 years

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Would You Catch Me If I Fall?

aka Cherik Fallen Angel fic

Part 2 of Chapter 2

(Previous parts now on Ao3)

Erik is going to do everything he can to make sure Charles is taken care of. Charles saved his life. That’s why. Right… right???

“Mr. Olsen, I believe you will do exactly as I’ve asked.”

Mr. Olsen opened his mouth, to protest most likely, but Erik was well practiced in speaking in a way that left no room for interruption. “You will, because you are aware of the exact amount my firm has donated to your hospital this year and every other before it.”

Mr. Olsen was turning an interesting shade of red. It had nothing on Azazel, but the flush beneath his skin was making a concerted effort.

“You are also aware of what it would do to this hospital’s reputation for being at the forefront of mutant medicine if my firm were to very vocally withdraw its support and place it elsewhere, say... Johns Hopkins?”

“Mr. Lehnsherr—“ Still red, but now also sputtering. “You do not have the authority. Shaw would never—“

Erik smiled in such a way that Olsen cut himself off. Erik’s smile, though the word hardly applied, very early in his career had earned him the nickname ‘The Shark.’ Only used when he knew his prey was very much backed into a corner of their own making and it was time for the kill.

“If The Incident were to suddenly appear on social media again, with a narrative much closer to the truth...”

Red became purple. “We have an NDA! You can’t—“

“When information is out it is out, Mr. Olsen. Non-disclosures only hold weight if the parties involved care about the consequences. I could give a fuck. Besides, whether this hospital is guilty or innocent, reputations once ruined are terribly hard to salvage, aren’t they? Once, tried in the court of public opinion...”

“Shaw would— you’d be—“

Erik simply raised an eyebrow.

Olsen was right. Erik didn’t have the authority to stop donations, Shaw would have his job and his ass if he ever went to the public about any of the firm’s cases. Moreover, he would probably lose his license to practice. None of those things mattered however, not because Erik truly didn’t care, but because Olsen only needed to believe he was serious. If Erik couldn’t sense the man’s weaknesses, and couldn’t exploit them, he would hardly have been the best lawyer at his firm (no matter what Emma said to the contrary). The seed of doubt, once planted in a weak mind, was notoriously difficult to weed out.

“Fine,” Olsen ground out. Looking like he was very much sucking on a lemon.

Erik levitated the paperwork he had prepared by its staple. It was accompanied by one of the disgustingly expensive fountain pens the firm utilized to perpetuate its reputation. It hovered in front of the sour countenance and Erik felt the same sense of satisfaction he did after a particularly shrewd cross examination.

Threatening Olsen in this way was beyond overkill.

However, Erik knew of nothing else that would resolve Charles’ situation as swiftly. As Olsen scratched out his signature nearly hard enough to tear paper, Charles’ need for insurance, identity, and anything else he did not have, vanished.

Besides, he’d never liked this man or this hospital, so if he got to have a little fun while getting Charles what he needed, all the better. The faster he could get Charles out of here unscathed the better. He owed him that much, possibly more. There were few people insane enough, selfless enough, to throw themselves in front of a car for a stranger. Erik had made it his life’s work to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves. Charles had more than earned that same protection until he was back to his former self.

T’s crossed and i’s dotted, Erik left Olsen to fume, so he could share the good news with Charles. The words that had been leaping forward died on his lips when he took in the state of Charles’ room.

“. . . Did you rob a florist?”

Charles graced him with a much less hysterical, much more pleasant sounding laugh than he had any time previously.

“Aren’t people just lovely? This one is from the nurse on call, Ben. He has the most adorable little boy. Teething at the moment, which is trying of course, but he’s so precious one can hardly be cross. I’m sure Ben would be happy to show you the photos too. This one is from Dr. Yousef, whom you’ve already met. She detests flowers, personally, as she’s never home consistently enough to care for them properly. This one is from Saima...”

While Charles no longer appeared to be in a state of hysteria, it appeared to be Erik’s turn, and he became suddenly, hysterically deaf. Had he misplaced a day? Or two? More? Was he the one with the head injury?

“Did you— I mean, do you know them?”

Charles cut off his still in-progress monologue about his sudden and inexplicable well-wishers.

“Oh no. We’ve just met. Nancy would like to get coffee when I’m better though. I believe that is a cultural expression of friendship, is it not? Or does coffee equal sex? It’s so hard to keep track of these things as humans rarely say what they truly mean. Why do you lot insist upon speaking in code? A code that changes every generation no less. Regardless, I’ve never had coffee. Given how utterly obsessed with it you all are I’m rather excited to find out what all the fuss is about.”

Erik didn’t know what part of that to address first, if at all.

Ben, Yousef, Saima... who the fuck was Nancy?

Sex?

Never had coffee?

“Oh Erik, I’m sorry. You look so confused again. I forget myself. I would much rather have coffee for the first time with you of course. At that diner you speak so highly of. I believe diners generally serve coffee.”

Erik blinked. Did that mean Charles wanted to be his friend or have sex with him? Or, did never having had coffee actually mean never having had sex? No. Wait. What in the fuck were they talking about?

What came out was, mercifully, “You make friends quickly.” This was something he and Charles certainly didn’t share.

“Do I?” Charles shrugged. “I love people. All people. They’re so fascinating.” Something else he and Charles certainly didn’t share. In his experience, most people were dull or cruel or both. Except Charles. Charles had been the exact opposite of dull or cruel right from the first. Crashing headfirst into Erik, literally and figuratively, and smashing all his expectations of what people did or didn’t do for one another. It might have also been the head injury/amnesia mitigating the dullness, making him say the most ridiculous things that Erik had ever heard and couldn’t even begin to sort out, but Erik didn’t really think so. He read people extremely well and Charles intrigued him. No one intrigued him.

Shoving the friends/coffee/sex equivalency conversation aside, Erik patted his briefcase. “I’ve sorted out everything with hospital administration. You won’t have to worry about insurance, bills... if there’s anything you need, just ask. They will be sure you get it.”

“I won’t ask how you managed it.” Charles’ look became conspiratorial. Almost as if he did know Erik’s methods. There was no way, of course, that he did unless he was a telepath, which Erik had already briefly mused on. “You really needn’t have troubled yourself, though I appreciate it, you, all the same.”

There it was again. The strange gravity his words seemed to possess. Erik flushed, not something he ever did, feeling that appreciation to his core. Charles’ smile deepened and somehow held the same weight as his words. Looking at it was almost too much, like looking straight at the sun, it warmed parts of Erik he hadn’t even realized were cold.

“You can stay with me,” Erik said, apropos of nothing, then flinched, his own words surprising him. It wasn’t the offer he had intended to make. The Firm put people up all the time for various reasons, and Erik had planned to slip Charles in to one of his current cases with no one the wiser. The doctor felt certain it wouldn’t be long until his memory returned, based on her previous experience of such cases.

Charles’ astonishment seemed to match his own. “Erik, that’s too much. You’ve done so much already.”

Erik rubbed at the back of neck, avoiding Charles’ eyes, which were comically, anime-wide. While he hadn’t meant to make the offer, he also found now that he had, he also had no sense of regret. His flat was large, he practically lived at the firm, so it would hardly be an inconvenience and the less he abused his position, the less tracks he had to cover.

He coughed, “There’s always Nancy.” Erik hoped the joke would break the sudden tension. “You could take her up on her ambiguous offer.” Charles laughed. Success.

“Coffee, and whatever else it may suggest, is a far cry from living together. Besides, I don’t even know Nancy.”

“You don’t know me either. You may have unwittingly saved a sociopath the world would be better without.”

Charles shook his head. “Don’t be absurd. You’re a good man, Erik. Better than you know.”

Everything about this was absurd.

“It’s settled then, when they discharge you, you can stay with me until we figure out who you are.”

Charles’ face, which Erik was already beginning to realize was nakedly expressive, came over suddenly unreadable.

“I—“ Charles hesitated, eyes flicking away from Erik to the window. Erik supposed coming to live with any stranger was enough to give anyone pause, especially someone who was as disoriented as Charles must already be. He was about to shift back to his original, much less awkward, plan when Charles’ gaze focused back on him. “All right. Until... until then.”

“Until then,” Erik echoed and they both fell suddenly silent.

He was inviting someone to live with him when he had never lived with anyone besides his mother his entire life. Roommates? Please. Erik had never had to, but would have rather lived in a squalid apartment than have to share a living space with anyone, even when putting himself through the extraordinary expenditure of american law school. Yet, here he was. Here they were. It felt right. Perhaps he had an overabundance of gratitude and quid pro quo to sate. It was the only thing that made any sense in the face of something that made absolutely no sense.

He’d probably regret it the instant Charles was in his space, but he also wasn’t someone who went back on his word, so he was taking in this stray whether he came to regret it or not.

Mama, at least, would approve.

Now on Ao3

Thanks for reading!!

#cherik #cherik fanfic #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #fallen angel fic #pinkoptics fic

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blueluneacy · 4 years

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Bathed in Sunlight

oh boy. OH BOY! so i wrote that other kars fic and immediately wanted to write a sequel. so i did. i am going to drop dead this is all my writing energy for the week put into kars fucking

Word Count: 4.4k, holy fuck

Warnings: not sfw, marking, biting, kidnapping, yandere, stockholms syndrome, general nasties, slight breeding, dub con, threats, serious dead dove do not eat

Man, life really was kinda fucked up right now, wasn’t it? You sighed as you sat, trying to ignore the ugly feeling in your stomach. You knew that Kars was going to show up soon. He showed up every evening, bathed in the lowlight of the setting sun and just relishing in it, and god, you wondered if he just chose the time because he found it amusing that he could reach you in the light. Either way, it disgusted you. And yet, you couldn’t fight the way the sun slowly reached the western horizon, just as you couldn’t escape here. Not that you didn’t think about it, but the threat that Kars frequently reminded you of stuck in your mind, even if he didn’t have to say it. The blood that was on his shoes when he entered your room, or that you found tangled in his arm when he pulled you into a shared bath was enough. But that didn’t mean you had become the perfect little… pet? Partner? Spouse? You weren’t actually sure what Kars considered you, though you certainly considered yourself simply a trophy, a prize for his efforts, degraded and forced to be obedient, bent to his will.

Well, sort of. You found that Kars was just the slightest bit less stubborn than you, leaving you just the least bit of wiggle room. The two of you knew when to pick your battles, when to relent and when to put your foot down. Kars seemed to be worn, tired from his days of carnage and reforming the world, allowing you to bicker and squabble over things that didn’t really matter, such as what you had to wear for the day or what the two of you would eat. On the other hand though, Kars never let you make a peep over larger decisions, like what the two of you would do, or where your place was. You were expected to come to heel when he gave you that look, and you did, but not because you wanted to, but because you were terrified, terrified of what he would do, both to you and to the rest of the world. It was a terrible burden to bear, this feeling that every action you took had the fate of the world in the balance, but you couldn’t help your nature. You were stubborn, you were angry you had to be here, and you hated Kars for what he had done to you.

You told yourself that, at least. It was easiest to tell yourself that all you felt in your chest was hatred, that it was all that pang you occasionally felt was just disgust. If you continued to tell yourself that over and over and over again, it would become true. It had to be. But alas, there wasn’t time to think about everything like that, it only brought down your mood. Not that you could ever have a good mood in a place like this. While the cage was gilded, it was still a cage nonetheless, and although you were certain that whatever you asked for would be given to you, all of it was not without its price. You grit your teeth as you heard those footsteps echo down the hall, leaning against the windowsill as you looked out to the forestry that surrounded this new home. Kars loved to be surrounded by nature, but the forestry and mountainous range was also a good natural defense. Smart bastard.

You didn’t turn when you finally heard the door open, hoping Kars didn’t notice the way you stiffened up, continuing to stare out into the distance. You heard him sigh at the way you avoided looking at him, the way you tried to deny him of the prize he felt as though he had rightfully earned.

“You aren’t even going to greet your lover when he enters the room?” Kars’ voice was harsh, and you could tell he was not in the best of moods. Well, that just isn’t fair, you hadn’t even done anything to piss him off yet. But still, you sighed and turned, looking over at the man and sighing.

“Sorry. I had seen a deer, I was focused on it.” You lied easily these days. It seemed like you had become a lot better at it, your voice no longer quivering when you did, but Kars only adapted, taking in your lies and deciphering them all. It wasn’t that hard, really, you didn’t work hard to hide your vitriol, but today, it seemed that Kars pretended to buy it.

“I see. Well then, come here. It’s been a long day, I wish to relax with my darling beside me.” Kars told you, already moving to lounge on a loveseat in the room, beckoning you forward with a curl of his finger. You just sighed, pulling yourself up from your chair and moving on over to your so-called lover. You sat down next to him, only for Kars to simply roll his eyes and reach over to pull you into his lap, smiling when the only resistance you put up was a huff of annoyance.

“How was your day, my dear? I know you must be so lonely, being left alone without me…” He cooed into your ear. You just rolled your eyes.

“My day was quite pleasant, actually. I had just a fine time by myself, reading and trying to figure out how to duplicate myself so I can escape this hell.” You replied with a sneer, leaving Kars just to dig his nails into your hips, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, how wonderful. Well, that time has ended, so I suppose you’ll have to continue tomorrow.” Kars spat, and you knew that you should probably bite your tongue at this point, but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be here, as much as a piece of you relished in how you were so close to Kars, clinging to him and safe from all outside danger in his arms. But you ignored that piece, reviled it, hoped that it would die out in your time here as you let poison drip from your tongue.

“Yes, I suppose I’ll have to remember how you murdered all my friends another time.” You replied, leaving Kars just to growl, turning you around and grabbing you by the chin so tight you wondered if you would have finger shaped bruises.

“Do you think you’re the only one who mourns, dearest? You forget that your friends struck the first blow, that… That your little friends killed the companions I had before your civilization was even an idea.” He let you go, and for a moment, you could actually see hurt in Kars’ eyes, a pang of guilt hitting your heart as you desperately tried to lock away, to keep yourself from giving into this obvious appeal to your emotions. Because he was right, you knew that. But still, everyone did what they had to do.

“You wanted to destroy everything. We had to do what we had to do.” You replied, shrugging as you looked away from the way his eyes bore into you.

“Yes. And so did I. The fact that you hold me to account for that when everything now comes into equality is truly hypocritical on your part.” Kars told you. You wanted to bite back, that he’s, you know, literally caused the death of millions, but before you could, he pulled you just a bit closer, pressing your chest against his. “It’s ironic, in a way. We are truly the last of our peoples. It’s only fate that we would end up together like this.” He told you, his lips moving closer to yours as he attempted to pull you into a kiss, but you just gulped, pushing him away in your panic, in your realization that no, Kars really did love you, and it was so much more sickening that you knew that in a way, he was right, your hatred of him was a little unjustified at the beginning. I mean, at this point in time, even if you threw out everything else he did, the kidnapping, threats of violence, and the fact that he was murdering all people who dared to challenge him was enough cause for hatred, but hey. You weren’t exactly concerned with semantics right now.

“I don’t care! I hate you, I really do hate you! You’re terrible! You can keep me here, you can torture me, but you can never force me to love you!” You spat, backing away from Kars as he grit his teeth, rising from his seat and looking down at you with an anger you rarely had seen.

“Oh, can’t I? You already are succumbing to me, I know you are, darling. You just need a little more convincing.” Kars replied, easily reaching over and grabbing you by the wrist and beginning to drag you onto the bed, ignoring as you squirmed and attempted to break free of his grasp. He just growled, throwing you onto the bed and easily maneuvering on top of you, pinning you down easily.

“You’re brave, but your stubbornness is simply pigheaded. Your insistence to try and fight every little gesture I give to you is infuriating, and I intend to put an end to that behavior.” Kars told you, his voice low in his throat. Before you could even bite back, his lips smashed into yours, all teeth and tongue. You weren’t quick enough to press your lips together, forced to submit to your lover’s kiss as he played with the collar of your loose fitting shirt. You whimpered, attempting to pull away only for Kars to lean in more, not breaking the kiss until he was satisfied. He smirked down at you as he saw the way you were breathless, panting and confused, swallowing as you looked up at the Pillarman, begging with your eyes for some sort of forgiveness. But still, it wouldn’t come. Kars just chuckled, easily tearing off your top with his claw like nails, leaving you to gasp, attempting to free yourself from his grasp once again.

“Oh, darling, don’t make me have to tie you up. You will let me do as I please during this, and you will enjoy all of it.” Kars growled, before moving his mouth to your shoulder and biting down, hard. You squeaked at the pain, taking deep breaths as you felt the vampire drink from you as he pleased. You could tell that he planned on making sure that the wound stayed and scarred, the idea of being marked by the man making you clench your legs together. God, get your head in the game! There was no way you could actually like any of this, and you were going to make that clear. To Kars at least, if you couldn’t make it clear to yourself.

“T-There’s no way I’m going to enjoy this… You can’t make me enjoy anything, you sick bastard…” You tried to sound at least the slightest bit threatening, but your attempt was pretty weak at best. Kars just hummed, pulling away from your neck and licking his lips. You saw the way your blood clung to his teeth and just shuddered, looking away as your face flushed.

“Is that so, darling? Well, we’ll just have to see about that…” He told you, releasing your arms in favor of reaching down and pulling off your underwear, carelessly tossing it to the side once off. You gasped at how he easily spread your legs apart, seeing how your body was producing just a bit of lubricant, a fact you quite wanted to ignore. Kars just hummed, running a finger along your folds to gather some up on his finger before licking it off. You just huffed, looking away as Kars chuckled at your dismay.

“Don’t look away. I want your eyes on me at all times while I do this.” His voice was smooth, sultry as he slotted his head between your thighs, your eyes widening.

“W-Wait, what are you-” Your own moan cut you off as Kars licked a long stripe against your folds, relishing in the way your thighs clenched around his head to bring him closer. You whimpered a bit, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself quiet as Kars easily lapped at your pussy, his tongue pushing inside of you before pulling out and moving to press chaste kisses against your inner thighs.

“How cute, you’re already clenching around nothing, pet. Have I been neglecting you? Oh, don’t worry, I won’t be making that mistake again.” He chuckled, before moving back in, pressing a finger inside of you. He was careful about it, fearing his claws would tear you open. You just grit your teeth, trying to stay strong, but god was it hard! Kars was obviously much more experienced than you, knowing exactly what to say to make you weak kneed.

“S-Shut up, you f-fucking- Ngh!” You threw your head back as Kars added another finger, the pad scraping against you g-spot. You panted as Kars took note, experimentally prodding at the spot and leaving you to moan. “Oh, pleasepleasepleaseplease-!” You moaned out, instinctually running a hand through Kars’ long hair. You were surprised to find that it was a lot softer than you imagined. Kars just chuckled, letting his tongue run over your clit before scissoring his fingers, stretching you open. When you realized that he was opening you up for his cock, you just clenched around his fingers again.

“There we go, perfect. This is what you should be doing, begging while I stretch you open for me. Such a pretty little pet, panting and mewling just for me.” He crooned, leaving you to whine. You wanted to argue so bad, that it wasn’t your fault that his fingers just so happened to feel amazing inside of you, but you weren’t sure that you could exactly make a convincing argument for that, especially while said fingers were still inside of you. So you chose only to respond with a soft moan, bucking your hips gently, unsure if you were trying to get him to stop or get more out of the experience.

Either way, Kars took it as an act of submission, moving back down to lap at the juices now freely flowing from you before adding a third finger. It actually stung a little, but the slight pain was greatly outweighed by the desire to be filled that was threatening to overwhelm you. You gripped Kars’ hair just a bit tighter, trying to pull him in closer as he worked you open, groaning softly at the way you just gave into him. But he was too slow, too teasing for you. You needed more, and now, but you didn't want to actually be the one to ask for it. No, that was a point of pride for you at this point, trying to calm yourself down as your body got hotter and more worked up, aching to be filled by this man who had ruined your life.

“K-Kars, I, oh god, p-please, I, oh right there, w-wait, n-no more, I, oh fuck!” Well, that attempt to try and get him to stop was great. You could barely get the words out, hips rolling against Kars’ face as he chuckled, the nails of one of his hands digging into the meat of your thighs.

“What is it pet? Do you need more? Do you need me to fuck you, to make you scream so everyone in this building knows who you belong to?”

No! “Yes!” God damn it! It was like your rational mind had been thrown out the window, consumed by the desire for Kars to fuck you, mark you, keep as his, safe and warm with him. “Please, I need it, please fuck me, please?” Your voice got softer, batting your eyes in the way you know Kars liked. When you felt like Kars was going to put his foot down on something, you tended to pull out those puppy dog eyes, knowing that Kars had a hard time resisting them. But, well, apparently those eyes didn’t translate to everything. Kars just hummed, pulling his mouth away from you but keeping his fingers inside of you, leaving you to just whimper as you saw your own juices on Kars’ chin.

“But, I thought you hated me, darling. Wouldn’t you rather I leave you alone, let you be here all by yourself?” Kars asked, his voice mocking in a way that made you just the slightest bit angry. God damn this man, he was really just going to make you say it, wasn’t he? Bastard.

“I-I… Please Kars. I need you, please. Y… You’re the one who made me like this, you have to take responsibility.” You told him, trying to make it sound reasonable, as if the two of you were actually arguing again, but this time you sounded so much more meek, your voice quiet and embarrassed. Kars just hummed, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, leaving you to whine in protest. He let his tongue lave along them before pulling you into a bruising kiss, watching as you just melted into it, wrapping your arms around the man and whimpering as you tasted your own juices on your tongue. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, squirming and attempting to spread your legs wider. Kars relished in your submission, in the power he held over you, using your own body against you in his fight to gain your affections. And the worst part was, it worked. Really fucking well. You watched as Kars quickly disrobed, swallowing as he finally pulled himself out of his loincloth, before looking away. God, he was massive, what the fuck! You were ill prepared for that, this may be a mistake. But Kars just smirked at your staring, slotting himself in between your thighs and rubbing his cock against your slickened folds.

“Didn’t you ever learn it was rude to stare? Or is it that you’re so entranced by me that you can’t help it?” Kars asked, leaning in closer as he positioned his body to hover over yours, his mouth leaning into your neck and shoulders to nip and suck deep bruises onto them, basking in the idea of marking you for everyone to see. Of course, there aren’t many people left to see it, but the sentiment was there. You whimpered as Kars rubbed against you, teasing you as the head never actually caught at your entrance. You pursed your lips and dug your nails into Kars’ shoulders just a bit, trying to express your frustration, but the Pillarman just seemed to laugh.

“What is it, darling? If you want something, you’ll need to tell me clearly.” Kars told you. You just looked away, clearly embarrassed as you started to wriggle a bit, hoping to see if you could take what you wanted yourself.

“B-But I already said it once! Don’t make me beg you again, it’s embarrassing Kars…” You tried to play up your whole innocent act. You weren’t lying, it was extremely embarrassing, but you were certainly trying to appeal to Kars as you stared at the sheets. He just smiled, not cruelly but in a way that actually made your heart flutter in a way you wished you could suppress, leaning into your ear and cooing sweetly.

“Tell me what you want again, sweetness. I love to hear you tell me, I could listen to it over and over again. I want to make you feel good, I’ll need to know exactly what it is you need from me.” His voice was so gentle, enough to make you completely relax against the bed as you finally seemed to fully fall under whatever spell Kars seemed to have cast over you, blinking up a few times before finally responding.

“I… I want you to fuck me Kars. Please, make me yours.” You replied, a glaze coming over your eyes as Kars smiled, pulling you into a tender kiss before slowly pushing into you. Your eyes widened at the stretch, easily clawing at Kars’ back in reaction to just how massive he was. No matter how much you felt like you wanted this, poor prep was poor prep after all. But Kars moved slowly, pulling away and whispering into your ear how well you were doing, how greedily your sweet cunt was swallowing up his cock, how you were almost there, just a few more inches. When Kars’ finally bottomed out inside of you, you felt almost sickeningly full, holding onto your lover tightly and trying to take deep breaths as you adjusted to the side inside of you.

“So good for me, there we go. Such a sweet, tight thing, pulling me in. I knew you loved me the same way I loved you, you just were too stubborn to admit it…” Kars whispered into your ear as he started to pull out, before slamming back inside of you. You let out a gaspy moan, your head rolling back as Kars began a slow but brutal pace, making sure you felt the drag of his cock in every thrust. You moaned, resting your head on Kars’ shoulder before the bold idea of mouthing your own hickies onto him occurred. He growled a bit at the feeling, his pace speeding up just the slightest bit as you sucked on his skin, frustrated to see your marks disappear as quickly as you left them. You grumbled a bit, biting down a little harder and smiling as you heard Kars gasp, before leaning in and giving you a nip of his own. He was clearly amused by the whole debacle, but there was also a clear message that he intended to remain in charge here, and that anything you do should remain playful at most. But all you wanted to do was mark your lover in the same way that he had marked you, and when it seemed like that wasn’t going to work, you resigned yourself to laying your head against his shoulder, crying out your praises and pleads to the man.

“K-Kars, please, so good, more, you feel s-so good, so big, fuck, need you, please, mooooore…” You whined, on the verge of drooling onto his shoulder as the Pillarman adjusted his hips to thrust into you a bit more deeply, the head of his cock nudging up against your womb and leaving you to shudder.

“Heavens, you’re mine. All mine, I love you, mine, mine to keep and fuck and fill full of my children. Don’t you ever forget that.” He growled into your ear, clearly starting to lose some of his senses as his pace sped up, his hips slamming against yours as he grew more feral, his hands finding their way to your hips and digging his claws into them to leave pinpricks of blood to spill from your soft flesh. In return, you just cried out and wrapped your legs around Kars’ waist, trying to pull him closer as you began to near your end.

“Y-Yes, Kars, god! Feels so good, please!” You were practically mewling at this point, your voice heady and broken as Kars took what he wanted from you, and god, you couldn’t be any happier over it.

“Say it. Say that you’re mine, that you love me.” Kars’ voice was low, husky, more akin to an animal than to a human at this point, but you couldn’t help but stumble over yourself to comply, to try and please him in hopes of reaching your own peak.

“All yours, I’m yours Kars! I love you, love you so much, I’ve always loved you, god, please, I’m so close, please let me cum, I need you!” You whimpered, your declaration of love enough for Kars to wrestle your head off his shoulder so he could look you in the eye, and you vague were able to take note of the wild look he had in his own, something that should scare you but only made pleasure curl more tightly in your belly.

“Good, cum for me, cum all over my cock and milk me, make me cum inside of you, plant my child in your belly, cum for me, (Y/n)!” His voice steadily grew louder until he was practically commanding you, and your body more than happily agreed, immediately clamping down on the man as you tumbled over the edge. You cried out Kars’ name as you found yourself in bliss, whimpering as you heard Kars let out a throaty, inhuman sound before sinking his teeth into your shoulder, holding onto you as he came. You moaned, quickly finding yourself rushing to overstimulation as Kars filled you up, easily pumping you full of copious amounts of cum, to the point where your belly started to look just a tad bigger. You blushed as you felt some of his cum push past the seal of his cock, dripping onto the sheets and leaving a mess to mix with your own slick.

When Kars finally pulled out and pressed his lips against yours, you nearly collapsed into the sheets, tired and sweaty from your vigorous lovemaking. You knew that you should feel upset. Embarrassed, angry even, but all you felt was calm, serene and fulfilled as Kars laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You didn’t fight them, only closing your eyes and laying your head against his chest.

“The poor sheets are going to stain…” You mumbled, trying to find the slightest bit of reason you could still grapple at to get out of this, to fight the now dominant side of your brain that told you that Kars loved you, he protected you, and you loved him back. Of course you did, didn’t you always?

“I’ll have someone clean them tomorrow, don’t worry. Just get some sleep, my dear. I’ll be here when you wake.” He cooed, and you just relaxed in his arms, snuggling up. The words slipped out, really, without any control over them. No one could blame you for saying them, for whispering something that only the two of you would hear.

“I love you.” And Kars just sighed, leaning in to press a kiss on your forehead as you finally began to drift off to sleep, knowing that the two of you would awake bathed in sunlight, reborn as the new rulers of this world. As the lover Kars always envisioned the two of you would be.

“I love you too, sweetling. I always have.”

#kars/reader #kars x reader #jjba imagines #jjba x reader #jjba/reader #yandere x reader #yandere/reader #yandere fic #writing #My writing #mine #NOT SFW

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When Stars Ignite - Chapter 12

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N: Surprise, a new chapter already! This one and the Chapter 11 were actually supposed to be one single chapter but we decided to cut it due to my inability to keep things short length. Hence, the same title with an addition and the consecutive days - just so you don't wonder. Also, in case anyone was confused by the timeframe reading Chapter 11, this supposed to be a flashback to when the whole thing between them started - sorry for not making this clear in the first place 💛

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: Langague, mention of alcohol and drug abuse, mention of NSFW content

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @night-rhea @carewyncromwell

It's just the way that you walk

It's just the way that you talk

Like it ain't no thing

And every single day is just a fling

Then the morning comes

~ Smash Mouth - Then The Morning Comes ~

Lizzie woke the next morning to a painful pounding inside her head and a mouth as dry as dust. It took her a few moments to find her bearings; the light of the morning sun didn’t fall onto her bed like it did now, and neither did her sheets smell like Orion’s aftershave.

With that thought the memories of last night hit her like a freight train. Covering her eyes with her hand, she let her head slump back onto the pillow, a breathy chuckle leaving her parched throat. She certainly hadn’t expected that to happen when she had agreed to go to her first poetry slam with Orion. Saying she regretted sleeping with him would have been a blatant lie, though; it had been far too good for that.

Sitting up slowly, Lizzie stretched her back, rolling her neck from side to side; her head hurt like hell but it wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated. Orion seemed to be up already, which didn’t surprise her; Lizzie knew he was an early riser from the many years they had spent touring together.

Her eyes fell onto the nightstand and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile. A full bottle of water and a blister pack of painkillers were waiting for her there. Not sure what she was more grateful for, the meds or the water, Lizzie took a large gulp out of the bottle first before washing down one of the pills with a second, smaller sip; her mouth was so dry, she wasn’t even sure any of the water was reaching her stomach at all.

She sat between the sheets for a little longer, her back leaned against the rough brick wall. Taking small sips out of her bottle every now and again she contemplated last night’s events.

In a thousand years she wouldn’t have anticipated ending up in bed with Orion when all they’d had planned had been a night out together. And it wasn’t like she could blame it all on getting drunk and high out of her mind either; Lizzie was honest enough with herself to admit she’d always found him more than a little attractive, but so far, it had stopped for her at that.

The dreamcatcher hanging from the window frame directly above the bed was painting intricate shadows on the sheets. Lost in her thoughts, Lizzie watched them, trying to discern if she felt any different after spending the night with one of her best friends.

If she was completely honest with herself, the answer was no. Neither she nor her feelings towards Orion seemed to have changed in any way.

She shrugged the thought off and swung her legs out of the bed, standing up slowly in case her circulation was still funky. She grabbed her shorts from the ground where she had unceremoniously tossed them last night. Exchanging the shirt Orion had given her with her own top, she pulled a new hair tie from her pocket and pulled her tangled hair out of her face.

With the warm shirt and her hair gone from her bare shoulders, Lizzie noticed how cool the morning air felt against her skin. She grabbed the black hoodie she had borrowed yesterday from another place on the floor and put it on again. Following the soft sound of Orion’s guitar that was drifting down from the rooftop terrace, she climbed up the steps and through the open skylight.

Orion was sitting on the deckchair with his acoustic guitar in his hands, playing a melody Lizzie didn’t recognise. One of his countless notebooks was lying in front of him and she could spot a pencil being stuck behind his ear. Lizzie waited until he stopped playing to write something down before she walked over to him.

He looked up from his notes as she sat down on the end of the deckchair. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Lizzie smiled. She tilted her head, trying to catch a glimpse of what Orion was composing. “What was that you were playing?”

“Something new,” he smirked. He closed the notebook and carefully put his guitar away. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” Lizzie chuckled, “No wonder though…” She indicated the water bottle she was still holding, “Thanks for that, I didn’t even realise how thirsty I was.”

“That’s what smoking does to you,” Orion shrugged. “I got us some fruit from the market down the road for breakfast, if you want some.”

Lizzie had already spotted the huge plate laden with an assortment of colourful fruit on the table behind him. It was only now that she realised just how hungry she was. “How do you know that’s what I like for breakfast?”

He looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “We’ve been touring together for five years now, remember?”

Lizzie felt her cheeks go red. “Obviously. I can’t think before coffee.”

“I made you some, but no idea if it’s good,” Orion shrugged. “You know I don’t drink coffee myself.”

Lizzie made her way over to the table and poured herself a cup. “Then why do you have coffee in the first place?”

“Merula likes some when she’s here.”

She took her first sip after adding sugar and milk but even then the bitter taste was so overwhelmingly strong that Lizzie couldn’t help but grimace.

Orion watched her with a sympathetic expression. “Too strong?”

“A little,” Lizzie croaked, trying to wash the taste away with another sip of water.

“Sorry, that’s how Merula likes it.”

“No wonder she never laughs if her days start like this,” Lizzie replied sardonically.

Orion had to chuckle at her words. “Our tastes can mirror our personalities, that’s true; I wouldn’t tell her that, though.”

He raised his own mug that had been resting on the floor beside him. “If you don’t like the coffee, I can only offer you tea, I’m afraid.”

Gingerly pushing her coffee cup as far away from her as possible, Lizzie nodded gratefully. “I’d be fine with that.”

Lizzie was surprised at how relaxed and comfortable the atmosphere between them was; it was like having breakfast with her best friend, just like it always had.

None of them spoke about what had happened last night, nor did they feel the need to. Now, in the light of a new day, the fact that they had slept with each other seemed almost surreal. Lizzie was relieved to see that, just like her, Orion didn’t seem to have any issues with it whatsoever.

She had just picked out another cherry from the fruit platter when her phone started ringing, the familiar picture of Skye flashing across the screen. She motioned for Orion to be silent before accepting the call.

“What’s up, Skye?” she greeted her breezily.

Skye didn’t seem to share her good mood, however. “Where the fuck are you?”

“What?”

“We were meant to go running today? I’ve been waiting for a solid twenty minutes now.”

Lizzie mouthed a silent curse; she had completely forgotten about that. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I slept in, it got a little later yesterday than I expected.” She tried not to grin as her eyes flicked over to Orion.

“Oh yeah, how was the slam?”

Lizzie almost choked on her tea as she tried not to snort with laughter. “You want to know how the slam was?” she repeated Skye’s words, watching Orion cover his mouth with his hand as he, too, was trying very hard not to laugh.

“It was very good, thank you for asking. I got some whole new perspectives out of it.”

“Maybe I should come next time.”

“Oh, believe me,” Lizzie grinned, “it wouldn’t have been your thing at all.”

“Hm, if you say so. How about Orion? Haven’t seen him quite so excited about something in a long time.”

“Well, I think he had quite a good night,” she smirked, throwing her cherry at Orion as he was shaking with silent laughter.

“Anyway,” Skye sighed through the speaker, “what’s the deal now? Could be at your place in ten minutes.”

Lizzie racked her brain, trying to come up with a suitable excuse. “Uhm no, I’m actually not home right now.” Her gaze fell onto her cup of green tea. “I ran straight out of coffee this morning and I’m on the hunt for some.”

Luckily, Skye seemed to buy it. “Fine, want to meet for lunch later?”

“Make it dinner and I’m in,” Lizzie answered, “Say hi to Erika for me,” she couldn’t help but add with a wicked grin.

She could practically see Skye blushing, even through her phone. “What makes you think I’m with -”

But Lizzie had already hung up on her.

The laughter was still dancing in Orion’s eyes when he shook his head. “You’re truly evil, do you know that?”

Lizzie chuckled. “That’s not what you said last night.”

“Fair enough,” Orion conceded. “But I’m curious, why did you lie to her?”

“First of all, I didn’t lie; I just didn’t tell her all the details. It’s none of her business anyway.” The smile vanished from her face and Lizzie averted her eyes. “And besides, I don’t want her to get into a conflict because she’s hiding something from her father.”

She took a deep breath, the mood suddenly not at all relaxed anymore. “And about that…”

But Orion had already guessed what she wanted to say. “You want to keep this a secret.” It wasn’t a question but an observation.

“If that’s cool with you.”

To her relief, Orion nodded. “It suits me well. I agree with you, it’s no one’s business but our own. And a secret shared between friends can only serve to deepen the friendship.”

Lizzie nodded in agreement, glad to see they were on the same page about this. She finished her tea, popped another cherry into her mouth and got up to leave.

“Is it okay if I borrow that for today?” she asked, motioning at the sweater she was still wearing. It wasn’t cold by any means, but the sweater was cosy and soft, just what she needed on a hungover day like this. It smelled like something resembling ginger, a scent she found very pleasant.

Orion followed her inside and showed her to the door. Just as she was about to leave, he caught her wrist and held her back.

“Any chance for another kiss?”

Lizzie hesitated, looking at him apologetically. “Sorry, I don’t usually do that.” Her lips twisted into a sly smile as she added, “And you got way more than a kiss anyway.”

She turned to go, but changed her mind on a whim; standing on her tiptoes, Lizzie pressed a quick kiss onto his cheek.

“Maybe next time.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #rockstar au #orion amari #lizzie jameson #when stars ignite #wsi #besties collaborate

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looking-glass-ties · 3 years

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Hello! Can i ask for a mclennon fic some sort of fight/trouble/accident with paul and john being protective? Tysm!

thanks for being my first askbox submission!!! i appreciate it a lot :) it took a bit longer than expected i’m sure so i’m sorry!

no warnings needed: fluff & kissing

if anybody else wants to request somethin just fire away!! (i won’t do scat, noncon, or ageplay)

The First Time Paul Threw Rocks At John’s Window

It was about 3am. John Lennon was asleep in his single bed, having a dream about something that didn’t necessarily matter. Because he immediately forgot about it whenever he awoke to the sounds of an irregularly timed tapping at his window.

He groaned and swung his feet over his bed so he could sit up. Then he reached over to turn on his bedside lamp. John glanced at his glasses, thinking for a moment maybe he should put those on to see what was going on outside, but he ultimately decided against it.

He walked over to his window and stood there for a second, obviously still in a haze from his previous sleep. But the noise came again, and this time a bunch of small taps happened consecutively. He drew back his curtain and pulled up his window, peering out of it to see what the cause was.

“Hey...John?” a voice whisper-yelled, and just by his voice John already knew it was Paul. However, it was dark outside, and his vision was terribly bad. So he ran over to put on his glasses; now he would be able to see Paul clearly.

“Paul...Don’t ya know it’s late?” John replied back, his voice barely breaking through a whisper. Paul’s expression was what John noticed first, and it was one of concern. But then John flicked his eyes to Paul’s lips, and there he noticed it had to have been bleeding. He examined his clothes and could tell they were disheveled, and Paul usually kept his shirt tucked in.

“Oh, well I can go,” Paul went to turn around, but John shook his head frantically.

“No! Stop it, love...Are y’bleedin’? What even happened?” John really had no clue if his examination was right, but he still had to ask. Because if Paul was, he would be down the steps to assist him inside in three seconds flat.

“Got into a fight,” was Paul’s simple answer, causing John to sigh. Of course he had gotten into a fight. Paul didn’t want to go home because his father would kill him if he could see the fresh busted lip he had. John would be of help to him, considering they were best mates.

“Hang on, I’m gonna let ya in.”

Closing the window, John grinned to himself. Paul had chosen him to help him out in a time of need. They really must be close, after all.

Even though it was late and Mimi was surely asleep John still hopped down the stairs. She was a heavy sleeper, so unless there was pounding on her door there was no way to make her wake up on such short notice.

He opened the door to reveal Paul, and John nearly could’ve cried. What he couldn’t see from the upstairs window were now on full display face to face. Not only was his top lip bleeding, but it was clear that his nose previously bled as well. “Christ, Macca,” John pulled him in by his hand, and shut the door behind him. “We gotta clean that up, don’t ya think?”

Paul shrugged, wiping his eye with the other unoccupied hand. John didn’t know if he’d been crying or not, but he pulled that same hand all the way to the restroom to turn on the light in there. Once they got in the room, John shut the door.

“Aright, now what fuckin’ happened, Paulie?” John asked, now that they were in their own confinement.

Paul shook his head, not really seeming like he wanted to disclose the details. That left much to John’s imagination.

“Did someone try t’mug you?”

Paul shook his head once more, turning to look in the mirror for the first time since the incident. He physically winced at the appearance of himself all bloodied, and John turned him back to look into his eyes. “It’s all okay now, love,” he soothed, a hand tilting his head up by his chin. “I got ya.”

(John wanted to kiss him now, but he didn’t know if it would hurt his lip or not.)

Instead, he just moved Paul towards the back of the bathroom so he could sit him down on the toilet seat. Paul licked his lips and tasted that bitter taste of iron, and now more than ever John wished he only knew what happened to the poor, beautiful boy. But he didn’t, so he could only help with what Paul needed right now: first aide.

John got a wash rag from the rack and turned on the sink to drench it with cold water. Once it was fully wet, he turned off the sink and wrung it out for the most part.

He dabbed it on Paul’s lip first, collecting the dried blood from it.

“When did this happen?” John inquired. He wanted to paint a mental timeline for when this took place.

“An hour ago, maybe longer than tha’,” Paul mumbled under the rag, but John still understood him nonetheless. “I’ll be okay now, though. ‘Cause I know you’ll help me, John.”

“‘Course I’d help you,” John assured his best friend who he sometimes kissed. He folded over the rag and was now cleaning up his bloody nose. “But Paul. Just tell me please...Who did this to you?”

Paul simply couldn’t tell him, because that would only stir up problems within his household. His dad didn’t mean to, he was just drunk on hard liquor. He must have confused him with someone else. Those things just happened sometimes, but it was kind of shocking because it came out of nowhere. One second his dad was coming in the door, the next he was being punched in the face. With no explanation. Paul couldn’t tell John because John would try to do something. He would have to concoct up a lie.

“Alright. Fine. I didn’t wanna tell ya ‘cause it’s embarrassing...But Mike did it,” he lied, praying that John wouldn’t dare question him further. “So I walked here to get out of the house. I can’t hurt me little brother.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” John wouldn’t have that answer. “Did your da’ do this? Was he fuckin’ drunk and come in hittin’ you?”

“No! It wasn’t, I promise it was Mike! I couldn’t hit him back, John! It’s all right! I promise!” Paul’s eyes seemed to plead with John, almost begging him to believe him. But he didn’t want to invoke Paul, even though he could see by the damage done to his face that it had to have been somebody grown to have hit him like that. At the same time, he knew he loved Paul, but his and his father’s business wasn’t John’s, no matter how much he wished it was. He couldn’t step between a father and son who still lives at home. It may cause a huge uproar and that wasn’t ideal. He wanted to keep Paul in his band and berating his father wouldn’t make that happen. Jim would make sure John never sees him again. John would do something to Jim; he just didn’t know what yet. It would have to be in a way that nobody could tell what he’d done, make whatever small thing he would do to the man look like an accident. He’d have to go over the plan more later. For now he was just going to be attentive to the boy before him, hurt and honestly still scared.

Once John was done cleaning up the fresh wound, he got down on his knees to be face to face with the boy sitting down on the toilet. It made his stomach turn that his pretty Paulie was really hurt like this. His top lip was red and the split in the skin there was still open, as little of a cut there was anyway.

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like tha’?” Paul blushed, arms instinctively wrapping around John’s neck. They’ve been in situations like this before, being so close. They kissed all the fucking time, but right now, in this bathroom, Paul just had the feeling that this night was different.

“Hurts me seein’ your lip like that,” John replied, staring deeply into his eyes. God, his eyes were so perfect to John. His eyes, nose, lips. Everything about his face just made him swoon for the lad, though he knew it was wrong. “And I—I think I may love ya. Can’t stop lookin’ at ya ‘cause you’re still so pretty, busted lip or not...” He tried to joke around, his playful side always seeming to break loose.

He leaned into him and placed a kiss on Paul’s forehead, tilting him up by his chin using his two main fingers. “You can’t possibly still think that. It looks so bad, Johnny…”

“No…You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Paul. N-no matter what. Always did think tha’, you know.”

Paul blinked a few times, simply locking his gaze into John’s as if nobody else in the world but him mattered. He hurriedly smashed his lips against the older, completely disregarding the fact that his top lip was busted. John tried to kiss him slow and steady, but Paul wanted it full of desire and lust. He moaned into the kiss and entangled his fingers in the auburn hair before him. John was the first to press his tongue against the boy’s, and allowed them to swirl around each other’s mouths. This kiss was definitely the most heated one they’ve ever had, and probably the most meaningful. It wouldn’t ever be the same from this day forward.

#mclennon #beatles slash #mclennon slash #mclennon fluff #mclennon shorts

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athena-is-a-chaotic-lil-shit · 4 years

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Of Ice and Blood

Part 2

Hello there! I present to you, part 2 of my orc x fem!human series!

I still don't know what to name this fic of mine

I should've thought about the title in the first place lmao

Anyways! I'll try updating constantly if I can. Enjoy reading!

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Tai'chi Kashharzol (Orc) x Pearl Blackbell (Human OC/Reader)

Warnings: Cursing, lots of cursing. Mild violence and mentions of injury.

UD 01/10/21 : CLEANED AND PROOFREAD PROPERLY (hey I did my best)

(reference to the mask she's currently wearing //her hair is still braided// )

Even with the tedious introduction the professor was on about, I couldn’t help but pick up the whispers of my human classmates, and the unmistakable nasty odor they were giving off.

“Hey. Look at that orc over there.”

“Tsk. Beast. Why is it even here—”

“I bet it’s gonna get suspended from breaking someone’s arm.”

“It looks like he’s gonna kill somebody soon.”

Snickers and clicks of disgust went around the group.

The professor shushed them, not quite knowing what they were talking about before he moved on.

I cursed, feeling my blood boil from their words. The orc wasn’t even doing anything! And they slander him like that? I would love to break their fucking ne—

No, damn it! No violence! Mama will go crazy if she finds out I broke someone’s spine. Behave and endure. Remember your training.

...but seriously though, I'm going to fucking snap their legs. Nah, perhaps use pepper spray on their eyes until they go blind, even though the mixture inside my spray bottle wasn’t made to have permanent effects on someone, but it would still cause great discomfort.

I hugged my backpack, the thought of my dusters inside somehow comforting.

I didn’t notice Tai'chi was taking glances at me out of concern while I was imagining how I’d smash those jerks’ faces.

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My mind wandered around the interaction by the gates earlier, and how... contradicting... it was when I entered the building.

Everything passed like a blur as I continued daydreaming about other things, hardly paying attention to what everyone else was saying. Plus it takes a lot of concentration to survive their pungent scents.

A bell rang, bringing me back down to Earth. It was lunchtime already.

Everyone seemed relieved as they started filing out of the area and headed towards the cafeteria. [a/n: Ooh that rhymed] I failed to see the lingering glances of barely masked distaste in our direction.

I glanced at the or— Tai'chi, whom I found out was looking at me already, stunning me at how he stared for a moment before I broke eye contact and stood up, which he also did. I almost fell back down my chair when I scented him.

Wha—

How the fuck did I not smell him before?!

I must’ve focused too much on the awful odor surrounding me that it didn’t register this—

This, oh my God.

To describe it, it was simply so— manly (or is it Orcish?). Like the scent of fresh earth and the warmth of a fireplace in the midst of a cold night. Embers crackling and sending sparks up into the sky.

He doesn’t smell one trace of a beast at all! In fact, I’ve never smelled someone so clean, so pleasant, all the while exuding masculinity, and was that a tad hint of vanilla?

For the first time in a while, I couldn’t place what the feeling was exactly. He simply smells so— good. Which is a positive sign?

I looked up to his eyes once more before I blurted out, probably a little too high-pitched;

“Lunch?”

Seriously? That’s what comes out of your damn mouth?

“I mean, do you want to go grab some lunch? At the cafeteria?” I clarified to sound normal and unaffected, (even when I clearly am).

Was the last part necessary? You’ve broken noses, dealt painful blows like a skilled warrior, but you’re embarrassing yourself.

I was busy reprimanding myself that I nearly missed what he said.

"Sure.”

He straightened up, and I was then faced with the reality of how damn tall he is. Or is it because I’m short? I barely reached over 5 feet, and he is standing there, almost three heads taller than me. Was he hunching for my sake earlier?

Wowie…

I scented a hint of pride, and was that a small quirk of his lips for a second there?

Huh. My mask is a lifesaver, or else he would've seen my jaw dropping.

I followed him out and headed straight for the campus’ cafeteria, all the while trying to converse here and there.

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'Trying’ was not the right word.

Definitely not.

It was surprising, how easy and nice it was to talk to him. I could scent his apprehensiveness when I talked to him at first, but he relaxed not long after I introduced myself properly.

It felt... natural.

I learned that he came from the Northside of the country and moved to the city last year to pursue his dreams and to find a better future for his clan. I also told him about my family and home, along with my reasons for being here, leaving out the… violent part.

“My family and my entire clan wanted the best for me and my brothers. Up in the North, education is… very limited. Although ever since we were young, we were taught everything from our clan’s history, how to hunt for food, what herbs and plants were poisonous, what were medicinal and edible, how to stay alive, survive and so on.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But we were cut off from the modern world. Times are changing, fast. Global warming being a major problem, leaving a huge impact on our living. So, when my clan heard about a school in the city, open to all races, they turned to us, the youth, and we took this chance.”

I looked down and thought about how disconnected the others were, only given the freedom to modern society eight years ago. Eight years is a long time, but I guess it’ll take more than that for everyone to get used to the change. That doesn’t mean they should treat them poorly!

As I realized I’ve been quiet for a while, I shot up and apologized for not replying.

“No, it’s okay. You looked like you were in deep thought. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Y-yeah… I was—”

“Thinking about how the majority of the human race still see us as beasts?”

There was a bit of spite in his voice, although barely noticeable. Or was it because I caught a whiff of it? No one was paying much attention to us while we were walking. But I noticed many of them hastily stepping aside and felt their glares at my back.

“How did you know?” I asked, curious.

“I could tell from your- I could tell, from the way you frowned earlier when one of those humans said something.”

Oh. He was looking at me that time?

“Frowned? But my mask—”

“It’s easy to tell if you are frowning when your eyebrows scrunch up like that. Believe me, my father does that a lot.”

“Ah. Well. It was just very rude of them. To talk shit about you and your kind like that, as if they were any better. You weren’t even doing anything, and they judge you based on your race. Orcs are civilized and intelligent just like any other, and I don’t understand why there’s still so much prejudice after eight damn years—”

I stopped and restrained the urge to go wild and curse every single human who smelled so foul every time we pass by.

“Sorry. I was...rambling.”

Was I this talkative? Maybe it's because I never had anyone to talk to.

He didn’t reply, which I found strange, so I glanced over at him and saw his eyes wide open and brows shooting up in surprise. It was almost comical.

“Uh, Tai'chi?”

Before he could even utter a word, we arrived at a huge hall where students were chatting and enjoying their lunch. Still, I noticed some humans were giving unkind looks to a gathering of goblins eating at the far left side corner of the cafeteria.

And of course, I didn’t fail to smell that wretched odor coming from a group of girls on my right when we walked in. I also recognized the one who pushed me, (No doubt it was intentional). I had to pinch my nose over my mask just but I could only block out half of it.

Ah shit, this mask doesn’t have proper air filtration.

I groaned as I tried to cut off the noise and thickened scents. For real, I wasn’t expecting it to be this harsh! I could literally smell discrimination and hate in the air!

Fuck. I should’ve worn my other mask. I swear I’m gonna burst if I stay and inhale more of that any longer—

“Pearl, are you okay?”

I groaned again and didn’t reply, busy controlling my sense of smell to even open my mouth. We were standing there like a pair of street posts, blocking a small part of the main entrance. That is if there was a 5ft- tall post. I’m more like that foldable caution sign.

“Pearl—”

“Hey, you there! Freaks! Move out of the way.”

Great. Another awful fucking odor. And what a coincidence! It was the one I smelled this morning!

“Are you deaf? I said—”

He shouldn’t have grabbed my shoulder, shouldn’t have tried to shove me aside, for the second I felt his hand reaching for me, and before Tai'chi could pull me away, my reflexes kicked in.

What did I do exactly? Oh, I simply grabbed that damned arm of his, threw him over my shoulder, and slammed him down on the tiled floor in front of me, finishing a one-arm shoulder throw.

The people in the area halted what they were doing and a short-lived silence came over, broken by whispers.

So much for keeping a low profile.

The guy I just performed basic self-defense on was spitting curse words at me. He was still on the floor, trying not to voice the pain in his back.

“Freak! You’re a monster, aren’t you?! How dare you do this to me. Don't you know who I am?!" he yelled.

Did he mean me or? Either way, what he said was not true.

I tried to calm my anger down and gave him a forced smile, under my mask, and mustered up the voice and tone I always used when I’m annoyed.

But right now, I am pissed.

“Now, dear, fellow, human, what you said was clearly untrue. I am entirely human and this person beside me is an orc. Or were you blinded by your overgrown ego and disgusting attitude to see the obvious in front of you? Surely that must be it. The entrance to the cafeteria is wide enough for two people to not serve as a hindrance to the ones coming in, but still, you chose to try and shove me aside yourself. Well, I won’t apologize but I’ve had enough pushing for one day. And lastly, no, I do not know you and I don’t care.”

I gritted my teeth, my face hurting from smiling forcefully. The cafeteria was quite silent enough all the while and no doubt they heard every word I said.

Fuck.

I twisted around and bolted out of the building.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! I blew it! Fucking blew my chance to have a normal college life! Now everyone will think I’m some crazy person and would, without a doubt, avoid me forever.

I was too busy cursing and walking away, planning to hide in a hole for all eternity that I didn’t feel the presence of someone following me.

Without thinking much of where I was heading, my feet led me to a secluded part of the uni. Tall trees lining up before and around me looking like an entrance to a forest, and so I tried hiding behind one. Hoping that the guards wouldn’t notice and detain me or something.

I sat down between the great roots of an oak tree and rested my head on top of my knees as I took deep breaths and listened.

Nature always had a place in my heart. How could it not? When you can hear the chirps of little birds, the soothing sound of leaves rustled by the wind. And the peace that comes with it all.

Not to mention it smells so relaxing.

“Hello there.”

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Haha! What will Pearl do next I wonder, and who is this person who followed her??

Had to cut it off at that part because my dearest self just loves cliff hangers—

And because I wanted to post something as soon as possible.

Hope you enjoyed! I will be working on the third part asap.

Tags: @kokokatsworld @crackinanutshell

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hayden-thefuck-whywouldyoudothis · 3 years

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The Inevitable

Hello wonderful people! This is going to be my first ever fanfic that I am posting anywhere, so please be nice. I would appreciate feedback, and I think that if it does well here I’ll post it n Ao3.

I came up with this fic idea a little while back, and I’ve been writing it since 03/13/21. Basically the idea is that while Tommy was in the afterlife, he met characters who died during Tales From The SMP episodes that took place in the past. They told him their stories, and Tommy connected the dots. He goes to confront Karl in Kinoko Kingdom.

This story includes a headcanon that is not mine. I read a fanfic with the mute!Karl headcanon. The story was an absolute banger. If you want to hear a little more about that go read their story Come Home With Me by icaruswontmelt on Ao3

Story starts under the cut .

The Inevitable, by BangHaydenCoven

Death was the one thing that had always been truly eternal. When Wilbur came back as Ghostbur, it had seemed like death maybe wasn’t completely permanent because Wilbur was back. But he hadn’t been brought back to life. He was a ghost, a shell of the person he had been before everything went to shit. Tommy had truly thought that death was the one thing that stayed constant on this god-forsaken server. Being beaten to death and brought back by the person who hurt you so deeply puts a lot of things that were just beyond reach of perfectly understandable, into perspective. In the amount of time that had gone by while Tommy’s life actually went to hell and back, everything had changed. Tubbo had gotten married of all things, He had a kid. And a new best friend as well, apparently. There was, for the first time in a long time, a semblance of peace between all of the factions. Peace smashed, the moment he had been let out of the prison. No one looked at him the same way anymore. No one looked at him like the kid he was. The kid he was supposed to be. All they saw was an anomaly. Not a real, live, breathing person who has feelings and needs validation, just like other people. Proof of something that never should have been real.

Since declaring that Dream had to die, Tommy had holed himself up in his little house dirt mound of a house. When he finally got over the initial panic, the firsthand terror of forcing himself to think about the time he had spent dead, he allowed himself to do it freely. Puffy had told him it was good to think back on the trauma. He wasn’t sure just how much he could trust that ideology, but it seemed to work for the most part. Tommy had spent the majority of his time in the afterlife with the people he had known when he was alive. Wilbur, Schlatt, Mexican Dream. It had been pretty simple. They spent a lot of time playing card games, for some reason. But one day, a fight had sparked between Tommy and Schlatt, causing the younger to storm off into the distance. He had been fuming that day. It hadn’t even been a fight that made sense. Schlatt had thrown some baseless accusations his way, and Tommy had just given up. He needed a break. So he walked away.

He walked.

And he walked.

And he stopped.

Looming over him was a building that was like nothing Tommy had ever seen. It was old, dusty, and cold. It belonged in the afterlife, to put it simply. It fit. It was a simple embodiment. Then, laughter filled the air. Frightening, drunk laughter that was cold but inviting. Tommy followed the spine-chilling noise into the building where he found four people. Three were dressed like they were from the Wild West. Cowboy hats, cowboy boots, and simple revolvers at their hips. The fourth was also clearly from the same time period, put was dressed simply. When he walked into the building, they just stared at him. Cold, level stares that made him feel like he would rather die all over again then be stuck under those gazes for the rest of eternity. But suddenly the looks of the people softened as they beckoned him over, introducing themselves as Connor, Mason, and Jack Kanoff. They were group of bandits called the Democrat Haters, and a simple bartender named John John. They told him their story, to put it simply. They told him how they died.

That was only the beginning.

Tommy wandered for a week straight, meeting people, hearing their stories. He met higher members of society who attended a masquerade only to die brutal deaths at the hands of a possessed butler, the members of a village with a crazed murderer that didn’t know haw to stop, that killed people brutally, among many others. And every single story Tommy heard had a one thing in common. There was always one man, in every story, who appeared out of no where, wearing colourful clothing and iridescent goggles perched on his head. He didn’t always use the same name, but he was always there, no matter when it had happened. As Tommy moved around his home to prepare, one thought rang true in his mind.

Karl was getting a visitor tomorrow.

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Walking to Kinoko Kingdom had taken a lot longer than Tommy had originally thought and planned for. Not that the little settlement was close to the rest of the Greater SMP, but it wasn’t far either. Regardless of distance, it was still far too long of a walk for Tommy to be in a good mood when he arrived to find Sapnap of all people tending to the garden in Kinoko. Usually Tommy would have snuck up behind Sapnap and scared him to intentionally piss the older man off, but that was the old Tommy. The old Tommy had stayed dead. Instead, he announced his presence by kicking an acorn at the other mans head. There was a loud yelp, followed by a string of curses that matched the flowers in the garden with how colourful they were.

“George, I swear to god, if-” his sentence dropped of in a look of pure disbelief as he turned around, expecting to see his best friend that deserved a good scolding. A dead teenager was definitely different. And confusing.

“Shit...” Sapnap mumbled, “Tommy?”

“Hello Sapnap. I must say its very nice to see you doing something other than killing pets. Or your fiances.” He smirks.

“Well it’s definitely you. The question is how. How are you alive?” he says as the shock on his face fades into confusion mixed with disbelief. Tommy freezes.

“Only if your okay with it of course. Don’t answer if your not comfortable. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. That was insensitive of me...” he trails off as he realizes Tommy seems less stressed at the fact that Sapnap isn’t going to make him talk about it.

“Sapnap,” Tommy started, “I need to talk to Karl. Like, right now.”

“Alright,” said Sapnap, nodding slowly, “I’ll go get him. Stay right here.” As Tommy watched the other man walk away to retrieve one of his fiances, he really hopes that what he is about to accuse Karl of is wrong. Maybe one day they’ll laugh about this. Probably not.

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As Sapnap entered the house, looking for his fiances, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that Tommy so urgently needed to talk to Karl about. Not finding his fiances on the first floor of their shared house, he went upstairs to continue his search, not wanting to keep the teen waiting for too long. As he opened the door to the throuples bedroom, he let out a small huff of affection when he saw his fiances, the loves of his life, asleep in their bed. Quackity had his arms around Karls waist, with his wings over both of them like a blanket, reflecting the golden light of the sun filtering through the window. Not wanting to disturb the scene in front of him, he let out a small sigh of annoyance as he forced himself to wake up Karl, and by extension Quackity.

“Theres someone here who wants to talk to you.” he muttered softly in Karls ear.

“Who?” Karl signed sleepily.

“Tommy. It seems pretty important. He’s down in the garden.” Sapnap said a little louder, seeing that Q was now awake, so there was no reason to stay quiet.

“Alright.” He signed, “Let’s go.” as he got up, he tugged on Quackity’s sleeve lightly. “Are you coming, Q?” He nodded and gave a small smile.

“Alright,” Sapnap said, pulling Quackity into a quick hug, and giving him a quick kiss on the temple, “Let’s go then.”

As they left the house and approached Tommy sitting at the picnic table in their back garden, they exchanged a small conversation in sign language.

“Is he okay?” said Quackity with some concern clear on his face, his movements slow and scuffed from sleep.

“He looks really tired.” Sapnap added.

“Q, could you run in and prepare some sandwiches and lemonade?” Signed Karl, “We’ll bring Tommy inside and we can all have lunch together while we talk.”

“Of course, my love.” Said Quackity, giving Karl a small kiss on the cheek before hurrying inside to prepare some lunch.

Turning to Tommy to thank him for waiting, he was met with a face of absolute, genuine confusion. As Tommy stared at their hands, then looked back over to Karl, his face quickly changed to a look of understanding.

“I forgot,” he said as he stood up sheepishly, “that Karl was mute.”

“That’s okay Tommy.” Karl cut in before Sapnap could say anything, “I know you’ve been through a lot recently. It’s okay to forget things from time to time. I should know.” Karl signed slowly so that Tommy could keep up with his rusty remembrance of sign language, adding a small smile at the end of his sentence.

“Thank you Karl.” Tommy said with a sigh of relief.

“Would you like to come inside and have lunch with us? I know you have something to talk to me about, but you look hungry. We could talk right after though. How does that sound?” Karl signed with a smile on his face.

“That sounds great.” Tommy said after a beat of hesitation.

“Perfect,” said Sapnap, “let’s head inside. Q is making some sandwiches.” They all headed inside, one dreading the talk that would come after, the other two wondering what could possibly be so important to cause Tommy to come all the way out to Kinoko Kingdom to talk to Karl.

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Tommy and Sapnap sat down at the table in the dining room as Karl went into the kitchen to help Quackity. Usually it would be all three of the in the kitchen, making food and having a good time, but Sapnap needed to take advantage of the situation at hand. Since he hadn’t visited the main SMP in a while, Tommy gave him the rundown of the current and recent events he knew of. Nothing too bad, but Sapnap knows you can never be too careful. A few minutes later, Quackity and Karl emerge from the kitchen carrying some plates and the food. As they sit down and start to eat, Sapnap and Quackity make small talk that Karl contributes too every once in a while with some one handed movements, putting his sandwich down when it was necessary. But Tommy stayed quiet, which the fiances found quite odd. Clearly whatever the boy had been through recently, on top of all his other trauma, had really messed with him. The loud, boisterous teenager they had known before was gone, replaced with someone they didn’t recognize in the slightest. So Tommy stayed silent the entire time, not noticing the quick, worry filled glances the trio sent his way every so often.

Soon enough, they had all finished eating. They were sitting in the fiances’ living room together, Tommy on one couch, the tree of them on the other. The room sat in an awkward silence as Karl, Quackity, and Sapnap waited for Tommy to talk to them, and as Tommy decided what to say.

After a moment, Tommy said, “Are you sure you want them here for this?” Karl’s eyes widened at how blatant he had been.

“Of course I want them here.” He signed quickly, “They are the people who matter most to me. Whatever you need to say to me you can say to all three of us.” Sapnap and Quackity nodded, not wanting to disrupt anything.

“Alright,” Tommy sighed, “Where should I start...” Karl’s hands stayed firmly in his lap to give Tommy a moment to think. “Well, I guess I’m just going to say what I came here to say, and pray to Prime that I’m wrong.” Karl nodded, once, slowly. Tommy took a deep breath before opening his mouth and saying...

“Your a time traveler, aren’t you?”

Silence.

And then laughter

All he could hear was laughter.

Sapnap and Big Q were laughing.

Karl was not.

Karl wasn’t laughing.

The look on his face was not one of someone who had just been accused of some laughable fallacy.

A fantasy, really.

Sapnap and Quackity had stopped laughing.

They seemed to have come to the same conclusion that Tommy had.

“Karlos?” Quackity started, “There is no possible way...” he stopped, a look of pure disbelief on his face.

“Tell me that he’s lying Karl.” said Sapnap. “Please.” Karl’s hands started to move, making aborted and scuffed movements as he tried to figure out what to say.

“No,” He finally settled on, “he’s right. I’m a time traveler.” Sapnap started crying at this, and Quackity gave him a hug as he buried his face into his fiances neck. Karl looked completely torn. He clearly wanted to comfort his fiances, but he knew he shouldn’t while Tommy was still here. But he also didn’t know if he could. Karl didn’t know if he was even still allowed to comfort them after keeping this big of a secret from them, and for so long. Karl started signing again, this time with clear urgency behind each movement.

“Two things, and then I need you to leave. Understood?”

“Of course,” said Tommy, “I will leave immediately.” Karl nodded.

“Thank you. First things first,” he signed, “how did you know?” Tommy sighed. He really didn’t want to talk about this. But Karl deserved to hear the truth.

“When I died, I was in the afterlife for a little while,” Tommy said softly, “One day I walked away from the people I knew in the afterlife, Schlatt, Wilbur, and Mexican Dream. I walked for so long I came across a building I had never seen before, and when I went in I met a group of people from the Wild West.” Karl’s eyes had gone wide.

“You met Jack and Mason and Connor?” he signed.

“Yeah, and John John as well. They told me what happened the day they died, and they mentioned you. Not directly, but they mentioned a man that had showed up out of nowhere wearing bright colours and iridescent goggles.” Karl looked wistful, remembering his time sent in the Wild West, even if it hadn’t been an exceptionally fun trip at the time. Tommy continued. “I also met the people who visited the masquerade, same story. But this time they mentioned your name. And lastly I met the townfolk of the Village that went Mad. Same story, but no name once again. I just connected the dots.” Tommy fell silent, waiting for Karl to tell him something. Sometime during his revelations, Sapnap and Quackity had left the room to comfort each other. Karl clearly wanted to tell them he was sorry, but he couldn’t do that until Tommy had left. Turning back to the teen, he started signing once more.

“Thank you for telling me, Tommy. I just have one thing to ask of you, then you can leave.” Tommy nodded his head, and Karl continued, “You cannot, under any circumstances, tell anyone what you know. It would put everyone in grave danger. Is that clear?”

“Of course. I won’t tell a soul.” Karl gave him a small smile. “Now I think you should go talk to your fiances.”

“I will,” he signed, leading Tommy to the front door, “Goodbye, Tommy. Have a good trip back.”

“Goodbye, Karl.”

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As he walked towards the door of their shared bedroom, he could barely hold himself back from running to the room to comfort them. But Karl couldn’t be sure that they would ever be the same again. It broke him to think that, but he had lied to them, for a long time. They probably hated him.

He stopped outside of the door, hearing faint sounds of crying on the other side of the door. He slowly opened the door to see Quackity and Sapnap cuddled up together against the headboard of their bed, with all of the lights out. Sapnap was asleep against Quackitys chest, tear tracks all over his face. Q wasn’t much better.

“Hey Karl.” Quackity said softly, sniffling a little.

“Hi.” he signed back, gong to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m so sorry.” he signed after a beat of silence. “I have no excuses. I just wanted both of you to be safe from it.”

“But... what is it, Karl? Why couldn’t you tell us? Are these the trips you’ve been going on? Does it have something to do with your memory problems?” Quackity rambled, question after question. He cut off when he realized how tense Karl looked. “...sorry.” he said, lowering his voice once more.

“Woah, Q, it’s okay. But I can only answer one question at a time.” Quackity nodded. “It is the In-Between,” he started, making the ASL sign for between, then spelling it out, “I don’t actually know what it is, but I managed to get away from it recently. It was stopping me from telling you about my time traveling. It told me that telling you guys would put you guys in grave danger. I couldn’t let that happen. So I kept it a secret.” He stopped, hands dropping when he couldn’t figure out where to go from there. Quackity opened his mouth, about to ask a question, when he felt Sapnap stir at his side.

“Hey babe.” Quackity said, Sapnap just let out a little huff. “Sap, do you feel up to talking right now?”

“...yeah...is he here?” he mumbled, voice heavy and slurred with sleep.

“He is.” Quackity answered. Sapnap looked up at him, then looked over to Karl.

“Hi Sap.” he signed, not making eye contact. “I want to apologize to both of you. For not telling you. There really is no valid excuse that I have. The In-Between was crazy. I just wanted to keep both of you safe.”

“What is the In-Between?” Sapnap asked. Before Karl could answer, Quackity cut in.

“He doesn’t know, Sap.” he whispered.

Sapnap continued, “I want you to tell us the whole story. Please?” Karl looked conflicted.

“Alright.” he signed, “I’ll start at the beginning.” So he did. He told them the whole story. By the time he had finished, all three had tears running down their face. “Do you understand now?” Karl wiped his eyes before continuing, “It wasn’t safe to tell you.” Sapnap nodded, eyes red and puffy from crying.

“You need to stop traveling Karl. Me and Sapnap wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves if you forgot everything.” said Quackity, pulling Sapnap even closer. Karl sighed.

“I can’t control the traveling. I don’t know if it will ever stop. All I need right now is you two. If I hadn’t wanted to get home to you guys so desperately, I would have forgotten long ago.” Karl got up and grabbed his journal. “Fill it.” he signed, after he gave it to his two fiances, “fill it with everything I need to remember. And when I come back each time, help me remember. Please.” Sapnap looked up at him, then glanced at Quackity, coming to a silent agreement. They would do anything to keep Karl with them.

“Of course we will, mi amor.” said Quackity, opening his arms to invite Karl to come sit with them. Karl smiled, tears running down his face once again, crawling into their warm embrace. And as they sat there, holding each other close, Karl took each of heir hands, pressing his favourite symbol in ASL into their palms.

“I love you.”

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Thank you for reading!!! Once again, if you like this, leave a comment or something, idk. And make sure to go check out the story linked at the top of this post for more about the mute!Karl Jacobs hc.

Have an amazing day, wonderful people.

#karlnapity #afterlife #karlnapity fic #ficlet #fanfiction #dream smp #dream smp au #quackity #sapnap #karl jacobs #tales from the smp #the masquerade #the village that went mad #the wild west #time travel #mute character #headcanon #canon divergent au

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sailor-manga · 4 years

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m really sorry if this isn’t the greatest. I just know quite a few of you have been waiting for it so I tried to finish it with little motivation I had left. ;u; I love you guys, hope you enjoy. Also, I know there is mention of a party in this fic, and it was just getting long already so if you guys want a part two where they go on their first.. official date [I guess?] Just let me know.

This fic is meant for readers +18, if you are not +18, please go elsewhere.

Warnings: Smut, Swearing.

Word Count: 5,397 words.

You hurt, you didn’t know what went wrong.. One second you were simply walking home from a friends house, next thing- You found yourself in a pile of rubble, trapping your leg and leaving you helpless. Letting out a loud cry, you would hear more smashing in the distance, as well as yelling- There was a fight breaking out and you were in the middle of it. You could see a flash of red, it was Red Riot, pinning down a hybrid looking human. Your eyes practically lit up! Red Riot was your favorite Pro Hero and you found yourself constantly swooning over the male on TV or on the internet.

You were so giddy that he was here, you ALMOST forgot the fact that you leg was being crushed by a fucking piece of building, begging to be let out. You could feel blood dripping, and it did hurt- a lot, but thankfully nothing felt broken, the pain would be ten times worse.

Glancing back down at your trapped limb, you would try to pull it out, only to get out a strained cry.. You were really in there. You never thought you’d see yourself in this type of situation, you always saw yourself as careful and aware of your surroundings, but this happened out of nowhere!

You were quickly snapped from your thoughts when some landed next to you loudly. Flushing slightly you would turn your head, expecting to see Red Riot himself ready to save you- But instead you were met with angry looking eyes and spikey blonde hair. Furrowing a brow, you would look past the male to see if you could find Red Riot “Are you fucking blind?” he grunted annoyingly, which made you huff “W-Where is Red Riot?” you asked in a shaky tone, your body shifting uncomfortably on the pile of rocks “Listen you ungrateful bitch, I’m the one here to get you out of the stupid mess you stumbled into like a fucking idiot! Now hold still so I can blow these rocks off of you” he barked at her, vile coating every word.

This was why you didn’t like Bakugou, he was rude, arrogant, and vulgar with a horribly explosive temper.. Every interview you saw with the Pro Hero, there was always some kind of situation. He put a bad taste in your mouth and now that you were formally meeting him, you knew exactly why. Feeling small against his words you would quiet down and he would quickly put his hand on the rock and with one swift CRACK, the large piece of stone would crumble, freeing your leg and allowing it to breathe.

Looking at your leg now, you would visibly cringe hard . Your leg was peppered with cuts and already bruises as black as night. Reaching over, you would prod at one of the cuts which immediately began to ooze crimson. Before you could really collect yourself, you would feel a hand grip at your forearm and yank you to stand. Letting out a loud cry, you would fall into Bakugou, who would quickly catch you, holding your weight up effortlessly “What are you doing, dumb ass?” he yelled, which caused you to shoot a glare up at him “M-My leg, you fucking jerk!” you snapped back at him.

Only for a second, would his face soften to a look of concern before letting out an annoyed grunt “I should have left you under there, now I have to fucking take you to the hospital” he growled. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you! I can take myself there, I just.. Need a moment to recoup” you’d mutter out with a frown. “Listen little girl, you’re talking to a God- and I don’t wanna hear your drama” he spat, quickly cupping your cheek and letting out a ‘tch’ sound “You busted your head too, that’s probably why you don’t realize that I just saved your fuckin’ ass” he grumbled before picking you up bridal style, causing you to cry out a little.

“Fuck! You’re hurting me” you spat before the male would shoot you another death glare, making you shrink into his chest “Just shut the hell up and let me help you, dumb ass” he spat. Swallowing hard, you knew that you wouldn’t actually be able to make it to the hospital yourself. Wrapping one of your arms around his neck, the other would lift to inspect the gash that was on your head and oh boy.. There was definitely one there. You could feel a jagged cut that started from your hairline to your brow.

“Don’t fucking touch it, idiot- It’s already filthy from the dirt” he barked, which caused you to jump a little “Can you just.. Shut up or be nice!” you yelled out, your face growing lightly rose from frustration. Bakugou would smirk and shrug his broad shoulders “Sorry babygirl.. Kindness isn’t my brand” he replied in a cocky tone, which caused you to huff and glance away from him. The hospital wasn’t that far, but you still didn’t know why the male was walking you there rather than calling the ambulance or even taking a taxi if he really wanted to do it himself.

As he carried you though, you would idly drop your head onto his shoulder, which made him growl out a little bit “Hey, dumb ass” he said in a soft tone, his arms shaking you lightly “You need to stay awake, who knows if you got a concussion or not, idiot” he scoffed. Staring up at him through your lashes, you would frown some “I-..just hurt” you muttered out, which caused concern to fill his eyes “We’re almost there, okay? Talk to me or whatever.. Just don’t fucking pass out on me” he snapped quietly.

Licking your lips, you would let out a soft sigh, which caused him to shake you a little again “Tell me why you were looking for my friend” he asked, his eyes glancing elsewhere. Feeling the lump in your throat, your cheeks would vividly ignite “I-.. I’ve always wanted to meet him, he seems so nice and gentle.. I’m a fan, to put it short..” you’d mutter out in a skittish tone. The male would roll his eyes “Of course you are, there’s nothing that great about shitty hair.. He wasn’t even the one who saved you” he grumbled, which caused you to frown even deeper.

“It doesn’t matter! At least if he was the one who saved me- We’d be at the hospital by and and he’d be a hell of a lot nicer to me” you barked out softly, which didn’t get an answer from him. Looking down to avoid any sudden glare, you would feel a little guilty.. Yes, he was a fucking jerk- but he saved you.. You knew you should thank him, but for some reason, something was stopping you.

Before you could really get up the courage to talk again, you could hear doors opening- You two were already there? You must have zoned out, lost in your impending thoughts. Bakugou would carefully set you in a wheelchair before telling some of the staff what happened, his hero costume sticking out like a sore thumb and causing bystanders to snap his photo and take little videos of him.

“W-Wait, Bakugou” you said quickly, but the male waved his hand at you dismissively. Biting onto your lip, you were spun around in the chair by a nurse and quickly carried off to a room so you could get further examined. Now that all the excitement was away from you, and you didn’t have that stupid jerk barking at you every five seconds, the pain was really starting to kick in and a wave of exhaustion washed over you. You were in and out as the Doctor examined your battered leg. Luckily the rubble had only created some flesh wounds. The Doctor talked about simply cleaning the wounds, and putting some ice on it.

When it came to your head though, you needed stitches.. Luckily there was no concussion, but the cut was pretty deep, it probably happened when you initially fell. Unfortunately you weren’t able to sleep through that, the stinging feeling as the male sewed the cut shut.

Once he finished, you would let out a whimper.. Why.. did you miss that fucking jerk? Maybe it was guilt that you didn’t get to thank him or apologize, because he was right in calling you out on being ungrateful. “Alright [First and last name], we just wanna keep you overnight to make sure that head injury is okay. Is that alright with you?” the Doctor asked with a soothing smile.

With a small nod, he would return it and collect his tools “Get some rest, you had a hard day” the male claimed quietly before exiting the room.

That was the last thing on your mind though. Regardless of your body feeling absolutely exhausted, your mind was going insane.. You hurt so bad, you probably would have been there longer if Bakugou hadn't seen you. Growling out to yourself, you would cover your face with your hands and shift in bed, wincing out.. Broken bones or not- Those fucking bruises felt like little needles gutting into your beaten leg.

Sooner or later, you had drifted off- well, barely.. You couldn’t get the explosive male out of her head. That had been the whole night, occasionally waking up from both the pain and him on your mind. It wasn’t until the sun started to shine through the window of the hospital room, and you would feel a hand on yours. “B-Bakugou?” you’d mutter out quickly, your eyes fluttering open to see not Bakugou- But Red Riot himself standing sitting there next to the bed. Your eyes would widen as he smiled cheerfully at you “Hey! Sorry.. Not Bakugou- But I heard you wanted to meet me” he mused, patting your hand,

Your guilt immediately grew, you knew that Bakugou had told him, and the whole reason he was here was because of the blonde.

Staring at the Pro Hero, wearing his sexy costume.. You weren’t enjoying the meeting as much now that you knew why he was here. Biting your lip, you would immediately let out a whimper and hang your head down your body tensing out as you felt a few tears start to stream down your cheeks.

The red head immediately stood and placed his hands gently on your shoulders “H-Hey, are you okay? Hurting?” he asked quickly, his voice oozing with worry. Shaking your head, you would quickly wipe at your eyes “I-I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, and now you’re finally here.. And I can’t help but feel terrible because I was mean to Bakugou and didn’t thank him or apologize for saving me and being a bitch.. And he- he did this!” you’d claim out, trying to explain only further urging the tears out.

Kirishima’s face would fall a little, into a frown “Hey now.. I’m sure he didn’t take it heart- I mean, he got me here didn’t he?” he said in a soothing tone. Your ears weren’t completely hearing his words though, looking up at him, he would offer a comforting smile before using his thumb to wipe away a few stray tears “You want to talk to him again, don’t you..” he asked quietly.

Eyeing the male you would hiccup quietly and nod “I-I’m so happy to meet you, but.. I need to do the right thing” you’d mutter out, which caused him to chuckle “Damn, here Bakugou said he found me a cute girl, but it seems she’s already grown a crush on someone else” he purred out before patting your shoulder “When are you discharged? I’ll take you to the hot head.. And you can fix things” he assured.

You were still taken back by the male assuming you had a crush on that jerk, that wasn’t it- Was it? No! It couldn’t be.. You simply felt bad.. And well, kind of missed his smell.. His warmth. Shaking your head quickly, you would glance up at him “I-I would really like that, but don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not crushing on him” you’d say quickly before biting your lip “Also.. I should be able to leave today, the Doctor just wanted to make sure my stitches settled alright” you claimed quietly.

You were so incredibly grateful to meet Kirishima, he was so nice and so willing to help. After about another hour, the nurses came in and gave her clothes back, allowing her to change and leave.

Kirishima was a gentleman and left her alone to change into her battered clothing, it wasn’t exactly the outfit you wanted to wear around Bak-... Wait, what were you saying?! You didn’t care what he would think! Shaking your head, you would open the door and head down, immediately greeted by Red Riot once again “Ready? Come on” he said, placing a hand on her upper back and urging her forward “You know, if you really wanna get to know Bakugou- there is a party tonight that he and I are going too. You should come” he suggested with a gleaming smile.

Swallowing hard, you would fiddle with a rip in your shorts “I-.. er I don’t know” you’d mutter out “I just want to say thank you is all” you’d press, which only caused the red head to roll his eyes “Fat chance, cutie! It’s all over your face~ Come on, just come for a few hours and if you aren’t feeling it- I’ll personally drive you home” he said patting your back.

Letting out a soft sigh, you would nod your head in defeat- How could you say no to someone doing so much for you? Not to mention.. He was your favorite Pro Hero after all.

The male would lead you to his car, opening the door for you to slide in. Doing so, your eyes would watch as he made his way around to the drivers side, plopping it with a sigh “Are you nervous?” he asked. Turning your head to him, you would look a little confused “N-Nervous? Why?” you’d ask sheepishly before he let out a snort “Well, I am bringing you back to our house” he stated quietly before looking at you.

You would stare at him with wide eyes, you didn’t think he’d make a move like that- You thought maybe you’d be meeting a cafe or something “A-Are you sure? You’re okay with me knowing where you live?” you’d ask in a shaky tone, red faced as could be.

Kirishima shrugged “I mean, no offense.. But what are you going to do? Do you have a hidden quirk or something?” he asked with a chuckle. Sinking in your seat, you would shake your head “No.. I don’t” you pouted, which caused him to snort once again before starting the car and driving off.

The car ride was nice, it was mainly him talking- Tell you stories about how he and Bakugou met, shit that the two had gotten into together. They honestly sounded like super close friends, it made your heart warm just thinking about it “It doesn’t ever bug you? His attitude?” you asked curiously, causing the red head to shrug “I mean, yeah he’s got a temper.. But he also has a good heart. He cares about people in his own hot headed way” he said with a bright smile.

Looking down some, you’d sigh.. You were the jerk, not Bakugou.

It didn’t take super long before the male would finally pull over, parking in front of a rather fancy looking apartment. Biting your lip, you’d lean forward to gaze up at it. “Come on then, don’t just stare” he chuckled before getting out of the car.

Letting yourself out, you would wince some.. Your leg still hurt pretty bad, but at least you could walk. Slightly limping your way around the car, Kirishima would once again place a hand on your back, leading you up the stairs carefully, ready to catch you if you were to lose your balance.

Going up to one of the upper floors, Kirishima would unlock the door and immediately you would hear Bakugou from the other room “Back already, shitty hair? I thought I fucking told you to make it meaningful- And did you get my text?” he barked loudly, causing Kirishima to roll his eyes with a smile.

Quickly taking your hand, he would lead you down the hall “I think I did one better” he called out as they turned the corner into the living room area.

Bakugou sat there lazily, feet propped up on the table- Shirtless and only sporting a pair of loose sweatpants. Swallowing hard you would tense as he turned his head to more than likely yell at his friend, but those deep crimson hues landed on you. Immediately, his cheeks would light up before quickly standing up and turning his attention to Kirishima who was taking his head gear off “Yo, shitty hair! This wasn’t the deal” he spat.

Kirishima would look at him with a small smirk on his face “Hey, I didn’t intend on doing this- But this cutie here wanted to talk to you, and I invited her to the party tonight” he said flashing a grin and disappearing around the corner once again, probably to get into some more comfortable clothing.

The blonde quickly stepped forward to stop him, but was cut short with the quick exit. Soon those eyes turned to you in a harsh glare “What do you want? You got what you wanted” he spat, flopping back on the couch with a huff.

Building up your courage, you would step forward and awkwardly sit on the edge of the sofa, folding your hands over your lap “I’m sorry..” you muttered, causing the blonde to tense a little “What?” he grunted.

Biting your lip, you would keep your eyes on your fidgeting hands “I-I was a jerk to you, you were totally right to call me an ungrateful bitch.. You saved me, and made sure I got into care. So thank you, Bakugou, and I’m sorry for the way I acted” you whimpered, barely able to make out the words as the male stared at you in a bit of surprise.

“You.. came all the way here just to say that?” he asked, his voice seeming slightly softer. It didn’t last long though “D-Dumbass, you could have just told Kiri to relay the message” he huffed, crossing his arms, but never once taking his gaze from you. Finally looking up, you’d meet his stare once again. You could feel a blush start to surface which made him flush in return “Y-You sent Kirishima to me as well.. Even after I was rude to you” you muttered out.

Bakugou would quietly lean forward, his fingers just barely grazing the bandages on your head “So what.. You wouldn’t shut up about it” he grunted, his eyes now trailing down to your leg injuries “Are you.. In pain?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.

Giving off a slight shrug, you would bite your lip “Y-Yeah.. It hurts, but I’ll manage. Luckily, nothing was broken” you said softly.

His hand never left your head as he scooted closer “It would be better for me to have a look anyways” he grunted, sitting directly next to you and leaning forward to prod at the bandages, he didn’t want to take them off, obviously- But he still tried to see, a clever way of getting close to you.

He would mumble some profanities to himself before looking down at you, the way you were staring up at him was almost.. Longingly? Swallowing roughly he would break the gaze for a moment before taking the risk and leaning in, pressing his lips roughly to yours. You would let out a small whimper but seem to lean forward, attempting to melt into his chest. This only further caused an arm to wrap around your waist as parted his own lips to take yours in his teeth, tugging on it roughly and causing you to moan out.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, idiot..” he growled out, his weight pushing forward to make you lay back on the couch. You would oblige and shake your head some, you also questioned this.. You were never the type to just dive into something like this, so what about Bakugo was different?

Before you could really answer him, his mouth was roaming your neck, careful not to bump any of your injuries “W-Who said I wanted to do this to you” you retorted out, blinded by a hazy fog and unable to make proper words “You did.. Staring at me like that, pain in the fucking ass..” he growled, lifting his head slightly to meet your gaze “Do you want me or not, dumb ass” he hissed out, taking you into consideration.

Blinking up at him, your face would soften.. Like you said, you never expected it to go this far, but now that it has you felt butterflies start to rise in your stomach “I do” you’d say sheepishly before biting your lip, causing Bakugo to slowly start trailing kisses along your jawline, his strong calloused hands gripping at your waist.

Resting your head against the arm of the couch, you would blush and let out a small sigh as he explored your body.

Your eyes would slip closed as those strong hands moved to the bountiful mounds on your chest, giving them a firm squeeze before suddenly mashing his lips up against yours again, his tongue shoving past your lips and immediately pinning yours down in dominance. You would moan into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck as those devious hands went to the end of your shirt and started to peel it off of you.

The kiss broke for only a second so the shirt could go past your head, but as soon as the pesky piece of clothing was rid, he was back to exploring your cavern, growling into your mouth. You two would go from tongue dancing to just sloppily making out, noises rising from both of you. Breaking the kiss, he would sit down on the couch, smirking at you deviously “Come on dumb ass- hop on my lap” he ordered, taking your hand to help you stand.

At first you seemed a little shy about it, but Bakugo was quick to grab your hips and make you straddle him, his hand going to your neck and pulling you down for another messy lip lock. Your hands would quickly grab at his shoulders, slowly moving into an embrace as you groaned quietly into the gesture.

Before you could realize, your bra felt loose and his hands were eager to pull it off of you. Moving your arms and breaking the lock he would toss it and stare down at your breasts, his face looking surprised for a moment before a sinful smirk painted his expression. “What are you looking at” you muttered out, covering your breasts with your hands. He was quick to pry those hands off “Ah, ah.. I don’t think so princess.. Let me look at those sexy fucking tits” he growled, leaning forward and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Letting out a loud gasp, you would let your head fall forward, nestling against his blonde tresses as his tongue skillfully circled around that sensitive bud “B-Bak-” you were cut off by him suddenly releasing your tit and glaring up at you “Katsuki” he corrected with a glare before starting to palm your mounds with his hands “If I hear you call me Bakugo one more time, I don’t care if you’re injured, you’re getting a punishment, dumb ass” he grunted before letting off a devilish smirk, his hands trailing down to your shorts to pop them open “Stand up and take those off, and make it fucking sexy” he demanded, letting go of you altogether.

Slowly getting off of him, you would blush and stand there for a minute “I can try..” you’d mutter before hooking your thumbs through the belt loop of your jeans and shimmying them down, making sure to be a little extra with those hips of yours. It seemed that it was working, because Katsuki’s hues were glued to you the whole time “That’s right princess.. Even with a battered leg you still managed to get me hard” he teased.

Scoffing quietly, you would cover your naked pussy and roll your eyes “W-Why do you have talk like..” you trailed off as he shrugged down his sweats, revealing that he was definitely telling the truth that her little shake had gotten him hard, because his cock was standing at full attention. “You like what you see?” he said with a smirk before offering his hand. Without word, you would take it and the male would lead you to straddle him once again, which only caused you to wince a little with how your leg was bent “Fuck, does that hurt you?” he asked quietly before moving your weight so you were laying down rather than on top of him.

“Y-You don’t have to do that, once I sit for a minute I’ll be nnghh…” you trailed off with a moan as he began to rub his shaft into your folds, his warm cock teasingly rubbing against your clit. “That’s right princess, just shut up.. Let me take care of you” he purred out, using the pad of his thumb to reach down and pay good attention to that swollen bud, making your back arch and toes curl.

You hadn’t experienced something like this before, yeah you’ve been with other guys.. But Katsuki managed to be so gentle with you, yet so.. Rough at the same time. Making his movements very prominent so you could feel just about everything he was doing to you, being oddly attentive to making you feel good. Your thoughts were finally cut off by his body looming over you, and his mouth finding your neck to sink his canines into, making you moan out loudly “F-Fuck.. Katsuki, you’re.. Being rude, just.. Put it in already” you’d groan.

“Mmh? Put what in princess.. I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about” he scoffed against your neck, you could practically feel the smug smirk on his features. “Y-Your cock, Katsuki, I want your cock” you’d mutter out helplessly. Those pathetic, whimpering words were all that Katsuki needed. Reaching down he would line his cock up with your hole and roughly start to inch it in, your slick making great use as a natural lube.

Your arms would immediately grip onto his shoulders as your tight little cunt attempted desperately to stretch to his size “Ka.. suki.. Please” you’d mutter out with a gasp, only to be silenced by a rough kiss ��Calm down dumb ass.. It hurts because you’re clenching on me.. Relax, princess.. I’m going to make you feel good” he grunted, though it was much softer than the others.

Taking a deep breath, you would try to relax your body and he would slowly do small thrusts, trying to get you warmed up “See?” he muttered in a shaky tone, all you could do was nod.

He took that as permission to keep going, rearing his hips back he would thrust into your clenching cunt, causing you to moan out loudly, Your good leg would spread further for him to nestle in between and his hips would work fluently, the sounds of soft smacking filling the room “Y-You can go.. Harder” you’d pant out, looking up at him with an awkward, embarrassed smile. Katsuki would smirk and lean down, pressing his lips against your cheek “Oh, I planned on it, Princess.. Just getting you used to my fat cock” he purred.

It was after that when he reared back again and started to thrust at a fairly rough, rhythmic pace, causing your fast to twist in a pleasure you had never felt before. It was like his cock was perfectly made for your dripping sex. Long strings of mewls would escape you as the male laid claim to your pussy, his grunts and growls filling the room. At this point, you didn’t even care if Kirishima walked in on you two, you just wanted him to keep going, to fill you to the brim with his hot and sticky cum.

“You’re fucking mine now, do you hear me?.. Fuck I’m never giving up this tigh tlittle pussy to anyone” he growled, his hand wrapping lightly around your neck. Your breathing would hitch and you would stare up at him with wide eyes, the pleasure fogging any logical thought you had “Ye..s.. I’m yours, Katsuki..” you’d moan out, which caused his cock inside of you to twitch violently “That’s right, Princess.. You know who your man is now.. No more thinking about Red fucking Riot.. You’re all mine”he hummed, leaning down to bite onto your neck, which caused your walls to squeeze the life out of his cock.

Letting your head fall to the side, you would let him mark you up as he pounded that G-Spot with incredible force. releasing your flesh he would lick up your neck slowly and let out a grunt “You better tell me now, Princess.. Can I fill up that slutty little pussy or do you want me to pull out” he huffed, slowing his thrusts only slightly “N-No! .. Don’t pull out.. I want you to fill me up, Katsuki..” you moaned out quietly.

It must have been what he wanted to hear because his thrusts became rough again, no specific pattern or rhythm, he was all over the place and it was fucking amazing. “Get ready, Princess.. I want you to feel how badly I’ve been thinking about you, and I want to feel that cunt cum all over my cock” he growled, sitting up a bit and letting his head fall back.

All it took was three more hard thrusts and his load was pooling out inside of your needy hole, coating the walls and making you feel warm. That was what did it for you, as you milked him, your hole would clench around him and an orgasm would rip through your body, sending jolts of white hot pleasure from head to toe.

He would be careful of your leg, but his body was soon pressed against yours as he attempted to catch his breath “The.. party, you’re going as my date” he gruffed, which caused you to blush. As you slowly came down from your high, you would glance at the male who was staring you dead in the eye “I mean it, Y/N.. I want to take you as my date, show you off as my woman” he breathed, moving some strands of hair from your face.

At first you couldn’t answer, there was a pit in your throat stopping you to do so. Idly nodding, he would press a kiss to your cheek “I promise I’ll make it fun, after all you owned up to being a bitch so consider it a thanks for that” he snorted before pushing himself off of you and pulling up his hands.

Carefully helping you up, he would make sure to carefully put your clothes back on for you so you didn’t hurt your leg.

“I’m taking you back to your house to get dressed and showered, okay?” he said grabbing a tank that was hanging off of his couch.

“If you’re going to a party with me, we gotta make sure you’re the sexiest thing there” he said with a dark smirk.

You had no idea how it escalated this far, and you know you should run now .. But the man you thought you hated was slowly becoming your favorite person, he was different behind closed doors and you were more than glad that you gave it another shot.

[[WIll do a Part Two if you guys wanna see the party part ;P ]

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Well, guys.

I really hoped that I wasn't going to make this post, but I'm afraid it needs to be done.

I started writing Opal, Sapphire, Ruby, and STEVEN! in 2016, when I was in high school. I loved the characters of Opal and Ruby and Sapphire and I wanted to see more of them than what was in the show. I was curious, what would it be like if they had swapped places with Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl? How would those different personalities work together? How different would things be if they were the characters that we followed? I would have loved to read a fic of it.

And then I figured, well, hey, why don’t I write a fic of it?

So I took to my little writing tablet and started up my new story. And I had so much fun doing it. I loved writing Ruby, who was a spitfire but also had a gentle heart. I loved writing Sapphire, who was cool and composed but always warmed up to her friends, especially Steven. I loved writing Opal, who was just so many things at once—a calm leader, but also a goofball, a wise war hero but also a cool aunt-like figure. Most of all I loved to write Steven, who was just so funny, a goofy and adorable kid who was also shouldering the responsibility of a world on his shoulders.

It was so relaxing to write these little episodic chapters, especially as the quiet kid in class who could never stay too far from her works-in-progress. I knew back then that I was going to be a writer someday, because I had this deep, passionate need to create stories and characters. But without an original idea of my own yet, I loved writing fanfiction. I think why I love to write fanfiction so much is because even though there’s something already there, I’m taking it and reforming it. I guess it’s kind of like those “finish this picture” pages in coloring books. There’s something already there, but you finish it—you decide what it will be. Is this pretentious? Maybe. I’m not always great with words, ironically.

So I wrote all these short chapters with this new set of characters, and I thought, I’m going to change things up. I didn’t just want it to be different characters saying and doing the exact same thing as the original story—I didn’t want to copy-paste the episodes scripts and use the “replace” tool to change the names. I came up with new backstories for the Crystal Gems. I looked at the original episodes and thought of how I could tweak them, mix them up a little bit.

The chapters started to get longer and longer because of this, and my own writing style developing a lot. Instead of just no-beta keyboard smashing between my classes, I actually sat down and wrote things out, put in more descriptions, more dialogue, etc. And for a really long time I thought that the same-but-different format of the story was a good thing. I thought it was fun to write new characters in new situations, while also having that familiarity—many reviewers would comment things like “I can’t wait to see how they’ll react to X!” or “I can’t wait until we get to [insert episode here]!” That was originally the whole point of the story—different situations, same characters.

I enjoy reading through my work sometimes. Though, I’ve said to several people that I avoid the first chapters of OSRAS because I just think my work was so subpar back then. And again, I liked the same-but-different story I had written. It was fun, it was simple.

Then things started to get different. When? Well, I can’t really pinpoint it, but if I had to guess:

I recall, though, as I was writing “The Ocean” (which was posted around the same time as the “Bismuth” episode) that something was off. Even though I enjoyed writing the fic, this chapter was my first curveball—because in the show, “Mirror Gem/Ocean Gem” is a gamechanger. It changes everything that had been established already, introduced a new character, and set a different tone from the series so far. And in writing this arc for OSRAS, I realized that I…didn’t really have much to offer.

The episodes were very Steven-and-Lapis centric. The Crystal Gems weren’t involved very much. So…what was really the point of writing it? Because the readers already know what’s going to happen. Even back then I looked at the chapters I wrote and thought, this doesn’t have that same-but-different appeal. It’s just the same. What about Steven talking to Lapis in the whirlpool was different from him talking to her atop the pillar of water?

Afterwards, the show started getting into its “everything is changing” point in Season 3. Soon after “Bismuth” came “Back to the Moon,” where we find out Rose shattered Pink Diamond. This was a big “oh crap” moment. Finding out that there was a Pink Diamond was a big “oh crap” moment, because this was when the fandom was at its peak of theorizing.

And even though I kept writing the fic, I was trying to figure out how I was going to tackle this. Because there was no way to get that shock into the fic. It would just be Steven reacting to something the readers already knew. No shock. No drama. Just marking stuff off the checklist. It happened in the show, so it would happen in the fic.

The same-but-different appeal didn’t seem like that anymore. It seemed more like a problem than anything. Like I said, reviewers often said stuff like “I can’t wait for this episode!” But one or two did say that they just didn’t feel the same way—that they couldn’t really see a point in writing a fic that was basically just the original series with a few minor tweaks. I don’t like brushing off criticism, in fact I love criticism, but to this I originally just shrugged and said, “Well, that’s what the fic is. Don’t like, don’t read, I guess.”

Now the problem was that I didn’t like it. I found some reprieve when I wrote chapters like “The Common Soldier,” which delved into the entirely-different backstory of Ruby, but then there was “The Test,” “The Invasion,” and “The Jailbreak.” And “The Jailbreak” was like…the point of the whole fic. The big thing that the chapters were leading up to, where Opal would be “revealed” as a fusion and Pearl and Amethyst would make their debut. And again, same-but-different. The readers were seeing what it would be like if they were the fusion instead of Ruby and Sapphire, and it’s fun, right? They’re not expecting to be shocked, they were reading for the “what if”, right? The biggest curveball I threw in that chapter was having Peridot fuse with Lapis instead of Jasper…which I decided to do when I began writing the chapter, so I scurried to figure out where I was going to go with it.

I decided that in the next fic (Twists & Turns) I would decide to amp up the differences. But I stumbled. “The Shock”, ironically, was not a shock. Opal and Steven find the Cluster just like how he and Garnet did. Then “The Mistake”, where even though the reason for Opal and Ruby’s fight was different, there was always going to be a fight. I struggled to find this balance between the familiarity and the need for something different. I figured, yeah, there’s still the desire to see new characters react to the same situations, but what else? That was it.

To try and remedy this problem, I started planning my chapters ahead instead of writing by the seat of my pants like I was. I started getting more and more into making things different. I tried to figure out how to make Chrysocolla different than Malachite, and came up with a “peaceful” resolution as opposed to the action-packed one. I would hit the same story beats, but I thought, the pull will be the different context and motivations.

But…the original series kept going, and we all know how it went. Rose turned out to be Pink Diamond. The Crystal Gems go to Homeworld to confront White Diamond. Steven finally changes her mind. And more than that, all the character arcs are wrapped up. Garnet embraces herself as a fusion, Amethyst finds her self-worth, Pearl decides to fight for herself rather than anyone else, etc, etc. A lot of stuff that just would not carry over to OSRAS. Like, how would I even try to recreate Change Your Mind??? How on earth would I find a way to write the Rose-is-Pink reveal without the readers going yeah, yeah, we know?

So I started to come up with a whole new thing. Or at least, I tried. This is where Star came from. Something completely new, completely original, to set the fic apart from the original series. I knew that I needed to create an ending for the story—and more than that, the characters. Opal, Sapphire, and Ruby all have their own individual stories that would need to be wrapped up.

But all the ideas that I had for the finale of the fic were vague and blurry. Which was really bad, because writing a story when you don’t know how it’s going to end is…very stressful. I realized eventually that I had made a very hellish situation for myself.

I wanted to write a new, original story. But the first ~36 chapters were just an adaptation of the original series.

I feel so awful right now because I feel like I lied to so many of my followers so many times. Some asked if Spinel was going to appear, and I said I think I found a way for her to fit in just fine…and then I dropped that whole idea, and thus lost a place for Spinel. Sometimes I said “I have a plan for how this will work out” when what I meant was “I plan to have a plan for how this will work out.”

So, to summarize:

1. The original series started to become so lore-heavy that a “same story, different characters” fic was just not going to work.

2. Even so, that was what the fic had been for a very large time. To write a new and original story, I would still have to work with what I had already done. Like the “finish the picture” page in the coloring book was like 99% done and I had very little space to make something creative.

3. Because I no longer wanted to do a same-but-different story, I had to let go of the show’s original storyline and come up with my own…while I was already writing the story. Again, I had no ending for the story even though I was posting chapters for it as often as I could.

And I kept doing this for…years. Because I refused to let this fic go. I felt such an attachment to Opal, Ruby, and Sapphire and their stories that I had come up for them. The first fic was 259,004 words long. And Twists & Turns? 305,428. I couldn’t just throw that much work away, I had to salvage it. And more than anything, I still had so many follows, favorites, and bookmarks, readers leaving me reviews, people sending me asks into my inbox. When I went through rough times in my life and was slow on updates, so many readers comforted me, telling me it was okay. And I had people tell me that this fic was…important to them. That it made them happy when they were in rough times.

But the truth was…I just didn’t like this fic anymore.

Sometimes I found myself enjoying it still. Writing Jasper’s redemption arc was truly fun for me, one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I love writing the comedy style of Steven Universe. I loved writing these characters and their interactions. And yeah, sometimes I would still re-read some of the earlier chapters and enjoy doing so.

But…

Every time I post up a new chapter, I just wish it was something else. Even if I loved Jasper’s redemption arc, Lapis and Peridot’s unique relationship, the fight between Steven and the Crystal Gems, it was like watching good scenes from a bad movie for me. Like yeah, this is nice, and I like it, but when I looked at the bigger picture, I was just disappointed. It felt like the original vision, a very simple and straightforward SU but Opal, Ruby, and Sapphire instead, had just…chained it down. I wanted to be creative, make a story that was original, but each chapter I’ve been posting lately just feels like that 99%-done picture.

And all those ideas for the finale just—never came together. Some became pretty clear. There were things that I came up with that I thought, Oh, that’d be so COOL! But because of what the fic already was, it would have never worked. It would’ve broken the rules of the setting, or it would have come out of nowhere with no buildup. I had a whole lot of puzzle pieces that wouldn’t fit together. The time that I put aside to try and figure this out were just hellish. I have spent hours staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out how to end this story, and each and every time I’ve walked away with no progress and more stress than I can handle.

I can’t recall what all detail I’ve gone into, but I know I’ve told readers before that life has been stressful for me as of late. Not just with work and school, which are taking huge bites out of my time, but health issues and family issues, too. And it feels so stupid, to say that writing a fic for a children’s TV show was another problem, but the truth was that it was. I already had/have so many things weighing me down and causing me anxiety, and on top of all of them I’ve been putting time aside almost every day to worry about this story.

I’m writing this now after three hours trying to find a way to wrap up this fic and coming up with nothing. The only solution that I can find now, to just stick with the original storyline set up by the show, doesn’t feel like a solution at all. It would still have that huge, glaring problem: I have already seen this, so why should I read it? And probably a large part of that has to do with Steven being the protagonist, and already establishing that he’s going through an arc dealing with trauma and identity issues…just like the show did. Not adding anything new.

On top of the lack of a proper solution, though, the idea of writing three more seasons’ worth of OSRAS fills me with dread. This story, which has no set ending or resolution to its plot (let alone its character arcs), could take me years to finish in that absolutely unsatisfying manner I mentioned. That’s years of writing a story that I only find occasional joy in. Years of dedication to something that I just regret at this point.

So, I guess you figure by now that this is a bit of a farewell. And just writing that makes me feel so shitty. I feel like I’m about to cry now, because even though I’m committing to this decision, and even though I’m feeling relief already, I am wracked with guilt. I feel as though I’m letting so many people down. After months and months of “Sorry for the wait, promise more chapters are coming!” and months and months of “I promise we’re getting to X soon!” now I’m taking that all back. And again, I’ve had people tell me how much this fic means to them. I imagine that some people are going to be reading this, and they’re going to be hurt and angry and betrayed, and I honestly can’t blame them. Not just because I know firsthand how frustrating it is to have a story I really love be discontinued, but because I feel as though I’ve lied to my readers.

Unfortunately, as I said, I’m committing to this. This is just the only solution that I can find to this problem that’s been weighing down on me for years now. OSRAS is always going to mean something to me, because like I said, I did find joy in the characters and the interactions, the dialogue that I came up with. I wrote this story for five years. But the little joys weren’t enough to outweigh the stress. Ideally I want to say something like But maybe one day I’ll figure out a proper ending, but I can’t promise something like that.

WITH ALL THAT BEING SAID...

I’m attempting to work on a revamp at the moment. I still very much like the idea of a swapfic, but I’m going to need to make it from the ground-up. Maybe I’ll make Connie the same character; maybe I’ll put it in a different setting. I still have ideas for Ruby’s story as the last of her kind, and Opal’s unique situation of a fusion by necessity. Like I said, I did have some thoughts for how these could have been resolved, but with the current state of the fic, they wouldn’t be possible.

I’m going to leave the fics up, promise I won’t be deleting them. If anyone wants to ask questions, my inbox is open, but I can’t promise immediate answers. And if anyone wants to message me about plans I did have for the fic, feel free to do so, but I won’t be posting them publicly on the blog. I may revisit them if I ever go for a revamp. And some things I’m going to keep to myself, because they’re ideas that have a stronger chance of being revisited and I’d rather keep them secret.

So this is coming to be about 3,000 words now. And maybe 3,000 words is way too much for a “I’m discontinuing the fic” post, and maybe this is 3,000 words of pure overdramatic whining, but I wanted to give a full explanation here for why I’ve made this decision.

The second-to-last thing I wanted to say is that I’m sincerely sorry to anyone who feels hurt by this. Like I said, maybe one day I’ll try this again after all, but as-is, the state of OSRAS feels like a mess that I can’t fix. Plus I’m going to be a little selfish and do what’s going to relieve me of this stress. All I can say is that I am positive that if I decided to continue this fic, it would have been obvious in the writing that I’d lost my passion for it.

The last thing I wanted to say is a giant THANK YOU to all my readers and followers over the years. Even if OSRAS is over, I want each and every one of you to know that all your reviews, favorites, and bookmarks always made my day a little better. I only hope that if/when I get around to the revamp, it will be so much better than OSRAS was.

So, this is goodbye to OSRAS for now. Again, my sincerest apologies, and my sincerest thanks.

Sincerely, myself, Opal, Sapphire, Ruby, and Steven

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