#transformers collision course

[aimandmain]

Combaticons HC because i can never find my notes

General timeline:

Pre-war

Riots <- met and formed gestaltbond unexpectedly

War for Cybertron

Detention center                         

War for Earth

Swindle selling them for spare parts

General headcanons:

Is actually one of the deadliest and most effective gestalt units and would be catastrophic if they could quit stirring up drama and bullshit all the time... and agree with each other.

The whole team, even Blast Off on occasions, is severely lacking in discipline and Onslaught is going crazy even if he appreciates them thinking for themselves.

No one trusts these guys and honestly no one should

Their ideal day is one where they’re just leaving the battlefield, a brilliant plan well executed, Brawl got to blow up not one, but several buildings WITH people inside them. He’s telling jokes to Swindle who’s laughing and trying to haul away way too loot he has gathered, he’s gonna make them rich and he can’t wait to milk his clients dry. Blast off is making ready for take off, Ons is praising him for his work as SIC. Blast Off is gay beyond belief. Vortex is shooting up hostages, it’s paradise.

None of them likes to use their gestalt bond as it’s an “invasion of privacy” – also meaning they don’t like feeling vulnerable.

Ons can always find his team, as gestalt leader he can sense what way to go to find his team of idiots.

After the Spare Part Incident is fixed they all end up a better team actually

Like they’re still fucking assholes but now they’re assholes who have each other’s back 100% and that makes them 110% more dangerous, also they actually take a page out of the Constructicon’s book and actually uses their fucking bond.

The team is more obedient with the bond open, they’re more comfortable with each other and doesn’t argue as much. Also provides backup in all forms, from missions to paperwork to pranks.

The gay bet starts up, while everyone knows Blast Off is theirs, his type has been outed and the guys makes bet on who is most Blast Off’s type when they meet new teams. Blast might die from shame and embarrassment. To be Blast Off, is to be endlessly bullied.

Onslaught: The leader of the team. An excellent strategist and brutal enemy, when he takes control he plovs through the battlefield and he and his team is a force to be reconned with. Doesn’t care much about a fair fight, cares about winning. On base he keeps his team occupied to stop them from destroying everything.

Alt-mode is an artillery truck

Has a constant headache due to his team

His archillies heel is his competitive nature and he loves when he gets to be creative on the battlefield

Give him free reign to control the battlefield and he will confess his love

Takes care of 80% of the reports and boring work because he know his team won’t do it and he want’s it done “the right way”

Onslaught is the head and front of Bruticus and “steers”. His cannons are available to Bruticus and rest over his shoulders.

Blast Off: Cool, collected and really doesn’t give a fuck, Blast Off is a shuttle-former and therefor the team’s main form of transportation, he has special displacement equipment to change his size in shuttle form and as Bruticus. He’s the least likely to argue but the most likely to think you’re an absolute fool.

Is a huge science and romance nerd – will go on tangents if opportunity arises

Likes reading and quiet, poor guy, he has his own personal library

Likes space and is luckily sent off on scanning missions most of the time so he gets his alone time

Has a gun that can shoot from orbit.

Sadly he also gets lonely rather quickly, he loves to pretend he doesn’t need anyone but this guy is a massive softie underneath his aloof and superiority complex. Way, way deep under that

He feels like he’s sorta the odd one out.

If the others couldn’t feel his emotions through the bond they would be questioning if he even had them.

Other teams and mechs go through Blast Off because they’re been told he’s the easiest to deal with, what they haven’t been told is he’s also the rudest and can come off as elitist and a snob

Might be severely gay for Ons

Might be severely gay in general

Carries around medkits for field repairs and is unofficially the (emergency) medic of the team. He is not a trained medic.

Blast Off is the right leg and most of Bruticus main body (alongside Onslaught but Blast Off is BIG) Blast Off is in his real, true form the biggest of them since he’s a shuttle former (maybe he got that thing where he can make himself smaller?) and he both provided some serious boosters that can lift Bruticus off the ground, and Brusticus also has Blast Off’s main rifle on his back. Yeah that rifle that can shoot and hit stuff from out of orbit.

Vortex: Vortex is one Decepticon that you DO NOT want to be caught alone with, especially not without his teammates there to keep him in control. They’re like 80% of his impulse control, he’s likely to slice you to bits for his own enjoyment. A true, psychopathic sadist and the team’s interrogator and field medic (Blast Off might be more of a medic but officially it’s Vortex).

Favourite tool is a laser scalpel

Has an unhealthy obsession with interfacing due to it being pleasurable and due to traumaTM

Also has a fuckton of issues, a therapist's wet dream

Alt-mode is a helicopter

Lowkey afraid of the dark

Vortex is the left arm of Bruticus and his rotary blades are vicious. can be used as a shield or can opener, everything’s possible.

Brawl: Big, loud and kinda stupid, Brawl is actually one of the nicest of the Combaticons... if you can call them nice at all. He’s the easiest to make laugh and honestly just wanna have a good time. He’s not smart, he likes to wreck stuff, no need to complicate things further.

Heavy and LOUD

Alt-mode is a tank with a primary gun that kicks ass

Despite his build he is actually terrifying fast

He REALLY likes explosions

Always warm because of his engine

Usually third-wheeling Vortex and Swindle when they’re doing shenanigans

Brawl is the right arm of Bruticus and while combined, Brawl’s primary canon is Bruticus’ main weapon (his whole body is a weapon, but Brawl got the strongest fire power of the whole lot.) Also you do not want Bruticus to use Brawl’s threads on you while you’re pinned.

Swindle: Lying, backstabbing, manipulating, driven by material goods, Swindle is the smuggler and weapon expert of the team. He is overqualified for handling diplomacy and striking up deals but should be watched carefully or he might just screw the other part over too much and they are bound to retaliate when they figure it out.

He also handles the team’s distribution and gear acquiring. Swindle is a very powerful ally if you can keep him in check.

Good cop to Vortex’s bad cop

Best friends with Brawl, might be crushing a bit actually

Most likely to go off on his own, always comes back tho

Color scheme is yellow and purple, not very…subtle... but he stylish as fuck

Most likely to get himself, and by default his team, in trouble

His greed knows no bounds…. Okay maybe he will spare a thought for his team, but only a fleeting one – His greed is actually put to the test in the spare part incident and here it’s shown that his greed takes second place to his teams wellbeing, wow look at that character development

Alt-mode is a militarygrade jeep with boosters for hovering

Most likely to snoop around the bond and use it

He have quite a big network of clients and contacts

Was really trying to help during the Spare Part Incident but oh wow, boy fucked up

After the SPI he has a hard time being alone for extended periodes of time, would prefer not to sleep alone and has trouble with interfacing.

Swindle is the left leg of Bruticus and sadly can’t give the combiner much, except the ability to momentarily “glide” in the air from his boosters. If used at the same time as Blast Off’s boosters they can keep Bruticus airborne og hovering although this takes energy, Swindle’s boosters will be used to steer.

Bruticus is one of the deadliest weapons the Decepticons got, but the combaticons love to butt heads with everything that moves, including their own faction.

These guys piss each other off so hard. No seriously, if they don’t have something to do with their time they’ll take it out on whoever is closest, and there’s always a gestaltmate somewhat close. (They will neve admit that they travel in pairs most of the time, primus forbid anyone knew they didn’t completely hate each other). A bunch of chaotic gremlins who somehow care for each other? if you squint?

If you mess with one of them, you mess with all of them. even Swindle, but he’ll need to be really in over his head for the other’s to step in.

These guys needs someone to hate on at all times. If they’re not bitching about each other, they’ll join forces and bitch about another team or an enemy or Starscream.

They don’t like the gestaltbond tho and is the combiner team that uses it the least. They usually have the bond clamped so they only have the slightest clue how each other are feeling. But it’s entirely an invasion of privacy and they’re not into the whole touchy-feely bullshit, it’s weak and pathetic… and feels real nice and if they’re really beaten down they may indulge but they’ll never admit to it!

Things to take into account.

EM field -  Electromagnetic field around each and every transformer, can be held tight around their core or relaxed around their vessel.

Gestaltbond – All combiner teams had a bond that they can feel and “talk” to each other across. Individuals can build “blocks” around their end of the bond in order to shut others out, but it allows those involved to feel what the others are feeling and be aware of their situation and status. Also adds a protective streak, if one from the bond suffers, all suffers and blocks can only do so much then.

In Collision Course AU Gestalts are frowned upon and seen as unnatural and very dangerous. Especially is it's not "blessed" by the senate.

Plating flaring out in surprise/intimidation or drawing closer if threatened, uneasy.

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[earthstellar]

I think this was going to be called “Collision Course”, and it probably would have been handled similarly to how IDW handled their Star Trek licensed crossovers (where you had TOS/TNG/DS9/VOY/etc. all overlapping to make a singular plot/story arc). 

They did a good job on those Star Trek crossovers, so I’m thinking something along those lines may have been the template for how to start approaching something like this from IDW’s side of things (although this would have been on a larger scale--mitigated by much of the material being stuff that was already made with IDW, so their in-house teams for Transformers would have had the extra experience and familiarity to pull something like this off at that level of complexity), but of course we’ll never know for sure. 

IDW was probably the best comics group to handle something like this, given their extensive experience with large scale licenced property crossovers and smaller crossover projects which were typically around four issue short series runs (I think they did this with the Mars Attacks brand at least once, which included X-Files, Ghostbusters, etc.), but alas. 

Reminds me somewhat of Hasbro’s scrapped idea for UNIT-E, although honestly I think Collision Course would have been more coherent as it involves crossovers from within a single franchise, rather than combining multiple different properties/franchises under the same brand/ownership. 

I think if anyone could do it, it would have been the IDW team(s) for Transformers. They established a broad but internally pretty consistent universe for the IDW comics, and it would have been fun to pull in characters and elements from other non-comic TF media for a crossover event or series like this. 

The hype was real, and I definitely feel like we missed out on something that had a lot of potential. 

So I just discovered there was a canceled Transformers comic

AND I AM FREAKING OUT OVER IT

I just came across the cover for it and lemme tell you I have never gasped out loud before but LOOK

I CANT EVEN CONTAIN MYSELF TO WRITE THIS

LOOK AT EVERYONE

LOOK AT WHAT WE COULD OF HAD

[hoshifighting]

Aphrodisiac Liquor

— Synopsis: Where you're out for a night with your friends, and you decide to try an aphrodisiac liquor, feeling the warmth gradually spreading through your body, your best friend Mingyu starts to appear a little too sexy. — Word Count: 5.1k — WARNINGS: smut, oral (f. and m. receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, chocking, overstimulation, alcohol consumption, horny asf reader, fucked out Mingyu, objetification (Mingyu mentions himself as reader's fuck toy), and dick riding.

The pulsating beat of the music reverberated through the dimly lit club, enveloping the dance floor in a rhythmic energy that matched the collective excitement of the reunited friends. You stood in the center of the vibrant chaos, surrounded by familiar faces and the lively atmosphere of the night.

Mingyu, your best friend, flashed a wide grin as he clinked his drink against yours. "Cheers to finally getting the gang back together!" he shouted over the music, laughter twinkling in his eyes. The last few gatherings had always felt incomplete, someone missing here or there, but tonight was different. Everyone was present, and the joy was palpable.

Woozi, the voice of reason in your group, raised an eyebrow as he observed the already empty bottles scattered across the table. "I hope you two are keeping your promise about not drinking too much," he teased, sipping his own drink with a smirk.

You and Mingyu exchanged guilty glances, aware that your resolve was already wavering. However, compared to the chaos that was unfolding around you, with Dokyeom dancing his way through the crowd like a human pinball, Seungkwan engaging in animated conversations that almost turned into arguments, and Soonyoung returning from the bar with two more bottles of liquor in hand, you and Mingyu felt relatively composed.

"Alright, I admit, maybe we'll take it easy," you chuckled, watching as Dokyeom narrowly avoided another collision on the dance floor.

Mingyu nodded in agreement, but his eyes gleamed mischievously. "Just a little more won't hurt, right?" he said, pouring a modest amount into his glass.

As the night progressed, the club transformed into a haven of laughter, dancing, and unrestrained merriment. The DJ played a mix of old favorites and current hits, prompting everyone to let loose on the dance floor. Woozi found himself reluctantly pulled into a lively dance circle, while Dokyeom continued his mission to navigate the crowd with unpredictable dance moves.

As Soonyoung proudly presented the array of liquor bottles on the table, your eyes were drawn to one particular bottle covered in an intriguing green and purple cloth. Curiosity piqued, you reached for a shot cup and poured yourself a small measure of the mysterious concoction. The liquid gleamed in the dim light of the club, promising an adventure for your taste buds.

Bringing the cup to your lips, you took a shot, savoring the sweet burn that spread across your tongue. The flavor was unique, a blend of sweetness and warmth that left a tingling sensation in its wake. Intrigued, you picked up the bottle to read more about the drink. Just under the bold name "Har" was a smaller inscription that caught your attention – "aphrodisiac drink."

You chuckled, dismissing it as a mere marketing gimmick. Placing the bottle back on the table, you rejoined the conversation with Chan, discussing music, life, and everything in between. However, as the minutes passed, you couldn't shake the subtle change in the atmosphere around you.

As Chan's voice faded into the background, your focus shifted to an inexplicable sensation coursing through your veins. A warmth, almost like a surge of electricity, tingled beneath your skin, spreading from the center of your being. Mingyu's concerned gaze met yours as you struggled to steady yourself.

"I-I'm okay," you managed to stammer out, trying to mask the sudden rush of sensations that seemed to intensify with every passing second.

But as Mingyu reached out a hand, concerned etched on his face, the effects of the mysterious drink became undeniable. Your heart raced, a flush painting your cheeks as your breaths quickened. The realization hit you like a lightning bolt – that bottle, hidden under the cloth, wasn't just any liquor. It was something more potent, something that had triggered a profound reaction within you.

"Maybe it wasn't just a slogan," you muttered, feeling both flustered and perplexed by the unexpected turn of events.

Mingyu's eyes widened in understanding as he glimpsed the bottle's label. His eyebrows shot up, mirroring your own astonishment. "An aphrodisiac drink? Seriously?" He sulks at you.

The room seemed to spin slightly as your senses heightened, and you struggled to regain composure. Mingyu steadied you, concerned. "We need to get you some fresh air," he suggested, guiding you away from the table and the increasingly curious gazes of your friends.

The air outside the club was cool against your heated skin, a welcome relief from the whirlwind of sensations that had taken hold. Mingyu hovered nearby, offering a steadying presence as you tried to regain your equilibrium.

"Is it getting any better?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

You nodded, feeling the effects slowly subside. "Yeah, I think so..."

The two of you shared a glance, a mixture of amusement and disbelief coloring the moment. Mingyu chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. "Note to self: avoid mysterious cloth-covered bottles from now on."

Mingyu's suggestion to head home triggered a mix of frustration and amusement within you. "I'm fine, really," you protested, your voice carrying a hint of irritation. The effects of the drink had subsided, leaving you feeling more embarrassed than anything else, but Mingyu's protectiveness had a way of both comforting and irking you at the same time.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, come on. You were practically ready to start a revolution back there," he teased, nudging you gently. "Let's not have you causing chaos in the club."

With a begrudging nod, you relented, acknowledging the logic in his words despite your reluctance. The taxi ride was a blur of streetlights and passing cars, the cool glass of the window offering a soothing sensation against your forehead as you leaned against it.

Mingyu sat beside you, occasionally stealing glances to ensure you were alright. "I know it's a bit annoying, but I'd rather get you home safe," he said, his tone softened by genuine concern.

A sigh escaped your lips, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude mingling within you. "I appreciate it, even if I'm not a fan of being babied," you admitted, offering a small smile in acknowledgment of his efforts.

The rest of the ride was spent in comfortable silence, the cityscape passing by as the taxi made its way toward your destination. Despite the unusual turn of events and Mingyu's overprotective nature, there was a sense of reassurance in having a friend who cared so deeply.

As the taxi rolled along the city streets, the heat returned, and your discomfort grew. The air conditioning in the taxi seemed to be struggling against the warmth, leaving you feeling a bit flustered. Mingyu, ever resourceful, rummaged through the pocket behind the driver's seat and emerged triumphantly with a flyer.

He grinned mischievously, turning the flyer into an impromptu fan. With a flourish, he began fanning you, creating a makeshift breeze that elicited a burst of laughter from both of you. The absurdity of the situation and Mingyu's quick thinking turned the taxi into a scene of amusement rather than discomfort.

Arriving home, the cool air of your apartment was a welcome relief from the residual warmth of the night. Mingyu, seemingly accustomed to the layout of your place, strolled in as if it were his own. The comfort of having him around, especially on a random Tuesday or after an eventful night, was a testament to the strength of your friendship.

As you disappeared into the bathroom for a much-needed cold bath, the sound of the TV coming to life echoed through the apartment. Mingyu had settled onto the couch, making himself at home with ease. The flickering light from the TV cast a soft glow on the living room, creating a cozy ambiance.

The cold water worked wonders against the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac drink, leaving you feeling refreshed – but not feeling like yourself, since the discomfort between your legs was still noticeable.

As you settled onto the couch beside Mingyu, he handed you a cold bottle of water, his concern for your well-being evident. The movie played on the screen, and you tried to focus on the plot, letting the scenes unfold before you. However, your attention kept drifting to the person seated next to you.

Mingyu's features seemed to catch the light in just the right way – the well-combed black hair, the slightly open buttons of his shirt, and the casual roll of his sleeves revealing the tan skin of his forearms. Your gaze couldn't help but linger on the details that seemed to intensify in the dim glow of the TV. His thick thighs encased in denim drew your eyes, and the flickering light played on his lips, making them seem unusually inviting.

Caught in the moment, your eyes met his, and a sudden awareness passed between you. Heat rose to your cheeks, and you quickly averted your gaze, attempting to redirect your thoughts back to the movie. You scolded yourself for entertaining such thoughts, trying to dismiss the images that lingered in your mind.

Mingyu, however, noticed the shift in your demeanor. He shot you a curious look. "Everything okay?" he asked, his eyes lingering on yours.

You nodded quickly, taking a sip of the cold water to distract yourself. "Yeah, just got lost in thought for a moment."

You fought to maintain your focus on the movie, but an undeniable sweetness lingered on your palate, a reminder of the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac drink. The cold bath, despite its earlier refreshing touch, seemed futile in quelling the simmering heat beneath your skin. – To be honest, now the bath didn't work shit – It pulsed through you, intensifying with each passing moment.

Your breath, once steady, now betrayed your internal turmoil. It hitched as your cheeks burned, a telltale sign of the heightened sensations coursing through your body. The discomfort between your legs became an increasingly insistent presence, pussy throbbing demanding attention.

Mingyu, sitting casually beside you, seemed to emit an allure that was impossible to ignore. His features, accentuated by the soft glow of the TV, drew your attention like a moth to a flame.

Your body seemed to betray your attempts to remain composed. Mingyu, your trusted friend, had always been someone you found attractive, but in this moment, every detail about him seemed to amplify that allure.

The internal struggle reached its peak, and you couldn't ignore the discomfort any longer. Closing your legs tightly, you attempted to find some relief, the unbidden desire making focus impossible. In a moment of desperation, you closed your eyes, hoping to regain some semblance of control.

Mingyu, sensing something amiss, took a deep breath and voiced his concern. "Are you really okay?" he asked, genuine worry etched on his face.

Opening your eyes, you knew that you looked far from composed, also known as, absolutely fucked. The internal chaos was surely mirrored in your expression. Mingyu, in his caring nature, reached a hand towards your forehead, then gently slid it down to your neck, checking for signs of fever or any indication of what might be troubling you.

As his hand moved across your skin, he could feel the heat emanating from your body, but the cause remained uncertain. The brief journey from your forehead to your neck sent shivers down your spine, and he noticed your body's involuntary response.

Meeting your gaze with a look of defeat, Mingyu asked, "What am I going to do with you?" The vulnerability of the moment was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected turn the night had taken. Mingyu, torn between concern for your well-being and the confusing dynamics of the situation, faced a dilemma that neither of you had anticipated. The unspoken tension lingered, leaving both of you suspended in a moment that seemed to redefine the boundaries of your friendship.

You found a temporary reprieve by supporting your elbow on your knees, your face cradled in your hands, desperately trying to manage the sensations coursing through your body. Mingyu, sensing your distress, gently asked, "Do you need any help?" His hand rested on your knee, the touch seemingly innocent, lacking any intentional undertones.

Lifting your torso, you looked at him with an expression that conveyed both suffering and confusion. "How?" you managed to utter, the desperation evident in your voice.

He pondered for a moment, sincerity coloring his words. "I honestly don't know," Mingyu admitted, his eyes searching for a solution to the unforeseen dilemma.

Closing your eyes tightly, you breathed loudly, attempting to steady yourself. In a moment of impulsivity, you grabbed his wrist, your eyes still shut, and began guiding his hand higher and higher. 

Mingyu's eyes widened, his attempts to maintain composure faltering. "You're not in the right mind right now," he warned, trying to inject a note of reason into the situation.

You, however, remained persistent, continuing to guide his hand higher with a suffered expression. Mingyu felt a mixture of confusion and a growing awareness that the dynamics of the moment were shifting. He struggled to compose himself, realizing that the unexpected turn of events was challenging not only for you but for him as well.

The charged atmosphere enveloped both of you as you laid your head on Mingyu's shoulder, intertwining your hands together. His touch on your thigh was hesitant, his caress slow and deliberate. Your breath, warm against his neck, sent shivers down his spine.

Mingyu bit his lip, deep in thought as he analyzed the situation. He could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken desires that hung between you two. The grip on your thigh tightened involuntarily as he contemplated the ways to help you, the weight of his own internal struggle evident in the furrow of his brow.

A soft moan escaped your lips, a sound that resonated through both of you. Mingyu, caught off guard by the effect his touch had on you, felt his body respond involuntarily. His grip tightened on your thigh, and a subtle warmth spread through him.

In the midst of the charged atmosphere, you sulked sultrily, your voice a low murmur that made Mingyu's body react. "What are you waiting for?" you whispered, your sultry tone sending a wave of heat through him.

Caught between the tension of the moment and the realization that there was only one effective way to help you, – fuck you until you're fully satisfied – Mingyu hesitated.

"Fuck, Y/N, I don't know," Mingyu uttered, his frustration and arousal intermingling in his voice. The charged tension in the air seemed to escalate as you lifted your face, bringing it dangerously close to his lips. Your noses brushed together, a subtle and tantalizing gesture that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Please Mingyu, please…" Your sultry tone continued to play with his senses, teasing and arousing. Mingyu, caught in the moment, found himself unable to resist the magnetic pull between you two. He managed to steal a glance at your tank top, the falling straps exposing your shoulder and the hardened nipple teasingly visible through the fabric.

In an unexpected twist, the charged atmosphere culminated in a daring move. Mingyu suddenly felt the touch of your lips on his, and his initial surprise transformed into a profound connection. Before fully giving in to the kiss, he took a momentary glance at you, a silent agreement passing between your locked eyes.

As your lips melded together, Mingyu's hand instinctively found its way to your hair, holding it gently. The kiss deepened, his mouth opening to caress your tongue with his in a dance of shared desire. The world around you seemed to fade away as you both melted into each other's arms, the unspoken tension finding its release in the passionate connection that had unexpectedly blossomed between you.

The intensity of the moment heightened as Mingyu's hand ventured inside your tank top, exploring the warmth of your skin, almost burning the skin of his hand. His fingers danced across your belly, tracing the contours of your waist, before finding their way to cup your breast. The touch sent shivers down your spine, and the heat radiating from your skin seemed to intensify under his caress.

Mingyu, his voice a low whisper, remarked on the undeniable heat emanating from your body. "Fuck baby, you're so hot…"

A soft, involuntary moan escaped your lips as Mingyu's touch on your breast elicited a visceral response. You acknowledged his observation with a sultry tone, admitting, "I know," the words laden with desire. The unspoken tension between you two reached a boiling point as you confessed, "I need you so bad Gyu!" 

Mingyu, propelled by a sense of urgency, swiftly guided you to the large couch. Without hesitation, he laid you down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck. The fervor of the moment heightened as his hands moved with purpose, skillfully pulling down the elastic of your shorts and panties, freeing your lower half in one fluid motion. 

Mingyu wasted no time, his fingers skillfully exploring inside your wet sensitive folds, making squelching sounds reaching your ears, while his thumb worked circles on your clit, making your eyes close – finally a relief for your body – and Mingyu notices that too, making him smile at the way your body was slowly stopping from being tense. 

"Is it helping?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

You nodded, acknowledging the relief his actions had brought, but the sensations left you craving more. "It's good, but I need more," you admitted, the desire for something deeper and more intense evident in your voice.

He teased, recalling your earlier affirmation that it was enough. "Well, you said it was enough," Mingyu remarked, playfully challenging your request for more.

Your plea for increased intensity grew more urgent, and he paused, halting his movements abruptly. The sudden stop made you cry out, the rush of sensations abruptly cut off. "I need more Mingyu-ah!" you begged, your voice filled with longing and a desperate plea for the heightened pleasure you desired.

The atmosphere crackled with a palpable intensity as Mingyu, driven by the escalating desire, hastily removed his shirt, buttons scattering in the living room like a visual manifestation of the urgency in the air. His pants followed suit, tugged down with an eagerness that echoed the building tension between you two.

Just when you anticipated he would hover over you, Mingyu surprised you by getting down instead. From this new vantage point, he looked up at you, your legs spread, his gaze locked onto your aroused form, red cheeks, your pussy glistening, hair gluing on your skin and parted lips. 

Mingyu's words, spoken in a low, husky tone, carried a mix of surprise and desire. "I should've seen this coming, but... You look so wet," he remarked, his gaze shifting from your face to your core. 

Mingyu, his eyes still locked on the intimate revelation before him, couldn't help but voice the question lingering in his mind. "Is it because of the drink?" he asked, a hint of concern and curiosity in his voice.

You met his gaze, a mix of honesty and desire reflected in your eyes. "Yes," you replied, acknowledging the role the mysterious drink had played in heightening the sensations coursing through your body. But then, with a subtle but deliberate emphasis, you added, "But also because of you."

The weight of your admission hung in the air, and Mingyu, his eyebrows furrowing in a mix of disbelief and arousal, sought confirmation. "For real?" he asked, seeking assurance.

In response, you simply nodded. Mingyu, fueled by the shared desire and the realness of the moment, wasted no time. His mouth found your core, and the sudden sensation made you jolt, "Ah! Mingyu s-shit!" a gasp escaping your lips as you called out his name. 

He rolls his tongue around your throbbing and puffy clit, before sucking it between his red swollen lips. Mingyu's hands took hold of your thighs, pulling you closer and causing you to slide along the couch. The sudden movement left you in a state of disbelief, and your hands instinctively flew to cover your face. The realization that your best friend was now intimately between your legs, eating you out, overwhelmed you, and a mixture of shock and pleasure lingered in the air. "Fuck- gonna cum…" Your voice cracked.

The rush of sensations made your thighs involuntarily squeeze around Mingyu's head, a surge of pleasure intermingled with the overwhelming intensity of the moment. He shot you a glance, a mix of amusement and appreciation for the sudden pressure, as he continued to lavish attention on your most sensitive places. Your feet brushed against the skin of his back, the physical contact adding another layer of intimacy.

The warmth of your release against his mouth sent a shiver through Mingyu, the sensation exhilarating. The way you arched your back, screaming, calling out his name, in a tone he'd never heard you call before, made his cock twitch inside of his boxers. Mingyu found himself reveling in the sensation, realizing that this uncharted territory had opened up a new, unexplored dimension in your friendship.

Mingyu, still basking in the aftermath of the shared moment, took a moment to peel off his boxers. His arousal was evident, and the sight of his cock slapping against his abdomen left you watching in awe.

Feeling a surge of desire, you looked at him with a newfound boldness and asked, "Can I ride you?" 

Mingyu's eyes widened in surprise, a smile spreading across his face. He laughed, the sound filled with a mix of amusement and desire, before responding, "Sure, baby."

The air was thick with anticipation as you straddled Mingyu's thighs, his desire evident in the teasing glare he directed at you. Taking control, you began to pump his dick with deliberate movements, a sly smile playing on your lips. 

Guiding him to your entrance, you felt the stretch as he entered you, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. The ease with which he slid into you only intensified the raw pleasure of the moment. Mingyu's moan of approval, a low and satisfied "Hmmm" echoed through the room.

With your hips rolling in a rhythmic dance, you couldn't resist the urge to pull your top up, exposing more of your tits. However, Mingyu, seemingly wanting control, pushed your hands away. His fingers began to flicker over your exposed nipples, a teasing and tantalizing touch that made you mewl in response.

Mingyu's words, a command laden with desire, hung in the air. "Use me as your little toy," he urged. 

The suggestion lingered, and you, caught in the intensity of the moment, questioned if he was truly willing. "Will you let me?" you asked, smiling mischievous while your hips worked harder. 

His response came in a low, throaty moan, filled with both need and consent. "Yes, I'm yours. Use me as much as you want," Mingyu declared.

"Bet." 

As you lowered your body, sinking your hips harder with each motion, Mingyu's grip on your waist tightened. His fingers dug into your skin, leaving the promise of bruises. Mingyu, fueled by the idea of being your little fuck toy, couldn't contain the rush of sensations overwhelming his mind. 

The rhythm of your hips took on a frantic, fast pace, causing Mingyu to question whether his legs could even leave the couch. The intensity of the experience pushed him to the brink, as his cries grew louder, bordering on uncontrollable, he begged you to slow down, fearing he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. "Shit b-babe slow down!" His plea held a desperate undertone, a warning of what was to come if the pace continued.

In response, you choked him gently with one hand, a firm yet commanding gesture. "Be quiet," you whispered, a note of authority in your tone. The threat of a noise complaint lingered in the air. 

The sensation of your hand wrapped around Mingyu's throat, barely cutting off his air, made him gasp for breath. The delicate balance between pleasure and restriction sent waves of a delicious intensity through him. As you rolled your eyes, feeling your orgasm approaching, the grip on him tightened, and he arched his back, attempting to hold onto his own release.

The climax approached with an overwhelming force as your pussy crushed Mingyu's cock, inducing spasms of pleasure that rippled through his body. Your moans intertwined with the thick tears rolling down your cheeks, a culmination of the release from the tension that had built up throughout the night. The intensity hit like a tidal wave, leaving you feeling momentarily unstable.

Sensing your need for support, Mingyu struggled in pleasure to get up. He reached out to you, holding you close as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, crying out his name.

"Yeah, baby, I know it feels too good, right? I got you," Mingyu murmured, his words a reassuring melody in the aftermath of the intense orgasm. 

Driven by a lingering desire that had occupied your mind since the beginning of the night, – suck Mingyu's cock until you're unconscious – you decided to act on your newfound craving. Eagerly, you untangled yourself from Mingyu's embrace, his stability still offering support as you made your way towards your intended destination.

Your eagerness didn't leave room for hesitation. With a toss of your hair to the side, you seized the opportunity, pushing Mingyu's cock deep into your throat. The sudden, intense action caught him off guard, and his mouth opened wide in surprise, not expecting the eager and daring move you had just made.

The room was filled with a mix of sounds—the wet, rhythmic movements, his gasps of pleasure, and the unspoken understanding that the night had taken yet another unexpected turn. 

A prolonged "Fuuuuck" escaped from Mingyu's lips as you continued to bob your head incessantly, the wet, rhythmic sounds of your slurping echoing through the room. The intensity of your actions caused his cheeks to flush, and the pleasure you were delivering was almost overwhelming. Mingyu, lost in the sensations you were creating, felt himself melting into the couch, completely absorbed in the pleasure of the moment. 

Mingyu's tip pushed against the back of your throat, your lips grazing his pelvis. He held onto the material of the couch, feeling the tension radiate through his entire body. The moment climaxed with the forceful release of his cum, the spurts going down your throat.

"Oh my god Y/N!" As you continued to suck, Mingyu's body flinched in the aftermath of his release. His voice, now thin and breathless, pleaded with you to stop.

"Please, stop," he managed to utter, the intensity of the sensations still coursing through him.

You allowed Mingyu's soft cock to fall gently onto his stomach with a faint pop of your lips. Surveying his body, now laid defeated on the couch, you asked, "You okay?"

He nodded, his hands finally releasing their tight grip on the couch fabric. "Yeah," he affirmed, his breaths still slightly uneven.

Mingyu, his voice tinted with a mix of surprise and realization, whimpered, "You were horny as fuck, weren't you?"

A smile played on your lips as you replied, "Sorry if it was too much."

Exhausted, Mingyu closed his eyes and confessed, grinning "I loved it."

Mingyu, with a tired but content sigh, raised his arm, reaching out to pull you into a comfortable embrace. You settled against his chest, the warmth of his skin radiating through you. The living room was scattered with discarded clothes, a testament to the intensity of the night that had unfolded.

As sleep began to claim both of you, Mingyu's rhythmic breathing served as a calming lullaby. His fingers gently traced patterns through your hair as you drifted into a peaceful slumber on his chest. 

The morning light filtering through the curtains woke you from your slumber, accompanied by the gentle sensation of Mingyu's fingers tracing patterns on your back. As you lifted your head and rubbed your eyes, you realized you probably didn't look your best. Thankful that Mingyu had seen you wake up before, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, seeking a moment's refuge.

With a husky voice, Mingyu spoke up, breaking the quiet morning atmosphere. "I'm definitely buying another bottle of that liquor for us," he declared, the memory of the eventful night prompting a teasing smile.

The shared sentiment about the unforgettable night echoed in his words, encapsulating the adventurous journey you and Mingyu had embarked on. The unspoken understanding and the newfound closeness between you two lingered in the air, marking the beginning of a bond that had evolved beyond the boundaries of mere friendship.

[pascaloverx]

Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. Enjoy reading. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance.

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ONE

The same nightmare every night, recurring in your mind as if it were an impossible memory to forget. A large part of the Quileute tribe killed by the hands of the one you will someday love. Not that your love story with Edward Cullen was worth anything. After all, he is a vampire. You are a descendant of a lineage of shapeshifters who transform into wolves. What could go right in this story? You've been driving for about two hours to reach Forks. It's been a month since you started having nightmares involving the tribe to which you belong and your ex-boyfriend. So, you decided to return to Forks to see your friends and those who are like family to you and, if possible, stay as far away as possible from Edward Cullen.

"If you had picked up your phone, Sam, you'd know I'm almost there. But since you didn't, just know I'm entering Forks now. I'll head to La Push as soon as possible." You say, leaving a message on Sam's voicemail. He knew you'd be arriving soon but didn't know exactly when. In fact, it was his idea for you to return to Forks. As your nightmares have become more frequent, you're so sleepy that you can barely tell how you're still managing to drive.

And then, like flashbacks in your mind, your moments with Edward and the pack you were part of come to the surface. You remember how you met Edward amidst a fight between the Quileutes and the Cullen vampires. One of them had accidentally crossed the border that separated the vampires from the wolves. It was chaos. Your father, who was alive at the time, was very angry and considered killing a Cullen to show that invading Quileute territory was a bad idea. Luckily, Jacob's father was more sensible. Edward read your mind for the first time that day. He knew you were curious about what the Cullens were doing crossing the border that separated the two enemies. So later, at the border, he found you and explained. Jasper had been hunting an unknown vampire who had hurt Alice and ended up crossing over. That was the first time you wondered if a vampire was okay, and when Edward noticed your slight concern for Jasper, he believed you were different. Amidst your moment of recollection, you lose concentration. But you only realize this when your car hits someone hard. You're dazed by the impact, but as soon as you look ahead, you feel a certain relief. Edward is right in front of you, staring at you with a curious look as if he doesn't quite understand that it's really you.

"What are you doing, Cullen?" you ask in an enraged tone. Of course you're angry. He's a vampire, unscathed after the collision with your car, while your car and you have suffered some impact. I mean, you can feel blood trickling near your right eye, but the damage to your car is definitely more significant.

"It's going to sound strange. Alice had a vision that saw me doing this as soon as you arrived here. I'm not saying I did it on purpose. In fact, I am hunting. But you really are here." Edward speaks as if he still doesn't quite understand that you're actually in front of him. You take a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to kill him for what happened to your car. In reality, you're unsure whether you should get out of the car or not. You're bleeding, and that could be a challenge for Edward.

"I'm not going to attack you, don't worry. I thought you knew I would never do something like that to you. I mean…" Edward says, and you automatically get out of the car, walking toward him. Something about the proximity between you leaves both of you speechless. You always hated when Cullen listened to your thoughts, and he knows that. The courtesy of having your private thoughts respected seemed to be valid only during your relationship.

"You mean you wouldn't attack anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. I know, I know you, Edward. What surprises me is the fact that you don't seem to know me. You know I hate when you… never mind. Maybe you only respected me while we were together. Now we're strangers to each other." You say, realizing how different he seems, even though he hasn't aged a day since the last time you saw him.

"I'm still the same, Y/N. The same guy you walked away from years ago." Edward speaks softly but with a certain sadness in his words. You look at him, unsure of how to respond. Yes, you ended your brief relationship out of fear of what your father would do to him if he found out.

"Look, I didn't intend to bring the past back. I think it's better if you go your way and I go mine." You say, turning to leave and drive your somewhat damaged car. But Edward appears in front of you before you can open the door.

"Carlisle can take care of that for you. I know he'd be glad to see you again." Edward says, stepping a little closer to you. You stare at him, this time not understanding what he wants. It's obvious he's talking about the injury on your head, but you don't understand why he seems so reluctant to distance himself.

"And I should go to your father figure and ask him to help me based on what? The fact that you and I were together years ago? The fact that my tribe has no idea what happened between us? Maybe I should go ask him how he feels about seeing you about to marry a human. What do you think, Edward?" Your tone is absurdly ironic but realistic. Just the fact that you're here now with Edward could jeopardize everything. If Sam or Jacob see you here with him talking about your past relationship, it could cause a mess. Not to mention that Cullen is now committed.

"I caused this in you. Maybe you should go to Carlisle for the same reason anyone in this town would. You've had an accident, Y/N, you need to take care of this." Edward says, gently touching the area where you got hurt. You let out a soft groan of pain and then pull away.

"How do you suggest I deal with the complications that going to Carlisle would bring me?" You ask, almost grumbling. Edward smiles slightly, as if he even misses these conversations you used to have when you were together.

"Do you remember the farthest spot from here where we used to meet when we were dating? Meet Carlisle there when you can. Unfortunately, Jacob is already on his way here, and I think it's better if I'm not here when he arrives." Edward speaks, and before you can say anything in response, he's already gone.

"Your cowardice is remarkable!" You shout, hoping he hears you. As you turn around, Black is behind you. He's clearly sweaty, must have come running in his human form.

"What happened to you, Y/N?" Jacob Black asks, quickly approaching you. He must be worried because you're injured and apparently talking to yourself in the middle of the road.

"I had an accident. I hit an animal, actually. It was quite a mess. How did you know I was here?" You ask curiously as Jacob gets closer to you, analyzing and sniffing you. You wonder if you smell bad, but then remember that Edward was here just a little while ago.

"Since when did you learn to lie to me? I thought we were honest with each other." Jacob says, looking into your eyes, and you feel guilty for lying to him.

"You want to have a relationship argument here? Then it was better not to have come at all. If you could excuse me." You say, walking past Jacob and heading towards your car, but he gently grabs your hand before you can open the car door.

"I missed you," Jacob says as he gently strokes your hand. You look at him and then walk towards him, embracing him.

"I missed you too, more than you can imagine. How about you drive what's left of my car to La Push, so we can have a better conversation?" You say, hugging him tighter, as if you didn't want to let go. It's strange, but seeing him safe made you feel better. After dreaming so many times about Jacob's death, it's good to see him like this.

"I'll drive your old tin can here. You can sit comfortably in the passenger seat. And don't worry, I'm sure there will be some bandages for you there." He says, kissing your cheek and opening the passenger door for you. You get into the car and watch him enter the car and take the wheel. He starts driving, and you slowly begin to close your eyes, hoping that now that you're in Forks, your nightmares won't come true.

[hyvyinjie]

hi! Can I ask for a headcannon about Minamoto teru x childhood friend reader? Where teru is really over protective and gentle towards the reader. Reader is a lazy person, and often sleepy, the things he likes are reading comics and playing game in their phone. They also refuses teru's invitation to join the student council. Thank you! :)

why of course! it’d be an honor to grant such an ask. apologies for taking quite a while to do so—though i hope my work meets your expectations, wonderful nonie!<3

—LOST IN THE HAZE OF YOUR DREAMSCAPE.

featuring ; minamoto teru & you as our star.

+ small akane & aoi mentions.

ah, minamoto teru; the very embodiment of perfection—as he was hailed and as he carried himself with utter conviction.

a master of powers, a paragon of academic prowess, and a maestro in all things extraordinary. could there be anything he did not conquer?

yet, his persona, a labyrinth of complexities, as if harboring a multitude of souls within his very being.

now, here you arrive in his peculiar life—meeting with the intricacies of his existence.

when your paths converged, it ignited a tempestuous collision, a clash of peculiar forces.

initially, your mere presence held no sway over him. in truth, he perceived you as an encumbrance, burdened by your languid nature. for he, a relentless pursuer of flawlessness, demanded nothing less.

but lo and behold. fate—that cunning trickster—wove its intricate threads, meticulously mending the frayed tapestry of your connection.

through the passage of time, a tapestry of happenstance encounters and the subsequent flourishing of interactions—a nascent camaraderie took root. he slowly, but surely grew attuned to your idiosyncrasies, harmonizing with your rhythm. while the power to surmount every obstacle at your side eludes him still, he persists, striving to offer his utmost.

oh please have mercy on this young man—forever enmeshed in the whirlwind of his exorcist duties. and yet, even amidst the chaos, his devotion knows no bounds when it comes to those he holds dear.

one might assume that quality time would be sacrificed for the trivial, but fear not, for you found yourself on the fortunate side—the one he’d willingly carved out moments to be with.

initially, your encounters were fleeting, brief snippets of time. however, as the sands of time trickled down, these fragments transformed into meticulously planned sleepovers. he meticulously orchestrated these occasions, ensuring they did not encroach upon his demanding schedule.

your bond thrived during these cozy gatherings, or tranquil rendezvous, where he wholeheartedly immersed himself in your passions—comics and video games.

though not extensively versed in these realms, one might imagine that you—with your infectious enthusiasm to the field—was the catalyst for his exploration and understanding of the realm of entertainment. this was evidenced by the gradual increase in invitations to game nights and his newfound willingness to engage in discussions about captivating narratives. perhaps, you both even exchanged recommendations for comics, as kindred spirits often do.

as the both of you and the world grew older—it became evident that he honed his social skills; presenting himself as a complete package. every aspect of his being held an irresistible allure, captivating the hearts of women, and even some fellow men. many yearned and openly expressed their desire to be the chosen one by his side.

however, even amidst the clamoring crowd, his gaze remained steadfastly fixed upon you.

of course, as the old adage goes; with great power comes great responsibility—the price of his popularity gradually revealed itself.

certain students, teetering on the edge of obsession, noticed the distinct tenderness he displayed towards you, surpassing his general kindness towards all. seizing upon this perceived vulnerability, they occasionally resorted to devious methods, seeking to eliminate you from the equation, taking advantage of moments when slumber claimed you.

naturally, he swiftly uncovered their plot, intervening before they could execute their nefarious intentions.

needless to say, the number of such audacious attempts dwindled significantly. what exactly he did to deter them remains a mystery known only to him and his would-be victims.

still, worried that the possibility of a recurrence and his absence to intervene, he took it upon himself to practically implore—some might even say beg—you to join the student council. this would ensure that he, or even akane if needed, could keep a watchful eye over you with greater ease.

however, true to your nature, you steadfastly rebuffed each futile attempt to persuade you. despite his persistent efforts, you remained resolute in your refusal.

eventually, your golden boy relented, recognizing that his endeavors were in vain…but that was just because he found an alternative solution.

he encouraged—forced—akane to be the one to look after you discreetly whenever he couldn’t. only choosing to partially reveal his intentions to avoid alarming you at the time, as you were unfamiliar with akane’s existence.

or so it had been until he observed that you and the school’s vice president shared a rather unique bond.

although akane would occasionally scold you for being so excessively somnolent, mistaking it for you being irresponsible, hence, occasionally comparing you to the greatness of his lady aoi—teru—ever vigilant and mindful of akane’s every interaction with you, ensured that his usual brutal tendencies were significantly tempered. still—it remained a part of the deputy’s essence, defining his very being, just albeit subdued in your presence.

it could be surmised that akane once attempted to tease—or rather, foolishly inquire, about teru’s subtle yet perceptible shifts in behavior whenever you were involved.

“it’s almost as if you like them.”

in an almost immediate reaction—the president paused, slowly turning his head to gaze at akane, a shadow casting a smile that concealed the upper portion of his closed eyes.

the ginger-haired vice executive, feeling an ominous presence despite the absence of visible eyes, found himself sweating profusely as he cautiously added,

“—to the point where anyone could mistake you for family!"

sensing the gravity of his words, akane mentally vowed to never broach the subject again. he restrained himself from ever mentioning it whenever he witnessed the two of you together.

curiosity gnawed at you as you noticed his all-knowing gaze transform into one of horror whenever you turned your head, as if peering behind you; at none other than the pretty blonde himself, who seemed to be doing nothing wrong, merely proven to have been innocently smiling the whole time, or so he put up whenever you looked back at him.

oblivious to the truth, you always dismissed it as ‘akane’s peculiar moments of ptsd flashbacks’ whenever he saw teru.

however, let me share a little secret with you.

did you know the true reason behind teru’s death stare? no? well, do you wanna know?

then do allow me to spill it for you.

it was simply because akane, using the keyword; "like," insinuated that teru had a ‘liking-only level’ romantic feeling for you. the misconception provoked such a reaction from teru, for he wanted to correct that statement because he loved you, not just liked you.

seriously, can’t people let him finish what he’s saying?

[exonerin]

I'm suffering from a bunny-wan plot bunny. And I have to share it:

When Anakin's in the Temple during sporadic shore leaves, he works on te mouse droids. They all have their little names and more upgrades than any mouse droid should have. They should be subject to arms regulations at this stage.

Anakin's newest invention is an improved path tracking for the mouse droids. As he tests this, one of the droids (and we'll give him a ridiculous name like Lord Bucktooth the Fifteenth) runs into problems. Anakin uses the tracker on the mouse droids (another very necessary upgrade performed by yours truly) to locate the mouse droids.

He expects to find the droid snagged in a discarded cloak or stuck under a chair. But no, the mouse droid (Lord Bucktooth the Fifteenth) has crashed into a bunny. Now, I imagine the scene like this:

the mouse droid lies on its back, wheels still spinning madly (courtesy of the speed update). Meanwhile, the rabbit lies on its flank, the fur on its flank mussed from the collision.

It's very clear that the mouse droid should have given way to the rabbit and just ran the poor animal over. Now, Anakin is not usually an animal person. Animals can sense his Force signature, always roiling like thunderstorms and doing the equivalent of dropping the barometric pressure. But this rabbit is undeterred by Anakin crouching by the crime scene. Because this is undeniably Anakin's fault.

After putting the mouse droid back on its wheels, Anakin turns to the rabbit. And to his surprise, the rabbit lets him smooth the mussed fur on his flank. Thus, Anakin discovers the rabbits auburn fur is silky soft. Intrigued and awed, he pets the rabbit, letting a floppy, velvety ear run through his fingers, and testing that his little, flaring nose is as soft as it looks (it's somehow softer).

The bunny wrestles back to its feet, clearly fed up with Anakin petting him. Anakin decides to help, putting the bunny back on its feet. Since Anakin possesses no impulse control and this bunny just tugs on his heartstrings, he can't resist the urge to tousle the fur on the rabbit's head.

Now, this rabbit was already fed up with Anakin before Anakin stroked all his fur in the wrong direction. And so, the bunny flees. Anakin tries to follow him, but it's rather difficult to follow such a small and slippery animal, so he loses track of the rabbit.

Anakin's first order of business is adding some traffic regulations in the mouse droids' data banks.

Cue Obi-Wan returning to this quarters, his hair sticking up in all imaginable angles and his robes a mess. Anakin has never seen Obi-Wan so disorganized, and they've fought plenty battles together.

And he blames Anakin when Anakin asks aghast what happened to him. This is, of course extremely unfair. Anakin didn't do anything!

Either way, Anakin fixes the mouse droids, but he's still a little worried for this bunny. Like any reasonable person would do, he equips the mouse droids with cameras and tasks them to find the bunny to ensure bunny is fine (adoption is not out of the question).

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan's being hunted by mouse droids (and an Anakin Skywalker hot on their whirring wheels), each time he transforms. We'll blame the need to transform on Obi-Wan's Stewjon heritage (or he was bitten by a feral bunny Qui-Gon picked up during one of their missions. I actually like this option more).

If he doesn't transform at set times, the transformation can kick in at inopportune times, so Obi-Wan's very careful with his schedule. Until Anakin messes it up, of course. By performing a witch hunt on him! Absolutely ridiculous, but he can't confront Anakin directly.

I imagine that he does like Anakin's cuddles, but he'll also want some petty revenge on his former Padawan.

Either way, this plot bunny won't leave me alone, but I really need to work on chapter 14 for DAUNTLESS and I have too many WIPs already.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Melodic Rivalry ~ KNJ

WORD COUNT: 3.5K

GENRE: Enemies to lovers, implied sexual interaction, surprise pregnancy, hiding pregnancy trope, angst, soft ending [Didn't include smut as it's an anon and I don't know your age, so it's implied that they have sex xx]

PAIRING: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

You stared down at the magazine with a disgusted look on your face, a photo of you and Namjoon on the cover with giant smiles on your faces as you sat together but the shot wasn't real. The two of you could never sit still long enough for a photo to be taken so the magazine had to photoshop the two of you together to fit the story that they had written and published.

All about how you and Namjoon were the perfect team, both of you had undeniable talent and worked well together in the studio. Namjoon was a musician with the knack of composing soul-stringing melodies, his talent knew no bounds and his music had the oer to move even the most stoic of souls. You were a producer with an unparalleled ear for sound, with the ability to transform raw talent into polished masterpieces and despite working well together in the music industry that was where everything stopped.

The two of you were like oil and water - constantly at odds with each other. Your egos clashed, your opinions collided, and your tempers flared at the slightest provocation. Working together was fraught with tension, each session devolving into a battle of wills and creative differences but each time the music came out brilliantly. 

As you got to the studio door you pushed it open and found it dimly lit, the only light coming from a soft glow of a mixing console. Namjoon sat at his piano, his fingers dancing across the keys getting lost in whatever he was composing so you stood at the soundboard, your arms folded across your chest as you stared at him. He was supposed to be working on something more upbeat, not another love ballad he was no doubt writing.

"Oh, how touching. Another one of your generic love ballads, I presume?" You asked sarcastically, ignoring the glare that Namjoon shot your way, his jaw tight as he stared down at the keys.

"If you have something to say, Yn, say it. Otherwise, keep your critiques to yourself." He said through gritted teeth.

"Typical. Can't handle a little criticism, can you?" You rolled your eyes at him.

"Criticism? All you do is tear down everything I create! You have no respect for my talent!"

"Respect? Please. You're the one who waltzes in here with your inflated ego and expects everyone to bow down to you."

The tension in the room was thick with unresolved animosity but you stared at one another, your eyes twitching.

"For someone who claims to hate my music so much, you spend a lot of time listening to it." You stared at him, shaking your head and scoffing a little. Of course, you listened to it, you had to because it was your job.

"That's because it's my job, you arrogant prick!" You cried out, your anger way past your boiling point now but Namjoon just stood up and took a step closer to you, his gaze burning with intensity.

"Is that the only reason?" He asked softly, your breath caught in your throat, your resolve weakening with each passing moment.

"Of course not." You whispered, your voice barely coming out. Your eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between you. And in that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of you in the quiet sanctuary of the studio.

Without a word, Namjoon closed the distance between you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. And then, in a rush of pent-up emotion, your lips met in a searing kiss—a collision of desire and frustration that sent shockwaves through you both.

For a moment, you were lost in each other, your bickering and resentment fading into the background as you surrendered to the undeniable chemistry that had always lingered between you.

But as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, leaving you breathless and uncertain. You stepped away from him, your fingertips gently touching your lips as you stared at him.

"We shouldn't have done that." Your voice trembled a little as you looked up at Namjoon, his eyes were blazing.

"Why not? We both know there's something between us." He stares down at you.

"This... this is madness. We can't stand each other." You whimpered, shaking your head at him, Namjoon stepped closer to you though, his voice dropping as he stared down at you,

"Maybe that's because we're so alike. Two stubborn souls fighting against the inevitable." You determined to hate him, to push him away from you crumbled, your walls tumbling down in the face of Namjoon's unwavering honesty.

"We can't even stand to look at one another." You mumbled at him, it was true. The two of you could barely go ten minutes without a fight breaking out. The kiss had been a one-off, the passion and sparks you'd felt were nothing more than a static shock or something.

"Stop fighting it, are you scared?" He smirked at you and you hated him for it. You wanted to wipe that smug look off his face,

"No," You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes as you tried to ignore the way your heart was thumping for him, the way your palms were sweating. 

"Everyone knows we should be together, we should just embrace it," Namjoon smirked, your eyes meeting as you bit down on your lip. You had your reservations, the two of you bickered like an old married couple and you weren't sure it was healthy.

"Stop overthinking it," He whined before your lips met once more, the tentative kiss turning quickly into a fiery passion neither of you could deny. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as finally that pent-up tension and longer erupted into a raw and unbridled kiss. 

"I've wanted to do that for so long." Namjoon rushed out, his voice husky as you worked on unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing,

"Me too." You breathed out, kissing him deeply as he carefully took you over to the sofa, both of your clothes being strewn around the room as the kiss between you heated up once again.

Ever since that night in the studio with Namjoon, you did everything within your power to avoid him, you started working from home, switching to another group to work with not being able to face him but today had been inevitable, you had to go into work because of a meeting with Hannah, your manager and also one of your best friends.

The two of you had shared one night of unbelievable passion but when you woke up the next morning he was gone, his clothes were gone and there was a note on his desk asking you to lock up when you were dressed. Since there you'd not even received a text asking how you were, or even a call and you hated him more for it.

I've wanted this for so long.

Had been such bullshit, something he was saying just so that he could get laid, anger bubbled inside of you until you snapped the pencil you were holding.

"You okay? You look unwell," Hannah said as she gently rubbed your back, you were feeling a little under the weather but you put it down to the fact that you were going to have to face Namjoon sometime soon.

"Just a little queasy, that's all." You said with a forced smile, trying to brush it off but Hannah narrowed her eyes at you and exchanged a look with John, one of your other work friends.

"You've been feeling off for a while now, maybe take some holiday days." He suggested with a furrowed brow. It wasn't like you to get sick which was a little concerning for all of them.

"Yeah, maybe you're right." You muttered weakly, slowly standing up from the desk as your stomach churned with anxiety and a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach.

"Yn?" Hannah called out but you sat back down in the chair, your bin between your legs as you threw up the contents of your stomach again.

"Here, drink this," John said as he slid you over a glass of water, Hannah was running to her desk and rummaging through it all.

"Hans? What are you looking for?" You mumbled, wiping your mouth with a tissue and staring at her as she walked back over to you.

She was the only person other than you and Namjoon that knew what happened in that studio 6 weeks ago and John frowned at the blue box.

"Take it," She told you plainly, John sent her a puzzled look with confusion written across his face.

"I...I can't...It'll make it all real," You'd had your suspicions that it was true but you figured if you ignored it long enough and denied it then it couldn't be real.

"Take it, we'll be here for you, no matter what," Hannah told you as John nodded, helping you stand up as they all walked you toward the women's toilets.

Those three minutes you were supposed to wait for the test felt like three hours, each second ticking by tortuously slowly as you, John and Hannah stared around the small office waiting for it to tell you the truth.

"Time," John said as his watch began to beep, your hand linked with Hannah's and you stared down at the pink stick, tears brimming inside of your eyes.

"I'm pregnant." Your voice trembled and instantly you were engulfed in a hug from your two favourite people.

"Work from home until we figure something out," Hannah told you, running her hands over your cheeks and wiping away the tears.

It had been almost five months since discovering you were pregnant and you'd done everything you could to hide it from Namjoon. If he had done everything to get you to leave him alone after your night together then you weren't going to tell him about the kid but the weight of hiding it was crushing you. 

You paced around your office, a mix of fear and uncertainty raging inside of you as you waited for John to hurry back with the next stack of assignments you needed to work through. 

"Everything is there, I'm sorry I promise next time I'll bring them to you. I'm just swamped." John said as he gave you a bag, you nodded quickly kissing his cheek and making a dart out of the door. You needed to get out of the building before anyone could spot you and the news got back to Namjoon.

Lost in your thoughts as you walked through the halls, you nearly collided with someone as you rounded a corner. You slowly looked up and whimpered finding Jungkook standing there,

"Hey! Sorry! Are you alright?" He frowned staring at you,

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed nervously but you just shook your head at him,

"I'm fine, just a bit...distracted." You said with a forced smile but Jungkook's browns knotted together as he slowly looked down at you, his eyes lingering on your swollen belly/

"Is everything okay? You look like you're about to pop.." He laughed softly and your heart raced, panic bubbling up inside of you as you struggled to come up with an explanation. Jungkook had seen you those seven months back coming out of Namjoon's studio with a freshly "fucked" look on your face.

"Yeah, everything's good. Just...tired, that's all." You said hesitantly, smiling weakly as he stared down at you.

"It's his...right?" He waited for you to say something but you didn't even want to admit it to yourself, admitting it to Namjoon's bandmember was going to be damn near impossible,

"Jungkook." You pleaded, shaking your head at him as if asking him to stop all of this.

"Yn, is it his?" You stared at him, your stomach churning with anxiety as you tried to think of something to say but your mind was racing at a million words a second. 

"Please, Jungkook, you can't tell Namjoon. He can't know about the baby." Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at you. Everyone knew how badly Namjoon wanted to be a father and hiding something like this from him would no doubt kill him.

"Why didn't you tell him? He has a right to know." He didn't mean for it to come out as harsh as it did, he knew you were pregnant and in a delicate place right now but Namjoon deserved to know he was going to have a kid.

"He lost that right when he made it clear that night meant nothing to him like he claimed it did." You grumbled, pulling your coat over to cover your bump to make sure no one else was likely to see you.

"Yn," Jungkook said slowly but you held your hand up,

"Don't make excuses for him Jungkook. He fucking used me." Your voice trembled as tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of everything finally causing you to crack.

"You can't hide this from him forever. He has a right to know."

"Just let me figure things out first." You mumbled, begging him as he stared down at you.

"Fine." He stared at you as you nodded, slowly walking away from him as you felt an impending doom hanging over you, threatening to shatter everything you'd built to protect yourself. 

After you left Jungkook stood outside of Namjoon's studio, his heart heavy with the weight of the truth he was about to reveal. As much as he wanted to keep your secret he didn't want to do that to his friend and he knew there was more to the story than Namjoon ignoring you after a night together. 

"Joonie, we need to talk." He said as he walked into the studio, Namjoon frowned at him but nodded for the youngest member to sit down.

"What's up?" He asked him slowly as Jungkook's throat tightened, his head muddled trying to find the right way to say it.

"It's about Yn." Namjoon's hand on his pen tightened,

"What about her?" He asked, animosity laced in his voice as he thought about you.

"She wanted to come crawling back to us? I don't want her working with us anymore." He grumbled out, Jungkook eyed him up as he stared at him wondering what had gone so terribly wrong between the two of you.

"She's not welcome here anymore."

"Why?" There was going to be no more dancing around the topic and not mentioning your name as if you were Voldemort.

"She knows what she did wrong." He hissed making Jungkook frown. It seemed the two of you believed the other was in the wrong.

"What did she do, Hyung?"

"She slept with me when she had a boyfriend waiting for her at home." Jungkook knew you were single, you'd devoted every single second of your life to music.

"Boyfriend? Noona doesn't have a boyfriend." 

"So who was John? He was texting her all night, asking where she was and when she was going to go back to him because he was waiting for her back home." None of that made sense,

"John is one of her co-workers, he works with TXT," Jungkook told him before realisation began to register with Namjoon who the man had been.

"So...W...What did you want to talk to me about?" Jungkook sighed a little.

"She's pregnant, Namjoon. Seven months along." Namjoon's world came to a crashing halt as he stared at him, his mind reeling in disbelief and confusion.

"How?" He asked shocked, Jungkook hesitated, his gaze filled with sympathy as he watched everything hit Namjoon.

"You know how." He said softly but Namjoon just stared at the floor. The truth hits him like a ton of bricks, everything falls into place. Your sudden avoidance, working from home and refusing to be their producer anymore. It was all making sense now.

"She's carrying my child," He whispered as Jungkook sighed a little.

"She asked me not to tell you but you needed to know," Namjoon nodded at him, barely acknowledging him as he slowly got up and made his way out of the studio.

Before he knew what was happening Namjoon was outside your place and knocking on the door. He knew it was going to be hard to talk to you about all of this since so much time had passed but it was time to face the truth.

"We have to talk." Namjoon said as soon as you opened the door to him, your chest aching with seeing him standing there. You knew Jungkook wouldn't have been able to keep his mouth shut so you'd been preparing for him.

"What about?" You stared at him as he took in a deep breath,

"About the baby," His eyes were filled with something you'd never seen from him before, he looked so vulnerable. 

"What about the baby?" You asked, stepping to the side and letting him into your apartment. 

"I want to be a part of their life, Yn. I want to be there for them, to watch them grow up, to be their father." Your breath caught in your throat at his words,

"Why? You practically kicked me out the night after we had sex so why all of a sudden do you care?"

"I thought you had a boyfriend! Okay? I saw a text from John and I thought-"

"That I was whoring myself out to everyone so you just decided to give me the cold shoulder?" You snapped angrily at him, you couldn't believe he would do something like this.

"You're the one hiding my child from me!" He grumbled at you and you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

"This is why we can't do it together. We fight all the time, we just scream at each other." You mumbled, sitting down on the sofa and feeling completely defeated. 

"Yn."

"Can you look at me and tell me that when this baby comes it'll work out between us?" You didn't want to keep his kid from him but you also were scared of everything that was coming,

"No."

"So-"

"But I love you, okay? Fuck, I've loved you for so long and I just never show it right." You stared at him in complete shock.

"I love you and I love our baby. I may not have been ready to admit it before, but now...now I can't imagine life without you."

"But-" You barely had a chance to object before Namjoon continued.

"The last seven months without getting to see you have been torture. I miss the jabs you used to say, I miss seeing you...Please."

"We've both made mistakes, Yn. But that doesn't mean we can't try and make things right. For the sake of our child, and for the sake of our love." Tears built inside of your eyes as you struggled to process everything.

"I want to believe you, I do...but...But I'm scared. Scared of getting hurt, scared of losing you again." You finally admit, your tears free falling as you finally let yourself admit you loved him back, that you were hopelessly in love with him.

"I won't let that happen, Yn, I promise you. Just give me a chance to prove it to you and show you how much you mean to me."

"I love you too," You whispered to him, your heart racing as he smiled down at you.

"We can try." You told him as he hugged you close to him,

"Tell me everything I've missed? D-Do you have photos?" You nodded at him, slowly taking him through to your bedroom to get the album you'd already started making of your ultrasounds.

A soft glow filled the cosy living room as you and Namjoon sat together on the couch, your laughter mingling with the sound of your son's joyful giggles. It had been a year since that fateful night when Namjoon had shown up on your doorstep, and in that time, your lives had changed in ways you could have never imagined.

Your son toddled around the room with boundless energy, his chubby cheeks flushed with excitement as he chased after his favourite toy. Namjoon watched him with a smile, his heart swelling with pride at the sight of his little boy.

"Look at him go, babe. He's getting so big." He said with a giant grin on his face, you smiled as you stared at him, your eyes shining with love as she reached out to ruffle his hair.

"He's growing up so fast. I can't believe he's already a year old." You whined, you hated that it was going too quickly. You wanted him to stay young forever. 

"I'm so grateful for you, Yn. For him. For everything." Namjoon said as he kissed your head softly. Your heart swelled with emotion at his words, your eyes shining with unshed tears as you reached out to take his hand in yours.

"And I'm grateful for you, Namjoon. For giving us a second chance, for never giving up on us." Your voice shook a little and he kissed you softly.

In that moment, as you sat together in the warmth of your shared love, you knew that they had found something truly special—a love that had weathered the storms of doubt and uncertainty, emerging stronger and more resilient than ever before.

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[lucytsukii]

Jupiter, the Hermit - 1/???

Name: Jupiter.

Nickname: JP.

Age: Born in the middle of the Delta Era Extroyd.

Birthday: March 4th.

Status: Single.

Acquired Status: Hermit.

Species: Shapeshifter, "God".

Position: Symbol of Intelligence.

"Unique" Power: "Feedback" and "Entertainment".

Humanity Scale: 12/20.

Family: Stellon.

Family Relationship: Luciel [Father]; Maryl [Mother].

Lore:

Jupiter is Luciel's fifth son, currently considered Luciel's prodigy son, due to his unparalleled intelligence and sharp speech. But it wasn't always like this. When he was little, he was considered the weakest son. So how could a son of Meryl (the first shapeshifter), the god of life, not be able to transform?

In his childhood, he was very withdrawn because of the high demand that the other gods expected of him, being a son of Luciel and Meryl. He was shy and stuttered as a child, with little to turn to other than his mother. Frustrated for not knowing a unique power like his brothers, he locked himself in the archive room of Mack, his "new uncle." There, he obtained not only knowledge about the Eternal Plane, but also about the Plane of Conflict (currently known as the Plane of Mortals).

After years under Mack's care, he was finally convinced to return to the council hall, but something was different. Jupiter had awakened his unique power, which Luciel named "Feedback." His power, "Feedback", when activated, received knowledge from the people around him, so they realized, he was a shapeshifter, but not in a physical way, but in knowledge.

Jupiter became the symbol of knowledge, the only son who studied another unique power of his father and managed to use it, Lucy's unique power, "Entertainment", such magic he learned by watching his sister learning to use it and using "feedback" to copy her progress. Knowing how powerful magic is, it makes him angry to see her use it so relaxed and effortless and to be much stronger than him using it, this is the reason he always fights with Lucy.

He is a controlled and rational person, except when the subject is Lucy, who he seems to turn into an impertinent child.

Currently, Jupiter, when he is not on a mission with his brothers to explore new universes on the collision course with Extroyd, spends his days as a hermit in the Plane of Mortals, teaching and blessing those who catch his attention with his blessing, his Flame of Knowledge. Jupiter spent a long time being raised by Mack, the symbol of humanity and mortals. With what he learned, he finds these races interesting, which is why he is relatively close to them.

[thesaintofpatience]

NOW COMPLETE!

Because I am of unsound mind, I've skimmed through HtN through the satirical and wildly unreliable eyes of our friend Augustine. Please find within:

Fifth House snobbery re the Third House and its efforts

Intense, codependent and psychologically unhealthy relationships with not one! not two! but (at least) three denizens of the Mithraeum

Just astonishing amounts of ennui

A simply unnecessary number of footnotes that add to neither plot nor characterisation but do vastly add to my enjoyment

In summation: pls <3

[mywildwritings]

By request. If We Had Stayed (Xaden POV).

A one shot from The Art of Healing. Xaden's POV prior to, during and after their reunion on the cliff side in front of the abandoned house in Deverelli.

I leave Violet in the shared room in the duke's palace on the Deverelli beach front. We argued last night - again - and it’s exhausting. Gravity pulls me towards the abandoned house on the cliff side. I didn’t visit it the last time we where here. Guilt and grief to raw of an emotion. I left Alice in Basgiath with the notion I would be coming back to our island with Violet. I left her behind again. Denial and self preservation kept me away. How could I look at all the work I have put in to the house when Alice is alive and in Basgiath. She doesn’t even know I bought the gods damn place for her. It is another one of my secrets I have kept tucked away from prying eyes.

She is here on the island with me now and I find it impossible to drag my eyes away from her. The prince has brought her here under the guise of their dragons and he keeps a tight leash on her. I have been distant and cold with Violet and it’s not fair. Duty and need tear me apart at the seams. Alice is free here in a way she will never be back on the continent. She is the sun and I spin on her axis. I am drawn to her time and time again and my restraint is fraying dangerously at the edges.

I traverse the rocky outcrop to the house so I can see it again. From the outside is still looks abandoned but I know the inside has been transformed. The kitchen has been restored, the master suite has been painted and redecorated. Soon it will become the home we dreamed about. For the longest time I have imagined living here on my own and now hope and fear take up residence in my chest cavity. Alice is alive. She is here on the island. I wonder if she remembers our life here as fondly as I do.

There is a horse tied up under a tree on the front lawn and I furrow my eyebrows. It’s a calm mare who nibbles on grass in the morning sun. I run my hand over her mane and whisper a hello. The house is empty but I think I know - I feel something inside me - a ribbon that flutters in the other direction on the soft sea breeze. I’m drawn to the edge of the cliff. My feet find their way down the winding path and I squeeze through a narrow clearing between heather and gorse.

Alice is siting on the grass. I startle at the sight of her but I think my soul knew she was here. It called to her. The string between us pulling taunt. She has her knee’s drawn up and her eyes are on the horizon. The rising sun glimmers in her hair and it shines like gold. She looks otherworldly. I don’t want to break the spell. This is a dream. We are two shooting stars on a collision course.

Her blue sea foam eyes meet mine and I sit down next to her on the grass wordlessly. I stretch my legs out in front of me and join her in her observation of the great expanse. The sea dips on the horizon and shimmers pink. Silence is comfortable with Alice in a way it has never been with anyone else. My body instantly relaxes. It feel’s safe. A feeling that has become foreign to me in the time we have been apart.

I remember the last moments we spent with each other on the beach - the promise I made her - and a familiar feeling of guilt etches a path down my spine. I let her down. Our distance is my fault. I should have come for her earlier. She thought I had forgotten about her when she’s the only thing in existence I have always had on my mind.

“I should have known I’d find you here,” I finally mutter. I pull my knee’s up and lean my elbows on them. I try to protect myself from her feelings. I’ve taken assassination attempts, brutal hand to hand combat and almost died more times than I can count, but none of it hurts as much as her pain does. I feel the need to protect myself from her.

“It’s strange how different things have turned out since we were last here - everything we talked about - it’s gone.” Her eyes trail the curve of the relic up my neck and then across my face. I catch my breath at the intensity. I wonder what she see’s and if she can tell I am still the boy she knew, irreparable damaged by years of survival.

When I finally turn to her she looks away. “I don’t think it will ever be gone Alice,” I murmur. My hands busy themselves in an effort not to reach out for her. They pick at the grass between us. “I meant what I said. When the time was right I would have broke my fathers alliance with Poromiel and the betrothal, for you.”

My heart clenches tightly as I voice my truth. I am not an honest man. I keep secrets. I lie. I will do anything to protect the people I love. But Alice brings out the good in me. I can only ever be honest with her and it is both a blessing and a curse. It makes me feel vulnerable and I have learned the hard way vulnerability is a weakness.

She runs a hand through her hair nervously and I take the time to drink her in. Her skin has darkened to the olive hue I recognise all to well and sweat beads her hairline. “We were foolish,” she responds quickly - still avoiding my gaze. She leans back on her hands and closes her eyes. Her hair tips back and it shimmers in the sunlight. My fingers twitch. I long to run my hand through the strands and pull her to me. “We were children and none of it matters any more.”

“I was in love with you - as much as a boy can love a girl anyway.” I confess. The words burst from me before I have a chance to consider them. She’s right. We were young and childish but my feelings for her were real. I had no doubt in my mind. I was going to marry her. It was only ever going to be her and the pull is still there. It is magnetic. We are tied to each other regardless of our wants or needs for others.

“We can’t help what the world made us I suppose,” she answers cryptically. She is a fucking enigma to me. Her eyes are still closed and I take the time to trail my eyes down the curve of her neck to the hemline of her dress where a bead of sweat slides over the dip between her breasts. I have the urge to lean forward and lick it. I twitch awake. Fuck.

“How much do you think the vow and the mating bond has influenced your love for Violet?” she asks and it’s enough to ruin my mood. I inhale sharply at the question. My hand curls in the grass between us. She’s an observant nuisance. It is a question I have considered over and over again. I was and I am attracted to Violet - there is no question about it - but there is no denying the emotional and physical connection between our dragons has blurred the line.

I sigh and drop my body back against the grass, covering my face with my arms so I can block out the sun. There is no right answer and I’m not sure it’s even relevant. What Violet and I have does not hold a candle to how I feel about Alice. She’s one of the only people still alive who knew me before my father was killed and my home burned to the ground. She knows me better than I know myself and perhaps I secretly hope she will guide me back to the person I used to be. “I ask myself that question each and every single day.”

“Do you think if we found each other earlier things would be different?” she asks quietly. Yes. If we found each other earlier everything would be wildly different. There would be no Violet. No Aaric. She wouldn’t have felt the need to join the Rider’s Quadrant and perhaps I wouldn’t have been so hell bent on destroying myself. She would have given me something to live for.

“I always promised myself Alice -” I respond. “- if I ever found you I’d never let you slip through my fingers again.” Perhaps it’s the reason I can’t stay away from her. The reason I find myself in the infirmary visiting her time and time again. The reason I ask her to help me and the reason I am here now on the cliff side beside her.

She opens her eyes to look at me. Stormy blue meets molten gold. I can’t help it. My resolve shatters. I trace the curve of body to her exposed thighs. She’s pulled up the dress to expose them to the sun and I am desperate to run my fingers over the soft skin - to pull them apart - and run my lips across the freckles.

“Stop looking at my like that,” she grizzles. I don’t need my signet to know she feels the same way I do. A fire rages in her eyes. I smirk and she falls back into the grass beside me in denial.

“Alice -” I purr turning my head to look at her. My hands betray me. I use the tip of one of my fingers to push a strand of hair out of her eyes. Her sweet breath is warm on my lips and my other hand - the one between us - strokes the exposed skin of her thigh. It is warm and inviting and I can feel my restraint fraying. “- If I ever get my hands on you the things I will do to you will put us both to shame.”

I mean it. I have some very special - very dirty - things I want to do to her. I should feel guilty for my traitorous thoughts and I do. But I have never been able to help myself when it comes to Alice. She has always been my downfall. She is the sacrifice I will never be able to make. The moment this becomes more than longing I will seize her with both hands and never let her go. I’ll happily fuck each and every single one of the consequences if he makes her mine.

‘I can’t believe it’s still standing,” she finally says in an attempt to lighten the mood and ease the sexual tension that simmers between us. I tilt my head to look at the house and then look at her again. Fuck the house. I have no interested in looking at the house when she is here beside me. Her cheeks are a soft red and I lick my lips. I did that. She’s blushing because she’s not used to my attention.

“I wonder if the skeleton of the cat is still hidden under the bed,” I grin and she makes a fake choking noise. She pretends to be sick at the thought and it’s adorable. “Or the blood stain from where you cracked your lip open on the kitchen worktop.”

I grab her chin in my hand softly and run my thumb over her bottom lip and the thin scar that resides there. Her lip is soft and wet and I can feel her breath on my face. My resolve almost breaks. I am desperate to lean forward and kiss her. I want to know what she tastes like. It’s a special kind of torture having her back - knowing how she feels about me - but not being able to do anything about it. I drop her chin and turn away.

“Or the broken bathroom window from the time you punched through it because the kid from the temple tried to kiss me.” I roll my eyes and laugh at the memory. The little prick followed her around all weekend and she let him. It was disgusting. He deserved it. “Or the time we danced out here on the lawn because my mother wouldn’t let me go to the stupid party,” she say with a soft smile. “So you put a flower in my hair and danced with me until the sun went down -”

“- you mean until you stood on a bee.” Her laughter fills the air around us and she curls her hands in the grass above her head in delight. I remember it well. It was the first time I knew when we grew up I’d marry her. “I never heard the end of it from your mother - I thought she was going to ban me from seeing you.”

Alice rises from the grass and looks down at me with a playful smile on her dangerous delectable lips. I’m suddenly terrified of her. The light in her eyes dances and I remember her now. The girl she was before the world tore her down and broke her apart. I grin. Memories from a life time ago become my new present and I let them consume me. I let them rewind time for a moment.

She holds her hand out to me and grins. “What are you doing?” I ask cautiously. She pulls me up so we are standing next to each other and holds her arms out to me. I step closer to her. I am under her spell. I’ll happily let her curse me if it means I get to spend these precious moments with her.

“One last dance?” she beams. I don’t stop to think. Instead I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her to me. Her body is warm and compliant and I wonder what she would do if I push down the shoulder of her dress and kiss the sun kissed skin of her collarbone. Instead I take her hand in my own and we begin to dance.

I take the lead and we spin around the cliff top - I lift her arm and she twirls under it. Her hair whips into the air like sunbeams and she is an angel. She is something from my wildest dreams. I take both her hands and pull her towards me until she falls into my body. My hands find her lower back and I breath her in. She smells of chamomile and lemon. For a moment the world around us falls away and it is just us and our feelings for each other. It is so simple.

My cheek drops to her hair and I hold her to me as we move. I cherish the curve of her body in my hands and the way her hair tickles my lips. I memorise the smell of her and the way her breathing steadies as we sway back and forth. This is happiness. This is walking through an open door into a life I want.

I loathe the thought of letting her go but the moment draws to an end and I dip her playfully. Her body falls into my hand and I pick her up and spin her around and around and around until we collapse into a heap on the grass. Our laughter and joy fills the air. For a moment I am free. For a moment life tastes sweet. We are home again and this is where I want to stay. This is where I belong.

The thought fills me with hope and then dread. The weight of burden drags me down into a pit of despair. How cruel. To give me her and then take her from me. To bring her back and not allow her to be mine. I look at her one last time as she laughs beside me in the grass and I commit her to memory before she is stolen from me once again.

I am forced to leave her and return to reality. Violet is awake but showering when I return and I am grateful. I have been distant and unpredictable and it’s not fair on her. We have tried to salvage our relationship - to work through the mistrust and the insecurities - but it has been futile. It all became futile when Alice returned. It makes me feel sick. The thought of hurting Violet. It is time we speak about this. It is time we are honest with each other.

I shower after Violet and then we make our way to the beach as the dragons land. We travel to Unnbriel next and who knows what we will be greeted with when we arrive. They will likely test us. I am ready. Unbridled rage coils inside of me. I need to release some of this tension before it tears me apart.

Alice eventually joins us and the moment I look at her I know with certainty I have enough anger to rip Unnbriel’s strongest warrior to death. Her cheeks redden as I lean towards her. “Did you go back and have sex,” I ask through gritted teeth. My fingers graze the ties of her corset which are still hanging open. Her hair is messy and her lips are swollen. Her skin is flushed and red marks litter her neck and collarbone.

I suddenly feel possessive. How dare another man touch her. How dare the prince taste her. She doesn’t belong to me but still I feel wronged. I’m jealous. I’m seething in jealousy at the thought and then I meet her worried gaze and I know. I remember how her breath hitched when my thumb stroked her lip and the flush of her skin when I touched her thigh. She fucked him to forget me. It’s the only answer I’ll consider. I’m delusional.

“Is there a plural for sex -” Aaric asks arriving at her side. He’s dressed but his hair is dishevelled and I swear to god I’ll break him. I don’t care if he’s a prince. I’ll kill him the same way I killed his brother. “By my count I had her screaming my name three times. The first with my fingers, the second my tongue and the third-”

Alice lunges for him. Her hand stops him from finishing his sentence. The words bite. They hit their mark. He’s a fucking amateur. So methodical and boring. If only she’d let me show her the dizzying heights I can take her to. I’ll have her screaming my name for the rest of eternity. All I need is twenty minutes and she’ll never look at another man again.

“Aaric,” she chastises him. He is grinning like an arrogant prick when she pulls back and he look directly at me. It’s a challenge and a warning. I tense my jaw to stop myself from lashing out. The prince needs to be put in his place. He’s a boy playing a man’s game.

“Tell me, what name was she screaming. The fake one or the prince we could do without?” Fuck. I can’t help it. I rise to the bait and Alice looks at me like I’ve betrayed her. She doesn’t want us to fight over her. Tough shit. He started this and I’ll finish it. He doesn’t know what beast he’s unleashed within me.

“If you want to know what she sounds like when she -” he begins to respond and I swear to god if he finishes his sentence I’ll knock him out and we’ll leave him here to die. I don’t care if he’s a prince or a fucking god. He doesn’t deserve her.

“Everything okay?” Violet asks crossing the sand to join us and I tense. We haven’t spoken yet. I swallow. This can’t happen right now. It’s all wrong.

“I was just telling Riorson if he’s so interested in Alice’s se -” Aaric begins to say. He has a death wish. I wonder what the fuck she likes about this asshole. He’s an arrogant prick and he disgusts me.

“Enough,” I cut him off. My voice a threat of violence as I step towards Violet. My hand lands on her lower back protectively. She’s off limits. He can mess with me all he wants but don’t bring her into it. She’s collateral in all of this and she doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserve the secrets I have kept and she is going to hate me when I tell her. “I get the point Graycastle.”

[askvectorprime]

Dear Vector Prime,

As I’m sure you’re aware, there are universes where the Ark and the Nemesis are Transformers themselves. Has there ever been a case of… forbidden love between the two ships?

Dear Ship Shipper,

In Maximal legend, it is said that long ago, their ancestors created an immense Ark, to carry their people to safe haven on an alien world. Their hated enemies, whose descendants would one day become the Predacons, gave chase in their own vessel, forged to be her equal, her Nemesis.

For her robot mode, they gave this Nemesis vicious talons, capable of raking through layers of hull plating, to expose the crew to the cold night. They molded her with a sleek and arrowlike profile, to be near-invisible in pursuit. They loaded her with artillery, until her every deck bristled with cannons and torpedoes, a single broadside enough to atomize any warship. And they installed a powerful tractor beam, which locked the Ark in a death grip as their warriors boarded, fighting their way to the bridge to send the vessel on a collision course with the planet below. But when this task was done, and they returned to their own ship, they found that this tractor beam would not release its hold.

For all their wicked designs, they made a single miscalculation: as to power her engines, the energy source they chose was none other than the Heart of Cybertron. From this unique and enigmatic artifact, there came the concept of a self. In giving the ship life, they had given her feeling. But was her refusal to deactivate the tractor beam borne of hatred for her creators, for all their cruelty, a desire to see them burnt up and buried? Or was it an act of love, for her counterpart, whom upon meeting, she felt she could not bear to live without?

That is the quandary the Maximals are left with: to call into question the fundamental nature of the foe, and what truly lies in their Heart. Even with my unique ability to step into history, and see the ships as they fall, as they crash, as they lie dormant, as they reawaken, and as they take to the stars once more... I have no especial insight I can offer as to how these beings, greater than any one of us, truly felt about each other.

[silentiaray]

The Last Teleport - Part 23

Masterpost

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"The Last Teleport" is a tragedy about the collision of two worlds: the world of the "strong," whose lives from the moment of their inception represent an unending struggle for their place in the sun, and the world of the "weak," who grew like pampered flowers under the care of a nurturing gardener, and at a fateful moment found themselves unprepared for the level of aggression and cynicism directed at them, thus signing their own death warrant. Is it really true that such things happen in accordance with the laws of nature, and that there is nothing to be done about it?

The plot of the comic reflects my despair and fear that this curse will be forever with humanity. That at the moment when their technologies become advanced enough for space travel, they will carry not the light of knowledge to distant stars, but will once again follow a painfully familiar script: violence and the transformation of local populations into powerless cattle to be conveniently milked.

Of course, among humans, there are many who are capable of empathy and desire only a peaceful life; perhaps they even constitute the majority. But alas, human history clearly shows that the most significant decisions are made not by them.

[formulawhatthefuckk]

Title: You Make Me Feel It

AO3 Author: landosburneraccount

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr./Lando Norris

Summary:

“Could you try to mind where you’re going?” Lando snapped as he stepped back from the man. Of course he was partially to blame for this little collision, but he had the excuse of having a terrible day, right? At least he wasn’t carrying coffee.

“Not gonna apologise or-” Lando began to add before he locked eyes with what was perhaps the most handsome man he’d ever seen. A man whose large brown eyes were wide with what could only be described as the fear of a prey animal being hunted for sport.

Tags: Driver Carlos Sainz Jr, student Lando Norris, Strangers to Lovers, Falling In Love, Internalized Homophobia, they’re so gone for eachother, angst with an ending, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, comedic relief in the form of george and Alex, and they were roommates, love at first sight kinda (even though I hate that trope), AU- Not Racing Drivers (Formula 1 RPF)

Chapters: 4/?

Words: 10k (in progress, regular updates)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60979363

[v-writes]

Unexpected Help

Phic Phight 2025

Prompt: Danielle needs a place to crash and recover from Vlad’s latest attempt to turn her into goop and finds refuge with someone (human or ghost!) completely unexpected

Prompt by: @spacemomnephmoreau

Word Count: 3517

Read on Ao3

"Shit, shit, shit."

Danielle was crashing.

Denial about the fact, white lies she could tell herself about flying low to make herself less of a target, using the cityscape as cover, squashed as she blinked, and upon opening her eyes no longer saw the horizon in the distance but the ground, raising up to meet her as she rapidly lost altitude.

And then abruptly Danielle had crashed.

Impact rough, her destabilizing form refusing her attempts to brace for the collision she leaves a burning gash in the city park. Ignoring the burn in her arms, in her everything, Danielle props herself on one elbow, her knees collapse under her when she tries to stand, but she forces herself to move, crawling away from the glaring target that is the crater she was in.

Flying was out of the picture apparently.

She needed to get to Danny, needed to find cover, starts for the nearby pavilion, she needs to - fuck she was tired.

Vlad may have misjudged her ability to control her destabilizing form, allowing her to slip her binding, but she had misjudged how useful that would be if she couldn't get to Danny.

She feels her ghost sense rise in her chest, swallowing around it she forces a burst of speed and shoves herself under a playground structure hoping the shift of the pebble ground will cover any ecto she is dripping, while the climbing gym hides her from the air.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Danielle if you're longing for some Father/Daughter bonding you could have just said so, no need to make things difficult."

Why couldn't Vlad just leave her alone?

She tracks Vlad's movements as best she can while staying hidden herself, studying the graffiti above her head and littering the underside of the climbing ramp in a desperate bid not to panic, to not make any noise, her eyes lock onto a familiar logo, flaming 'D' with a break in the bottom, creating a 'P' in the negative space.

She sees the reflection of the flash from a transformation, and the itch in her ghost sense allowing her some idea of where her creator was vanished.

Straining to hear anything from a man as silent as the dead Danielle does not startle when a new voice calls out, but it's a near thing.

"Mayor Masters! Hello! What are you doing out here?"

"I'm on an evening walk young man, what are you doing out this late?"

"Free throw practice, sir, basketball season is starting soon."

"Of course, go ravens, might I suggest you call your practice early? I think there is a ghost in this area?"

"Oh that crash mark? That's from a fight from yesterday, your clean up program assessed it earlier, there's no damage to any of the piping stuff underground so it's not going to be fixed until Monday."

"Are you sure? It looks rather recent."

"I don't know man, ectoplasm makes shit act weird, but it was here when I got here and I've been here most of the afternoon. I'm just glad the programs you put in place are helping amity so much in the wake of all these ghost attacks."

"I'm so glad to see our young people so well apprised of the civil service programs, I certainly hope that support translates to your vote in a few years."

"I mean, who is going to run against you and be worth voting for? Jack Fenton?" The eyeroll is almost audible from where Dani is hiding. "I'll leave the park if a ghost does show up, but avoiding ghosts is the entire reason I'm practicing here and not at the school with most of the team, I do not understand most of the teams obsession with Phantom, and with him hanging out above the school he is sure to attract ghost trouble eventually."

"Above the school you say? I'll go contact some people, we can have clean up crews ready for assessment and reconstruction should he turn violent, or if any fight should breakout if another trouble making ghost find him."

"Thank you for all your hard work, Mayor Masters."

She didn't recognize the voice, or know why he had redirected the fucking fruitloop, there's no way anybody practicing in the park wouldn't know her crash was recent, but he had sent Vlad straight to Danny. Danny could handle him, right? Vlad wasn't trying to kill him, and if Vlad made it clear what, who, he was looking then Danny would know to look for her, so now she just had to hold out for him to find her first. If she could just close her eyes for a moment, catch her breath before finding Danny herself, she could manage. Why didn't she bother to learn the layout of Amity Park better? It wasn't a problem from the air, the ghost eye view meant she could see all of the landmarks easily, it wasn't like FentonWorks was hard to find, but even if flying were in option it'd be a bad idea with Vlad and his stupid vultures flying around.

"Hey do you need help?"

Dani froze.

The stranger did not go away.

"Look if you're weak enough to crash without a fight I don't think you used invisibility to sneak away while I was talking to Plasmius, but he flew away already, the coast is clear."

"You know Vlad Masters is Plasmius?"

He scoffs, "Yeah, his and Phantom's secret IDs kinda hinge on the fact that no one would assume someone alive is a ghost. If you're willing to look past that they're really not that sneaky."

"Why did you send him away if you knew he was looking for me?"

He sighs, "well I guess it seemed like the right thing to do, and I mean, it's not like I've done anything too dangerous yet, you really didn't damage any of the infrastructure, and he is real easy to lie to if you flatter his ego." Crouching more of him comes into view, unimpressed green eyes assess her goopy form. "But I've got a feeling the part about not doing anything too dangerous is about to change. Do you need- What do you need me to do to help?"

"I need medical attention."

"Yeah I kinda figured. Don't imagine I can take you to an urgent care though."

"No. I- Danny- I need my cousin. But you just sent Vlad to him and I'm in no state to join a fight, so I need to hide until they're done, Danny will look for me after he and Vlad fight, and he'll know what to do."

"Cousin is the story the two of you went with? Does Fenton even have living cousins or are you just cashing in on the family resemblance?"

"What does that matter when I'm known as Phantom's family, not Fenton's? Is that really what you're stuck on?"

"Right, not the priority, I've got some good news then," he offers her a hand, Dani takes it tentatively and he helps her out of her hiding spot, "I don't know where Danny is."

Dani stumbles as she rights herself, falling hard into her good Samaritan, who supports her easily despite his lanky form. "You, what?" She asks, question ending up more directed at his side and arm than face.

"I lied to Plasmius. Told you, flatter his ego and there's nothing easier, but then he may question you more than he does me. But that does mean he'll be back sooner than you're expecting, we've got to get you to cover, I don't think he'll believe me again, not with your uh, blood on me."

Was she getting blood on him? Blinking her eyes into focus she sees that, yup, small drops now, but growing as she leans on him. "Sorry."

He scoffs in response, guiding her away from the playground, "don't mention it, hey I don't know how long it'll take him to figure out there's no one at the school, can I carry you? I think it'll be faster…"

She nods, he turns away from her, crouching down he lays her against his back, picking her up in a piggy back, and he walks much faster than she could have kept up with through the park.

Danielle has the disconnected realization that it's her first piggy back ride. Instead of thinking about that, her 'childhood' with Vlad, or sporadic time with Danny she points out, "you've definitely got my blood on you now."

"If you can keep it on me and not the ground where it'll leave a trail that'd be great."

Her laugh startles her, but his deadpan attitude reminded her of Danny, and she clutches his shoulders tightly. "Where are we going?"

"Grounds-keeper's storage shed."

"What?"

"Well I took the bus here, so I don't have a fast way to get you out of the park, but you said Danny will be looking for you?"

"Of course he will!"

"Woah hey, I didn't mean to doubt you, I'm just not trying to get you away, there's no point, just better hidden to wait for him. I don't know your history with Masters, but I don't think I liked his tone when he was looking for you."

Dani doesn't respond.

"Right, well, do me a favor?" Dani tenses, tries not to knowing he would be able to feel it, wondering what he would ask for, Danny would help her if she ended up owing him a favor but- "pretend you didn't see this." He approaches the storage shed from the side, opening the cover on a lockbox built into the wall, inputting a code and taking a key out of the box.

Dani snickered, "I have intangibility, when I'm not dying I won't need a key."

"Well lucky you, I've got the key code from my summer job helping out, and I'd like for them to not feel the need to change the code."

The shed is dusty, motes hanging in the air that leave Dani thankful she doesn't need to breath as a ghost. He sets her on a folding chair, set up by a rickety desk, surrounded by lawn care tools and supplies she has no name for, Vlad thought that stuff was beneath him, and she didn't need to know this stuff to imitate Danny.

"Do you know one of team Phantom's phone number?"

"What"

"Danny's number? Jazz's? Sam or Tucker? Look I don't have any of their numbers, but here." He hands her his phone after messing with it. "I just turned off the password. Say you snatched it from my backpack while I was playing basketball, Danny or whoever feels like lying can give it back to me at school, 'I must have dropped it somewhere' or he can use intangibility to hide it in my locker, or something."

She stares at the blank phone in her hand before looking back to the teen.

"Who even are you?" It's a question she should have asked earlier. Probably would have if she had more experience with people.

"Wes. Says so on the homescreen, along with a 'please contact if found' note with my brother's number and my email. Figure with the ghosts attacks lowering the normal crime rate, most times I'll lose my phone are when I've misplaced it, so being able to know whose it is will make it easier to get back."

"I guess?"

"It's the only reason I've got enough plausible deniability for this to work, so say that with more confidence yeah?"

She smiles, as Wes digs through a storage container, swapping his stained shirt for a practice jersey, "not going to ask me my name too?"

Wes tenses, turned away from her. Sighing, he turns around slowly. "If it's all the same I'd like as much plausible deniability as we can manage, I don't really want to be involved in all the ghost business. Besides, I heard Plasmius call you Danielle when he caught up to you in the park."

"Oh, right. Well, I prefer Dani? With an 'i'?"

"With an 'i'. Gotcha."

Turning back to the phone in her hands, Dani turns the screen on, seeing the message on the home page for herself. "Wait, Wes Weston? Aren't you the guy who keeps trying to out Danny as Phantom?"

"Really? That's the reputation that precedes me?" Voice rising in incredulity Wes begins pacing the small space, "not that I distract Mr Lancer when he needs to leave, or did almost the entirety of our geography project by myself, noooooo I'm just the conspiracy therapist who can't keep his mouth shut. You know Danny is really lucky that people aren't going to look at a ghost and try and guess his living alter ego. I'm the reason there are theories that Phantom is Fenton's dead uncle! Did team phantom think to spread a rumor that not only ties into the Fenton parents obsession, explains the resemblance, and helps with the secret identity! No! It was me! I-"

Wes cuts himself off, catching sight of Dani's smile, eyes full of mischief and voice full of teasing, "oh now you sound like the stories I've heard, I can almost see the conspiracy board behind you, newspaper clippings and red strings and all."

"…It's green string."

"What?"

"It fits the aesthetic better! Actually, I don't need to explain myself to you, I'm helping you."

"And thank you for that. But, can I ask for an explanation? If you're trying to help why tell people that Danny is phantom? Isn't that still a risk?"

For a moment Wes looks defensive, and Dani thinks he won't answer her, but he cracks under her puppy eyes just like Danny would, patheticness helped by her sorry state.

He sighs, full body and resigned. "You know, Danny doesn't know this, but my parents also moved to Amity for it's weirdness, like his did. But instead of 'ectoscience' they are more… spiritual. Did a whole bunch of charts and readings when my brother and I were born and everything. Real believing that gut feelings are messages from the universe and all that type of people. Didn't give it much weight myself until we became ghost central, but my parents have always made a big deal that if I had been born a girl, they would have named me Cassandra."

Dani stares uncomprehending for a long moment, then all at once she is overcome with laughter, "the prophet who was cursed by Apollo to never be believed?"

"That's the bitch. I'll admit it was a bit of a risk leaning into that, but like. I mean it's working. His mom gave me a whole lecture about the appropriateness of school gossip a couple weeks ago sooo."

"Mrs Fenton gave you a lecture about the rumour?" Dani leans forward, giddiness evaporating as she overbalances, nearly falling out of the chair before Wes catches her.

"Kid-"

"Don't call me kid."

"Alright 'with an i', a chance to calm down seems to have helped, but you need to call Danny. Text if you think he won't answer an unknown number, and I need to get out of here."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? 'With an i', you're literally coming apart in gooey pieces, I've got bits of you staining my shirt again-"

"No. Why leave? You helped me, you're smart, good with people, and-"

"And what the hell am I going to do if Plasmius decides to target me? Right now I'm just a kid with bad information, I doubt he even knows my name. How well do you really think I'd be able to handle getting swept up with Phantom? I will do what I can to help. Please don't ask me for more than that."

They hold eye contact, and Dani believes with every part of her, even the parts she has left on the park and on Wes, that if she asked him to, he would stay. She wouldn't have to be alone while she waited for Danny.

She wants to take advantage of that. Feels the urge to put all of the pleading and tears she can muster into a desperate 'stay?'

She doesn't.

Swiping to the keypad she inputs the number Danny had drilled her on, more memorized pattern than phone number. She doesn't look at Wes as she says, "if you want your plausible deniability you should leave now."

Danny picks up after three rings, a tired "hello?" Coming through the phone.

"Danny? It's me, your cousin?"

"Dani? What's up? What number are you calling from?"

Wes' hand lands on her head, she looks up startled as he ruffles her hair, he mouths 'good luck' before leaving, locking the door behind him.

"Dani? Dani are you there? Shit if you can hear me don't hang up, I can have Tucker track the call-"

"I'm fine. I mean I'm not fine, I need help. But I'm here. Vlad he, I'm in the park, hiding in a grounds-keepers shed. Stole the phone from someone playing basketball."

"I'm on my way, just-"

"Stay on the phone." Dani finishes with him. "You too."

~~~

The tardy bell rings.

Wes doesn't even pretend to be rushing, haven given up being on time when his brother 'forgot' to wake him as well this morning, despite Wes having made a point to ask last night, knowing he wouldn't have his phone as an alarm, but he couldn't explain that and now Coach Tetslaff would have him running laps for the next week for missing morning practice. But it's whatever.

"Hey Wes!"

Or it was whatever.

Should be whatever.

Wes takes a deep breath and braces himself as he closes his locker, "Fenton. Aren't you late for class?"

Danny scoffs, "I think you mean we're late for class. But I found something of yours on a walk last night." He holds out Wes' phone.

The exact lie he had told Dani to tell them to use, how unoriginal. Wes had kinda hoped Phantom would ignore that and use ghost powers to sneak it into his locker or backpack. Would have avoided whatever conversation Fenton looks like he wants to have.

"Oh thanks," Wes takes his phone, notes the full charge, and hopes Tucker didn't do anything weird to it, "I had assumed I'd left it in the Athletics locker room after practice, thanks for giving it back."

Fenton blinks at him blankly, oh come on dude it can't be that surprising that I lied, you are also lying, we are lying together, play along.

When Fenton doesn't say anything, Wes says, not at all awkwardly, "well. We're late for Geometry. So."

Fenton begins walking alongside him, and oh why did they need to be going to the same class, and finally speaks, "about that. I was actually wondering if you've got a partner for the egg drop project coming up?"

"Aren't you just going to make your little triumvirate with Sam and Tucker?"

"We could, but Mr. Warner says he would prefer pairs, and I think it'll be easy, so if you don't already have a partner?"

"Easy? If the egg breaks when we drop it it's an automatic fail on the project!"

"And if it doesn't it's an automatic 100, I know. And I think it'll be easy." It clicks for Wes as Danny continues, "but then there's an odd number of people in the class, Sam, Tuck, and I could probably get dibs on being the group of three-" The Fentons are a family of engineers.

"Deal. Yes. Do we need to strategize? Make blueprints?"

"Dude. You're overthinking it. We're just gonna hot glue a fuck ton of toothpicks into little 'x's and then combine them."

"And that will work?!"

Danny rolls his eyes. "Yes, it'll work. It's more of a physics project than a geometry project, really."

"We're not supposed to take physics until junior year?!"

Danny shrugs, "I don't know man, I think Mr Warner just wants something easy to grade for a project. But it's not like it's a trick question, it's just like, the crumple zones in cars? We're doing that with toothpicks for the egg."

Danny explains more in depth on their way to class, clearly understanding the topic but not explaining succinctly, when Wes is struck by another realization.

Oh God.

Wes is going to get dragged into Team Phantom.

This is exactly what he was trying to avoid.

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Checking it without thinking he sees a contact he knows he did not make.

With an I: an offering for the oracle =P

A moment later a picture follows the text, Wes recognizes the desk in the grounds-keeper's storage shed, placed on the center of the desk is a large zip lock bag presumably filled with the legend of every Amity Park bake sale, Fenton Family Fudge. Sharpie swirls and stars decorate the bag, surrounding a label that reads Wes W.

Wes smiles, and decides to ignore all signs, and not speak into existence his 'theory'.

Hate to trigger Cassandra's Curse after all.

[rawmeknockout]

Hi! Can I get poly TFA Jettwins x human!reader? Just some general SFW headcanons, how it happened/affection/etc. (bonus points if reader verbally beats sentinel's ass because he gave their boys shit about dating an organic and they made fun of him cause he's bitchless) sorry if this breaks any rules/is too complex, have a nice day/night!

01 + Jetstorm for sure found you first, he has more game than Jetfire. He was zipping around the city, hot on the tail of Blitzwing. It was a bit too fortunate that no humans were in the way of danger, but that came to an end when Blitzwing zoomed past you just barely missing you with a wing. Jetstorm, moving too fast to stop or swerve, had no choice but to transform and lift you into his arms to avoid a collision. Good news, he was gentle when plucking you up and it wasn’t so bad of a takeoff for you. Bad news, he’s got an armful of a very cute squishy and the pounding of his spark isn’t due to the adrenaline of the chase. 😔

02 + Blitzwing gets away. Jetstorm hardly gets to introduce himself before he’s getting reprimanded by Sentinel through the comms. As much as he wants to stay and chat you up, much to the bewilderment of Jetfire, they have to return to base. He’s a pretty melancholy and distracted mech after that. It doesn't take long for his brother to catch on. You linger in his thoughts long after the scolding he gets from Sentinel.

03 + How fortuitous that he runs into you while patrolling! He's hard to understand with his thick accent and way of jumbling words, but the two of you are giggling and chatting each other up in such an embarrassing display of puppy love. Jetfire doesn't get it. Jetstorm is totally ignoring him and hasn't even introduced him yet! He's instantly miffed and put-off. From that moment, you start to monopolize Jetstorm's thoughts and time. It wouldn't be a problem, he's a diligent and obedient soldier, but Jetfire doesn't like that you've seemed to weasel you're way between them so quickly.

04 + Safe to say Jetfire doesn't exactly like you. He starts to resent you and hold every interaction against you. Of course, this is more passive aggressive and he tries to tone it down when Jetstorm is around because he knows it will only devolve into a fight between them. He just doesn't get it! How could one organic come between them so quickly! Any solo interactions with you are cold and filled with snippy, short remarks. It's hard to get anything from him other than he just generally dislikes your presence, which is weird because Jetstorm describes his brother as fun-loving and friendly.

05 + Bringing this up with Jetstorm doesn't result in much, because Jetfire just brushes off his brothers concerns and dismisses that anything is wrong or that he even treated you coldly. He just doesn't like organics okay? Sentinel says they spew acid or whatever. Of course, it's a weak defense and it only makes Jetstorm pry harder.

06 + That is, until Jetfire needs your help. It's not really that he could lean on you in a hard time, but he got to see a side of you that he wasn't privy to (which was his own fault). It's after a rather rough battle with the Earth-based maintenance crew. Even Optimus is looking worse for wear and Ratchet is swamped with injuries to treat, including his own. Jetfire actually made it out relatively unscathed, but he has a slowly leaking puncture in his side armor. It's fine, he can wait until Ratchet has treated his brother, but it stings and makes moving around rough. While you're waiting for Jetstorm to be treated, you're milling about in the main room of Optimus' base. It doesn't take you long to notice Jetfire isn't looking so hot, mostly because he's one of the only mechs you actually know, and you can tell just by how he's shifting around that he's uncomfortable. He's trying to fly under the radar right now until he can get treated, but totally misses you lingering closer because he's so focused on the other mechs in the base. You have no choice but the huff and bat his servos away from his injury, earning a startled yelp from him, before doing your best to pack the wound. You're no medic, especially not for a machine, but you at least know pressure eases bleeding. Jetfire hasn't been this close to you and especially hasn't had you care for him like this. You're gentle and quiet with him, soft squishy hands moving about his side, pressing sanitized mesh into the wound to stifle the leak.

07 + Uh oh. His spark just fluttered up into his intake while watching the stern press of your mouth as you work on his side. Who knew that an organic could make him feel so... Assured. He still feels the tingle of your skin on his armor hours after his wound has been treated. From then on his attitude towards you does a complete 180. He chatters nervously when you're around and will happily greet you if he sees you. This is the Jetfire that Jetstorm knows but he can tell that something is... Off.

08 + Jetfire isn't the type who can keep his feelings to himself. He's always lived loud and proud. Ad despite the fact you're his brother's partner, he can't live keeping something so important to himself, so Jetfire has to confess to you soon after he realizes how much he likes you. This is more a cause of stress for you than him, because Jetfire doesn't really think it through. You, on the other hand, worry this is only going to pull Jetstorm and Jetfire further apart. You already felt guilty for 'getting between' them. But when you explain it to Jetstorm he's... More playful. He thinks it's cute that Jetfire likes you. It makes sense, even, because he and Jetfire are so alike. Jetstorm can't hold it against his own brother that he ended up falling for you. I mean, look at you!

09 + It turns into a playful competition between them which is sort of how your three-way relationship grows. Your boys get to have fun one-upping each other and you get two boyfriends!

10 + Jetstorm is the romantic of the two: classic dates with lamp-light, energon treats, and high grade. Jetfire likes spur of the moment plans and doing something thrilling, the type to take you flying and do aerial tricks over the ocean to impress you. Unsurprisingly, they're both equally touchy and affectionate. They have a pretty close relationship where they could always be affectionate with each other so that reflects in how they interact with you, but, ya know, more amorously.

11 + You kissa da one mech then turn and kissa da other. Mamma mia.

12 + You never miss a chance to tell Sentinel where to stick his opinions. He often uses the twins as a means to exert authority, because power is something he so strongly clings to, to the point it feels like they're mere tools at his disposal. This really tends to chap your hide. Jetfire and Jetstorm consider you the 'coolest' for backtalking him the way you do.