#which is still choosing to do something because he could technically stop at any moment and just leave them to their own devices

[undead-potatoes]

Cracking open this post that's been sitting in my drafts since mid October (like so many of them 🙈) since it's kinda relevant to the question regarding Jay's feelings about kids and stuff SO

I'm pretty sure I haven't mentioned this publicly before, but part of Jay's backstory is his connections to an orphanage in the outskirts of the city, more specifically the orphanage he grew up in.

He has always been a bit of a problem solver, and the other kids very naturally gravitated towards him and looked to him for help and leadership, something that continued long after he left the orphanage. You see, there's always new kids coming in, overlapping with each other's stay as the older ones leave, and so even when most of the kids he grew up with had left the orphanage, the kids still kept coming to him as an adult.

He's kind of a grown up Mol in that way, a kid trying to wrangle all the other kids, thought he never tried to run an orphan crime syndicate. If anything he tried to keep the kids out of trouble, even if HE was constantly getting into trouble himself (you know how it is, if he gets into trouble no-one else has to). Just a bit of a "protective older brother" kind of vibe, which turned into "cool uncle" as he grew older. He constantly feels bad for not being able to do more for them though, as he's always so tangled up in his own stuff, but he does what he can.

If he ever had a personal quest of his own I imagine it would be about one of "his" kids getting into trouble, possibly because they tried to step up in Jay's 2-3 month long absence. Which is very upsetting to him, both in the way that a kid he cares about is possibly in danger, but he's also hates how some of the kids want to be like him, and is doing his best to steer them away from organized crime as much as he can.

He fought so hard for so long to claw himself free of it in his own youth, away from a life of doing questionable things on the behest of others simply bc you feel like you have no other choice, and he dreads a future like that for "his own" kids. I imagine he uses his myriad of contacts to get the kids legitimate jobs once they get old enough, but it's never that simple and many of them fall through either way.

He has lost contact with many of them over the years as they grew up and got their own lives, but he'll bump into them as adults from time to time, and they're usually fond meetings. For some he's merely a footnote in their childhood. For others his meddling altered their trajectory so fundamentally it changed their lives forever, whether they know it themselves or not.

And for as long as they keep coming to him, for as long as he looks after them they're his kids, his little family of sorts, and he would move through the nine hells to keep them safe.

[lemotmo]

I think parts of that fandom are kind of in a tailspin of reality at the moment. Her ask box is still closed but this is OUCH

My friend received an ask telling him that he can't hold that deleted clip against Tommy because it's not technically canon since it was deleted. In the same ask they told him he had to give Tommy credit for letting Buck set the pace. Sweetie, you can't pick and choose what parts of a deleted clip you can claim are canon and what parts you can ignore. That's not how it works. The part of that clip that is absolutely canon is the repeated pattern, in non deleted scenes, of blatant dismissal on Tommy's part regarding any type of conversational depth when it comes to the topic of Buck and their relationship. I don't need a deleted clip to prove that's what's happening.

A couple of things are fairly obvious here. The traffic on that post is not what it would have been even 3 weeks ago. That's the first thing. Yes the numbers were decent but not great and certainly not impressive. They are representative of a small fandom, which is what you are. The second thing is they didn't trend on Twitter or Tumblr following the post, something that definitely would have happened a few weeks ago, and a barometer his fans constantly like to use as 'proof' of popularity. So something has shifted/happened. It could be that all the people screaming that they had been blocked by the official show account were being honest and the account moderators figured out their spamming game. Something that was always going to happen eventually given the kind of things they were openly admitting they were saying and sending. The Buddie fandom figured it out weeks ago and quickly started making up the commenting ground on the posts, they also, wisely, stopped engaging with the Buck/Tommy comments on those same posts. So it was only a matter of time before they became drowned out anyway. Meaning the numbers were always artificially inflated and once they weeded out the duplicate accounts the numbers naturally decreased. Or the more likely scenario, the hype faded. Something that was also always going to happen.

Anytime a show has 2 men kissing it's going to be talked about. People will watch it. Get excited over it. Want more of it. But if the show doesn't provide content of some kind, the excitement from the wider group at large, dwindles. My ask box, along with my friend groups ask boxes, pretty much confirm that the die hard shippers don't really care about the couple. They ship Lou. Buck and Oliver are just the character/actor Lou is paired with. Look at their behavior towards Oliver. He didn't engage with them, he doesn't promote the pair, and he doesn't follow Lou, so they openly turned against him. That was never going to be sustainable from a large numbers perspective. The audience cares about Buck not Tommy. It was never a smart strategy. Making it almost exclusively about Lou was never going to end well. The frantic posting following the release of the clip trying to explain why it was actually a good thing that Tommy doesn't care what the 118 thinks of him, when anyone with just a passing knowledge of the show knows it's actually a very bad sign, tells me all I need to know. You're aware of the reality of what the show, THUS FAR, is doing. Only it doesn't match the content you paid $200 to hear, my apologies $169 to hear, so you feel cheated. That's not Oliver's fault. That's not the show's fault. And it's why I'm more certain each day that Tim put a stop to it. Those videos created an unmitigated disaster for everyone not named Lou.

I also think some people genuinely don't understand the size difference between the two fandoms. The Buddie fandom makes up a significant number of their audience as a whole. Their fans are not all on Tumblr and Twitter. They have general audience fans. That is not an exaggeration. And it's something the show is more than aware of. Do not try to pretend the show doesn't know that. The general audience/passive fans, like them as a unit. It's just a fact. And never, until now, has a group tried so hard to pretend they aren't an audience favorite. They are. I also think there's quite a few fans like me. I don't classify myself as a shipper. I want the best story for the characters I love, Buck and Eddie. I like Tommy for the larger Buck and Eddie story I think they're using his character to set up. Once it's been set, I don't need or care to have Tommy stick around. Once the newness of the Buck/Tommy pair settled lots of casual shippers were always going to make their way back to the Buddie side. It's the side with all the context. It's also the side the actor/character the show cares about is on. And I promise you Oliver gets a say. Ryan gets a say. Lou doesn't get a say. Paid for headcanons don't get a say.

Ooooof, well--

Nothing to add to this one I think, so I'll wisely stay quiet. Thank you anonymous OP for being so based in reality. :)

Thank you for sending this to me Nonny. It's appreciated, as always.

Remember, no hate in comments or reblogs. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of the anonymous OP’s posts, you can find all of their posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[basil-does-arttt]

hold on wait a second i had a thought

in the DLC prolouge cutscene for DMC 5, when Vergil is in that stone passageway area, he says "its nearly time" (in reference to him splitting himself in half).

We know what day it happens, april 30th. The date is shown in Nero's flashback scene. This is of course assuming Vergil did all that on the same day, which i think is what happened. (He could open a portal to his house to travel, and why would he wait any longer and risk dying first?)

Anyway. Thats not my point, my point is: did he choose to do it on this day on purpose? Is this date special?

Im overanalyzing here so this may be a stretch, but: Could that be the day Eva died? Think about it. Him splitting himself was a "rebirth" of sorts: discarding his humanity to become a full demon in search of ultimate power.

Vergil being stabbed by those demons the day Eva died could also be counted as a kind of rebirthing for him: In the span of a few hours, he lost everything. His family, his life. And maybe even, his full humanity, as he gained his DT form in that moment too (shown by him having the same triggered-style eyes Dante uses when threatening V toward the start, also (half)triggered.) No longer was he a mere human boy, but now half a devil - the things that killed his family - too.

Knowing Vergil, it could make sense. In DMC 3 he's quite proper and a bit sentimental, much more so than Dante and i can see him caring more for these kinds of niche details in his life a lot more than Dante too. I also think he may have still been in that mindset when coming out of the Nelo Angelo body (however that happened), in a way that he hasnt really grown or matured while he was Nelo Angelo due to all the mind-fuckery performed thanks to Mundus.

(Could also be clarification for the reason Vergil still looks so young, quote "because of how much time he's spent in the underworld compared to Dante". He didnt live there, certainly not by choice. But he was captured and tortured by Mundus for 10 years. My thoughts is that he's technically still in his teenage body, as becoming Nelo Angelo and being in the underworld for so long thanks to Mundus halted (or at least very significantly slowed) the aging process. Time could move slower in hell but thats a rant for another time, ive gone off track.)

As such, him choosing such a special (traumatic) date to essential commit suicide on doesnt seem like much of a reach to me. Vergil has always been methodic. He doesn't do things hap-hazardly and never has, even as Nelo Angelo when he invites Dante outside to set up a proper fight rather than just taking the opportunity and attacking in the bedroom.

Of course you can argue it was coincidence, and he just stumbled across Nero by chance and decided to do it right then and there. He had to have found Nero first of all, figured out his plan of attack (probably so he wouldnt draw unwanted attention and possibly be stopped), then actually put it into motion. He couldnt exactly control the date Nero happened to be in the right place at the right time and gave him an opening. Im not trying to convince or anything, just sharing ideas, But wouldn't it just be so in character for april 30th to be a special date for him??

Overall i at least think the reason he chose to do it at the house was intentional for reasons stated above. If it wasnt, then why didn't he just... idk, find an alleyway or something and split himself there?

Those are my thoughts. Id love to hear other people's theories and such on this too.

(EDIT: I REALIZED THE MOMENT HE SPLITS HIMSELF ALSO PROBABLY HAPPENS AT A SPECIFIC TIME AS WELL, NAMELY 6:00 PM.

It mustve taken him some time to get back to the house. Not hours, but not seconds. 15 minutes seems like a good amount of travel time for someone who can teleport using portals alongside a bit of walking. If he got there early he could've just waited too.

A specific date, april 30th, and at (likely) exactly 6:00pm. In VOV while it is black and white, i assume the attack happened late into the evening, since the sky is dark when he gets back to the house a bit later. Idk how he would've known that it was exactly 6:00 but... anyway, Mundus also seems like the type of guy to plan shit, especially an attack like he did to Eva and the twins, if that whole "eva died on april 30th" thing was true.)

[good-beanswrites]

A second drabble of "Fuuta goes to get a 3am snack and Es is being Weird" LOL. I love @waivyjellyfish 's hcs of inhuman Es, and they would 100% use this to torture Fuuta. Nothing overtly supernatural happens, which just adds to his pain that it's all technically possible, but still creeping him the fuck out 😂

Fuuta blinked the grogginess from his eyes, the fridge light nearly blinding him. He shifted around some leftovers, picking out something that looked appetizing. He peered over his shoulder. It was the dead of night, and he’d hate to wake any of the others. Unfortunately, he had no such luxury himself. His grumbling stomach didn’t care about his need for rest. 

He placed a bite of cold food in his mouth. 

He closed the fridge door, revealing Es standing behind it. 

His coughing masked the sound of horror that would have come out otherwise. He’d leapt backwards about five feet, narrowly avoiding throwing the food directly at the warden’s darkened figure.

“You didn’t choose my cooking?” was all Es said in response to the mortifying reaction.

“The fuck are you doing!? I didn’t even hear you come in…” 

One would think that those clicking heels and collar of jangling keys would make Es into a walking noisemaker, but they were surprisingly silent everywhere they went. The prisoners had often joked about Es’ catlike steps. Fuuta in no laughing mood, now.

“Don’t you have a lot to do tomorrow?” He tried to shake the uneasy feeling swirling in his gut. “You’ve been talking about it all day, I thought you’d want as much sleep as you could get.” 

“I don’t sleep.”

“Does it look like I care that you’re drowned with work? That’s your own fault for trying to handle ten prisoners all by yourself. You’re not getting any pity from me.”

“Eh? No, I mean, I don’t sleep.”

Fuuta paused. “Stop fucking with me. I’m too tired for this crap.”

“I mean it. I was already awake when I heard someone up, I just wanted to investigate.”

“Bullshit. There’s no way you heard me from all the way down the hall, through that heavy door of yours. You’re probably hungry, too – but don’t get any ideas, these are mine.” He moved to the counter, transferring the food to another dish to heat. 

Es followed, their icy eyes flicking between him and the food. 

“You really prefer Mahiru’s cooking that much more?”

“Of course. Yours sucks. Don’t think I’ll give you any fake flattery just because you’re the warden.”

“I figured you would want me in charge of the kitchen instead of Jackalope. I’m just trying to help.”

“Tch. I’m pretty sure you’re trying to kill us.”

“With my cooking?” A smirk stretched across their lips. “There are easier ways to kill a person.”

Es stared at him, that odd smile on their face.

Fuuta tried to smother the shiver creeping up his spine. 

They had to have been messing with him. This is just how a bored warden gets their kicks, he figured. They sneak up on unsuspecting prisoners in the middle of the night and say ominous things. They just liked bringing up murder to get under his skin. And of course they slept. They slept, ate, and – he looked down at the dish of food. He had seen them eat, right? He wracked his brain for any memory of it. It would explain the poor-tasting cooking…

“Ah!” Es’ voice made him jump for the second time that night. He followed their gaze over to the doorway, where Jackalope was hopping into the dim kitchen. 

Es began to speak into the silence. This type of craziness, at least, was a familiar one: their insistence that they could speak to the little animal.

“I know, I know. … Yes, of course. I’ll be finished here in a moment.”

Fuuta’s gaze flicked between the pair. Tiny, black, beady eyes. Large, pale, round ones. Jacklope’s twitchy little nose. The way Es seemed entirely motionless.

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Fuuta grabbed the dish and stormed out of the room. He avoided meeting either set of eyes. Let them have their crazy, creepy conversations in the dark by themselves. He was out. 

Es’ voice echoed into the hallway as he hurried back to his cell. 

“Goodnight, Fuuta…” 

Fuuta tried not to look like a little kid running back through the darkened corridors, but he certainly didn’t take his time.

The sheets rustled around him as he got into. His back pressed against the cell wall, so he could keep an eye on the entrance. He strained his ears to listen for any unnaturally quiet steps.

Then he looked down at his food.

He had completely lost his appetite.

[mimisempai]

Just a little hesitation

Summary

Sitting side by side on the sofa, Aziraphale is aware of Crowley's hand close to his own. He doesn't know why, but even though they've held hands so many times before, the few millimeters that separate their hands now seem like an insurmountable obstacle.

Notes

Centuries of self-denial leave their mark...

Day 25 : Holding Hands

On Ao3

Rating G -  1352 words

Aziraphale placed his cup of tea on the coffee table next to the plate of Eccles cakes before leaning back on the sofa and listening to Crowley, seated next to him, recount his latest session at the planetarium.

But the angel soon found it hard to concentrate on the demon's words when he was acutely aware of his hand next to his on the sofa between them. All he had to do was move his little finger a millimeter or two and their hands would touch. They were so close that the angel could feel the warmth emanating from Crowley's hand.

They often held hands, touched and kissed, and yet sometimes, as now, Aziraphale felt a kind of shyness. 

As if something was preventing him from making the simple little move that would allow him to touch Crowley.

But everything was different now.

So why the hesitation?

He no longer needed an excuse, a pretext, or an opportunity to touch Crowley.

All the times he'd had the opportunity, merely because circumstances had allowed it.

As the years went by and his encounters with Crowley became more frequent, the need to touch became stronger and stronger. 

They entered the crowded pub and Crowley exclaimed, "Oh, we're going to the pub! You never go to the pub!"

Aziraphale replied a little annoyed, "We're in the pub now. "

They were forced to stop as the crowd near the bar grew denser and Crowley asked, "What's wrong with the Coffee Shop?" 

Aziraphale looked around for a free table or a way to clear one and replied, "Well, that is precisely the point."

A young woman passed in front of them, prompting him to turn to the demon, place his hand on his chest as he asked, "Sherry for me, please, a large one."  

His hand slid down the demon's body and he moved away to the spot he'd just freed.

It would have been a light, innocuous touch had Aziraphale's hand not lingered longer than necessary, had it truly been provoked by the movement of the crowd. But even though he'd spent years lying to himself, he couldn't do that anymore, and there had been nothing casual about the hand he'd placed on Crowley's chest that day.

"Hell has sent demons. They are milling about outside, they want Gabriel."

Aziraphale could hear Crowley's words, but the exhilaration of dancing with him was far too great at the moment for the words to really sink in. 

As his body moved through the motions of the dance, he replied calmly and confidently, "We're perfectly safe in here. Technically, this bookshop still counts as an embassy." 

They raised their hands in sync, and as Crowley continued his tirade and Aziraphale responded, he couldn't help but feel excited just because their hands were touching, palm to palm, Crowley's fingers curling around his. The demon probably didn't notice, but for Aziraphale it was all he could think about. 

Until he was forced to, for Hell and Heaven never slept.

Reality had forced him to put all these thoughts to the back of his mind. But now Aziraphale realized how much that simple touch, which had been dictated by the dance, had once again been something far from casual and had left an impression on him. 

Accused by Shax, Beelzebub replied with determination and unexpected gentleness, "I didn't collaborate with Heaven any more than Gabriel collaborated with Hell. I simply found something that mattered more to me than choosing sides."

Then Gabriel smiled in a way Aziraphale had never seen him smile before, and while some raved and others made disapproving noises, the hands of the ex-Supreme Archangel and the ex-Duke of Hell intertwined.

Seeing this, feeling their love, Aziraphale couldn't resist the impulse to move closer to Crowley and put his hand on his arm. This time there was no excuse from the crowd or the dance. His body had acted on pure instinct, responding to a need that had been rooted in him for so long he couldn't tell. 

He was barely aware of the turmoil around him, the angels threatening Maggie and Nina, only the loss of contact as Crowley stepped aside to protect the two women. Aziraphale's hand reached out to the demon, trying to reconnect, but the moment of grace was over and the angel slowly returned to reality.

And what a reality it had been.

Fortunately, this reality was quite different now. As he contemplated all of this, his eyes were fixed on their two hands so close to each other. 

Realizing he didn't have to hesitate, he slid his hand over Crowley's. The demon's fingers spread, leaving a space for the angel's to slip through. 

"Took you long enough to make up your mind, Angel."

Aziraphale lifted his head sharply to see that Crowley was looking at him kindly, and realized that, lost in thought, he had completely forgotten that the demon was speaking.

He apologized sheepishly and the demon chuckled softly, "I saw I'd lost you on the way. What was going through your mind? You were staring at our hands, all sorts of emotions crossing your face."

As he spoke, his hand had turned against Aziraphale's and their fingers intertwined.

At that moment, the angel realized what was different now.

He knew his touches were being accepted, received, and returned. 

He rested his head on the demon's shoulder and said softly, "You'd think that now that we're together, everything would be so much easier, almost normal, and it should be, considering what we are to each other. Just like any other couple. And yet sometimes, like now, just taking your hand in mine seemed like something impossible for a brief moment, it's weird, isn't it?"

Crowley leaned his head against the angel's and replied softly, "Not so weird when you think about it, Angel. We've only been together as a couple for a short time compared to how long we've known each other. We've spent years, centuries, denying ourselves so many things that it takes time for some of them to become as innocuous as they are for most people. And that's okay, Angel. There's no time limit, no plan, no list to check off, as long as you do what you feel like doing. At worst, I'll say no. But I really don't think you need to worry about that."

The demon squeezed his hand in his own and cupped the angel's chin with his other hand, lifting his face to his own before moving closer.

He murmured softly against the angel's lips, "Like now, you can refuse if you don't want me to continue."

Aziraphale chuckled softly, "Oh, but I absolutely want you to go on, my dear, and besides, if you don't do it right now, it's me who..."

He didn't have time to finish his sentence because the demon had pressed his lips to his and was kissing him tenderly.

The kiss lingered, their lips parting only to catch their breath, giving and receiving in an endless exchange.

A little later, as Aziraphale snuggled up to the demon, he had his hand in his, playing with his fingers before intertwining them.

He murmured, "So easy."

Crowley kissed his hair and replied, "The next time you hesitate, just think of this moment and maybe it'll be that easy. And if it's not, just say the words and I'll meet you halfway. That's also what being a group of two is about."

Aziraphale brought their entwined hands to his lips and pressed his lips to them before saying softly, "You're right, my dear."

Crowley replied cheekily, "That must have hurt to say, didn't it?"

"I don't like that side of you," the angel replied sulkily.

"Oh, come on, you love me, Angel."

Aziraphale sighed, "I can't deny it."

Then he straightened up a bit and brought his lips close to Crowley's face, continuing, "And I don't want to deny it," then he pressed his lips to the demon's in a kiss that showed him how much he loved him.

He didn't hesitate for a second.

Because sometimes it was that easy.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[dude-why-3]

Who painted the sky?

Chapter 16: Bear Alarms

The introduction games go smoothly, a bit boring if anything. The children seem to be a bit out of it, not that interested in the name shooting game, letting Annie easily win– although she doesn’t remember that many names at the end of the game. She remembers Jane being the girl slightly shorter than her, with freckles on her nose and short black hair, and Frank being the boy with the crooked nose and sickly pale complexion. She thinks the brunette boy always by his side is Novac, but she's not very sure. Jane seems to have a group of admirers always gathering around her, but she'd be lying if she said she remembers any of their names. Annie looks at her with a look that she wants to see as pride, his smile broad and kind, and his eyes shining behind the glass of his spectacles. He pats her shoulder in a manner that only reinforces her belief, his expression kind. 

“We should also choose a name for our team today,” Armin tells them all after a short break, as the campers take their seats on the chairs in their pink room. 

This time, suggestions fly around the room, one more random and unexpected than the other, each special in some unexpected way, all sounding intriguing at least. They end up voting, and Jumpy Beans ends up winning– although Annie liked The Ninja Dolphins better– and their poster ends up being their name in the middle of the paper, and some weird shapes that should technically resemble beans in the corners.

And then they bring out the yarn– and the kids’ excitement dims noticeably, which brings Annie’s spirits down. She’s been looking forward to this since last night. Not that a few whines would be enough to ruin her excitement, but it sure wasn’t a great start.

Annie sits on the floor at the very front of the semicircle they have created, so that everyone could see what she was doing, and Armin follows suit, sitting next to her. One by one, the kids follow their lead and sit on the floor too. The two volunteers start dividing the yarn in fifteen little bouquets, and spread them around the room. The kids reluctantly take them in their hands.

Annie starts explaining how the braiding process works, and Armin exemplifies on his future bracelet so it’d be easier to understand. Slowly, idly, the children follow their instructions, putting string over string. 

“You got the wrong string there,” Annie points to the blonde boy sitting across from her. The boy rolls his eyes so hard Annie wonders if they could go any further, and her smile drops, but she forces it back on when she feels a pair of eyes watching her carefully. She carries on with her explanation, and points their mistakes out at first, but she soon stops– not because they’re getting any better at it, but because she can see the roll of their eyes and hear their scoffs, and their message is loud and clear– they’d rather do anything else but this. They couldn’t care less.

Which is soon reinforced when the activity is over and the kids leave for dinner, abandoning their unfinished bracelets around the room. 

Annie sighs as she sits up, slowly bending down to pick up the unfinished bracelets from around the room. Armin soon joins her, picking bracelets up and collecting them in his palm. 

Annie presses her lips together and slumbers into a chair, letting a sigh out. She leans back into the chair and tilts her head up at the ceiling, staring at the light bulb until her vision turns white, then closes her eyes. A moment later, she hears the rustle of a chair as Armin sits next to her.

“They didn’t mean to be rude,” comes Armin’s leveled voice.

Annie allows her face to relax. “It doesn’t matter,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. 

“It matters to you.”

Annie snaps her eyes open and tilts her head towards him, finding his eyes already on her, studying her features intently. She holds his gaze for a moment, her lips still pressed together. There’s something in his eyes she doesn’t quite like, he’s looking at her with a sort of pity she wouldn’t have caught had she not seen it before, and yet she finds that she hates nothing more than seeing it in his eyes. 

She averts her gaze and shrugs again, tilting her head back at the ceiling. “It’s whatever,” she mutters. 

Armin hums lightly, and then his chair creeks slightly, and his shoulder touches hers.

After a moment, he says, “We should really clean this place.”

Annie opens her eyes and tilts her head to face him, finding him looking up at the ceiling with furrowed brows. Annie looks back up as well, scanning the ceiling that probably used to be white, now an old yellow color. The paint was starting to fall in some spots.

“We should,” she agrees. “Maybe paint it too.”

“Yeah, we could get rid of this hideous color.”

“The pink?”

“Mhmm.”

“I've seen worse,” she shrugs.

Armin snaps his head towards hers, his eyes narrowing even more. “Really?” 

Annie scoffs. “Yeah. At least there’s no mold.”

He returns the scoff and turns back to the ceiling. “I doubt.”

Annie rolls her eyes. She stands up and pats his arm, beckoning him to stand. “Let's go have dinner.”

~~~

Annie decides to call it a night after Hitch drags her on the dance floor for a very unchoreographed Meneaito. She bids the kids goodnight and leaves the big house, tightening her sweater around her as she makes her way to her room. The night has long settled, the cold unexpected. 

Suddenly, her phone pings. She fishes it out of her pocket and checks it, her eyes widening and breath quickening when she sees the notification.

Caution, it reads, bears around.

Annie fastens her step. She fists the phone in her hand, looks around herself cautiously – not that she sees much through the dark. She can barely make out the shape of the Big House in front of her, a faint light turned on somewhere on the second floor. 

And then she hears it– the rustle. The sound of steps against the pavement, loud and calculated. Her breath stuck in her throat. That was it. She'll get caught by bears on some random Wednesday night and meet her end. She will become bear food. She can only hope her father won’t be too heartbroken. 

The steps only seem to be getting closer. Annie whips her head back briefly, and notices a tall figure approaching slowly. Her eyes widen, her heart threatens to jump out of her chest– and then she breaks into a sprint, running faster than she thought she could. She soon meets the door, and hurries to close it behind herself, pushing herself against it to catch her breath.

Curiosity takes over her then– she's never seen a bear before. She slowly turns around, locks the door, and looks through its glass intently, trying to make out the bear through the dark.

But as the form gets closer, she starts making out a human body, a jacket, the shape of some glasses. Disappointment starts building up in her chest– that is most definitely not a bear. She squints her eyes through the glass, trying to make out who the person carrying a box around at this hour could be. 

He walks into the door face first, almost dropping to his knees but managing to regain his balance and catching the box, startling Annie, who takes several steps back now.

Upon realizing who it is, and the fact that she’s locked him outside, she hurries to open the door, her heart still racing madly. 

"Armin," she acknowledges as he steps in, still looking quite shaken. "What are you doing?"

"Me?" he retorts as he walks in. "What are you doing?” He straightens his glasses on his nose. “You saw me and locked the door?" 

The redness of his face is very obvious, even in the barely lit lobby, his eyes somehow filled with embarrassment, surprise and a sort of quiet anger.

Annie can feel her face heat up as she follows him up the stairs. "I thought you were a bear!"

"A bear?" Armin's laugh is strident, echoing in the large stairwell. "Why would you think I was a bear?"

Annie’s voice is barely above a whisper, "There was a bear alert."

Annie unlocks her door and stands before it for a while, not quite wanting to go to sleep just yet. She turns around, looking at Armin, who's still trying to find his keys. 

They reach their floor, Annie turns the lights on so they can see where they’re going. Armin sets the box down next to his door and starts fiddling for his keys.

"What's in the box?"

"A telescope," he says, fitting the key in at last. He turns it in. Annie’s eyebrows draw together.  "The sky is rather clear tonight," Armin says with a shrug. "I thought I could watch the stars or something. Wanna join?"

"Sure," she smiles.

Sitting in the chair in the corner of the balcony, with a blanket draped over her shoulders, Annie watches Armin set up the telescope. The sky is, indeed, clear, and so many stars are out that Annie wonders if they even need a telescope

“Do you have any constellations in mind?” he asks.

Annie thinks for a second, then she shrugs. “Not really.”

He turns around and smiles at her, his eyes scanning hers. “Not one?”

A smile pulls at her lips. “I suppose I’d like to see the Ursa Major.”

Armin scoffs slightly, and beckons her to join him. He makes some final adjustments to the telescope, turns it upwards, and looks through the lense for a second, his brows furrowed as if he was deep in thought. 

Then, he turns to Annie and gestures for her to come closer. She bends slightly to look through herself, aligning her eyes with the lense. And, sure enough, there it is– Ursa Major, throning the sky. 

Annie looks back at Armin for a second, a smile adorning her face in the most beautiful of ways, her eyes sparkling brightly, and he finds it hard to breathe in that moment, his words stuck in his throat. She turns back towards the telescope, and Armin gazes up, his eyes scanning the starry sky. Something shines brighter then, and his eye twinkles.

“Jupiter is out tonight.”

Annie straightens her back and faces him again. “Is it?”

He nods sheepishly, and positions the telescope so it point towards it. Gently, he guides Annie to look through again, his hands ghosting over the small of her back. 

She hums lightly once she catches sight of it, leaning a bit forward to see better. She admires the blue-ish round shape of the planet, tries to make out the white spot, and-

“This would be a pretty good moment for a kiss,” comes Armin’s voice, tickling her ear, a lot closer than she would have anticipated. 

Blood rushes to her face as she turns to face him, and is not surprised when she finds his face as red as a tomato, despite how confident his voice sounded only seconds ago. His eyes dart around until they settle back on hers, piercing through her very soul. Annie bites back a remark, unable to hold his gaze as his eyes unravel all her secrets, feeling her face heat up even more as the seconds pass, painfully slow. 

“Kiss me then,” she says in such a quiet voice, it takes a moment for Armin to register the words. 

A smile pulls on his lips, his eyes momentarily darting to her lips before returning to her eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

Annie slowly nods, her hands hesitantly settling on his chest. His own hands find her face, cupping her cheeks, his thumb gently brushing over her skin. He brings her face closer to his, his breath tickling her skin, he’s so close to her, yet so unbearably far. Annie closes her eyes in anticipation, waiting. 

She hears his low chuckle, and then he places a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“You’re so nervous, it’s adorable,” he says, and she hears the smile in his voice.

Annie opens her eyes, finding him just as close. “That’s what you had in mind?” she asks, hating the way her voice sounds almost disappointed, as if she were waiting for more. 

He gently swipes his thumb across her cheek, leaving a burning path on her skin.

“Not quite.” 

And more she gets.

Annie barely has time to narrow her eyes when he tilts her face up slightly and captures her lips with his own, his eyes staring into her wide ones until she finds it in herself to close them. 

It starts off gentle, sweet, his lips like honey on her own, the kiss soft and slow. When he draws back, she finds herself leaning in for more, the urgency of that second kiss taking even her aback. But he soon returns it, one of his hands finding its way to the small of her back, firmly pressing against her, bringing her closer, so impossibly close. His other hand goes to her nape, his thumb brushing against her ear sending shivers down her spine, and he gently tilts her head up to deepen the kiss, a sigh escaping Annie’s lips at the sudden change. The blanket falls off her shoulders then, meeting the ground with a deaf thud– not that she needed it anymore, his warmth is more than enough. She feels him smile against her lips. Her own fingers tangle in his soft hair, his fingers drawing steady patterns over the fabric of her blouse. They part for air once more, and just as soon their lips find each other again. He nudges her lower lip as if asking for permission, and what started off as slow and gentle soon turns more urgent, hungry even. 

Armin takes a step back, bringing her with him, and she soon feels her back pressed against the cold wall. In the midst of their blind showcase, with his hands burning through her skin and his hair between her fingers, with their lips dancing together in an exchange of something they could never share, she realizes the gravity of what they’re doing, the cruelty of a lie taken too far. 

And then her phone rings. 

Armin is the first one to break away. He steps away, depriving her of his warmth, and hands her her phone, smiling slightly, his cheeks dusted with pink. Annie smiles sheepishly, taking the damned phone from his hand. Armin picks up the blanket and folds it neatly, placing it on the chair, before busying himself with the telescope. She hastily checks the time, and it makes sense then, that her father would call at this hour– they do usually talk in the evening. Taking a deep breath in, she picks up.

And is immediately bombarded with questions.

“I’ve been trying to reach you for ten whole minutes,” comes his voice from the other end of the phone, harsh and loud. He must have gotten annoyed by now. “What are you up to?”

Annie closes her eyes momentarily, pinching the bridge of her nose, and leans her back against the wall. 

“Sorry,” she says, “I’ve been a bit caught up.”

“Doing what? It’s not like you're working a real–”

“This group is just more difficult,” she cuts him off. “Getting their attention is harder, so I need to work harder.”

There’s silence for a second, and she can almost see her father bite back a remark. “You’re right,” he finally says. “You did mention it before.” Then, after a pause, “How was today, Annie?”

So, she tells him, and he listens, and he doesn’t say much about it. She leaves out the kissing Armin part– who’s now sat on his chair and taken his own phone out, rapidly typing. He shoots her a curious look, which morphes into a smile, and she tries to return it as best as she can, her face still warming up, and she loses her train of thought then. So, she clears her throat, and instead asks her father about his day and his health.

“Is he any better?” Armin asks once Annie ends the call. 

“Oh, he’s much better, he’s becoming his moody self again,” she says, shaking her head briefly. “He hired someone to help him around the house, and his health is improving.”

Armin sits up from his chair and steps towards her. “That’s good news,” he says.

She nods briefly, then looks up at him, her eyes wandering around his face and stopping for a second on his lips before looking up and locking eyes with him, her complexion once again warming up. “Can we get back to what we were doing before?”

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technical devotion, part fifteen: promises made

a/n: I think I'm gonna start aiming to get a chapter of this out every thursday roughly. I have everything planned out apart from how it's gonna end lmao, but rest assured, it shall be happy. I'm looking forward to you guys seeing what's in store! also, I did not realise how slow burn this would be lol, we're still a way off from first kiss territory, buuuuut... this chapter is one I've been waiting to write since the beginning ! hope you enjoy it (sorry for the long a/n) warnings: injury & pain (not in any great detail) insecure echo :/

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In the weeks following Kan and Echo rekindling their friendship, Kan slowly began to get a grasp on her new role in the ranks, which was mainly because Echo was now there to support her. He was there to remind her not to let her worries overtake her, and a hand on her arm, or an encouraging smile, usually did the trick. Echo's presence calmed her in an instant, and the task of leading didn't seem as daunting with him around. Not that it was always so simple.

Kan stepped out of the command room, rubbing a hand over her face and sighing deeply. Echo was quick to notice as he exited behind her.

“Have you been sleeping?” He asked, stopping her in the corridor.

“I've been sleeping fine yeah, its just… My mind. My mind is tired” She admitted.

“What's wrong?” Echo frowned.

Kan exhaled a long breath, “I really don't know if I'm meant to lead people. It's really outside of my comfort zone even now, and it's just got my brain going into overdrive. I can't stop thinking about… What if something really bad happened under my watch? Or because of a decision I made? I don't think I could cope Echo”

Echo's expression softened the more Kan spoke, a silent admiration of her showing on his features. He placed his hands on her shoulders, something he noted that helped to ground her and gain her focus entirely.

“M'aira, you're doing a great job, and you'll continue to. Rex wouldn't choose you for this if he didn't think you could do it or handle it, and if it means anything to you, I believe in you too”

Kan let a shy smile lift the edges of her lips, “Thanks, it means a lot yeah”

Echo returned her smile, “Now, come with me, I have a small surprise for you”

“You do?” Kan looked up at him with slightly widened eyes.

“It's nothing special” He said as he took his hands away from her shoulders and began walking towards her office, “I just figured that since you seem to insist on sleeping in your office every night…”

Echo opened the door, showing his handiwork to Kan.

“…That having your bunk in here might be the way to go. That way I can stop worrying about you as well”

Kan grinned up at the clone, wrapping her arms around his waist and giving him a quick tight squeeze, “Thank you Echo, you're too kind to me”

Echo shook his head with a smile, resisting the urge to pull Kan back towards him, “Not really, if I was kind I would have tidied up in here too”

Kan looked around her office, still messy as ever. It seemed that Echo had just pushed the worst of the mess aside to make room for the bed.

“It's fine, I don't mind it like this anyway, the mess doesn't really bother me” She shrugged.

Echo huffed a small laugh, “I don't think I could cope if my office was this messy”

Kan hummed thoughtfully, her eyes darting across the mess.

“When do you leave for your mission?” Kan asked, looking back up into his honey eyes.

“We leave early tomorrow morning” Echo gave a sad smile.

“So I won't see you before you go?” Kan questioned, and Echo shook his head. Kan chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, “I wish I was going with you”

Echo could feel the words tugging at his heart, “I don't”

Kan gave him a stern look, her eyebrows drawn together.

He chuckled, “You can't get hurt if you don't go at all”

“You think I can't handle myself?” Kan asked, minorly offended but mostly confused.

“Oh I know you can, I‘m just happier knowing you're safe” Echo confessed, and he could feel his cheeks heating at the slightly vulnerable admission.

Kan just huffed, “Well it doesn't get much more safe than sitting around in the base all day”

“You'll get your chance to go into the field again, don't worry” He assured, a hand on her shoulder.

Kan smiled. Her eyes didn't meet his for a few seconds, but when they did he could tell there was a certain sadness laced within the gentle expression.

“Be safe, yeah?” She urged quietly.

Echo smiled softly, the edges of his eyes crinkling, “I will”

Without warning and much thought of her own, Kan wrapped her arms around Echo again, more tenderly this time. Echo could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he gently wrapped her in his own arms, resting his cheek on the top of her head.

In the past weeks, Kan had become more physically comfortable around Echo, and though he enjoyed it thoroughly, it was still always a little startling. Especially with a touch so gentle and tender as the hug she was currently giving him, it was hard to not be overwhelmed.

“Don't do anything stupid. Don't get yourself hurt” Kan spoke into his chest, and he was certain she could hear how furiously his heart was beating.

“I won't” He replied, hugging her tighter into his body to reassure her, “I promise”

Kan nodded along, listening intently as Rex detailed the upcoming mission. She was a little disappointed to not seem to be going on this mission, as they were going to be infiltrating the base that she had discovered through listening in on the Empire's long range comms. It was a dangerous job, they knew nothing about what this prison would be like once they were in, but that was the reason they were set on going. There were clones being imprisoned there, and they wanted to know why.

“Now, while all that is going on, me and Kan will be on a separate directive, looking to garner any information about this prison” Rex continued, and Kan's ears perked up, her posture straightening at the mention of her.

Rex hadn't discussed this with her before, but she was more than happy to do it, particularly with him.

“That's the plan as of now, but we'll have to wait until more men are back here to enact it” Rex moved away from the central holotable and crossed his arms, “I suggest getting some good rest tonight, they could be back at any time and I want to get this done as soon as possible”

Rex dismissed the clones, and Kan was immediately at his side.

“Rex, about the-”

“Sorry to spring that on you, I was hoping to speak with you earlier but your door was locked” Rex explained.

“Ah right, yeah, I was… tidying”

“Tidying?” Rex raised an eyebrow, a small smirk quirking his lips.

“Yeah, anyway, I wanted to ask you-”

Kan didn't get the chance to finish her question as the door to the command centre zipped open and her focus was drawn towards it. She did a double take, the sight she took in not registering in her mind at first.

It was Echo. He was back from his mission, but something was wrong. His form was alarmingly straight and rigid, his forearm resting against the door frame and holding him up. Each small movement sent a twitch to his face, his teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut, nostrils flared.

Kan's heart leapt to her throat, and she rushed over to him.

“What happened?” She spoke hurriedly, paying no mind to the other clones around them who watched on.

Echo exhaled shakily, “Got… shot, in the back”

Kan tried so desperately to remain calm despite the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. She turned to look at Rex over her shoulder, hoping for some kind of support.

“We haven’t got a proper medic” He said, clearly shaken by his brother's condition.

That snapped Kan into gear, “I've got medical training, I've got it”

Kan took Echo's arm and threw it over her shoulder, pulling a pained groan from him. She quickly led him to her office, which was only just down the hall, and smacked the door panel in a frantic hurry. She set him down on the bed gently and instantly went about rooting around in the draws of her desk looking for her medkit. When she had found it, she looked up at Echo, who was trying to take off his armour, and failing as his wound cried out in pain.

“Stop, let me do it” Kan spoke instantly, standing in front of him and shooing his hands away.

Her fingers got working on the clasps, starting with his arms and working her way up, exactly as Echo did it.

“How do you know how to do this?” He asked, fighting through his pain.

“I've watched you do it enough times” Kan replied, a small shrug in her shoulders as she focused. Echo would've smirked but his chest plate dug into his wound as she took it off. “Sorry” She whispered.

“S'fine” Echo managed to hiss out as Kan climbed over the bed to sit behind him cross-legged. She tried to survey the damage, to see how bad it really was, but to no avail.

“Could you take this off?” Kan asked, her fingers playing with the hem of his blacks.

If it was possible, Echo’s body seized up even more. He nervously fidgeted his own fingers along the hem, letting out an exasperated huff. His blaster wound was sending small shocks through his body with every movement, but he was single-mindedly focused on not letting Kan take off his top.

Kan noted his discomfort immediately, and let out a sigh.

“Echo” She spoke so gently from behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder, “It's okay, please let me help you”

Echo relented with a slump of his shoulders, “Okay”

Kan helped to peel off the tight base layer, several pained noises escaping the man she was helping. As she saw the wound, she couldn't help but suck a sharp breath between her teeth. Three blaster bolts scorched into his lower back, creating a cluster of open wounds.

Echo assumed her reaction was to seeing the cybernetic attachments he had in his back. His breath was shaky as he tried to calm himself, but it only became more unstable as Kan traced around the outside of his wound.

“I told you to be safe Echo” She whispered, “You promised not to get hurt”

She sounded so solemn, and Echo couldn't find it in himself to say anything. Thankfully, she then got to work on the wound, but it wasn't without discomfort. She first administered a pain relief injection, and his breath caught in his throat as she cupped the side of his neck to do so. She warned him every time she was going to touch him, the antiseptic wipe against his wound making him flinch and grunt more than he wished, stinging even with the pain relief. She placed a bacta patch over the area when she had cleaned it appropriately, and it stung for just a second before the bacta started working it's magic.

“Does that feel better?” She asked quietly, and Echo just nodded

Kan ran her fingers along the edge of the metal apparatus that climbed up his back, causing Echo to shudder under her touch. The feeling of it was so intimate, yet so tainted by sadness and clouded by self-concious thoughts that Echo couldn't focus on the warmth of Kan's fingers against his bare back.

“You're lucky, they almost hit your spine” She spoke, sounding resoundingly serious.

Echo could only hang his head. He felt so ashamed. He had worked hard to get past this mindset, but with the woman he desired like no other sitting behind him and inspecting the damage done to his body, he couldn't help it.

Kan could understand a little of what Echo was thinking, she just hoped she was wrong. She slid from behind him and knelt in front of him on the floor, but he wouldn't look at her.

“Echo” She said as gently as she could, placing a hand on his knee, “I'm glad you're okay”

Echo looked up to her, and the emotions she saw swimming in his eyes were almost enough to bring her to tears.

“What can I say to make you feel better?” She asked in a whisper, for fear that speaking louder would cause him to break.

“There's nothing to say” He said firmly, looking down to his lap.

Kan couldn't help but reach out. She placed a hand on his face, lightly rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone.

“Please talk to me” She pleaded.

After a moment of painful silence, Echo sighed, “I don't show people my cybernetics for a reason”

“Echo it's okay-”

“But it's not” He frowned, his eyes snapping to Kan’s once more. “It's not okay. The attachments, they- they're not exactly desirable, and no one wants someone with all… this. I-” He puffed out a sad breath, the next admission feeling daunting, “It makes me feel like I'm half a man”

Kan's heart broke.

“That's not true” She said sternly, both hands now on his cheeks, forcing him to pay attention to her words, “You're every bit of a man as any other, and even more than that, you're a good man Echo. Anyone would be lucky to have you”

“Anyone?” Echo asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

Kan wasn't really sure what he was asking. Was he asking because he just wanted confirmation that she was telling the truth? Or was it something more? She weighed her options of what to say, biting into her bottom lip with her eyebrows pinched. She couldn't just admit to her affections for him right now if that wasn't what he was after.

Instead, she took her hands away from his face, sitting back of her heels with a shy look on her face, “Yes, anyone”

Kan stood up and grabbed the medkit, taking it back over to the desk and placing it in the draw.

“You stay here tonight, I'll take your bunk” She said, turning around to meet Echo's intense gaze once more.

“No, I'm fine, I'll-” He was interrupted by his own sharp intake of breath as he tried to stand.

Kan smiled at him knowingly and walked over, placing her hands on his shoulder to keep him rooted to the bed.

“Please, stay here” She insisted.

She found herself lost in Echo's eyes. So many emotions were flitting through them and she couldn't keep track. She absent-mindedly began rubbing her thumb along his bare collarbone, before she realised what she was doing and pulled away.

“I'll see you tomorrow” She nodded to him, leaving quickly and shutting the door behind her.

Echo let out a breath that he didn't realise he was holding and laid back on the bed. His mind was full to the brim with every thought he’d had about Kan since meeting her.

Her distinct scent enveloped him as he crawled into her bunk. He inhaled deeply, letting it take him over and overpower him, washing away his troubled thoughts, and eventually letting it lull him into a peaceful sleep.

[lambtotheslaughterr]

Awake

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

PART FOUR

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART THREE | SERIES MASTERLIST | PART FIVE

[THIS SERIES WILL CONTAIN INACCURATE MEDICAL CONDITIONS. I HAVE CERTAINLY MADE THIS DISEASE UP & DO NOT CLAIM ANY OF IT TO BE ACCURATE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DNFI]

a reminder that Rafe uses the alias Adrian in this story

It was surreal. Being kissed. Adrian kissing you. It was in that moment that you were grateful for your long term amnesia. This was the kiss of all kisses. It breathed life into you. 

You gasped into the kiss, Adrian taking the opportunity to delve his tongue into the cave of your mouth. Your fingers gripped the sides of his jacket, unsure if you were hanging onto him for your own stability or because you wanted him pressed closer.

The cold wall of your building met your back as Adrian pushed up against it. You grunted softly to which Adrian moaned somewhere deep within his chest. 

His hands found your wrists, moving them to your sides, keeping them locked against his grip & the wall behind you. 

Adrian continued to kiss you heatedly, hardly giving you a chance to keep up. You could feel yourself growing dizzy. You didn’t want it to stop, you wanted it to go & go & go. But a lot was happening. Even though it was good, made you feel good, you needed to slow down.

“Adrian…” You breathed, breaking the kiss. His lips hovered just over yours. You could tell he was holding back, you were too. 

“I have to go.” Adrian’s fingers gripped your wrist tighter, almost painfully, but then the feeling disappeared as he took a step back.

You watched in a daze as he ran a hand through his loosely styled brown hair. He didn’t look at you, instead peering almost angrily at the cement.

“I’m sorry. I…” But the words died on your tongue. What could you say? That you needed to slow down because this was your first kiss? But that would technically be a lie too. Then you’d have to explain why that was only a half-truth. You weren’t ready for that.

“Somewhere to be at one in the morning?” His question surprised you, mostly because of the tone that came with it. 

The answer was actually yes, you needed to clock in for your hours on the warm-line. But again, comes the questions of why you work a job so late at night. 

As you stood there, mulling all this over, you realized how fast the two of you had moved. A kiss was fine, but there was something more there stirring beneath. The kiss felt a lot more than just that, it felt like a commitment, a promise. Fuck, you really needed to call your therapist. 

“I had fun.” You finally responded, choosing to ignore his snobbish question. “We should do it again soon.”

You meant it. But you decided you’d talk to your therapist before you saw Adrian again. You did want to see him though. More of him, as much as you could. It was already a task having to stop kissing him. A sinking feeling formed in the pit of your stomach as you briefly thought about how far it may have gone if you hadn’t stopped it.

When Adrian finally raised his eyes from looking at the ground, meeting your own, you saw something that unsettled you. It appeared as if he was deeply & rightfully upset with you. It made your chest feel hollow & cold. You had done nothing wrong… so why?

“I’ll call you.” 

With that, you pushed yourself off from the wall, practically speed walking to the front doors of your building. But you hadn’t made it before something stopped you, gently yanking you backwards.

“_____, wait, I’m sorry.” Adrian rushed out as he turned you to face him. 

You resisted his pull, but he was stronger, forcing you to stay.

“I thought you were just trying to get away from me.” He half scoffed, half laughed, though his eyes were apologetic. “I mean, where do you have to go at one in the morning? But still. I was a dick. I’m sorry.”

You swallowed down a lump that had formed in your throat. Licking you lips, you contemplating telling him that you did have somewhere to go: work. But you didn’t want to explain. Not yet. 

“I shouldn’t need a reason to go, Adrian.” Your voice shook as you defended your reasoning, “You should respect that.”

“I know, I know. I just…” He sighed, his eyes staring solemnly into yours, “I don’t want you to go.”

Your heart fluttered at his statement. You felt your muscles relax. Shaking your head, you offered a small smile, “I’m just across the street. I’m not far.”

“Feels like it.” Adrian responded quickly.

You pressed your lips together, loosening his grip on your arm to gently intertwine your fingers with his, “I had fun. And I like you, too.”

That made him smile, the sweet one that made you swoon the first time you met him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes playfully, “I’ll call you, okay?”

“Yeah.” He sighed softly, clearly disappointment but he braved another smile for your sake, “Sweet dreams, _____.”

“Goodnight, Adrian.”

You couldn’t breathe. You tried to scream but your throat was burning. Nothing was coming out. It was dark, complete darkness. And cold. You couldn’t see your own hands in front of you. Still though, you reached, grasping for anything. You could feel your heart racing. Is this what death felt like? God, you just wanted to breathe.

Then suddenly, your hand breached something. So you went towards it. 

A gasp escaped you as you emerged from the depths of a black ocean. The sky above you was gray yet cloudless. Your legs kicked below you as you fought against the rough currents. It was hard to tell where you were.

You couldn’t swim, your body too cold to function properly. It was so, so cold. 

Then you noticed your hands as you held them just above the surface of the water. They were bloodied, scratched, nails broken. A shudder absorbed you. 

A crack of thunder sounded above you & the sky suddenly went black. The waves grew rougher. You tried to fight them but water kept getting into your mouth. You could feel yourself sinking again. 

You kicked your legs, fighting with all your might to stay above. The waves grew taller, until they were thrashing you around. Another crack of thunder followed by a lightning strike. 

And then something grabbed you. From below. It wrapped firmly around your ankle & yanked. You disappeared under the waves, returning to the darkness.

The burning in your throat began. You swung your limbs but it was freezing. The entity kept pulling you further down. 

You opened your mouth, a scream reading from your throat.

“No!” You cried, shooting up in your bed. You coughed, grabbing your neck to ensure that you were breathing. 

The room was dark, reminding you of your nightmare. You swung your legs over the side of your bed & flicked on the light. The time on your phone said it was just a little past 7 in the morning. You hadn’t been sleeping long. 

Holding your head in your hands, you continued to calm your breathing. It had been too long since you had that nightmare. For the longest time it was all you dreamt about. Your therapist said it was your subconscious reliving your accident. 

But this one was different. In your old nightmare you were just repeatedly thrashed against a cliff-face until you woke up screaming. This time, you were dragged under. 

You sat for some time, the nightmare prevalent in your mind. You knew you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep—which irritated you more than anything. It was too early in the day to be awake. You’d have to find ways to not fall back asleep.

Begrudgingly getting out of bed, you slipped into the hallway leading to your kitchen. The blinds were drawn throughout the apartment in time for the rising sun, thought it was gray these days. 

You made some tea & sat on the lounger in the living room, listening intently to the sounds of the world waking up outside. You inhaled slowly, breathing in deeply the scent of your tea. The horns & rumbling of distance trains became an early morning cacophony. But then, in the midst of it. 

It wasn’t clear at first, just under the surface of the city soundtrack. But it slowly made its way to you. 

This time, you knew the piece being played. 

It was Frank Bridge’s Piano Sonata H.160.

Chills ran up your spine. You sat up, your nearly empty cup of tea dangling loosely from your fingers. 

No. Against your better judgement, you approached your blackout blinds, fingering the sides of them, wanting to rip them down to peer across the street. But you held back, your breathing returning in a panic.

Piano Sonata was what your mother played for you. She said it was your favorite lullaby as a baby. It was one of the few things she did after your accident that soothed you. But you didn’t want it. You didn’t want to be soothed by what had soothed you before. That wasn’t you anymore. 

So your mother never played it for you again & that was the last you heard of it. 

Until now.

The piece abruptly stopped then. No fading or transition. Just a sudden stop in the middle of a movement. 

There was a ringing in your ears. You felt dizzy. You squeezed your eyes shut. 

Breathe. 

Then a ding.

You opened your eyes slowly. Another ding.

Your phone.

Licking your lips, you sped walked to the kitchen sink & placed your cup inside before making way to your bedroom. 

On your nightstand your phone was lit up. Checking it, you had a message. From Adrian.

Thinking of you.

You frowned. Something in your gut twisted. Your mind wandered, wondering…but you shook your head. He wasn’t the piano maestro. And it wasn’t strange that he was texting you this early. It was normal hours for him, anyway. 

Ignoring the message, you placed your phone face down & sat on your bed, reaching over for your laptop.

You needed to talk to your therapist.

It was the end of the week, a Friday to be exact. The Captain’s Quarters was expectedly busy. Adrian convinced you to come out to a pre-Halloween party at the bar. He too didn’t know anyone but wanted to see you. How could you say no?

You nearly did though. After you called up your therapist & had an unexpectedly long session, you figured it’d be best to keep your distance in the meantime.

You hadn’t told your therapist about Adrian, not wanting her to advise against it. If that were to be the case you knew it would likely be in your best interest, but damnit you were stubborn when it came to making your own decisions. 

Still though, your therapist was concerned. You could tell she knew that you weren’t telling her everything but she never pushed. When you told her about your nightmare, how it changed, she had asked if there had been any new major changes in your life.

You had replied sarcastically, “Moving.”

But the both of you knew it was something more. 

Her advise was to take a week off from work, stay in better contact with your family & friends, being to sure to take your medication consistently, as well as allowing yourself to be stuck with the lows of your condition. 

It was all things you had heard before but hearing them again certainly helped.

Adrian contacted you much during the week, most of the time you ignored him, wanting that distance. But the heart wanted what the heart wanted. When he invited you out to the Halloween party, you couldn’t find it in you to say no.

Plus, you wanted to dress up & have fun. Adrian was perfect for that.

So there you were, sitting at the end of the bar next to Adrian who wore a Burger King crown, & you threw together a haphazard costume trying to resemble Dizzy from the Descendants. 

Despite the bar being geared towards an older crowd, the crowd tonight was surprisingly younger. Adrian & you fit in perfectly. 

Much to your chagrin, the bartender who was bitchy to you last time was behind the counter but because it was a Friday night, you were served mostly by a different bartender who was a lot more pleasant. 

You allowed yourself one drink tonight, taking your therapists advice a little bit more serious than usual. The gin & tonic was sweet, the lime a nice touch. You sipped on it slowly, wanting it to last as long as it could.

Adrian sat adjacent to you at the corner of the bar, his second beer nearly empty. He was laughing at some patrons who were seated nearby, clearly drunk.

You followed his line of sight, noticing that a Fox was miserably hitting on a gothic countess. You smiled in embarrassment for the guy. 

“I’m relieved you came tonight.” Adrian shared suddenly. Your smile fell.

You frowned, nervously picking at the straw in your drink, “Oh?”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” He teased, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the bar, “You’ve been dodging me all week.”

Your stomach churned at his accusation. In a way, he wasn’t wrong. But in another way, he was way off. His tone suggested you were avoiding him because of him, when really it was because of you. 

Your lids fluttered as you stumbled trying to find your words, “Oh, no. I, uh. I wasn’t dodging you.”

Adrian perched is eyebrows, not believing you.

“Not like that, anyway.” You sighed, taking a small sip of your drink. 

“Sorry, I just. I’m kind of going through something & wasn’t in the headspace for—well, for this.” You admitted.

He nodded, his eyes focused on his beer as your words sunk in. You pressed your lips together, it was the truth. Technically you weren’t lying. But the more you actively kept parts of yourself from him the sicker it made you feel. This guy was just trying to get to know you, & he was honest about his intention. Where could you even begin to return the favor?

“Okay.” Adrian said monotoned, “Everything okay?”

You opened your mouth to answer but then closed it. You shrugged your shoulders, “Could be a lot better if I’m being honest. But this is a good start.”

You gestured to the energetic atmosphere of the bar & smiled at Adrian, “Really, I mean it. I’ll admit I was weary to come back here but I’m happy I did.”

Adrian gave a half-smile, his eyes twinkling, “Me too. Honestly, I don’t know what the hell you are but you’re cute. Real cute.”

The compliment out of the blue forced you to blush. You lowered your chin, taking a big sip of your drink. It was nearly empty & it was barely past eight. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled around your straw. 

Chilly Down from the Labyrinth began playing at that moment. The crowd erupted with excitement & people began to form their own dance floor. You giggled at the action now having sucked down your gin & tonic.

Adrian propped his hand up on the bar in your direction, “The king requests a dance with the eccentric maiden.”

Instinctively you wanted to stay no, but before you could properly think about it, you placed your hand in his, a wide smile stretching across your face. 

Adrian spun you into the middle of the floor, the two of you easily falling into the growing crowd. You danced as best as you could to the song, what with it being a bit more sporadic then you would’ve liked. But Adrian kept it going. 

One hand was loosely on your waist as you two hopped about, uncaring of anyone who may be looking. But guessing by the surrounding dancers, no one paid you a glance. 

You had to give it to the only alcoholic drink you had tonight. It certainly helped you loosen up. Adrian & you danced for what felt like hours, until there was a light sheen of sweat across your skin. 

There was one point that made your pulse jump. Adrian had your back to him, pressing himself firmly against you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck & it sent shockwaves throughout your body. 

It was at that moment that you were unsure if it was the alcohol, your unexplored inhibitions, Adrian’s boldness, or even all of the above, that made you grip his hands. With a firm grasp, you spun around, gazed up at Adrian with hooded eyes, then leaned in.

Adrian’s mouth was hot & wet, making you moan quietly into it. You felt as one of his hands gripped the back of your head, pressing his mouth harshly against your own. You pulled back, catching your breath, but you hardly got any before Adrian sealed the distance again. 

You gasped into his mouth, your chest being crushed against his own as his arms wrapped securely around your body. You completely forgot about where you were, how many people you were surrounded by. It felt so good. It felt so so good. To not be you for once.

Not the old you who felt pressured to come out of hiding from family, or even the you that was born into this stranger’s life. In that moment, you were in absolute bliss, sharing a heated kiss with one of the most good-looking guys you had ever laid your eyes on.

For a second time, you pulled away, & pulled enough away to really look at Adrian. His eyes were heavy as they peered longingly at your mouth. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. You hadn’t ever been looked at that way before, but you knew it the second you saw it. It made your knees weak. It also made you nervous.

Adrian had just begun to close the distance when something shoved into your backside, knocking you forward. For a split second the wind was knocked out of you. You gasped, your hands shooting directly to your diaphragm. 

It made you think of your nightmare. The bar scene blurred around you, as you balanced yourself against the corner of the bar. You closed your eyes, the burning in your lungs making you panic. The dark waves returned. It was too loud. You needed to breathe, you needed to get out.

To your luck though, your lungs began to slowly let air in, short shallow gasps escaping your mouth as you breathed in as much air as your lungs could allow. As the seconds, which felt like long agonizing minutes, ticked by, the world around you became more clear.

As your vision focused & the bar noise became clearer, you were confused to hear shouting. Still pressing your hands to your front, you slowly turned around in response to the roaring of voices.

Much to your surprise—and horror—you noticed Adrian in the midst of a fight against another guy. A majority of people were trying to break it up, but no one could get Adrian off the guy.

Rushing forward, your breathing long forgotten, you pushed your way through the throng of costumes to get to Adrian.

By the time you reached him, you reached forward to grab his arm, the one that was repeatedly swinging downwards to make contact with the other guy’s face.

“Adrian, stop!” You tried to shout but your voice was still hoarse & too muffled among all the shouting.

Elbowing others, you grabbed Adrian again, this time firmer, with both hands. In a blind rage, Adrian paused momentarily to turn & shove you off him. Pushed backwards over people’s feet, you fell to your butt. It was only then that Adrian realized who he has pushed. 

You winced slightly from the impact that your hands managed to catch you on, your wrists sore from the fall. In another flashing moment, Adrian was in front of you, pulling you to your feet as gently as he could in the sea of people & excitement.

“_____, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” He was breathing heavily, his face flushed red & slick with sweat. 

You looked over his shoulder, the people behind either checking on the man still on the floor or glaring daggers into Adrian’s back as he tended to you with care, much unlike the unbridled fury he was consumed by just moments ago. 

“What happened?” You could barely hear your own voice in the atmosphere of the bar. So much had happened in a short amount of time that you were having a hard time getting your bearings together.

Before Adrian could answer you, a bartender appeared—a man—gripping Adrian’s shoulder & yanking him away from you.

“You’re outta here, kid.” Adrian resisted against the man who was much bigger than he was as he got dragged out of the bar. 

In a rush to catch up to him, you quickly returned to the bar to get yours & Adrian’s things. You had just slipped your phone into your bag when the bartender whom you didn’t like that much handed you a wet rag. There was a mild look of concern on her face as she peered at you.

Her mouth moved but you couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Sorry.” You responded.

“Don’t apologize to me. It’s that boy who should be apologizing to you.” She nodded to the rag on the bar, “Your nose is bleeding, kid.”

“What?” Bringing your fingers to your nose, a tender pain flared. When you pulled your fingers away there was indeed blood.

“I don’t…” You didn’t recall hitting your nose on anything but the pain you felt said otherwise.

“When that guy knocked into you, you smacked your face on the edge here.”

You shook your head, but all you could remember was just not being able to breathe. You accepted the rag & brought it to your nose, titling your head back.

“That kid sure has a violent streak. Was he like this down south?” The bartender asked as she took yours & Adrian’s half-empty beer glasses. 

You hiked your bag further up over your shoulder, shaking your head once, “I wouldn’t know.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, “No? I thought you two were from the same town.”

Titling your head back to eye-level, you pulled the rag away from your face, a twist forming in your chest, “We’re both from the South, but that’s all I know.”

“So you’re not from Kildare?”

Your throat went dry, your nose long forgotten. The bar around you slowed & quieted as you felt your head spin. The only thing you could focus on was how heavy your lungs felt. 

“You sure you’re alright? Need me to call you a cab?” Her voice was muted, but you managed to shakily leave the rag on the bar & turn around, navigating your way outside.

As soon as you stepped into the chilly October air, you inhaled deeply, letting yourself rest against the brick face of the bar. 

How would she know Kildare? How would Adrian? You had never told him where you were from…had you? God, you couldn’t remember. You shouldn’t have drank as much as you did. Now everything was blurring together. But you couldn’t have told him. It was your past. You never spoke about your past.

The twisting in your chest spread to your stomach, making you nauseous. Despite how cool it was outside, & how late, you felt overheated. You needed to get home. 

You were about to head back inside the bar to have the bartender call you a cab when you heard your name being called. 

Across the street, through hazy eyes, you could make out Adrian in his ridiculous costume. Your lips parted as he crossed the street, jogging over to you.

“Adrian…” You began but he pulled you into him before you could say more. When your nose connected with his shoulder you winced, pulling away.

“Hey hey, are you okay?” He held your face to inspect you, noting your nose. “Shit. That fucking guy, I should’ve broken his nose for this.”

“Stop. I’m fine.” You shrugged out of his hold, peering at him with narrowed eyes. You huffed, unsure how to look at him. 

“What happened in there?” You questioned, gesturing to the door of the bar, “One second everything was fine & the next you’re a hurricane.”

Adrian pressed his lips together, his nostrils flared as he glared at the bar, “Some asshole fucking shoved you, _____. He got what he had coming.”

“Was it an accident?” You asked. Adrian remained quiet, his eyes on the cement, “Adrian, was it an accident?”

“I don’t know! I don’t. Someone put their hands on you, that’s all I saw.”

You sighed heavily, the pain in your nose returning as you sniffled. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head, “You need to go, Adrian.”

“What?” His eyes met your own, “No, _____, I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to shove you.”

“I don’t care that you shoved me, Adrian!” You raised your voice, “I care that I know nothing about you. And that apparently one of things I should know is that you do this. You get into fights over something small.”

“Someone hurting you isn’t small.”

“We’re at a bar! It’s Halloween. Everyone has been drinking. It was an accident. And you could’ve killed him! What were you hoping to achieve?”

As your breath left in pants, you shook your head, “Look. I’m going inside & I’m getting a cab & you can walk it off. Or whatever it is you do after you beat someone to a pulp. But I’m going home. Alone.”

“_____. No, I—“

“Yes, Adrian.” You interrupted, your voice firm, “What happened wasn’t okay.” 

Neither is the secret you’re keeping, you wanted to add but didn’t want to make an accusation without more facts. Tonight, right then, you were not in the head space for it.

“Go home.”

“How will I know you made it home okay?” He asked when you turned your back on him. You shook your head, looking over your shoulder to frown at him, “You don’t get to know everything.”

With that, you swung open the door & disappeared inside, leaving Adrian on the outside wanting in.

Part Four of Awake (finally).

Hey all, took a brief unexpected hiatus there due to midterms then the holidays then finals then this bullshit thing called life? I'm sure you've heard of it. Anyway! Back to school today for winter term & I'm hoping to have this be a better time for me to stay dedicated to this blog. Even though I haven't been updating, I have been writing so I'm hoping to get some other goodies on here soon.

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Oh boy did today's episode make anybody nervous? Moon's still emotionally drained from his breakdown and we're immediately met with Molten, who has completed his mission and now has nothing to do, we don't know were Ruin is or who Molten's creator is, and that just further adds to the tension But what took the cake was Moon, he immediately became angry, demanding answers of Molten who, if we were to believe what they said, physically isn't allowed to say because of a program their creator installed in them, and Moon's response was to start going off about being judge-jury-executioner and threatening to scrub Molten's code(which sounds less like extracting data like what Moon was doing with Ruin and more like ripping out the information, which could go very wrong for Molten, and Sun points that out) Then when Sun(who had immediately gone quiet and scared from the yelling again) tried to stop Moon, Moon started going off about the whole "we're robots" thing, and what was that? Like yes he and Sun and the others are robots, artificial beings who would technically be locked down and have information extracted at the whim of their makers at any time, but that doesn't make it right, even if Molten isn't fully sapient at least they seem to be able to feel complex existential emotions, so what was his point in trying to justify a code scrub like that? Thankfully he listened to Sun's words to hold off and interrogate Molten instead(who also didn't fight and shut themselves down, making themselves vulnerable), but it makes me wonder if this is a result of his talk with Old Moon, specifically what Old Moon said about "you're holding yourself back", and with how desperate New Moon is for a way to bring back Solar maybe he internalized that, hence jumping to a vicious solution like a data scrub on somebody who so far hasn't done as much as some of their villains have, New Moon is smart, he doesn't think he is but he is, he just arguably has less experience than Old Moon if we were to consider how long each was around, and New Moon is dealing with even more threats than Old Moon had, so of course it would feel like he's failing, but that conversation...He listened to Sun at the very least, and didn't do anything like threaten Sun like Old Moon might've whenever Sun would try to stop him from doing something cruel or rash, but it is worrying that it seems like New Moon might backslide when under this much pressure Who knows maybe that's just the paranoia talking, what does everyone think?

Hiii!~ so I just saw the ep today- cuz honestly? I want to see what Eclipse pla in is at the moment- and see if i care to stay haha but alas! im with you- the hell was that "we are robots!" talk to justify him being as low as humans- if we are mean to belive in this universe- robots have to right- mean to obey- and serve- yet few robot have been LUCKY to be sentient and more LUCKY to have magic to get out of trouble.. why is Moon acting like can just be this cruel? that felt too weird- what- because he is emotionally tired and depresso he gets to literally manhandle and invate a poor's robots mind and body? oh but then "Ruin doesnt deserve to sit all alone while slowly dying!" um sorry-- what?? I feel that talk with his old self made him try to BE like him- but " better too" yet right now? he's being an asshole- in my view because what right does HE have to not only Keep the crimal- but also choose how and when he dies! why does he think only HE has the bigger lost and only HE will be the savior- we know he knows other Universes with other Moon's (since he had stated to have travel in the past) hell Reverse Eclipse may be still alive if that universe is anything close to their Universe (if I remember- Ruin said their creator was an odd one- but never said unique!) overall! dont like that Moon wants to justify not lettings others- with better judgement and no emotional attachment to Ruin- handle his fate,the Justice that all of those dimentions deserve because yes- even IF he gets to save those tho died- still HE has No Right to play Judge- thats not his place- others affected whould also be able to have a say.. also I hated that the fist thing he does is - harm- yell- demand- thats so Old Moon of him.. and is sad -because he was showing to be so different- when he Meet Reversed Eclipse? he was polite- sure he wasnt as bias as he was before re-meeting Eclipse- yet still I loved he was polite and I do understand he is working his ass out- but still - he cant be this cruel to someone CLEARLY not well- im all on Sun side- dont fall low- be better than that- Sun can see this robot is only a servant to someone else who is no longer there to guide em- Im so glad Sun was there- he is the most emotinally smart one of the two.. but yes! what do you guys think? Im with anon here- I mostly rushed my view on it- since again- I care more of Eclipse plan- but- what did you guys felt?

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In which a miracle happens...

Sawada Iemitsu apologizes. I present to you the rarest of occurrences in KHR-fandom--Sawada Iemitsu getting a passing grade in parenting (still only barely scraping by, mind you, but still, a miracle). (Full fic on AO3)

note: Basil’s internal monologue is both surprisingly snarky and only occasionally old-fashioned.

“Anata has told me so much about you, but this is the first time we have met.” Nana poured us all tea, “I can imagine that it took some effort to make time off work—you must be so busy all the time!”

“Yes. About that.” Oregano said stiffly. “We are technically here on the job.”

Turmeric picked up her train of thought, smiling as he put his hand on hers, “By which we mean that we are here as emotional support for Iemitsu-shishou. He wants to tell you something.”

“Ara?” Nana turned to sir.

Unseen by her, we also looked expectantly at him.

“Ah, Nana!” He took a deep breath. He couldn’t meet her eyes. “I need to say—I’m sorry.”

Nana looked up from her unpacking of the endless supply of macarons with a cheerful smile. “What do you mean?”

“When Tsu-kun was five.” Sir began.

He stopped. He swallowed. He couldn’t continue.

Cues? I mouthed.

Oregano indicated her backpack, but Turmeric signed wait with the tapping of his fingers on his mug and pushed the plates Nana had forgotten towards us.

“Do you remember my boss?” He tried again.

“Yes.” Nana said. The air felt charged, like the moment before the first strike of lightning in a gathering storm. “I remember him with Tsu-kun.”

“I should have done more.” A decent start.

“En?”

“The Sealing hurt Tsuna. I shouldn’t have let him do it. And it’s still hurting Tsuna. I should have done something sooner.”

The quiet clunk of a mug being set on the table.

“Tsu-kun is shy.” The Lady said, “He doesn’t like to speak, and is scared of people. I took him out of kindergarten because he had no friends and only felt more lonely there, and elementary school has not been any better for him. He doesn’t want to eat. He still comes home crying, sometimes.”

“Ah…” Sir was torn between hiding behind his silly face and flinching at my lady’s narration, shying away from pain. Press forward, lord, as a needle pushes through the flesh of a wound.

I held his gaze in steadiness and pushed the open box of macarons toward him, tranquil Rain weighing down flighty fairground smoke with the clarity of what must be done. Oregano’s Clouds bolstered his courage, and Turmeric’s Sun-Storm was a blaze of strength to break through reticence and hesitation.

Iemitsu chewed and swallowed slowly—a brief respite.

“It is my fault.” He said, borrowing from my stillness and Oregano’s focus and Turmeric’s determination, “I was scared, I needed to choose between Nono and you, and I didn’t want to. I was wrong, and I ran away, and left my son to suffer and my wife to pay the price. I’m going to do my best to fix it.”

“How can you?” Nana asked, “Our son has learned that the world is unkind. The world has learned that he is easy to hurt. How can we reverse that? How can we teach our son that he can do more than hide? And what is the alternative? You told me about the other life he could have led, and I do not want it for my son.”

“There’s more to it now.” Sir said, crumbling the remains of his macaron between his fingers. “Guys?”

“Circumstances have changed.” Oregano leaned forward, putting her hands on the table. “Shishou has chosen his obligations to you, so we have turned from the Ninth. Given that we are responsible for monitoring Giotto’s line, we can simply fail to inform him that his containment measures have failed. Your son will not be forced into our world the moment we Unseal him.”

“To whit.” I continued, “Sessha’s investigations have revealed a method of circumventing the necessity of Vongola Nono-dono’s blessing. There are two parts to it: the first involves helping the Young Master cultivate close relationships with his peers; the second—” I bowed my head, “—demands that he feel himself to be in such danger that he breaks his own limits.”

“Put our son in danger?” My lady had barely acknowledged me before turning the full force of her attention onto her husband, her Will splitting the table open with swiftly-spreading fractures growing from where her fingers rested delicately on the wood.

Between Turmeric and Oregano, we had managed to hammer out a more conservative plan than what I would have devised—empathy in childcare was rather lacking in me, given my unique upbringing.

Sir squirmed, taking apart another cookie. “That’s why everything’s gotten so complicated right now! I don’t know what I should do. I’ve got a few things figured out, but I need to ask you about the rest. Tsu-kun should be kept safe, he’s a baby!”

Turmeric finally took pity on our boss, or maybe had reached the end of his patience. He set his mug down. “What shishou means is that while the second part of our strategy bears refining,” Which was an infuriatingly mild way to put it, if Nana’s sharp-sweet smile was any indication, “It would do young Tsunayoshi good to make some friends he can trust, no matter how we intend the situation to progress from there.”

Friends, Guardians, Coterie. People who would accept the Young Master for who he was, who would stand with him against the world. Hayato, Bianchi’s little brother, whose distrust—contempt—of adults would serve to support Tsunayoshi in the face of this community’s implicit acceptance of his suffering. Yamamoto Takeshi, who was in a similar situation to him, relative to legacies and family secrets, would be someone who had shared similar experiences. Hibari Kyoya, whose reputation would suffice before the Young Master established his own, and Sasagawa Ryohei, as an older peer.

I knew them as well as anyone could without observing them myself, and I could see how they would connect further to each other—Hayato would be suspicious of anyone grown, but he had been saved by his sister. He would trust another elder sibling. Hibari Kyoya would be drawn to the master swordsman with his sword hidden in his sushi shop. Sports would bring the dormant Sun and Rain together. Fighting, history and myth, shared betrayals. So much common ground, and a peaceful environment in which to grow. It was such a fortunate coincidence that the estranged lines of the First Generation had come—(3, counted my Ring, a stutter in my thoughts)—no, been brought together to Namimori (There would be a price for such a boon).

“And?” Nana pressed, as furious as she had been since the start, her smile still as perfect as a porcelain doll’s, “Will they stay his friends? And even if they do, even if they will protect Tsu-kun against bullies, what about his teachers? What about the neighbours? What about the future, when he needs to go out and find a job? What will they do then?”

What about his teachers? What about their neighbours? Oregano and I tilted our heads in unison, then righted them as we looked to the couple at the head of the table—Nana also shared in the shame of her son, though naturally, she would only refer to it obliquely with us present.

“Basil-kun has looked to history, and found us one way forward.” Turmeric said, to my surprise. I had thought that we were going the social engineering route to slowly shape Namimori to our liking, with some under-the-table dealing with the Hibari if necessary. “But I have been investigating a few current advances in technology, and I believe it may be possible to undo Nono’s work without resorting to such traumatizing measures.”

What advances in technology? The Vongola had a vested interest in controlling access to Flame, there was little incentive for research in that area, apart from—the Estraneo! Of course Turmeric would have taken an interest in what they had discovered.

“Very well.” Nana took a sip of tea and a bite from her cookie, apparently mollified, and clasped her hands together, “I see that you have a nice plan for fixing Tsu-kun! But what about his future? Will he be able to have a good life?”

“For some time, at least.” Sir winced, “Nami isn’t completely isolated from the outside world, so word’s going to get out in the end. What we can do is delay that point until Tsu-kun can make his own choices.” —he had perfectly parroted one of the sentences we had drilled him in, I noted in amusement— “Then, he can either fake his death with his friends, or join his dear old dad!”

…we had had no hand in that statement.

“How exciting!” My Lady exclaimed.

But Oregano, having worked through her third box of sweets, played the Devil’s Advocate. “There were three heirs to the Ninth, and with one dead, there are two remaining. There is a possibility that they find themselves out of the running, in which case the inheritance passes back to Giotto’s line, namely, your son.”

Nana narrowed her eyes. “Will that happen?”

The Tri-ni-sette. The ancient Giglio Nero, who traced their history to birth of the Roman Kingdom and the establishment of the Vestal Office, Giotto who had been gifted the Vongola Rings to sanctify his rule as if he was Arthur honoured by Caliburn, the Arcobaleno who were accepted as fixtures despite having had predecessors. Someone or something had brought the Tenth Generation together for a reason, and they would not let it live in peace.

Sir chuckled nervously, “I’ll try not to let it!”

He made a dramatic show of heartbreak, “Even if I want to avenge our little family!”

We laughed, the tension dispelled.

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Haircuts and Happy Endings

Summary: Spencer's partner is taken off guard when they see his new haircut

Word Count: 1450

Note: Ahh so this is written for Nat!! I hope you feel better & thank you for converting me to reason lol

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader | Rating: Sexually Suggestive (implied/fade to black sex)

Haircuts & Happy Endings

Some weeks, you could go days without seeing Spencer. You hate the days when you wake up to a cold bed and a silent apartment. It only makes you yearn for the mornings when coffee is brewing in the kitchen and books are waiting to be read.

Sadly, this week is starting to look like one of those long, lonely weeks. Talking on the phone and near constant texting can hardly cut it.

You just simply, miss Spencer.

You miss him so much that you neglect to read your book because you much rather read it sitting on opposite sides of the couch. The pair of you would choose a night spent reading over any date outside of the apartment. But the moment Spencer gets back, you'll be insisting to take him on a date outside of the apartment as well as an overgenerous amount of time spent inside the apartment, specifically the bedroom. It is hard to be annoyed at your boyfriend for never being home when he's out risking his life for the most vulnerable.

Technically, Spencer isn't away this week. He's just loaded with paperwork and lectures at Fredericksburg College, which means he slips out of bed at 5:00 am and slips into bed around 12:00 am. Each time, he does manage to kiss your forehead, but most times you're just still sleeping or too tired to wait up.

At this point, you're just too tired of all these near misses. You want those lazy mornings spent drinking coffee and eating pastries and reading books you've always wanted to read. You want those late nights spent loving each other how you've dreamt of being loved.

So, you're hellbent on waiting up for him. Even if you're notorious for knocking out before 10:00 pm on most days.

You've prepared yourself with three coffees, a pile of books, and re-runs of medical shows that make Spencer cringe with inaccuracies. Usually, you'd run your hands through his hair and tell him it's just for the drama. He'd roll his eyes and tell you that you can watch it only if you braid his hair.

And of course, you'd agree.

The show plays in the background, a quiet hum of comfort to your otherwise lonely night. All these days spent alone help your case for adopting a cat with Spencer. You know you can totally convince him with more promises of braiding his hair.

Checking your phone, you see that Spencer texted that he was on his way home twenty seven minutes ago. Given that you live a half hour from his work, you expect him to be home really soon. Reading your book and even watching re-runs of your favorite medical drama proves to be futile as you anxiously await Spencer's arrival.

Luckily, thinking about Spencer coming home is an excellent way to let the time pass. The next thing you know, you hear the door knob rattle as he makes his way in. Usually, you're long asleep, but suddenly the energy from all that caffeine proves true. You swing your feet out from under the blankets, rushing to meet Spencer at the door.

"Spencer!" you call, not caring that you look totally ridiculous running in your mismatch pajamas. You just missed him so much.

There's something....wrong.

You take him in. His eyes look the same, honey brown and slightly green. His smile is the same, sweet and kind. But his hair.

His hair. It's short?

"Y/N, god, I've missed you so much, darlin-" Spencer says, holding his hands out to you for what you know would be a bone crushing hug.

You stop him in his tracks, pushing your palm against his chest as you look him up and down.

"What the hell did you do you do to your hair?" you say, your voice rising a couple octaves as your realize exactly what he's done.

"I cut it?" Spencer says, sheepishly shrugging his shoulders as he realizes you've never seen his new hair yet.

"No shit, Sherlock," you say, walking around him in a circle to check out the new style, "It's so short. Oh my god, Spencer,"

"Y/N, it's just hair," Spencer chides, attempting to grab your hand as your continue to circle him, "It's just hair, darling,"

You shake your head, clearly still shocked about the new hair. It's so much shorter than it was just last week. His curls used to fall down passed his ears in brown waves, but now they lay restlessly on the top of his head. You can't say you don't like it. For all you care, he can be bald or dye it neon green and with a mohawk and you'd still be ridiculously in love with him.

"I just-"you say, this time too caught off guard to slip out of Spencer's grasp, "Hey!" you shout as Spencer's hands rest against your waist.

"I guess I forgot to tell you," Spencer says, smiling because he knows better than you that that is a complete lie.

You loop your hands around his neck, unable to hide the smile that forms on your face. You sigh, so happy that Spencer's finally home.

"What?" he says, quickly kissing your cheek. You thread your fingers through is now considerably shorter hair.

"You're just really handsome, Spencer," you tell him, "But, I'm just going to miss braiding your hair," you admit, laying your head against his chest as you both begin to sway without music. His hands rest against your back, drawing shapes through the fabric of your tee shirt.

"Ha!" he shouts, chuckling loudly that you can feel the vibrations against your cheek, "So you did like it?"

"I loved it," you admit, "At least we still have photographic evidence of it," you tell him, referencing the countless polaroid photos you've taken of Spencer with his hair braided in all sorts of ways.

"Well, I'm glad you'll like it," Spencer says, "And I'll promise to take you to that bookstore tomorrow,"

"What as a way to make up for chopping off all your beautiful, beautiful hair?" you tease, "You know what you really could do?" you ask, lifting your head so Spencer knows you're serious.

"Anything," Spencer says, his eyes looking both earnest and exhausted as he looks at you.

"A cat," you say, "I want a cat. Maybe two,"

"Hmm, a cat? As long as I can pick the name," Spencer says, "Something like Sherlock or Darcy or Jules, if he's an energetic cat, maybe"

"Really?" you say, "That easily? You'll get a cat with me?"

Spencer kisses your forehead, mumbling the words into your skin as he whispers, "Of course, I would,"

You reach for his hand and squeeze it twice. Leading him to the bedroom, Spencer follows immediately, very ready for what's bound to be a marathon sleep.

"I thought you were going to say I can make it up you by asking you to marry me," Spencer whispers so quietly you're not even sure you heard him say it, "And I would have said yes, no hesitation,"

You blink. Unsure if you've actually heard what you thought you heard. This time Spencer squeezes your hand and you wonder if he thinks it's to remind you to breath.

"Spence," you choke out, "Is this you? Are you asking me..."

"Yes, Y/N. This is me asking you to marry me in a very confusing way," he admits, "Will you marry me, Y/N?"

You don't even answer him. You just fling yourself at him, not caring that he tumbles backward onto the bed on top of the pile of books and snacks that allowed you to stay up this late. When you kiss him it's as magical as you imagined. It's all teeth and your both overtired and drunk off each other. But it's magical.

"Yes," you breath into his mouth, "Yes, even though you cut your hair," you tease, sitting up so you straddle his waist.

Spencer's hands hover over your waist, just skimming the your skin. You look down at him, desperately wanting to freeze this moment in time.

"Suddenly," Spencer says, somehow siphoning the strength to flip you down on your back, "I'm not tired anymore," he finishes, as he crawls down the bed with his hands still holding your hands.

You smiling, ignoring the time on the clock and simply enjoying the night with your now fiancé.

Sleep, as it turns out is for the weak. Or, rather, at least for Saturday mornings when there's nothing to do.

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[twistedmusings]

I'm not going to request it now because requests are closed, but that Savanaclaw petting scenario was really cute and like,, Octavinelle petting and examining them

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A/N: If you can pinpoint the exact moment I started to slowly doubt my writing ability and how to write these characters, I will give you, the reader, 100 points. Cause man this was rough to write when you have writer's block q wq But anyways, this was when my requests were closed BUT I WANTED TO COME THROUGH WITH IT! I would like to dedicate it to @kirayamidemon since I read their comic and it was...excellent.

But in other news, I found out that eels like to be petted!

Warnings: Eel petting, Octopus petting and all three Octavinelle members feeling a certain way when you finally give them those pats.

[Floyd-Senpai: Shrimpy~! Meet us in the mirror room tonight! Azul says he wants to give you something!] 

Your eyes look down at your phone before pocketing it back into your jacket, taking another sip of the Coral Pink drink Floyd had made for you before you left Monstro Lounge as you reminisce back on the day you just had. 

Today has been probably the most successful day the Monstro Lounge has had in a while. You had offered up the idea to Azul while you two walked to the cafeteria, mentioning touching a manta ray once and how you didn’t expect them to be so slimy. He had looked at you curiously and asked if you had just been a curious child when you were growing up, but you told him that you used to go to a lot of aquariums and how you would go straight to the petting exhibit. 

And the moment you said petting exhibit, Azul already had cashed the idea in. 

Aquariums had been placed elegantly among the tables of Monstro Lounge tonight. The smaller aquariums on the tables were closed lid, giving the customers a chance to enjoy the little ecosystems Jade had personally made for the creatures Azul had brought in while partaking in their drinks and meals. It made for a killer Magicam picture and Azul had predicted with Vil’s and Cater’s attendance the hashtag #MonstroLoungeExperience would be trending by the time they reached the dinner rush.

It trended faster than they thought. 

Most foot traffic, however, came from the piece de resistance. 

In the middle of the Lounge, a large aquarium had been placed at foot level where various customers could reach down and pet larger animals such as sting rays, sturgeon fish, starfishes and sea cucumbers. All of them with little placards stating fun facts as well as little sections with a bunch of coral that made for another perfect Magicam photo opportunity. 

It had been an amazing experience and you felt like you had almost grown closer to the three Octavinelle students, which was always an ‘A+’ in your book. 

You were pretty sure you saw Azul smiling from ear to ear by the time they closed and Floyd and Jade looked physically exhausted from having to deal with so many customers. They had been busy from opening to closing with no breaks in between so you figured that they would want to rest. 

So getting a message from Floyd so late at night had been somewhat confusing. 

But you didn’t question it, the fact that Azul wants to give you something making you ever so curious. 

Who knows, maybe if the sea creatures were still around Azul could let you pet them some more? 

Out of everyone you had probably been the most excited for the petting exhibit and you had given him the idea so the possibility of playing more with the starfishes and manta rays pushed you to move faster. 

Finishing the last of your drink and throwing it away in the nearest trash can, you push open the doors to the mirror room with a smile--!  

Only to find nobody. 

“...huh.” 

You look around, not daring to call out either of their names since, technically, you weren’t even supposed to be here. The only thing you could do was take a few steps further, looking around as you try to make some sense of the situation. 

Why wouldn’t they meet you in Octavinelle? The Monstro Lounge was there, as well as all the creatures. Azul’s office was there as well so if he wanted to give you something he could have given it to you there, so why had Floyd asked to meet them in the Mirror room? You look around for a moment before frowning as the realization set in. 

It was a prank. 

“Dammit.” 

Of course. Why would Floyd even act this nice towards you if it wasn’t to lull you into a false sense of security? The table you had sat in today had a beautiful aquarium with a bunch of little shrimps floating around and the mereel, more than once, had opened the lid and stuck his hand inside to grab one of the shrimps and hang it over his open mouth. 

You thought he was just acting this way because he was stressed from working so much but he probably had just done it to tease you! With a huff, you pull out your phone and open up his contact number to give him a piece of your mind--! 

“Aha! Shrimpy is here!” 

Only to gag as the back of your jacket is grabbed by a slimy aquamarine hand, pulling you into the nearest mirror and leaving nothing but your phone laying on the ground. 

Floyd’s hands pull you into a hug the moment you are pulled into the water, laughing as he sees you thrashing around and pulling at the arms keeping you pressed close to him. 

“Ahhhh! Shrimpy stop moving!” 

The mereel squeezes you tight, smiling as he looks down at the moment you realize who is holding you and what you are able to do. 

He grins and wraps his tail around you, the fins brushing your fingertips as the shock slowly starts to die down and the curiosity starts to set in. Floyd’s eyes shine brighter under the sea, your hand going to your chest as you expected to drown immediately but finding it simple to breathe in and out. 

“What--?!”

“Finally!” 

“There we go~ Breathe in--”

You take a deep breath. 

“And out~” 

Your chest relaxes as Floyd giggles at how wide your eyes have gotten, letting you go with his arms but his tail wrapping around one of your legs and pulling you close to him once again. He smiles when your hands go up to inspect the fins on his ears but stop as if the situation was still highly unreal for you to believe. 

He guessed humans rarely got to see the sea during the night, but he was glad he got to show you this sight. Even if it was Azul’s idea in the first place. 

Looking around, you notice that you had been here before. 

It was the Coral Sea. 

You look back at the mereel as Floyd tilts his head at your confusion, smiling as he sees the shining in your eyes get brighter when you notice that the veins in his arms and the ones going up his neck are all shining in the moonlit water. 

“Floyd…” 

Ah. You really looked too cute. Especially when you were looking at him with so much wonder. Maybe he should just take you out further and hide near the corals, somewhere Jade nor Azul would look as he preens under your attention. 

He blinks as you break out of the spell long enough to point a finger at him. 

“You--! Why did you call me to the Mirror room so late! The last thing I need to do is get in trouble with the Headmaster!” 

Floyd frowns, “You didn’t get in trouble! I pulled you when I heard your voice! Why didn’t you call out to me!” 

“Because I couldn’t see tail nor fin of you!”

Both of you stop talking after your dumb joke, looking at each other with surprise before a giggle escapes your lips first, turning into a full blown laugh between you both as he takes your hand and presses it under the fins in his ears. 

“Shrimpy was so mean today. Petting all those creatures and ignoring everything else. It made me want to eat all of them up.” 

You smile and rub right under the juncture where fins meet skin, Floyd shivering as he pulls you closer to him. 

“Eels don’t eat any invertebrates, right? You guys are mostly carnivores.” 

He grins and gives you a small squeeze. You even knew of his diet? Why hadn’t you mentioned you knew some things about sea creatures. If you had, Floyd would have dragged you to the Coral Sea way before this! He smiles as your hands go all the way down to his neck, tracing each vein slowly but not going any further than his clavicle and choosing instead to run your fingers from his shoulder blades all the way to his Adam's apple. 

“Shrimpy is being too shy. Here!” 

You gasp as Floyd grabs your hand and helps you swim over to a pair of rocks, sitting you down on top as the bottom of his tail wrapped around your legs to keep you anchored. He laughs as he practically sits on you, choosing instead to lay the top half of his tail on your lap as you look down at the shiny, swishing fins. 

“Now you can touch as much as you’d like!” 

Floyd was ready to make a joke about how this would a much better petting experience for you but his eyes widen when he sees the wonder in yours, the smile in his face disappearing as he watches your fascination with his fins, running your fingers through his caudal fin and rubbing the edges with your hand. His hands twitch as you run yours up his tail, taking in the slimy but firm feeling before looking up at him and reaching out to cup his face with one hand. 

He presses his cheek against your palm, smiling as you scratch right over his ear fin and almost jumping up from the rock as you start to rub the appendage. 

“Shrimpy wait--” 

Shit, he almost bit his tongue. He could barely look into your curious eyes as his heart sped up, the most sensitive area of his body being played and inspected with being a far too new feeling for him to just laugh it off. 

Floyd bites his bottom lip as his tail squeezes your legs, closing his eyes as he felt several shivers go up his spine. It felt too good--

“Floyd?” 

The mereel slowly comes down from the high as he glares at the intruder, clicking his tongue as he saw who it was. 

A pair of identical eyes to Floyd’s turn in your direction, your hand pulling away from the other as you turned to greet Jade. 

“You certainly took them farther than I thought you would.” 

He chuckles as his brother turns away, clearly not wanting you to see the blush on his cheeks. Nevertheless, his attention immediately goes back to you, swimming over to your side and sitting on the opposite of where Floyd was situated. 

“Did you have any troubles finding us?” 

You shook your head, “Floyd grabbed me and pulled me in before I could leave.” 

Jade nods and looks down at how Floyd had situated himself, a brief pang of jealousy overtaking him as he scoots closer, takes your hand and presses it on his chest. You immediately try to pull back but Jade’s eyes lid as he tugs you in closer, the veins in his chest shining even brighter than Floyd’s as he immediately feels you relax in his touch. 

“Do you know what this is, [Y/N]-san?” 

His eyes take their time to take in all of you as you nod your head, whispering the word ‘bioluminescence’ as Jade licks his lips. 

How strange was it to see you so focused. Jade had taken his time during the lull of the Monstro Lounge hours to watch you near the petting tank, your fingers running over the manta rays and tapping at the carapaces of the horseshoe crabs. And like his brother he did feel a certain sort of jealousy for those creatures, but he also saw an opportunity. 

An opportunity to get your guard down. 

His eyes look over at Floyd, the other pouting as your fingers start to trace Jade’s chest all by themselves.

“Uhm--” 

Jade’s attention goes back to you, “Yes?” 

“I didn’t think that moray eels had bioluminescence.” 

He smiles and takes your hand again, guiding it from the middle of his chest all the way to his cheek making sure that your fingers feel the light travel in his veins as you start to wriggle out of Floyd’s hold and into Jade’s. 

“Our kind is a mixture of many eels types. While our exterior is that of a moray eel, our interior is also made up of certain eels that use this feature as a way to communicate with other animals, warn predators…” 

The mereel decides to keep the ‘lure prey’ part out of his explanation. 

Jade’s eyes immediately went to Floyd’s as the other was about to speak up, glaring at him to keep his mouth quiet for he had his turn. His eyes soften when they go back to you, your eyes still taking in all of the small trails of light decorating Jade’s body as your hands trace against the caudal fins on his arms. 

They were rougher than the ones near their ears…

Slowly, your hands go to the fins on the side of Jade’s face, the mereel tensing up but keeping his eyes on you as you start to tug and rub at the appendages. 

“[Y/N]-san…” 

His nails scratch against the rocks as he feels your fingers trace every line they can find, his fins giving a little twitch as you push them back only to watch them slowly move back to their original spot. You had no idea what you were making him feel, what you probably made Floyd feel. 

And if his dear brother wanted to keep it a secret, then he would keep his mouth shut as well. 

Having someone touch them so freely, especially that area, was an act reserved for mates only. Even during courtship this was prohibited and if any other merperson happened to swim by it would be as if they just tumbled into the merman equivalent of someone shoving their fingers in between someone else’s legs. 

But your curiosity was so endearing and Jade just couldn’t find it in himself to pull you away. In fact, that look of yours full of innocence and naivety was so cute that if he let his instincts run wild you would find yourself being dragged to the Leech's home--

“What--you two!” 

His reason kicks back in as Jade smiles and turns to look at the new visitor. 

The octomer’s face is bright red as he locks eyes with you, your hands letting go of Jade’s fins as he smiles and waves at Azul. 

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Azul.”

He wants to say something about what the hell he just saw but he decides to save it, knowing full well that Jade nor Floyd were going to give him a straight answer. Instead, he decides to address you directly. 

“Inferring from our conversation from early this morning as well as your actions during the Monstro Lounge opening hours, I figured you would like this sort of surprise." 

He clears his throat, sneaking a peek at your face and quickly looking away as he saw your eyes staring straight at him. 

Humans like you are still curious about the different types of merpeople, especially those like Jade and Floyd, so after much consideration I decided--” 

"Azul, you're beautiful." 

Oh no. He bit his tongue. Fuck, fuck, fuck he bit his tongue and now it hurts like a shell clamping down on his hand--why had you gone and say something like that so suddenly?! 

"Excuse me?" 

The spell Jade had you in was completely broken as you pulled out of the brother's hold and swam over to him, stopping when you noticed him backing away. 

Azul stared at you and you stared back at him. 

He couldn't help it. After all the things he had to deal with, it was hard enough for him to even appear in front of you like this. And it wasn't like he was doing it as a showing of any sort of affection towards you, he just didn't want to owe you any favours from the idea you had given him! 

All he had to do was just...reach a tentacle out-- 

"Huh?" 

Azul notices you swimming back a tiny bit, smiling at the tentacle shyly reaching out to you. 

"You can turn back, you know. I don't want you to feel forced to do this." 

You point at him, your eyes still wide with curiosity but keeping your distance. 

"The fact that I get to see you like this is enough." 

Azul can feel his heart skip a beat, tentacles unfurling even more as the need to hide melted away. 

But...he owed you a favor... 

"Honestly. Thank you so much Azul." 

For the Sea Witch's sake, he really couldn't pin you down, could he? 

The octomer swims over, floating right in front of you as one tentacle shyly brushes against your fingertips. They twitch in interest but you do not move, looking up at Azul expectantly. 

You really were too nice for your own good, waiting for someone to give you the okay when he clearly wanted you to at least inspect that part of him. 

"Go...go ahead." 

Your touch is soft, pressing your hands right against his suckers and chuckling at the small noise they made as they attached themselves to your skin. Azul moves in a bit closer as some tentacles start wrapping around your ankles and wrists, his natural instincts taking over as his tentacles wrap around the person he really liked. 

Well not like as in like like but a like he had yet to put a definition to. And it's not like it needed a definition, you certainly weren't asking him what sort of like it was and the thought of what kind of like it really was didn't keep him up at night at all. 

"Oop!" 

Azul almost wants to screech at the tentacle going in between your legs and hoisting you up, offering you a sort of makeshift seat as the other appendages start to press against your neck, leaving behind little sucker marks in their wake. 

This situation was not only testing his boundaries but also his patience. 

"I didn't think they would be so slippery...and so soft!" 

Please don't look so curious about him! It's going to give him wild expectations! 

The tip of a tentacle rubs against your cheek, Azul's face an almost red tomato as he hears you chuckle and push the appendage back but for some reason his tentacles weren't listening to him so the thing only pushed forward even more--

"Ah! No fair!" 

Floyd comes up behind you, wrapping you up in a hug as he points a finger at Azul. 

"No hogging Shrimpy to yourself!" 

Azul swims back in alarm. 

"I wasn't hogging anyone!" 

Jade laughs as he swims right up behind you, a hand on your shoulder as he pulls you back. 

"Azul you might want to look down." 

The octomer blinks only to look down, seeing that one of his tentacles had stubbornly wrapped around your waist. 

"Ahh...ahhhh….!" 

You, Jade and Floyd blink as dark ink fills the water, Azul covering his face and letting you go, swimming to the nearest hole and curling up inside as he strangles one of his tentacles. 

Of all the things to embarrass him it just had  to be himself, huh?! 

"Azul? Wait come back!" 

"Shrimpy tell me I'm beautiful as well~!" 

"Floyd let me go! There's ink everywhere!" 

"Not until you tell me I'm beautiful!" 

"Jade!" 

"Azul is more than okay, I can assure you...although I would also like the same compliment as well, [Y/N]-san." 

The next day, you woke up with a high fever due to swimming all night, a present from all of the Octavinelle students at your doorstep with an apology card neatly placed on top. 

[avaritia-apotheosis]

It's a Small World Pt. 2

The long-awaited conversation...that never happens. This was supposed to be fluffy and maybe kinda funny but the chapter wanted angst and so 2.8k words later....here we are.

Read on AO3 here

Read the first part here

Danny had no one to impress.

He did not have to impress.

Though certainly, he was a part of this world, he didn’t belong here. Danny was just a bystander. A spectator. A visitor from another reality that wasn’t allowed to leave.

He could, if he wanted to, just retreat into the Ghost Zone and spend the rest of his eternity there.

But he was still half-human. Infallibly so.

Even if there was no one left that remembered him as Danny Fenton, he was still Danny, and Danny ached for a place to call Home almost as much as he feared the pain of it.

So in the human world he stayed and lived and loved.

He stayed for his mother. He stayed for Damian.

But just because he chose to stay doesn’t mean that others would let him stay.

He could see it. Feel it. The bright-awkward-eagerness of the room instantly dissipated into a wary tension the second the al Ghul name left Damian's mouth. Their gaze shifted into something more. More calculating. More cautious. They evaluated him not as Damian’s mysterious friend but as a member of the League of Assassins. An Enemy.

Jason barging in moments after— and wasn’t that a nice surprise, Danny never found out what became of him after Jason left the League— was a welcome distraction. He could use it to get away. All he needed to do was keep talking long enough until he could maneuver himself out of the door and sink into the ground. It wouldn’t make the best impression on Damian’s family. And Damian would be so pissed at him afterward. But Danny would rather take that than accidentally say or do the wrong thing and get himself landed on the bats’ shit list.

Danny didn’t want to make Damian choose between him and his father.

So a tactical retreat it was.

But then Tim Drake just had to open his goddamn mouth.

“Jason, you know him? Wait, no— Damian just called him his brother, which means he’s Talia’s son which means—” Tim’s hands stopped fidgeting, eyes bulging as he looked at Danny once more. “Holy shit, that means your Bruce’s son.”

“Language,” the butler—Pennyworth—said. More out of habit than any real offense at the word.

Damian raised an imperious brow. “That’s generally what the term ‘brother’ implies, Drake.”

Bruce’s face remained inscrutable.

Stephane tried to diffuse the tension with a forced laugh. “Another one, B, really?”

“Technically I was the first,” Danny said. They kept looking at him. He should be used to this, he doesn’t know why he was so unnerved by it all. He had centuries of experience being in the spotlight, this should be nothing. But he didn’t want to mess this up for Damian. Didn’t want to mess this up for him. He didn’t want Damian’s family to look at him and see an enemy. An interloper. Another chain for Talia to tie Bruce to her.

Danny swallowed the lump in his throat. Where the fuck did his confidence from earlier go to? He’d like that back, please. Like, right now. “I’m not—” He slowly inched his way back towards the door. Damian was staring at him, confused and worried. Danny only hoped that his own eyes were sending the right amount of I’m-fine-I-need-to-leave-I-fucked-up-ok messages back. “It’s just— I’m not here to claim that title or anything, I just, um, came here because Damian asked me to and so that you guys would stop stalking me— because seriously, that’s creepy.”

Jason was fucking blocking the door.

Since when the fuck did Jason even bulk up that much?

Subtly, Danny took out the smoke pellets he kept in his pockets.

“Brother?” Damian asked.

Danny gave him a weak smile. “I’m— I’m sorry to cut this short, I know you were looking forward to it. It’s just that I…have…an appointment in, uh, Paris! Yeah, Paris. I have to be there in, like, less than an hour and I don’t want to be late. So…I’ll see you soon?”

“Danny what are you—”

The smoke pellets hit the ground with a loud bang. Thick black smoke began spewing out, giving Danny adequate cover to transform and sink under the floors.

When he emerged, five miles away from Wayne Manor, he buried his face in his hands and wondered at what the hell he was trying to do.

***

“Danny wait—” Damian lunged towards the smoke, but Grayson held him back. Pulled Damian tight towards his chest despite Damian’s struggling.

“Damian— Damian stop. He’s gone.”

“No he’s not, he promised he would stay—”

The smoke dissipated and there was no one there. Danny left. Left him.

Jason loosened from his defensive stance, looking over his shoulders, askance. “What the— How did he just disappear? No one went past me!”

Damian finally managed to shove himself away from Grayson and whirled around. The others were still tense, knees bent, hands brandished with whatever improvised weapon they had. Drake even held a vase high above his head, ready to smash it down if need be.

Alfred cleared his throat. “Master Tim, if you would please gently set that vase back down onto the table, it’s an antique.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry, Alfie.”

Damian bared his teeth, hands bunching into fists. “This is all your fault.”

Grayson furrowed his eyebrows. “Our fault? We didn’t do anything?”

“Well, you must have done something to set him off! He wouldn’t have left otherwise!”

“Woah, woah.” Jason stepped in between them. “As much as I’d find it funny to see you guys beat each other up, can someone explain what’s going on to the person who just got here?”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Brown raised her hand. “I got this! Ok so, Damian’s mysterious friend turned out to be his older brother, which means that he’s also Talia’s son, meaning that he’s also a part of the League of Assassins— and that he’s Bruce’s kid.”

“Ok but here’s another question.” Tim looked at Jason. “How do you know this Danny guy?”

Jason shrugged. “I knew him when I was with the League, but I thought he was just another one of their members, not an al Ghul. Talia assigned Danny as my teacher, and the guy basically wiped the floor with me.”

“Him? Really?” Dick asked. “The guy looked like he’d weigh 120 pounds soaking wet.”

Damian bristled. “Do not underestimate my brother, Grayson. He is the best the League has ever produced.” And he would come back. Danny would come back.

Finally, finally, his stone-faced father spoke. “Damian.”

There was something—something in his father’s eyes that Damian couldn’t describe. Did not have the words to do so. His face was still inscrutable, but Damian could hear the way his voice became hoarse and could see the white-knuckled grip of his fists. “Damian,” Father said again. “Didn’t you say that brother was dead?”

(A bang. Danny’s head hitting the floor. Blood seeping through the clothes, blood on his hands, blood in his mouth. “You’re my brother.”)

“He was,” Damian said. “We thought him dead, and deader still when the Lazarus pit wouldn’t revive him. But— it turns out it did, but not in the usual way.”

“Explain, Damian.”

“I don’t—” he shook his head. “I don’t know how to explain it, or if I’m even allowed to. It’s not my story to tell.”

***

Danny wasn’t exactly lying when he said he needed to go to Paris. He just didn’t need to go to Paris right now. But he panicked and that was the first thing that came to mind. So he might as well do the thing he said he would do so that it could lessen the amount of guilt he felt for just leaving Damian.

God, he wasn’t even making sense to himself.

He landed in an empty alleyway in Paris, checking for cameras before de-transforming. “Stupid, Fenton, stupid.” He ran his hands through his hair, pacing from one brick wall to the other. “God that could have gone so much better.”

Exactly how it could have gone better, Danny didn’t know. But certainly, anything could have been better than— that.

Damian was going to kill him when he went back.

But… if Danny didn’t screw up this conversation, maybe his mother won’t decide to kill him, too.

He’s gotten used to dying; still didn’t change the fact that it hurt.

***

After a brief phone call to an unlisted phone number, and five different code words to prove his identity and clearance level, Danny left a message for Talia to meet him at one of their lesser-used Parisian safehouses.

After his restoration as a half-ghost, Danny’s first priority had always been Damian, but he kept track of the League’s movements whenever he could. And to his knowledge, they were still in Paris.

The safehouse was a fully furnished apartment, not too close to the center of Paris but not far enough away that it would be in the outskirts. There was a kitchen, a living room, a bedroom, and all other living necessities. If one didn’t know where to look, it would appear to be another normal apartment.

Hidden behind false walls and secret cabinets were enough materials to turn the bedroom into an infirmary, weapons, foreign currency, and forged passports. But Danny didn’t need any of those right now. Instead, he went to the kitchen that one of the League’s members always kept in stock, and rummaged around for something warm to drink.

He laid a packet of hot chocolate powder on the kitchen counter and set some water to boil in the kettle, and waited.

When his mother found him, he was sitting in the living room, a steaming mug clutched in his hands, and eyes staring at a blank spot in the wall.

“My son,” she said. And god, the way her voice broke made Danny feel even more like a piece of shit.

He set the mug down onto the coffee table and stood up. “Hello, mother. I’m— I’m back.”

She opened her arms and Danny nearly flew into them. He held onto her like a lifeline, face buried in the crook of her shoulder. She enveloped him in her embrace, fingers carding through his hair.

“Oh, habibi, let me look at you.” She cradled his face, and Danny could feel the warm pads of her thumbs brushing his cheek. She angled his head from side to side, inspecting it for any sign of harm. She reminded him of mom, sometimes. Maybe all mothers were just like that. “You have not changed a bit.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, my son. It is not.” Her brows furrowed, eyes clouded with worry. “But tell me, what became of you? The Lazarus Pit— it didn’t work.”

The League taught Danny how to lie and how to lie well, but that skill always failed when it came to his family. Talia would spot his fibs from a mile away, but Danny refused to tell her the truth. He loved his mother. That didn’t change the fact that he didn’t trust her. Couldn’t trust her not to take advantage of what he is.

So instead, he told her half-truths and hoped that it would be enough to satiate her curiosity. Talia had always been less interested in the ‘why’s, anyway. Keener to know how exactly something would benefit her.

“It did work. Eventually.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “The Pit— it kept me. I don’t exactly know how to explain it to you. Just, one minute, one eternity, I was floating in a sea of green, and in the next, I was waking up in a different Lazarus Pit, alone.”

“Danyal, my son. How brave you are to even fight off death itself.” She tilted her hair. “But tell me, why did you not contact me as soon as you awoke?”

“I don’t have any excuse for that, I’m sorry. It’s only that— my mind felt clouded. I wasn’t entirely myself. I was…angrier. More rash. And above all, fearful for Damian.”

“Your brother?”

“Last I saw him, he was at the end of Deathstroke’s gun. I— I had to find him. I had to make sure he was ok. That he was safe.”

“And that led you to Gotham.” Her grip on his shoulders tightened. “To your father.”

Danny nodded. “Though I reunited with Damian a few weeks ago, I only officially met father—” the word left a strange taste in his mouth “—earlier today.” He let out a sharp laugh. “You would be so disappointed in me. I ran out of that meeting with my tail between my legs. I left Damian there, alone, and flew halfway across the world because—”

He lowered his head. “Well. I don’t know why. I was afraid that I would…mess up? Ruin it for Damian? I don’t even know anymore.”

“Oh Danyal, I could never be disappointed in you.”

Mother had always been the best of liars. It was too bad Danny had enough practice seeing right through them. “You have. Been disappointed in me, I mean. Isn’t that why you had Damian?’

Mother didn’t flinch. Danny didn’t expect her to. It was not exactly a secret amongst the League that, while Danny was one of their best, Ra’s al Ghul had always sensed something off with him. A hesitation where there should be none. A lackadaisical nature when Danny should be driven.

She stepped back. “Do you resent me?”

“You’re my mother. I love you.”

She smiled sadly. “You will not be returning back to the League, I take it.”

“Damian needs me.”

“He has his father now, as well as my beloved’s other children.” At Danny’s resolute gaze, she backed down. “You are a good brother.”

“But I’m a terrible son.”

“No, you’re a terrible heir,” mother replied. “There is a difference, no matter how slight.” She patted his cheek and pulled him in for one more crushing hug. “But you are still young, yet. Perhaps one day you will change your mind. Be rest assured that there will always be a place for you in the League.”

This was a goodbye. Not for long, maybe, but a goodbye still.

“Take care, mother.”

***

It was twilight when Damian received a call from an unlisted number. He’s alone in his room, the last vestiges of sunlight casting long shadows on the floor.

He pressed the phone to his ear. “Where are you?”

There’s a pause. A mournful exhale. “In Paris.”

“Tt. At least you didn’t lie.”

“Well, on the bright side, mother knows I’m alive.”

Damian turned away from the window, back pressed towards the glass. His fingers drummed against the window pains, a steady rat-tat-tat-tat that filled the silence of the room.

“You left.”

“I know.”

“You left me.”

“...I know.”

“Why did you leave?”

“I…don’t know. The nerves got to me, I guess.”

He huffed. Crossed his arms. “Thought you said that you had no one to impress.”

“I was wrong.” He could hear the shifting of fabric through the line. “I realized that too late, and I became— anxious.”

“Anxious about what?”

“They’re your family Damian. I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“They can be your family too—”

“No, they can’t. And I don’t really want them to be.”

What? That doesn’t—

Damian wrapped his arms around himself, shoulders hunched, eyes glued to the floor. “What about me then?”

“What?”

“Am I not your family, now?”

“No!” The adamant refusal sent a shock of relief through Damian. “No. Never think that. You’re my brother Damian. Always will be. It’s just that—”

“That?”

Another sigh. Sharper, this time. Frustrated. He could envision Danny on the other end, pacing whatever room he locked himself in, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “They’re your family.”

“As you’ve already iterated.”

“No, Damian, you don’t— When Bruce took you in officially as his son there were…Documents. Paperwork. Legal proceedings. An identity was made, a cover story was written, and when it was all over there was a nice and shiny announcement in the society pages and an interview with some reputable newspaper.”

Damian knew that. He was there for all of it. It was annoying and tedious and utterly exhausting at times, but the end result was worth it. Because his father recognized him. Recognized Damian as his son.

“You are Damian Wayne, now,” Danny said. “To the world, you have and always will be Damian Wayne. To the world— Damian al Ghul never really existed. And neither does his older brother.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“Heh. That’s okay, squirt. You don’t have to. It’s…It’s something that I have to deal with.”

Silence.

Damian cleared his throat. “Father will want to talk to you.”

“I’m sure he does.”

“Will you…come back?”

“Damian…I know that there’s still a lot that I haven’t told you about what I am— about who I am. But if there’s anything that I want you to know, it’s this: You’re my brother and I love you, and I will always come back to you.”

But the world was large and the universe even more so. To ‘come back’ meant that Danny also had to leave.

But maybe, for now, Danny’s promise was enough.

[adonis-koo]

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut, 

Word Count: 13k

Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,

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You didn’t see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didn’t look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didn’t know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his...friends…?

Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldn’t mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still...You also didn’t want to go to jail for assisting a homicide...Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.

JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the...ship...in front of you...which was NOT there a moment ago. 

“Home!” JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really...his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you...You didn’t have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.

Futuristic, he was an alien, you weren’t shocked at the assessment but still. This must’ve been the hanger or...living area… or...hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didn’t expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, “Y/n.” He spoke clearly as if introducing you.

 You gave an awkward stiff wave before immediately dropping your arm, you were going to be extremely pissed if this was the LSD trip you thought you were having yesterday. You watched them all speak to one another before the one on the right nodded, saying something before gesturing JK off, who hurriedly ran off leaving you alone....with two aliens…

They both looked at you expectantly as you looked around, “Hi…” You offered an awkward smile, “You guys are terrifying…” Watching the one on the right grab a watering can to pour over a small...purple colored...tree? “You less so…” You turned to the other one, his eyes dark and piercing and wow…if you thought JK was hot you hadn’t even thought about what it would look like to seem someone attractive from his species, “You the most…” You wrapped your arms around yourself uncomfortably. 

“He’s just assessing you, Taehyung’s like that with anyone associated with our Jungkookie.” You nearly wheezed at the sound of the one on the right speaking full...English…he offered a dimpled smile as if anticipating that reaction, “Apologies. I’m Namjoon, I’m sure you’re extremely confused and scared with everything going on.” 

“...You could say that…” Your twisted somewhat painfully as you nodded rapidly, it was midnight and you were in a fucking spaceship, “Ummm, where did JK go…?” 

Namjoon as he called himself suddenly snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, “Told him he should’ve paid more attention in the academy,” He rolled his eyes, “Jungkook,” He emphasised the name, “That’s his full Earth name. He just forgot it because he never pays attention,” He offered a weak smile, “And he’s in the memoir chamber rememorizing English so he can actually speak to you. It’s handy for us Orionian’s in case a situation like this happens and we don’t know archaic languages like English.”

You didn’t understand a word of what he just said, “I’m sorry...I think I’m too dumb to talk to you, honestly…” You felt extremely stupid but much to your surprise Namjoon laughed in delight, as if endured by your words. 

“You humans are pretty humble huh,” He hummed as he continued watering the rest of his  plants, “Anyways, our ship crashed here on Earth on our way to the andromeda galaxy and Jungkook ended up falling out, it was an...extremely rocky crash…” His smile still weak as if a vague memory entered his mind, “You have our utmost thanks for taking him in when he was injured and housing him.” 

“It’s no problem, I would’ve done it for anyone.” You shifted a little, smiling a tiny bit despite still not feeling as comfortable as you wish you could be, it was just difficult to take in everything that was rapidly changing but your words still stood, you would have. Especially for...Jungkook...you lingered on the same, it sounded more fitting for the tall puppy like boy. 

“So what are your intentions with Jungkook?” You jumped at how deep the second voice was...Taehyung if you remembered correctly and he only looked about as hot as he was intimidating, “Why did you take him in if you knew his identity.” 

You flailed a little, intending to speak yet no words came out...you...you hadn’t really thought about it...at all honestly…”I...I ummm...well…” 

“Are you working for them?” Taehyung stepped towards you, his expression becoming cold as you feebly took a step back looking towards the ground and unsure of how to answer or if you’d even given him a satisfying answer. 

“Stop.” The new voice was raspy and low, not too terribly deep, but just enough to sound charming and rather rugged, Jungkook had appeared again only this time, immediately standing defensively in front of you, “She found me and even after finding out about me being an Orionian she didn’t report me to any Earth officials. I trust her, and you should too.” 

He...he could speak...perfect English now...What!? 

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed onto you, still distrustful but he laid off, “Right...and what is this about you bonding with her? I don’t think she’d be a good vessel.” 

Jungkook’s jaw twitched and you could see the glow of the crescents on his hand burning in red, “Well I’m not asking for your permission to bond with her.” He spat back, his brows furrowed and his lip twitching in anger, suddenly he didn’t look so cute and puppy like anymore, “And it’s not like we’re getting off Earth anytime soon with the ship in this state, so it’s best if we just resume the plan as originally intended.” 

“You think I’d choose a vessel as inferior as humans to have my offspring?” Taehyung’s face curled as if that was the biggest insult he had ever heard and yet you nearly choked at his words, vessel? Offspring? Uh what? 

“Stop fighting,” Namjoon sighed and much to your surprise both of the two boys quieted down, Jungkook still stood in front of you, shuffling a little closer as Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook is right…” He made a noise of victory as Taehyung’s mouth twitched in anger, the marks along his body burning a deep red that was just a little scary to watch from afar, “With the technology at hand here on Earth and with Arbitrators searching for us, it’s in our best interest to make the most of what we have here. Besides, Earth is unsuspecting and was one of our forerunner’s best creations. It’s not too far off irony to let them be the vessel of our offspring.” 

You stared up at Jungkook’s broad back in disbelief...this man was trying to impregnate you after a half a day of knowing you!? You weren’t sure plan B was prepared for this shit. Jungkook looked deeply satisfied at Taehyung’s reaction though before he turned to you, his expression soft and puppy-like as he smiled somewhat timidly before speaking as if he was a little giddy, “Hi…” 

You could’ve said anything in this moment, in which Jungkook looked like he had been excitedly waiting for, and yet your choice of words had been admittedly poor.

“You’re gonna have to bag another bitch, I don’t do kids! I...I did NOT sign up for this!” You immediately backed away from him like he was poison and you didn’t know how these fuckers procreated and at this point you weren’t sure you wanted to learn!

Jungkook’s lips parted and he looked a little hurt before he quickly approached you again, “I don’t expect you to want to carry my children yet….” 

“Yet!?” You shouted out making all three of them flinch a little, “I...I just let you stay at my place because you looked like you were dying in a ditch, and now! I’m in a spaceship, I can’t find the exit and you can suddenly speak English and you’re talking about kids!? This...nu-uh this is going way too fast. I...I really need to get home.” 

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little as he reached out for you, “I’ll take you back! Or-! Or you could stay here until the morning, you shouldn’t be out alone, Earth has proved to be unsafe at night.” He tenderly held your forearms as your expression awkwardly twisted. 

“Nothing worse could happen to me than what happened earlier tonight,” You shook your head rapidly as you sighed, “Just show me the exit, I’ll be fine, really. I’m happy for you! Seriously! I mean it looks like you’re reunited with your kin so there’s no reason for us to stay in contact and it’s been fun and out of this world- literally.” You laughed a little as you rambled, all three staring at you wide eyed, “But like, seriously I’ll keep this to myself and just hope it’s a really shitty drug trip like I originally thought it was…”

Jungkook sighed, lowering his head in defeat and his lips trembled a little in that sulky way it had been this morning as he went to the hatch where you both had come in, dialing a few buttons he waited a moment as he mumbled, “I just want to explain everything to you, I owe you that, at least…” 

You said nothing waiting for the door to open as he dialed a few other buttons, and a few more, and again...and again…”Um,” He cleared his throat a little, “Namjoon…? The door?” He asked, his eyes doe like as he stared at his companion who sighed, squeezing between you both as he also dialed a few numbers into the glowing pad. 

They both waited before Namjoon’s lips twisted into a sigh as if somehow expecting this to happen before he spoke, “Doors’ jammed...again…”

“This is fucking perfect.” Taehyung swore with a sigh, gritting his teeth as his eyes glared into you briefly, causing you to sheepishly back a little towards Jungkook, “I’m going back to my pod, I can’t deal with this.” He brooded before leaving as you looked between both aliens. 

“...Jammed? The door? As in…?” 

Jungkook’s lips twisted into a nervous smile, his marks glowing a light purple as he coughed, “Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to talk now…” Fuck! Why did things have to be this complicated, it could have been worse, but it was the same annoyance you had when Youtube played an unskippable ad, or when the lead in your pencil broke, a cookie falling onto the floor, that type of inconvenience.

Unshockingly Jungkook didn’t hold the same feeling as he spoke gently, “I can show you to my pod, it’ll be awhile before the door gets fixed…” He gave you an endearing apologetic smile. 

“...As long as you aren’t gonna try to knock me up then sure.” You stared at him in disdain, making him weakly smile as he stepped back up the metal stairs and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed he was actually happy you were stuck with no other choice but to stay. 

“Once you see her to your pod, a word please Jungkook...” Namjoon’s gaze was fixed on the door quizzically as if already trying to deduce what had made it jammed, he made no effort to look back at you both but you could tell it was probably important. 

Jungkook only nodded eagerly and kept your hand in his as he lead you down the small the hallway, lights flickering and while you were anything but an engineer or mechanic, it wasn’t hard to tell they had crash landed, Jungkook ignored the mess against the walls as he typed in something before a door slid open revealing what you assumed was his room, the door slid shut behind you making you jump a little as you investigated the space. It was a minimalistic room, a few trinkets laid around and a messy bed was against the wall.

“You can sleep if you want...I know you were tired when I woke you up…” Jungkook’s marks glowed a soft pink as he bashfully looked at the ground, scratching his cheek as if he didn’t know what to say, “I um...I should go speak to my brother.” 

Before you could even say anything Jungkook had already left looking somewhat sheepish, leaving you to curiously look around the room, it was spacious and in tones of deep brown and black, a few gadgets laying around on his nightstand as you tilted your head. 

His pod...so basically...a bedroom. You assumed as much as you couldn’t really make a distinct difference between the two. True you could’ve slept like he had suggested, you were exhausted but too wired to even think about sleeping at the moment due to how bizarre of circumstances you were in. You were in an alien’s bedroom, on a space ship...

You had took your time browsing around the room, curiously holding a few trinkets in an attempt to figure out what they were, time passed slowly and for a while, you began to wonder if this was just a set up for them to butt probe you like Jimin had original thought they would. Not that you would mind as much as him but- besides the point, the longer you were left with your thoughts, the more that piled up.

When the door abruptly opened you nearly jumped out of your skin, hurriedly setting down what looked like a portable flame thrower before whirling around, Jungkook looked a little timid as he smiled, “I’m sorry that took so long...Um...” He closed the door gently before he gestured, “Please, go ahead and rest, from my understanding...um...humans have a standard sleep cycle yes?” 

You didn’t fully understand what he was asking besides if you slept at night, rubbing your neck you did as he gestured, taking a seat on the bed before you jumped a little as it did not feel like a normal bed, “Uh I guess...? Why...why didn’t you just leave? You...didn’t have to wake me.” You mumbled, scooping your feet up as you laid down, shifting a little as you tried to get comfortable.

The bed felt almost like a marshmallow, something in between water and memory foam as the bed moved in slow, lapping waves as you attempted to get comfortable again with a pout tugging on your lips. 

Jungkook watched you with endearment before he laid on the bed next to you, “You have to stop moving, coranium matches the pattern of your body to keep everything aligned and slowly adjusts to the movement of your body throughout your sleep duration.” 

You rolled onto your side to look at him as you curled up a little, his marks still a light pink and his smile a little shy as he spoke, “To answer your question I mean...I feel like it should be obvious, I want to make my bond with you so it was natural I wanted to take you with me. I don’t know Earth well enough to confidently navigate it on my own without getting lost. I couldn’t risk leaving you and then being unable to find my way back. As well as I knew I’d be able to learn English fast in the memoir chamber, so then we’d be able to talk…” he smiled a bit timidly, his eyes fondly washing over your face as you awkwardly scooted a little away from him. 

His eyes downcasting a little at the gesture as he frowned, and once again, even despite speaking english now it didn’t help his case in looking like a kicked puppy, “Well...am I supposed to know what a memoir chamber is? And….bonding and...literally everything you guys have said thus far?” 

Jungkook rested his chin on his hands as he hummed, thinking about your words carefully before he spoke, “The memoir chamber is in most Orionian ships, it helps us adapt to the planet around us and depending on what region we’re in, the language. Our kind carry human DNA- or...moreso the other way around, so inherently we know all Earth languages as they descended from Orionian dialect, but…” He scratched his cheek, marks glowing pink once more, “I had a difficult time studying earth languages in the academy. It’s unrealistic for us to know them all, so the Memoir serves as a rebrief to put in the language back into our minds.” 

God what were you in now? A shitty sy-fy film? You rolled onto your back as you said no more, thinking about his answer for a good long minute before you parted your lips only to shut them...Hold on one damn minute- did he just insinuate his kind created humans? Knowing all languages? What!? “I don’t even know how to unpack that sentence…” You muttered, staring up at the ceiling which twinkled in a galaxy of constellations and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was an open glass ceiling to outer space.

It aligned with nebula’s and stars, planets for what looked like miles and miles. You could stare at it for hours in awe, how did you not notice that until now.

“I could only imagine being human, it’s a lot to take in,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile, “As for bonding…” He was pink all over as he scratched his cheek again, eyes fluttering away from yours almost shyly, “It’s what it sounds like, when we Orionian’s find a person who we like and want to share our life with, we begin a bond, and it takes awhile for the bond to grow but once it’s finished, we’d complete it with a mating cycle, and then...We’re celestially bond together.” He mumbled a little shyly, his eyes looked like stars twinkling as he talked about it, almost in a dreamy fashion. 

“....” You couldn’t even find the words to say anything before you muttered, “You’ve known me for a day…” True Jungkook was cute, but all of this stuff about bonding and space really made it difficult to grasp the concept in a way which wasn’t him basically proposing to you.

Jungkook looked as if he had been abruptly pulled from his little fantasy world as he frowned, propping himself on his forearm as he spoke, “Time is only a concept for Orionian’s, when we know who our bond is meant for, we just know. It doesn’t matter if I’ve known you a day or your whole life, my feelings won’t change. I want us to bond.” His voice lowered a little, his eyes doe-like and filled with a sugary sweetness as he closed the gap between you both. 

You were speechless. Many times in your life you had felt this way, but genuinely, you had no words. An alien just professed his love to you within twenty four hours of knowing him all because...what…? You fed him twice? Let him sleep in your bed once? What had you possibly done for him to think you could be his...his wife!? 

“I’m not getting married, I- I mean I’m flattered! I am.” You sat up, once again, pulling away from him as he mirrored you, his lips jutting into an almost frustrated pout, “But like...I just turned twenty one this year....I’m hardly a person let alone wife material.”

“Bonding is hardly even close to the equivalent of human marriage,” Jungkook wrinkled his nose, almost a little endeared, he knew little of human marriage from the media he had watched when you weren’t present, and while humans had similar ideas of romance, it was hardly comparable, he spoke gently, “It’s far more special and permanent. Being bonded is…” He closed his eyes, a half dimpled smile on his lips as he hummed, “It’s like feeling like the universe has completely aligned on your behalf, and that the planets and stardust gifted you a celestial mate who would never turn their back on you, who would always dry your tears and heal you when you’re hurt. The bond extends past this lifetime and into the next and so forth.” 

“...You lost me at ‘more’ permanent…” For a woman with a whole baggage load of commitment issues Jungkook was really not selling this idea to you well, “Sorry but I think you got the wrong girl.” You could appreciate the bizarreness of this situation and admittedly you felt like you’d always have a superior ‘main character’ moment story to one up somebody with but this whole business about being stuck with someone for multiple lifetimes and having alien babies was really not something you could follow up with.

Jungkook looked severely hurt which made you do a double take, not quite anticipating such a pitiful reaction as his lips quivering and his eyes even looking somewhat glassy as he spoke, “O-oh...I see…” 

wow way to make you feel like an asshole. He had shuffled a little curling up against himself as if trying to make himself appear small as he looked away from you. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, well fuck, what did you have to lose at this point in your life?

“...Jesus christ, okay...what...what does...you know…” you coughed a little, rubbing your neck as Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you timidly before darting away when you met his gaze, “What does this bonding shit entail anyway?” 

Jungkook was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it and the worst that could happen would be things didn’t work and you just went back to normal non-tentacle men. Jungkook perked a little at your question, still seeming a bit reserved as he mumbled, “Well...bonding is a long process...it’s not something out of human fiction that just immediately happens. When a bond is first created it’s incredibly delicate, you have to be careful and make sure both partners dedicate time to strengthening the bond.”

Laying your head against your arms that were folded in front of you while listening intently you hummed, “And let’s say hypothetically, could the bond be broken?” 

Jungkook’s expression crumpled a little as he mumbled, “It can be severed, but the more strengthened the bond is, the more painful it’ll be for both partners. But yes, it is possible. I should also mention a bond is only possible unless both partners are in agreement and want it just as much as the other.” 

You hummed, thinking about his words, so technically it wasn’t really possible given both of you had different alignments right now, “Alright well, here on Earth we call it dating, which is a lot less intensive than that, so if you want me to do that then you’re gonna have to go by human standards first.” It was reasonable enough and a happy compromise.

You wouldn’t deny you felt a pull towards Jungkook, ever since he had arrived yesterday morning your life had been anything but normal and yet you embraced every twist and turn so far and...there was admittedly a secret giddy part of you that revelled in old childhood nostalgia that someone had actually fallen from the sky and would now show you a world of many possibilities outside of earth. 

The only thing holding you back was the logic and reason that your family held and pushed onto you at a young age, long gone were the days of staring up at the stars in hopes of seeing something supernatural and daydreaming during recess about being whisked off earth. You didn’t know how to connect with that childlike side of yourself anymore, it had been so long since you bothered with those thoughts that now that the opportunity was presented to you, you genuinely didn’t know how to react.

Jungkook had immediately perked up his brows raised and immediate interest in his expression, “I’ll do it! If it means winning your affection,” his smile was a little toothy and innocent as he spoke, “How do humans date? What do they do?” He tilted his head in curiosity while waiting excitedly for your reply.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at how enthusiastic he was, “Well…” you drew a breath in thought, “It’s not too different then it is from now, we’ll go out to eat together, get to know each other, stuff like that.” 

Jungkook deflated a little, confusion in his eyes as he frowned, “But that’s stuff we do now...as...friends…” his frown furthered on his lips, “What sets friends and dating apart if we do the same thing…?” 

You rubbed your neck, beginning to get a little flustered at his question as you shifted a little, mumbling, “Well the difference is friends are strictly platonic, dating someone means you’re interested in them romantically and...you know...we hold hands...or cuddle or...I don’t know romantic shit…Stuff friends don’t do.” 

When did Jungkook get closer to you? His head tilted in curiosity as he spoke, “...And? Is that it? I’m sorry,” he apologized a bit bashfully, looking rather pink, “I’m trying to discern possible differences in boundaries set between a regular human relationship compared to Orionian’s…I don’t want to do anything that might make you...uncomfortable…” 

You stared at him for a good moment, as if trying to discern whatever he was trying to say without actually saying it, “Well...I’m not sure how different it can be…” Jungkook said nothing, fidgeting a little as you looked at him for a long moment, “...I’d tell you if you made me uncomfortable.” Was this...going where you thought it was going? 

Jungkook shuffled a little closer, his nose nearly brushing yours and his lips that looked so soft jutted into a slight pout, his eyes could hardly meet yours as he timidly asked, “...How...intimate are humans in their relationships?” 

Your face felt like it was on fire though as you muttered with raised brows, “Uh pretty hands on...if you wanna fuck me you can just ask.” You looked up at him, feeling a bit bold given he was a little more on the shy side, you could tell just him asking that had obviously taken a lot of courage on his part.

Jungkook’s marks had suddenly filtered from baby pink to a deep maroon, his face looked nothing except shy and a bit hazy as he mumbled, “Would you let me…? I don’t...exactly share the same anatomy as your male counterpart...Orionian’s...intimacy looks a bit different.” 

You felt intrigued and horny at the same time, it was tentacles wasn’t it? Please god let it be the tentacles, “You can’t threaten me with a good time,” you laughed a little, trying to take a little bit of the nervous edge off Jungkook as you offered a small smile, “Just show me, I’m...what other humans would consider pretty kinky. Doubt it’ll scare me off.” You couldn’t admit that his tentacles were immediately making your panties soaked because god did you want to be filled up like a scared hentai girl right now.

You squeaked at Jungkook suddenly climbing on top of you, his eyes hazy and he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing the strip of glowing maroon that led up the center of his arms and wrapped over his shoulders, his tentacles suddenly emerging from his back much to your horny excitement, “Our tendons are both are strongest and weakest point of our body.” Jungkook mumbled against your neck, the feeling of something extremely foreign wrapping around your thigh, almost something between like a soft silicon and jello substance. 

Not sticky like you had anticipated, but soft enough that it could be almost considered wet, “They protect us but they’re also what we use to procreate with, if they’re cut off or majorly damaged, we become sterilized. My eggs…” He suddenly became a bit timid as he mumbled, “They aren’t fertile yet...But regardless I wouldn’t fill you unless we were bonded, so you won’t have to worry about impregnation. Intimacy is still an act of strengthening a bond though, so it’s utilized a lot at the beginning of an Orionian relationship.”

You weren’t fully paying attention at this point, too busy nearly drooling at the feeling of his tendon slithering along your clothes, “I can understand if you’d prefer to not do this though.” Jungkook seemed somewhat embarrassed and timid, his tendons slithering around your pajama band but doing nothing further.

“No!” He nearly jumped  at how you almost yelled it, your eyes frantic and you were nearly dripping at how horny you were, your voice needy as you whined, “I’m literally a slut Jungkook, I’m more than happy to experiment.” 

Jungkook didn’t need anymore confirmation then just that, his tentacle that had been playing with the band of your pajamas immediately pushing underneath it as you whined, your legs immediately parting for it as it ran up your panties, the soft wetness that ebbed from it soaking whatever was dry of your panties, was this arousal of his own? He moaned softly as he pressed his face into your neck, “I know you feel this is fast, but Orionian’s tend to not like to waste time.” His tentacles slid along your panties before pushing inside the band.

Your lips parted at the soft wet sensation of it gently prodding along your clit in exploration making a yelp escape you.

Jungkook jolted a little in concern as he looked down at you, somewhat shyly and his cheeks were a deep maroon much like his marks, “Keep…! Fuck!” You whined at the way his tentacles as if testingly flicked along your clit, another tentacle which had been floating behind him absently had suddenly emerged forward, making quick work of your pajamas and panties as the other continued working along your clit making you whimper as your back arched a little. 

The second tendon slowly brushed along your soaked cunt, embarrassingly wet sounds could be heard throughout the room as Jungkook moaned in contentment, “This feels so nice,” he mumbled with a whine, the second tentacle which had been stroking you slowly wiggled against your entrance making you squeak. Your horniness couldn’t be put into words at how bad you wanted this man to shove all tentacles inside you.

Your lips immediately parting at the tip of the tentacle pushing inside you, it was too soft to be considered that of a toy or dildo but too firm to be anything foreign, you couldn’t resist propping yourself up onto your elbows, your legs spread as you looked down, your face twisting and cheeks throbbing at the lewd sight of two tentacles hard at work on your cunt, one continuously flicking your clit and rubbing along it while the other began to testingly thrust inside you. 

Your lips dropped open as you moaned feeling Jungkook push it further and further inside you before giving it a testing wiggle, a scream nearly ripped from your throat at how it hit all the right spots.

Unable to even support yourself as you dropped back down with a whine as Jungkook quickly began to pick up the pace even more, “Fuck,” he moaned softly, the tentacle pulsed and throbbed as it squished and wiggled while being thrusted back and forth in short motions, your cunt was so tight and your walls kept trapping him further and further inside you as you whined, “Mm, females of my kind don’t have anything like this,” he moaned two more tentacles had suddenly appeared from his back, one pinning your wrists above your head and the other wandering to your flimsy shirt before pushing underneath it, and much to his delight Jungkook found nothing underneath except your soft breasts, “Nothing this- mmm, fuck,” it came out more of a whine this time as you felt his tentacles wiggling in delight at the way your cunt clenched around him, “small, and warm...Fuck,” Jungkook dipped his head, running a hand through his hair, the third tendon wrapped around your nipple making you whimper, jolting as your cunt squeezed around the tentacle that was beginning to roughly split apart your walls as it discovered your g-spot, your mouth parting as whined spilled from your lips at the insane feeling of the tip of his tentacles flicking up against it rapidly.

“Ah! Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook!” You whined as your back arched, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at how many sensations were going on, between him finding the sweet spot of your clit, the tip of his tentacle flicking up into your g-spot the other one squeezing with just the right amount of pressure on your nipple. 

Jungkook’s lips parted and his eyes were hazy but in awe at the way your body contorted, your small little walls nearly entrapping his tentacle as you came harshly, whined and whimpers escaping you as he forcefully kept flicking up into your g-spot, his other rubbing gently against your clit as your body frantically moved, yet your hips kept thrusting up to try and take more of his tendon as you whined, “Fuck…! Jungkook! Ah..!” Jungkook moaned softly as he gave you just what you wanted, pushing himself further inside you until he was dangerously close to your cervix.

His tentacle was soft enough that no pain was even involved as he kept wiggling it into you, soundless moans escaped you as your cunt began wrapping convulsing around him, your clit burning in pleasure due to sensitivity as he kept letting the soft tendon rub against the tender bud.

“Fuck!” You whined, liquid suddenly spewing from your cunt much to Jungkook’s surprise, his tentacle had immediately restricted at the feeling leaving your cunt feeling empty and tears nearly escaping yours eyes in frustration due to it despite his second tendon continually abusing your clits sweet spot, within the second the first tentacle entered your once more pushing with no hesitation right back to its original position as Jungkook began wiggling once again with short thrusts. 

Your walls kept squeezing around him causing him to moan as he whined, “You- you need to stop doing that...feels too good.” He mumbled shyly against your skin as you nearly convulsed in pleasure at the way his third tendon was wrapped around your nipple, giving the bit of pressure that had your cunt squeezing around his tentacle, too busy in your own pleasure to care about what he wanted, your hand wrapped around his throat making his eyes widen and his lips part submissively, “I’m gonna keep doing what I want baby- fuck...I think you like it when my little cunt squeezes around it.” You purposely clenched around his tentacle and you could physically feel it throb inside you.

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little a moan escaped him at your hand squeezing lightly around his throat his tentacle immediately fucking you even faster in comply as your lips parted in glee, your hips rolling a little to slide along the slick thick tendon, “Thats right baby boy, I bet you’ve never felt a cunt like this before huh?” You let out a shaky cackle as your hand sadistically squeezed harder around his neck. 

His gaze dropped and he only whined, quickly crumbling to your dominant hands that only excited you further, it was one thing to cross off your bucket list getting fucked by an alien, it was two being able to dom one, “Oh am I suddenly in control now?” You mockingly pouted before a twisted smirk curled on your face at how Jungkook wouldn’t meet your eyes any longer.

Power was practically leaking in your veins, you were getting fucked by a tentacle alien and he was a shy little sub? Your squeezed harsher around his neck, a whiney moan suddenly escaping him as his tentacle harshly pulsed inside you before it frozen, his face buried into your neck, impatient and now knowing you could boss him around freely your hips lifted, squelching and slipping around the tendon with ease as his lips trembled against your neck, “Mmm! P-please! You have to slow down…” he whimpered a little at how cruel you were being with him. 

You could care less in this moment though, too busy living out your dream fantasy bucking your hips against the soft subtle material, your cunt squeezing around him as you moaned softly.

Your moan twisted to a growl at the feeling of his tentacle pausing in your clit, your hand finding his hair as you harshly balled it into your hand, “I didn’t give you permission to stop.” Jungkook’s gaze lowered and his eyes a little watery despite the angry pout on his face.

“You aren’t listening to me.” He mumbled stubbornly and your lips twitched, outwardly showing displeasure but inwardly seeking the chase he was trying to give. Jungkook fumbled with you had pushed away, briefly his tendons pulled away in semi surprise, at first assuming you had taken his shy words the wrong way but he was quickly mistaken when he was shoved onto the bed, a whine escaping him as the tentacles quickly adjusted to be semi flattened. His lips were quivering at the sight of your naked body straddling him and your hand on his jaw, “Truthfully, I don’t think you want me to listen baby.” You pouted mockingly, the feeling of his stretched tentacles seekingly wrapping around your thighs, “Open.” 

Jungkook’s lips parted a little, his eyes watering and looking a little confused at your words, but you had took advantage of the opportunity, spitting into his mouth as he suddenly whined, his ears bright red following along with the magenta color coursing through his body as your hand wrapped around his throat in a firm grip, “Good boy.” You smiled loosely, wiping a stray bit of saliva from his lip as he whined, a tentacle beginning to stroke against your soaked cunt once more but this time he did nothing except in hopes of an invitation.

“Such a good boy, go on, I know you want to.” You cooed out, your head hanging a little and your lips parting at the feeling of the tentacle plunging back inside your warm walls with a loud squelch, “Stay still.” You commanded sharply and with a noisy whine from Jungkook as he obediently listened, you could feel the foreign tendon inside you pulsing still as if it nearly killed him to do so. Your hips steadily began to move along the tentacle, your cunt clenching around it as you took more of him it only got fatter and thicker the more you took. 

“Ahh, fuck. That’s it baby, c’mon keep filling me up. I know you want to. I can see it in your face.” You taunted, feeling his tentacle doing a test wiggle inside you as you slid along it, arousal coating him as he whined, you had a great view of his other tentacles sliding from under his back and extending upward, the second quickly made way for your clit much to your excitement, your lips parted and a whine escaping you as it kept rubbing into your sweet spot it had previously discovered. 

You were too busy trembling and moaning, attempting to fight off another orgasm at the feeling of your clit almost feeling like it was being ate out at how soft the tip of his tentacle was gently lapping against it and a soft wet arousal of his own leaking from the tip, you had bounced against his tendon in short motions, craving all of him inside you as your body began to convulse, your hands balling against his chest with a whine at how difficult it was to stop yourself from cumming immediately.

Jungkook wasn’t letting go without a fight though, a third tentacle had surprised you, pushing between the cheeks of your ass making you nearly gasp a whine, “Fuck! Fuck, please.” You mumbled in a moment of weakness, giving your consent that you’d like to trust he’d be able to make this feel good. Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second, the tentacle oozed a slippery liquid, his own arousal along your puckered rim. You were almost too fucked out to even pay attention, your body busy still riding him and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the slippery tentacle flicking at your clit and finding nearly every pleasurable nerve physically possible. 

It was difficult to miss the third one pushing slowly into your ass as your lips jumbled something nearly incomprehensible, your body collapsing semi against him, only being held up by your weak forearms, “Mmph! Fuck baby keep going, just like that. Such a good boy for me.” 

Jungkook squeaked out what sounded like a pleasant noise at the praise, perhaps sensing your body beginning to crumble as his tentacles took back over, quickly thrusting inside you once more and wiggling to his heart's pleasure as drool nearly dropped from your lips. Unable to even do anything or say anything with two tentacles plunged inside you. 

The tip of the tentacle was just narrow enough to slip inside your ass with a gentle sting but pleasurable enough to make your toes curl and whines escape you at the feeling of the force of his thrusts on either side of your body. His second was still lapping up around your clit, finding that perfect spot that nearly made your vision go white and you weren’t sure what escaped your throat other than possibly the best orgasm you would ever experience in your life. 

And it didn’t stop after a second, it just kept going with his tentacles drilling inside you and lapping around your delicate hyper sensitive clit as you whined and cried against him. Jungkook moaned softly as you felt what potentially might have been a second tentacle greedily pushing inside your cunt, whimpers escaping you at how harshly he was thrusting up inside you and how stretched your body was. 

Your mouth parting at the feeling of the forth tentacle pushing its way to meet the first as you squeaked and whined against him, a tentacle wrapping around your waist to hold up your lower body that nearly collapsed as your vision blurred with tears at how hard you were being fucked. Jungkook’s eyes were shut tightly and his hands had finally grabbed your waist as extra support as his third tentacle wiggled its way further into your ass. The pleasurable sting becoming more and more noticeable as you cried out at the feeling of one tentacle flicking up against your g-spot and the other harshly thrusting into you while your clit was hypersensitive at the feeling of being rubbed and flicked. 

Your last orgasm couldn’t even compete with this one as you cried out, body convulsing and cunt tightening as you nearly scrambled almost looking possessed to the unknown eye, your body had clenched up so hard at being so filled you hadn’t even heard the sharp whine from Jungkook. Hot liquid suddenly spurted everywhere the majority of it inside you but some getting on you, over the bed, everywhere. 

Jungkook whimpered and whined, digging his face into your neck and his tentacles were pulsing sharply as if literally pumping out every drop of liquid they could inside you. You were so fucked out you could hardly even ask what in the actual hell he just injected inside you. You had already been tired before but your body was burning and aching, feeling as if you had literally been ripped to pieces. 

At least you finally got a piece of that tentacle action.

You were not someone that fucked and then immediately slept afterwards, typically after a one night stand, depending on your relation with the person you would either ghost them by pretending to go to the bathroom, talk and hang out afterwards, or go get something to eat together, or by yourself, you weren’t picky.

Rubbing your blurry eyes you yawned, your body aching with even the slightest movement, Jungkook was the first man who had ever fucked you so hard, you had little to no choice but to fall asleep afterwards, you probably couldn’t even stand if you wanted too. He was curled up against your chest at the moment, his head pressed into your breasts looking way too content at the moment. 

Your eyes trailed down at his fluffy raven hair before down the warm tawny skin of his back, something in your chest stirring, it felt like it was almost physically tugging you closer to his body, your hand finding its way to his hair making him stir a little. Jungkook’s arms wiggled against your waist to make himself comfortable once more before relaxed with a content sigh. 

The marks on his back glowed a sentient purple, you had never gotten a good look at his back before. 

And while this wasn’t that great of a position to view, you were still curious with what you could see, they formed two long strips down his back widening a fair bit and they stopped just at the smallest part of his waist. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve remarked that it looked like he had wings ripped from his back.

As morbid as it sounded, and that is of course if they glowed like this. Jungkook really was the prettiest thing you had ever seen, your hand hadn’t even meant to pull from his hair down his neck, you couldn’t help the tug in your chest wanting to touch.

However the moment your fingers grazed over the mark that covered his left shoulder blade Jungkook nearly flew out of your arms making you jolt in just as much surprise as him, his lips parted and he had sat up, gaze sharp as he looked around as if for any possible intruders. Slowly as he woke up though he came to the realization it was just you and him, your smile becoming somewhat sheepish as you mumbled, “Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You cleared your throat feeling bad now, was it just that sensitive? You might not know much about Orionian’s but you could take a guess and assume that was the opening to where his tentacles laid dormant, and given they were also how they procreated...It was natural Jungkook was probably a little defensive about them being touched. 

Jungkook said nothing though, only staring at you for a long moment before he whined a little, suddenly crawling back up to you before collapsing on top of you as you huffed, “You can’t startle me like that, my scaling is sensitive.” He mumbled a little shy, grabbing your hand as he placed it back on top of his head obviously wanting affection. 

Your fingers dug back into his scalp making a pleasant noise escape him as his body relaxed once more, “...Scaling?” Your brows furrowed at his words, complying with his silent demand to have his hair played with as he curled up against you, his lips tugged into a smile as he rested his face between your breast. 

“Yeah, my scales.” Jungkook nodded as he held up his arm, pointing at the glowing marks making you frown, that...looked nothing like scales....Jungkook smiled a little as he rested back down while explaining, “There filled with hyper plasma so depending on the hormonal chemistry of my body will change colors.” You got that part, even before he could speak English, but still...when you thought of scales, you thought of stuff like fish and...scaly things. Not aliens. 

Jungkook only smiled happily as he looked up at you, it looked like thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes and the dim lights reflected off his iridescent skin, little tones of purple and blue could be spotted as he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers carefully trailing down your jawline. There was a wave in your chest, something strong like...the only thing you could describe was pure happiness, “Hey what did you blow inside?” You hadn’t even meant to ask that question but it had abruptly crossed your mind. 

Jungkook’s gaze faltered a little, his scales suddenly turning bright pink and his bashfully lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek on your chest as he mumbled, “It was just plasma, it’s what helps carry eggs when they’re released but...I already told you...my eggs aren’t ready yet. You have no possible chance of getting pregnant without my prior knowledge.” 

His fingers tethered against your stomach as if saddened at the idea that his future kin weren’t in your stomach, a wave of sadness fleeting inside your chest briefly as you frowned, why did you feel so odd? You weren’t even the least bit sad about not being pregnant. 

“Okay...good I was just..wondering since…” You coughed a little, not finishing your sentence which you were originally going to say because he used you like an actual cum dump- not that you minded. But still. It was good to know. Jungkook said no more, only burying into your chest with a pouty whine. 

Yawning you stretched out looking around before grabbing your phone which had somehow made it alive on your night stand, your notifications flooded with Jimin’s drunk texting on where you went last night and why you weren’t home...Wait, your eyes darted to the time, it was noon?! You had a lecture in half an hour! 

“Fuck! I have to get to class!” You immediately jolted up making Jungkook whine as he was jostled onto the bed as you limped along in search of your clothes, your body aching and resisting with each fumble before you nearly collapsed out of fatigue while grabbing your panties. 

“Can’t you just stay? Just for a little longer?” Jungkook mumbled, his lips in a large puppy like pout as he held out his hand to you, something stirring in your chest that wanted to just curl back up against him, his eyes doe like and soft, almost pleading for you to cuddle back up against him. 

“I have midterms coming up Jungkook, I really can’t afford to skip class.” You offered an apologetic smile, “Besides it’s not like we can’t go get something to eat later or anything.” Pulling your pants up you wobbled to the door, frowning as you pulled your sweatshirt back over your head, where was the door handle…?

��..B-but!” Jungkook fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head before hurrying over to you, “Just five more minutes? Or two? Please…!” There was something urgent in his voice as his lips trembled as if he would be devastated if you left. 

Examining the door your lips parted as you pushed the button on the wall, jolting a little as the door slid open, “Jungkook,” You paused briefly, feeling a dull ache in your chest, a brief desire to do as pleaded as you looked up at him, “I really have to go to class okay? I’ll drop by later when I’m finished for the day I’m sure you...have stuff you need to talk about with your...um...kin…” You raised your brow a little awkwardly before you back walking down the hallway, something inside the back of your head almost tempted to stay with him. 

He looked so panicked and whiny, it made you feel bad for having to go, and furthermore you secretly wished you could stay longer but you couldn’t afford to miss class with midterms so close. 

If your memory was correct this should lead to…! Aha, you felt victorious at the sight of the main, living area?  The circular table was towards the smaller three step ledge that went up into the control room and the purple bonsai-like plant which had just been freshly pruned sat delicately on the other side of the room. 

“No! I....Can I come with you then? And then we can come back here together later?” Jungkook pleaded, his lips trembling and his eyes almost watery as you paused with a sigh, he was really tugging on your heart strings huh...It was almost easier to deny him back when he was unable to actually speak his wants to you. 

“Jungkook I- I mean I guess you could…? But like, it’s just lecture, it’s boring, I have to be focused the whole time and no offense but...I feel like if you came I wouldn’t focus.” You pulled a little away from him with an awkward smile while silently hoping the door had been fixed. 

“Morning you two,” You turned around at the sight of Namjoon appearing from the large opening of the control room Taehyung who still looked sour following after him only to lean against the wall with crossed arms, Namjoon stepped down the three steps as he offered a polite smile, “I hope you slept well, I’m sure it’s a lot different compared to human dorms.” 

You looked away from Namjoon unable to speak at the question of having slept well, you hardly slept half the night after getting your back blown out, but he was right, it was nothing like human- in any aspect whatsoever, whether it was the bed or who you got fucked by last night. 

“It was fine...um the door....Is it fixed?” You pointed your thumb behind your shoulder as you offered a weak smile. 

Namjoon nodded stepping closer before he abruptly paused, his brows furrowing before he looked between you and Jungkook without so much as a word, it made you somewhat self conscious as you shuffled in your spot at nobody volunteering to get the door open, “Yeah, it’s fixed, umm…” His smile was a little tense before he looked between you and Jungkook, “Are you both going out? Already?” 

Jungkook refused to look his elder in the eyes, his lips plush and pouty, hair dusting over his eyes as he shuffled in his spot refusing to answer whatever unasked question his elder had, “Uh yeah, I’m going to class, Jungkook can stay here though, I’ll be back later.” You shrugged, not understanding what their problem was. 

Taehyung had not interjected into the conversation yet, his dark hair brushing over his eyes only in the opposite effect of Jungkook, making him look as if he had a death warrant with your name on it, “And leave Jungkook alone?” He gritted his teeth looking like he was ready to snarl at you, your lips quirked a little and your brow lifted in confusion, wasn’t that typically what people meant when they said they had to leave…? 

“Uh yeah, and I’ll come back…?” You trailed off, making it sound more like a question then a statement before Taehyung suddenly pushed off the wall, his walk was by no means in any hurry, but his shoulders were squared and his steps were paced with determination that had you taking a step back at the sight of him not stopping until he was right in front of you. 

The energy of the room had gone tense before Taehyung snarled, “You bonded with my little brother and now you’re going to leave him!?” 

You shrieked at suddenly being shoved against the wall, your ribs throbbing in pain as Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe as you gagged, “Humans really are pathetic selfish people.” Tentacles suddenly wrapped around Taehyung’s hand before he was ripped away from you, hot red scales were a blur as Jungkook stood in front of you protectively. 

Your hands rubbing your sore throat as you leaned against the wall gasping for air, “Stay out of this!” Jungkook growled, his lips twitching and his eyes burning into his brothers, “This doesn’t involve you, let me sort it out and if you ever fucking touch my mate like that again I won’t hesitate to rip your eggs straight out of your utaria.” 

You jolted at the sight of Taehyung lashing out at Jungkook, both of them slamming into the wall near the hallway as they grappled and yet you could only stare in shock at what had just happened and what you had just heard. Namjoon was immediately between them both separating the two as he growled, “Taehyung that wasn’t necessary! I doubt she even realizes what happened!” Namjoon immediately twisted towards Jungkook with a scowl, “And you! What did I tell you last night?” 

Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, his scales a hot burning red that matched Taehyung’s and yet his eyes couldn’t meet Namjoon’s, his lips twitching a little as he glared into the wall, his expression slowly melting as Namjoon snapped, “What did I tell you!? Why can’t you two ever listen for once? If you had we probably wouldn’t even be stuck on Earth right now! This is your mess Jungkook, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bond this early on in our stay on Earth.” 

Jungkook’s expression had turned neutral but something in his eyes still seemed bitter as he stared at the ground now, perhaps too scared to look up at you, who had backed away from all the men in shock. You...but...Jungkook said…The silence set in and slowly each brother turned their gaze towards you before Jungkook was the last, his face filled with remorse at your expression as your lips parted, “You…! You told me-” Your lips parted variously before you finally forced out a sentence, “You lied to me!” 

“I didn’t!” Jungkook immediately hurried over to you, his expression filled with guilt and desperation, “I- Y/n I wasn’t even aware we had bonded until Taehyung pointed it out! I’m sorry I had no idea I…!” All you heard was excuse after excuse though, something indescribable filled your chest and your vision blurred in anger. 

“I’m going! I can’t…! I can’t even look at you right now Jungkook!” Upset felt like it had magnified tenfold in your chest as you rushed down the metal stairs, punching against the button before the door opened, your throat felt squeezed and like you were suffocating as you ran as far and fast as your legs could take you. What was happening to you? 

“I’m fine…” 

Jimin and Seokjin exchanged glances, light poured in from the opened door behind them of your bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body has you held it up above your nose, “Uh don’t lie bitch,” Jimin quirked a brow, his lips twitching in anger at just the sight of you trying to tell such an obvious lie, “It’s been three days since...whatever happened with JK- “Jungkook,” “I don’t give a fuck what his name is, you’ve been a recluse ever since, what happened?” 

Just the mention of Jungkook’s name made your chest physically ache as you curled further into yourself, you weren’t in physical pain, you couldn’t even fully describe it. 

All of your feelings just felt so amplified, like they swirled at just the surface of your chest and ready to burst out at any given moment. It felt like a physical string around your heart that squeezed and tugged harder and harder that left you in a depressed state with no energy left to do anything except what you had been doing.

Weakly sleeping half the time or scrolling on your phone in a useless attempt to think about anything other than Jungkook. You couldn’t even understand how you felt so attached to him and how much your body ached to just be wrapped up in his arms, but you were still so upset at what had happened. 

Questions swirled in your mind and to which you didn’t have the answer too and it made you even more upset that you wouldn’t get answers unless you went back, “Y/n, we’re just worried.” Seokjin raised his brows, his expression apprehensive but softened at the weak state you were in, “You haven’t been out of your room ever since the morning after the party. Midterms are just around the corner, I doubt you slack off for a shit reason.” 

You only curled up further before you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally caved in and mumbled an explanation as to what had happened and what you were now suffering under. Seokjin seemed more calm but Jimin’s lips were twitching in anger as he scowled, “You’re joking! Well let’s just go and demand he cut whatever alien ties he has on you.” 

You knew he was just trying to help but you only shook your head, “...Taehyung said I was the one that had apparently formed the bond, I didn’t even know that was possible.” You mumbled, you buried into your pillow, a feeling of guilt building into your chest as you tried to forget the ghost image of Jungkook’s hurt eyes in your mind. 

“Well it’s obviously affecting you mentally and physically, I mean seriously, you haven’t showered in days, you aren’t eating, Y/n…” Seokjin kneeled down, a frown on his face, “You need to swallow your pride, as stubborn as you are, and go talk to Jungkook about this. We’ll come with you, you probably won’t even have the energy to get there, but he’s the only one who can help.”

You managed to roll over to your side, your back facing them both now as you pulled the blanket over your head, you didn’t want to face Jungkook again, you weren’t sure you were ready to. You had so many mixed feelings and you weren’t even sure what to begin on asking questions. 

Neither said anymore before you heard Seokjin reluctantly sigh, “I’ll leave it for tonight, but tomorrow morning you’re giving us directions and we’re going to get this sorted.” They both left shortly after and closed the door sinking the room back into a depth of darkness. A heavy weight back on your chest and sudden ache filling you as you curled up, a dull sense of urgency inside you but you couldn’t distinguish what for. It felt like you needed to cry even despite not feeling sad, but maybe as a way to just release this energy.

But you didn’t do anything besides lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache of your head, what a shit show. If you had known what your life would come to by just trying to be a good person, you would’ve left him in that ditch. ----

It felt like your body was being dragged through the mud, through the fire and hell maybe even gitting shit on at this point, “This is so stupid.” You mumbled, curled up in your hoodie as you hugged your knees into your chest in the back of Seokjin’s car. 

“You’re the one that fucked an alien,” Jimin snorted, twisting in his seat as he cocked a brow, “Which, what possessed you to do that seriously? Your stupid little hentai fantasies?” He stared at you with a bizarre expression as you snorted weakly. 

“Yeah pretty much.” 

“Fucking knew it,” Jimin collapsed back in his seat, “We could get our assholes probed by aliens now because she couldn’t keep her panties on at the sight of a slimy tentacle.” He raised his hands dramatically and you could’ve sworn you heard Seokjin try to keep from laughing at you both. 

“They’ll probe you with their tentacles too, apparently they make their own lube home made so they’ll slide it right in no problem.” If you had the energy you would’ve died laughing at the way Jimin whipped around in his seat in horror. 

“No fucking way. You WILLINGLY let him do that to you?” 

You couldn’t stop the weak laugh escaping you as you leaned your head against the window, “I’m a slut.” You shrugged before you lifted your head a little, “Right there! It should be in the field. I think it has some sort of cloaking shield or something.” Seokjin pulled off on the old winding back road which looked familiar enough.

He hadn’t been going fast to begin with and you had already stopped twice and the two other fields had been empty so this one had to be it, and if it wasn’t then it was safe to say you broken Jungkook’s heart right in two and he and his other space fuckboy brothers left Earth for good. Which you hoped not because you felt like you were in a weird limbo between life and death at the moment. 

Stepping out of the car you paused as you heaved a breath, leaning against the car as you sighed, the energy feeling like it had been sucked straight out of your soul every passing minute. Jimin looked at you mildly concerned as you waved him off, slowly pushing yourself straight up as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

The comforts of your hoodie keep you warm as you ignore the dull ache in your chest, Seokjin and Jimin both kept close as you all looked like idiots wandering around in an empty field. The empty field however, upon stepping forward had suddenly blurred before the familiar sight of the ship came into view. Seokjin and Jimin were dumbfounded at the sight as they both stared. 

You only trudged forward towards the door before you slammed your hand against the metal door, “Well? What are you both doing just standing there?” You asked with a furrowed brow.

“Well sorry I didn’t fuck an alien the first chance I got.” Jimin fumbled out with a huff as he hurried over along with Seokjin. 

The door had immediately been opened to a relieved looking Namjoon, his eyes briefly landing on Jimin and Seokjin warily as he spoke, “I’m glad you came back! Come on, hurry in.” He ushered you in, “...I’m assuming these are your...friends…?” 

“Best friends, roommates, the same guys that also allowed your little space fuckboy to stay with us.” Jimin growled out as he crossed his arms, standing as a big brother you never asked for as Seokjin snorted. 

“Chill,” He shoved Jimin a little who only grumbled under his breath before he spoke, “I’m Seokjin and that’s Jimin, we’re Y/n’s roommates we’re already uh...aware of what you guys are we just...we don’t know what’s going on, we just want Y/n to be okay.” 

Namjoon nodded slowly, still a little wary but it was to be expected, he said no more as he widened the latch for the three of you, “Y/n left right at the beginning stage of their bond when it’s imperative that the newly bonded couple stay together and establish a stable connection. If not, it becomes unstable and drains the life force out of both individuals causing a wide variety of ailments and illnesses to take over. It’s good you guys came back when you did, Jungkook is doing even worse sense he was the Si in the bond.” 

“What is she doing back here?” Your lips twitched a little at the snarl from Taehyung who had shot up from his seat at the table, his eyes glaring holes into you and honestly, if he could vaperize you into dust at the moment you were sure he probably would. 

“Here to break the little probe ass connection your fuckboy put on her,” Jimin snapped back unappreciative at someone talking this way to you especially in the condition you were in right now.

Taehyung’s lip twitched as he shot out of his seat, “My little brother may be naive but he had good intentions and she took advantage of his fragile state! He wasn’t in any sort of headspace to do anything!” You only curled away from Taehyung with mixed feelings, you wouldn’t necessarily describe Jungkook’s state of mind at the time, fragile as it was just horny. 

Namjoon sighed as he looked at Seokjin before at you and then the two feuding men who were practically glaring into one another, “Taehyung, don’t do anything irrational, I’m going to get Jungkook.” Namjoon disappeared and it was quiet inside the ship as a tension took over the room. 

You tried your best to ignore it as you slumped against the wall, listening to the whirling on the interior running. Not a minute later you heard a loud flutter of steps as you looked up, Jungkook’s hair had been ruffled and he had looked extraordinarily tired, his scales however were lit up a sky blue, his lips parted as if trying to figure out if you were real or not before he hurried to you. 

His arms wrapping around you and a small whimper escaping him as his nose rubbed into your neck, your face pressed into his chest with a sigh of relief, the dull ache in your chest fading quickly as you basked in the warmth of Jungkook’s arms. You had hugged many people in your life before and sure it was nice, but you couldn’t even describe the wash of comfort and love that radiated through your entire being at being curled up in this man’s arms. 

Jungkook’s nose nudged at your neck a little and buried himself into your embrace as his fingers fiddled with the thick material of your hoodie, “Jungkook,” Jungkook shuffled a little, his body practically wrapped around you as his eyes slowly looked up from his content figure to meet Namjoon’s gaze, “You both should go lay down and begin to properly set your bond together, I’m sure you’re both exhausted.” 

Jungkook nodded wordlessly, perhaps not trusting himself to speak as he began to lead you towards his pod, “Woah, wait hold on.” Jimin cut in only for a snarl like growl to escape Jungkook, tentacles suddenly shooting from his back protectively pulling towards the front of his body to create a barrier between you and any threat that might take you away from him. 

“Woah holy fuck!” Jimin nearly screeched, holding his hands up and freaking out a little at seeing a killer glare on such an innocent face, “We didn’t come here for this…! What, what do you mean, set a bond? I don’t want Y/n out of our sight…!” 

Jungkook’s lip twitched in annoyance as he set his chin on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist and you could see the red glow of his scales slowly deepening further into a dark maroon, he did not look happy. 

Namjoon put up a hand, offering a tense smile, “All that entails is them being together and being close, they need to stabilize their bond. Once it’s set they can figure out whether they want to...bond further or…” Namjoon didn’t finish his sentence, is eyes warily lingering on the younger’s expression which was sharp and annoyed, “...You get the idea, I would advise against stopping him, trying to separate them now when he just got her back….I can’t guarantee I’ll keep you both alive.” 

Jimin and Seokjin shared a wary glance before stepping aside, Jungkook’s gaze broody as he watched them sharply as he trudged you both forward, his tentacles still out and floating behind him now as if ready to strike on contact. The tension didn’t leave until you were back into his pod once more, the room having not been changed except for a lot more clutter accumulation- much like your own room. 

You hadn’t even had the chance to open your mouth before you were suddenly picking up, your legs wrapping around Jungkook as you squirmed, “Jungkook!” You squeaked out, his hands gripping your ass tightly but his face kept nudging into your neck as he whined,  the killer aura he had not seconds ago immediately disappearing, “Don’t ever do that again,” You were nearly crushed when you were dropped onto the bed before Jungkook collapsed on top of you, “Please.” Guilt nearly devoured your heart at the way Jungkook held back a sob, his voice pleading and cracked, “It’s not fair! You-! You can’t just do this to me then leave. Never again.” You felt warm substance dripping onto your skin and your heart was pounding in your chest. 

An innate need coursing through your veins to dry his tears as you did so, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?” You whispered out, your hands cupping his cheeks, that iridescent glow on his skin and his eyes watery and big, “I’m just…! I was just scared, I didn’t know what was going on and I just thought I needed time to think. I had no idea what the effects were and what would happen if I left. I’m not going to leave okay? I won’t leave.” 

Jungkook only closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but watch in a melancholy awe at an almost glittery substance filling his tears, making the stains on his skin glisten and glitter under the dark lights of his room, Jungkook said no more, perhaps not trusting himself too and only curled himself further against your as your hands soothingly ran through his hair as his body melted into yours. No words were further spoken between you both as you curled against him once more, your nose burying in his hair with the innate need to comfort him. 

Feelings were too intense and magnified, as if you could feel every speck of hurt and misery Jungkook had suffered without you and despite being cognitively aware you in any other case wouldn’t be like this, you still were. You didn’t understand what happened, or how it happened, but what you did know was that despite all of the uncertainty, Jungkook needed you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, neither of you had talked for what seemed like hours, only staying close in one another's arms, and slow but surely, that unstable feeling in your chest was beginning to fade and was replaced by what you could only describe as a warm, bright thrum.

Both of you were awake, but Jungkook’s eyes looked far away, his face still laid against your chest as you tenderly stroked through his hair, “Jungkook,” He didn’t respond right away, shifting a little before those doe eyes looked up at you, his lips jutted into a soft pout that nearly broke your heart out of guilt, “What....what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Your fingers delicately traced his prominent cheekbones, his face immediately nuzzling into your hand as his eyes closed. 

Jungkook’s lips trembled only a little as he mumbled, “...I...I’m not sure...I told you before that in order for a bond to be created it has to be wanted between both parties involved,” His nose nudged your hand as you tenderly thumbed his cheek, “Wh-which means...even if it wasn’t a surface thought you still energetically reached out and initiated the bond making you the Fi and me the Si since I accepted without realizing.” 

His lips went pouty before he pressed his head back against your chest as you stared down at him mildly confused, perhaps realizing this he spoke further, “Fi and Si are considered sacred opposites, in a bond both people take on one or the other, the initiator the Fi and the receiver the Si, it makes sense you didn’t feel as much as I did, the Fi in the bond isn’t affected nearly as heavily as the Si is because you were the one who created the bond.”

You still didn’t quite understand other than this being a Yin and Yang equivalent with a dash of omegaverse on the side, but then again, if humans had descended from Orionian’s then the apple truly didn’t fall too far from the tree. 

“And...the Fi is what…? The more dominant one?” You quirked a brow, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as Jungkook looked up at you, an unfair pout of his face as he set his chin on your chest, leading you to believe there was some merit to your words. 

“Not exactly, it just means you were the one who established the bond, making you the one who, in more primal words, the caretaker. With newly bonded couples, it’s imperative that you be together for the first few days to stabilize the bond. Si tends to be more....” He shifted a little, his scales becoming pink as he buried into your chest, “...Clingy...and Fi tends to facilitate and care for Si while the bond stabilizes.”

Your hand made its way back to his hair as you tenderly combed through the soft silky locks as Jungkook’s relaxed back against you, practically melting into your touch as you hummed, “And...if it isn’t stabilized?” 

Jungkook shifted a little against you as he mumbled, “...Well, both people become....I don’t know how to truly describe, if a bond isn’t stabilized...it becomes difficult to distinguish your own feelings from your partners, and with the bond unstable it causes an emptiness to fill both which causes sadness and pain, but because feelings can be mutually felt, it magnifies those feelings tenfold...Until eventually….” Jungkook frowned as he shrugged a little timidly, “Both go insane, or end up commiting suicide out of despair. Si feels it a lot more intensely then Fi though because of being the one who was tethered into the bond rather than creating it.”

Oh…

You said nothing, feeling even worse now knowing what had happened and what you could have possibly caused, not only this but for Jungkook to suffer through so much all because you couldn’t just hear him out for less than five minutes, “Don’t blame yourself,” Jungkook sat up a little to look at you earnestly, as if knowing exactly what you felt despite not saying anything, “You don’t know anything about Orionian’s, I...I should’ve handled everything better then I did…” His gaze lowered looking a little glassy as he sighed, “Just...please never do that again.” He collapsed back against you with a quiet mumble, “I was miserable.” 

“I won’t baby.” You ushered softly, pressing your lips into his hair as he basked in your love, the silence taking over once more as you relaxed back down against him, intending on letting yourself fall asleep again before you felt a low rumble in your stomach, before you sighed...Well he did say since you were….Fi...that you were supposed to be a caretaker....?

“Hey, I’m starving...you want me to get us something to eat?” You sat up a little as Jungkook shifted beneath you with a whine, his cheeks puffing a little as he huffed, saying nothing but you had a suspicion that he was definitely hungry, “I’m getting us something to eat, what do you want babe?” You got out of bed making Jungkook scramble with another whine. 

He immediately latched himself to you as you sighed, “Then we’re going together. Do you guys even have human food here?” 

“We have plamatic barrettes.” Jungkook perked a little in excitement as you frowned. 

“Can...Are...are they edible for humans?” You raised a brow as you opened the door, doing an awkward waddle as Jungkook back hugged you, happily nuzzling into your neck before he frowned.

“Well...um…” He rubbed his head as you tutted, it wasn’t that you weren’t willing to try it but you were really craving some fries right now and whatever it was they ate, didn’t sound even close to a potato. 

“We can try it later babe, I brought my wallet so we can go get something to eat, if Jimin and Seokjin haven’t left it’ll be like a two minute drive.” You shrugged as you both entered the common space. 

“You both aren’t going anywhere.” Namjoon had been running around with Taehyung while Jimin and Seokjin were working frantically on...what looked like an engine box as the man turned around with a serious expression making you and Jungkook twist into concern, “The Arbitrators are here on Earth, which means we’re leaving.” 

You didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation but...you had a feeling this wasn’t an ideal situation.

[frownyalfred]

okay i know goel is a little,,,, old school, but do u have thoughts abt batman judaism wrt blood avenging and uhhhhh jason perhaps? feel free to ignore if ur sick of these questions

This is a great question anon! I love these theological/Jewish questions about Batman/Bruce Wayne, because so much of his character and backstory are informed by Judaism.

For those who don’t know — there is (was) a concept of a “blood avenger” in the Old Testament, Deuteronomy I think? Blood Avengers were the family (or even heirs) of a person who was murdered, accidentally killed, or suffered other serious crimes who had a “right” (or expectation) to kill the person responsible.

This “goel hadam” (blood redeemer, blood avenger) had very specific Old Testament rules about how and when they could kill the person responsible for the “blood shedding”. It depended on the type of act, the intention of the blood letter (before and after), and whether or not the ancient land (Israel and beyond) allowed the goel hadam to act independently, or merely as an executioner after a guilty “verdict” by courts.

For Batman, the interesting part of this concept arises when discussing the concept of “hot anger” and its presence at the core of the “right” to goel hadam.

Throughout the decades of comics, Batman’s character proclaims several Old Testament and Jewish-inspired moral codes, some at odds with each other, some not.

Examples include the preservation of human life above all else (pikuach nefesh), or Batman’s no killing rule, but also, somewhat contradictorily, the idea of physical punishment and severe injury as a requirement to stop greater harm or violence from occurring.

Batman won’t shoot a single criminal in the name of “saving Gotham”; however, he will commit assault and enact extrajudicial justice to prevent those criminals from committing other, perhaps more serious crimes. As long as these criminals don’t die from their injuries, he hasn’t technically erred in the halachic interpretations.

Firstly, we must decide if Batman’s character acts in “hot anger” as he enacts justice in Gotham. I would argue that he does not — the concepts of pikuach nefesh and other codes suggest that he is lawful, or as much as you can be while committing extrajudicial violence, and rarely relies on reactionary anger of his own to choose targets. He also has his own rules about violence and investigation — much of his violence is intentional, not discovered in the moment.

That is not to say that Bruce wouldn’t have “hot anger” as a result of Jason’s death. I’m quite sure he did, and the comics confirm this. But he doesn’t act on any immediate anger. He doesn’t immediately kill the Joker, or detain the Joker, or attempt to arrest the Joker and receive justice for Jason’s death in the court of law.

“Hot anger” is a nod to Old Testament human nature, or the allowance that a person wronged by the murder of their next of kin would be humanly, acceptably angered to the point of committing something that would normally be considered a sin — the taking of another human life.

Most importantly, “hot anger” was said to imply the negation of any premeditation. I.e., the killing by the goel hadam itself would still be unlawful, but the person themself would not be liable.

An important distinction — the murder would still be considered the modern equivalent of manslaughter. If Batman did kill the Joker because of or in direct relation to his “hot anger” over Jason’s death, it would not be murder, but it would still violate his “no killing” rule, which we’ve already linked to the concept of pikuach nefesh.

So which is more important in the eyes of scripture? Pikuach nefesh, or goel hadam?

A third element to add to all of this is Supra, the obligation to kill to protect another person’s life or in self defense.

But supra has to be a specific, identifiable danger in the moment. I.e., if Batman were in the warehouse as Jason was beaten to death, he would have an obligation to use deadly force (if needed) to subdue the Joker and prevent Jason’s death.

Would Batman have an obligation to kill the Joker after Jason’s death (or arguably, even before)? Only if he could prove in the moment that another life was in the balance and it could only be saved by the killing of the aggressor.

Jason’s problem with Bruce, as we see later, is that he insists Bruce had the obligation to Supra, both before and after his death, and did not act on it.

In my interpretation, Batman had the halachic right to “hot anger” and goel hadam (as next of kin to Jason) to kill the Joker immediately upon discovering the murder of his son.

But he did not use or acknowledge this right; either because he could not kill right away with “hot anger”, or because his “no killing rule” extended to manslaughter, which Old Testament law would consider the potential killing of the Joker.

Arguably, there is no “expiration” of hot anger. But I think Bruce would agree that, after Jason’s death, his months afterward dwelling on the death and envisioning the Joker dying were much more premeditated than not. He did not kill the Joker immediately, and while hot anger negates the application of the charge of premeditated murder, it would be much harder to link any later killing to goel hadam, especially when the Joker continued to kill and create scenarios that required Batman’s intervention.

And, again, Batman’s no killing rule would prevent even manslaughter from occurring. Notably, his “injure them until they ALMOST die” rule in some comic runs would be considered manslaughter or unjustifiable anyway. So, if he was willing to bend that rule for others, theoretically it could also be bent for the Joker?

Perhaps more importantly, Bruce knew after Jason’s death (and before, but arguably less so) that the Joker would kill, and would continue to place Batman into situations where killing the Joker would preserve human life. But he denies supra in light of pikuach nefesh, or perhaps something else entirely. Is it really the value of human life that stops Bruce?

In conclusion: Old Testament/Jewish concepts of killing and ethics deeply inform Bruce’s character, but to the point of being contradictory and hard to balance.

When he does have the opportunity to pit concepts of killing and non violence against each other, Bruce tends to favor pikuach nefesh, or a twisted version of it, above all else. This is largely in line with modern concepts of Jewish law, with some exceptions.

Sources for the technical stuff:

https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/blood-avenger

https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/homicide

[forever-rogue]

Douse the Lights

A/N: I have no excuse for this, except I love one (1) Din Djarin and he deserves this and so do we. Enjoy! A little Happy New Year gift from me to you! As always, comments and feedback are welcomed! xx

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only) - oral (m and f receiving), unprotected PiV, choking, degradation, creampie...filth. This is just filth. 

STUTTER SOMETHING PROFOUND (PART 2)

THE MANDALORIAN MASTERLIST

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“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then stop kriffing staring at me.”

“I wasn’t even looking in your direction.”

“You,” with a sharp turn of your head you saw that he wasn’t even near you. Nope. Not at all. 

Kriff. Awkward.

“Lothcat got your tongue, Princess?” you’d never seen his face, but Maker, you just knew there was a wicked smirk on it.

“Just mind your own business,” stowing away your clean blasters with a huff, you prayed with all your might that he couldn’t see the flush of warmth on your face or hear the crack in your voice. You hated him. Everything about him.

At least you wanted to; you would have given anything in the galaxy to. It would make constantly being around the Mandalorian that you called your employer a lot easier. 

Maybe if you kept repeating it yourself, you would manifest it to become true. That you could hate that annoying, half-witted, tin can. 

“Thought that’s what I was doing,” there was the most minute inkling of amusement in his voice as he came over, lithe and silent - ever the hunter. He was at your side in an instant, the warmth of his body contrasting sharply with the cool metal of the beskar as he sent shivers up and down your spine. Along with the low pooling of heat and desire settling in your belly, but you were going to ignore that for now.

Almost as if he knew the effect he had on you, he made it a point to brush a gloved hand over yours as he nudged you to the side to inspect some of the weapons he’d tasked you with cleaning. You had to be quick in order to shut your mouth and keep a small whimper from escaping your lips. 

How long had it been since someone last touched you? Maker, it had been….dank farrik. It had been way too long. A simple hand brush - there wasn’t even skin to skin contact - and you felt like a lothcat in heat. You really needed to get...some company and have your frustrations taken out or surely you would explode. There was no way you were to give Mando the satisfaction of knowing the type of hold he seemed to possess over you. 

Perhaps once you were out of this more than awkward conversation you could slip out for a few hours and seek some pleasure. The little one had just gone down for a nap a short bit ago, and he was likely to be out for some time. Surely he wouldn’t have a problem for a few hours. Then you could -

“These are still dirty,” was his voice always that rough and low? He had to be doing it on purpose, surely. Before you could contemplate it too much, he took one of the blasters and shoved it back into your hands. Not rough or gentle, but with enough firmness to remind that he was in charge. You looked it over and raised your eyebrows as you inspected it yourself - it was polished to an almost pristine shine, “clean them again. All of them.”

“What the fuck, Mando,” you scoffed with indignation as you rolled your eyes at him, shoving the blaster right into of the black T of his visor. You waved it almost as if to prove your point, “this is clean. I dare you to find a cleaner blaster in this Maker forsaken galaxy.”

He was quick to your grab your wrist, his grip was firm as he kept your hand from moving. You didn’t normally argue with your stoic and mysterious employer, but this was apparently new and uncharted territory. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but there was a shift between the two of you, something had changed. The tension in the air was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the dullest of knives as you stared back at him. 

“Clean it again,” it was a growl that went straight to your cunt as you subconsciously clenched your thighs at the sound. Either this was a one time deal that you would commit to memory or you were going to make it a point to annoy him more often. As he stared you down, he slowly let go of your wrist and pointed at the discarded cleaning rag, “and make sure its actually clean this time.”

“You are the worst,” you tried to retain the little bit of composure that you had remaining as you swiped the blaster back.

“And you are a brat,” brat. Brat. Brat. Brat. Of all the words available in all of the galaxy, he had to choose that one. This was absolutely on purpose. The Mandalorian never did anything without careful planning and calculating the risks. The same could be said with his words; this was all carefully and deliberately chosen. He cocked his head to the side, almost as if trying to gauge your reaction, “but here we are. Get them clean.”

“Or what?” it was a mere pathetic squeak as found yourself almost unable to meet his face.

“Just get it done.”

Without another word he strode away, as silent and dangerous as he was when he first came in. If you were stronger, if you weren’t a weak little fool, you would have looked away and focused on your work. 

But no. Not today.

Instead you watched him go, staring shamelessly at his imposing figure as he moved to disappear back into the cockpit to do whatever it was that he did. 

Was his ass always that nice? Were those thighs always so strong and sturdy? Was he always so damn broad and wide? 

Shit. 

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” you hissed at yourself as you picked the rag back up and slammed yourself back down on the bench in order to re-clean all the weapons that you had just done. He wanted clean weapons? You’d give him the cleanest blasters he’d ever seen. 

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Almost an hour had crept by when you’d finished your second round of cleaning. At this point you honestly didn’t care if the Mandalorian deemed the job satisfactory or not. The longer you had ruminated on his words, the more frustrated you became. 

Each word, each touch seemed burned into your mind as you let your imagination take over. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him before. There had been a number of sleepless nights when you imagined it had been his hand between your thighs, his fingers running through your slick folds before they slipped inside of you. On nights when you really couldn't help yourself, you even imagined it was his cock, how he would feel buried to the hilt inside of you. You wondered what he would be like, but something - this day in particular - told that he was big. And he would get the job done.

But it wasn’t going to happen. 

Nope. No. Nah. You were just his sidekick little employee that most definitely was not going to act on any impulsive or rash decisions. You might have been a lot of things, including a huge fool in that moment, but you weren’t that stupid. You didn’t need to create some unnecessary strain in your relationship with the stoic warrior or even worse, lose your job and home and be left stranded in a forgotten corner of the galaxy. 

Even as you tried to rationalize all the ways in which acting on your impulses was a horrible idea, the frustration and the throbbing between your legs didn't wane. You were getting so desperate and pathetically needy that you sat on the edge of your small bench just at the angle so you could get a little bit of friction on your clit. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

As you rocked back and forth, trying to keep the little mewls and whines from slipping past your lips, you realized you couldn't do this.

You couldn't risk getting caught by the Mandalorian. Oh yes, everything's fine, just getting myself off. Don't worry, I'm super horny because of you. Yeah of course I'd love your cock.

Yeah. Cool, cool, cool. This would never happen. 

Just when you before you reached your breaking point and had your hands halfway to your soaked core, you stopped. 

"Kriff," you sighed to yourself as you pulled your hand back out and stood up. What the actual fuck had gotten into you? A few commanding words you were completely losing your control. Either you were desperate for a release from something other than your own hand or you craved the mysterious Mandalorian. 

Hastily stashing the impeccably clean blasters back into the weapons cache, you discarded the rag as you quickly came up with a plan. 

Tiptoeing quietly back to where the little one was sleeping, you sneaked a peek and saw that he was still fast asleep. He wouldn't even notice you were gone - that's what you tried to convince yourself as you delicately touched his soft ears and button nose. 

You weren't sure if you were speaking of the Mandalorian or the baby. At this point you really didn't care. 

You glanced back at the ladder towards the cockpit, watching almost as if you expected him to come down and catch you sneaking out. Hells, technically he'd know as soon as you left the ship. You scrawled a quick note telling him that you needed a cleaner or something, in your haste you couldn't even remember what you put, and would need to go to the market.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. That was totally plausible, you insisted to calm your own nerves as you slipped on your boots and a cloak before making your final decision to leave. Attempting to be as quiet and subtle as possible, you slowly made your way off the Crest and started scurrying towards the nearby desolate town of Mos Eisley. In reality you looked more like a scrap rat scurrying away from the light than a woman heading into town to find something. 

Whatever.

Mos Eisley wasn’t exactly known for its sparkling reputation, and you were sure you could get exactly what you wanted quickly enough. In and out, you thought to yourself as a flush rose in your check, well precisely that. For at least you were hoping. 

But the Mandalorian, a seasoned hunter with a reputation for a reason, and didn’t miss a single trick. He was aware of what you were doing before you even left the cargo hold. If he was this frustrated and turned on you by you, his cock hard and straining against the confines of his pants, he was sure you must have been in the same position. 

Oh, but he had been close to breaking, just like you. How easy it would have been to seal the hatch to the cockpit and relieve himself of the desire and ache. But no - just like you he had limits and wasn’t about to give in and stroke his hard cock while you were within earshot. No matter times he had imagined it - fucking your mouth or burying himself deep between your luscious heat before pounding you into oblivion, he wasn’t going to give in this easily. 

He wasn’t a virgin by any means, but with your little backtalk and the way you had looked at him with those wide doe eyes and pretty pouted lips sure had him feeling like one. The thought of burying himself inside you, to watch as you bounced on his cock with your tits in his face was enough to make up his mind. 

One time couldn’t hurt, right? People had casual encounters all the time.Why should this one be any different? If you were willing of course, although judging by how your pupils had dilated with each word from his mouth, had little doubt you felt the same way; but consent of course was key. 

And tomorrow? You’d be back to being the same way you had always been.

Hopefully. Maybe. Probably.

Fuck.

This was a bad idea, and the small, sensible part remaining in his brain told him so. But he was too far in, too deep and lost in his own desires to stop himself. 

He was watched as you ran away, deciding to wait until you were halfway to Mos Eisley before going after you. He’d take the kid to Pelli, sure she’d more than happy to watch him for the night. The rest? That was to be all consumed by you. 

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The old cantina was dirty, dingy, and smelly. There was no doubt in your mind it must have been at least a decade since it was cleaned, and yet it still remained a hot spot; granted not for those of politer society, but enough to get the job down.  You pushed that to the back of your mind as you clambered through the crowd and to the bar, sitting down next to a handsome Zabrak you had spied when you’d walked in. You’d never been with one his kind before, but you’d heard rumors of them, especially when it came to their prowess behind closed doors, and something within you was piqued. 

He must have sensed something was up - as soon as you sat down, he motioned for the bartender to come back and bring the two of you a new round. 

“You’re new here,” he said gruffly, a dangerous edge to his voice, sharp like a knife as he took one of the luminescent drinks and shoved the other towards you.

Before you could even move to grab your drink or utter so much as a word in response, a hand darted and quickly grabbed your wrist, the grip biting and firm. 

“She’s mine,” the words washed over you before you could even turn to look at the Mandalorian. His chest was rising and falling heavy as his visor was trained on your would be companion for the night. A shudder ran up your spine as he pulled you off the stool, the two men glaring at each wordlessly. 

He pulled you behind him, storming out of the cantina as the crowds parted at the sight of the gleaming silver beskar. They knew better than to stand in the way of the Mandalorian. You felt like a child being scolded as he refused to acknowledge you, keeping his gaze trained straight as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. 

“What the hell, Mando?” your question was an indignant shout as your voice climbed an octave. His grip didn’t waver for a moment as he grunted in his response. Oh, he was mad. Yup. Definitely. You had fucked up. 

Any thought of talking back or prodding him further were estopped as you could see him fuming as he dragged your ass back to the Crest. 

This was it, you realized. This was the end where he would fire you and send you packing. Of all the places in the galaxy to be stranded, Tatooine was not one of your top destinations. No one to blame but yourself, you reckoned. 

Instead you hung your head as he refused to look back, making quick work of opening the cargo hold and shoving you inside. There was something about his touch that was rough, almost sending you falling to your ass, but there was still an odd gentleness.

You stared back at the blank visor in challenge, attempting to figure out what was going on. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stared back at you. Neither of you were about to get a good read on each other. 

“Did you really think it was a good idea to just walk away without saying anything?” his voice was dangerously low as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times as you tried to come up with either a smart response or an excuse but instead of anything coherent, it was a mixture of the two. Great. Now he's going to think you were an idiot on top of everything else. 

“I didn’t...just um...doesn’t matter what you...I needed something from the market?” you swallowed the lump on your throat as you dropped your gaze to the floor. He sighed for a moment - heavily - as you’d come to know was his penchant to do. 

“You needed something from the market?” it wasn’t a question so much as an accusation.

“Mhmm.”

“What was it?”

“C-cleaner,” you lied. Somehow it sounded better than saying yeah, I really just wanted a quick fuck because you have me feeling some type of way. 

“There's a new cleaner right in the cabinet,” he said as you internally groaned. He was right - there was a brand new gleaming bottle on the top shelf. He’d gotten some last week, “or did you conveniently forget that?”

“Umm,” you couldn’t get anything else out as he took a step closer and left minimal distance between your bodies. He reached up and put a hand under your chin, turning your face up to meet his, “uh huh.”

“Uh huh, honey,” his voice warmed you up from inside out as you gave him an innocent look. If he hadn’t known what he was doing earlier, he certainly did now. And he was going to milk every second of it, to push this as far as it would go. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, a subconscious gesture, but not unnoticed by the Mandalorian. His hand slipped from your chin and jaw and slid until he was gently holding your throat. His grip was light, and he was barely squeezing, but Maker, you wished he was, “is that really what you were going to do?”

“Y-yeah,” how much longer were you going to keep up this little facade? You had no clue. But the feel of his hand around your airway, pushing slightly, ever so slightly, had your mind positively reeling.

“Then why did you go to that filthy old cantina?” he leaned closer, his helmet mere inches from your face as you closed your eyes, the blood rushing to your ears as you the heat pooled in your belly, “why were you talking to Zabrak? Did you really think he was going to fuck you? To make you feel good?”

“Mhmm,” you managed to murmur after a few beats of silence as you realized what was happening. This was new, uncharted territory - for the both of you - and if you went any further, there would be no going back. And you - fuck it. Your eyes snapped open as you turned to look into the visor, right where his eyes would be, “needed someone to do it, since you never would.” 

And there it was - finally out in the open and hanging thickly between the two of you. All you could ever was a small huff from under the helmet and you were positive he was smirking like a victorious predator.

“Is that what you want, honey?” he asked and you nodded. Give and take and then...it all broke, “get on your knees. Now.”

And you wasted no time sinking onto the cool metal floor, now level with his cock, where you could see the hardness straining against his rough fabric. Shaky fingers worked to hastily pop the button and pull the zipper, but just before you could get to what you wanted, Din roughly grabbed jaw, turning your face up to his, “you take what I give. Yeah?”

“Yes,” you promised, feeling yourself grow wetter and wetter with each word. But then, with another gentle tap to your chin, he seemed almost...gentle, “Mando?”

“If you don’t want this, just say stop,” he waited for you to nod as you a sense of warmth fluttered over you at his desire for consent, “I will not be gentle, I will not-”

“Give it to me then,” you beamed at him before turning back to his cock and pulling out of his underwear. You almost moaned at the sight of his cock, hard and leaking already; and just as your little fantasies had led you to believe, he was more than adequate. 

Spitting into your palm, you took him in your hand, pumping him a few times before licking the head, just small light licks, just enough to tease. Licking a stripe up his shaft, you played with his balls for a moment, earning what you were sure was a small groan from under the helmet. Making it a point to draw it out, you shouldn’t have been surprised when his hand went to the back of your head as he pushed you onto his cock. 

A sound of surprise was muffled by his cock as you took all of him into your mouth, doing your best not to gag as he hit the back of your throat and your nose brushed against the soft curls of hair at his base. Your hands slid up his thighs and found purchase on his hips as he began to fuck your mouth. He started slowly at first, almost as if he was afraid to give too much. When you grew accustomed to him, making it a point to hollow your cheeks and suck him as best as you could, he picked up the pace. And it was brutal in all the best ways, spit was starting to run down your chin along with a few tears that had spilled over, but if nothing else, it worked to spur him on. 

“Look at you,” he grunted between thrusts as he took in the sight in front of him, “take me so well. Knew your big mouth had to be good for something. Always wanted to fuck that pretty face.”

You hummed in delight as you raked your nails over the exposed slivers of his skin on his hips, golden and delicious and you wanted it all. His thrusts slowly become more erratic and sloppy as he twitched in your mouth. His hand dropped from the back of your head as you took over and put a hand back on his shaft as you worked to finish him off. 

Soon enough he did, followed by an almost primal growl as he came, his hot, thick, cum coating your mouth and you eagerly swallowed all that he offered, which unsurprisingly, was a lot. As his breathing slowed down and he slowly came down from the rush of his high, you pulled back from him, looking up at him with innocent eyes and a wicked smile. You cleaned him off, but just as you went to wipe at your mouth, his gloved hand was faster and he collected the spit and cum that had spilled out and pushed it back into your mouth with two fingers. You grabbed his wrist and made a show of sucking his fingers clean, tasting him along with the worn leather of his gloves. 

“Good girl,” he praised before hoisting you to your feet, “strip.”

“What about you?” you turned your head to the side, but he shook his head in response. He paused for a moment, almost as if he was having second thoughts, but just quickly, he whipped off his gloves and tossed them onto the floor before putting a hand on your cheek and stroking it tenderly. You swallowed thickly before nodding and working to pull off your clothes. 

First was your shirt, tugging slowly over your chest and tossed down to join the gloves. Your arm went to your back as you tugged off your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders as an almost nervous breath escaped your lips. 

“Keep going,” he commanded, eyes trained slowly on you as he drank in the sight of you. You undid your own zipper and pulled your pants and panties down in one fluid motion before kicking them off along with your boots and socks. You’d never felt more vulnerable or exposed in that moment, wanting to cover up but also relishing in the fact that you seemed to have rendered the Mandalorian speechless. He looked you up down, not bothering to hide the fact as he looked at your form, glancing at your soft mound before your breasts and then landing back on your face.

Beckoning for you to come closer with a simple crook of his fingers, you did so, standing directly in front of him. His hand flitted from your cheek and down your body before resting at the apex of your thighs. You gasped lightly in surprise as he dragged his fingers through your soaked folds, coating them in your copious arousal, before chuckling darkly. A hand immediately went to his shoulder as you steadied yourself and tried not to completely lose it at the simple touch, “all of this for me, honey?”

“Mhmm,” you admitted as he gently rubbed over your clit, teasingly in the slowest, most tantalizing way possible. Before you could stop yourself you blurted out, “always think about you. Always get so wet.”

He made a small, noncommittal sound as he pulled his fingers away from your wetness and brought them to your lips. He tapped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, sucked his fingers clean from your own arousal, “I’ve thought about fucking you too. That mouth, that pussy. You’re such a brat, but you drive me crazy.”

“I like when you get mad,” you said as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, “‘s sexy.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice deeper and lower than ever before, and you felt your knees start to buckle at the sheer sex it exuded, He brought his large, warm hands to your tits, touching over your pebbled nipples as you bit back a moan. While you wished it his mouth on them instead, this touch was just as well, as he massaged them, trying to get a good feel of them and seeing what drew out those sweet mewls from you. But before you could enjoy it too much, one hand gripped your waist like a vice and the other went between your legs. He ran his thick fingers through your folds, before slowly inserting one into your wet heat. You moaned as he slowly inserted another and then a third, stuffing you full and already having you seeing stars in no time, “make yourself cum.”

“What?” your eyes snapped open as he stilled his actions, “you’re joking, right?”

“Nope,” he popped the p loudly as he lightly teased your clit, eyes boring into yours, “you act like a brat and you want to cum? You have to work for it.”

“You can’t be serious,” you groaned as he moved to pull his hand away, as if to show you just how serious he was. This time, you caught his wrist and held him in place. He chuckled lightly in triumph as one of your hands returned to his shoulder for balance and the other went to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves. He held completely still, a practiced and patient man, as he made you work for it. He wasn’t kidding by any means when he said he would not be gentle. 

He remained quiet, watching your pretty face shift through a range of expressions as you worked to reach your own high. He was glad for the helmet, for if you had been watching him, you’d have seen the tinge of pink rising in his cheeks as the sight of you fucking yourself on his fingers. He’d envisioned this many times, no doubt about that, but he’d never thought it would become a reality. Maker, you were gorgeous as you thrust onto his hand using him for your own pleasure a string of gentle filth spilled from your lips as you rubbed slow circles onto your clit.

“Mandooo,” it was soft as you felt that familiar blinding haze start to take over you, and your toes involuntarily curled and your cunt started to clench around his fingers. Your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as your vision turned blurry and that familiar warmth started to spread all over your limbs. He felt his cock twitch from where he had tucked himself back in after you’d pleasured him. Before you could finish though, something different met your ears.

“Din,” he said as bit your lip in order to keep from crying out completely, “my name is Din.”

And there it was. Completely unexpected and out of the blue. It wasn’t just a name - no it was so much more than it. It was a sign of trust, of closeness, of the fact that whatever this little situation was, it was neither the first or only time something like this would happen. No, your story with Mando may have come to an abrupt end, but your relationship with Din was just beginning.

It was almost as his name, uttered softly and almost unsurely, was exactly what you needed to push you over the edge as you came around his fingers. A soft moan left your lips along with the sweetest sound he was sure he’d ever heard, “Din.”

A merciful man when he chose to be, he took over for you and worked you through your orgasm as you almost collapsed into his arms, “there you are pretty girl. You did so well, fucking yourself on my fingers.”

“Not enough,” you rested your against the soft cowl of his neck as he pulled his hand from you, but not before slapping your ass a few times, almost as if testing to see how far he could push you. You made a few sounds of delight at the sting, only spurring him on as he slapped and then gently needed the ample flesh of your backside, “please, need you to fuck me.”

“Is that what you need, pretty girl?” he purred in your ear as he pulled back and grabbed your face in his hands, taking in the already blissed out expression on your features, “you want me to fuck you? Think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Yes,” you were practically ready to beg at this point, “I’ve been wanting it for so long.”

At your words, he almost dragged you to the small bed that was reserved for you in the corner and motioned for you to sit. You watched with eager eyes as he scrambled for the waistband of his pants and hastily pulled them down and kicked them off, letting them join your discarded clothes. He practically ripped off the rest of the beskar until he was bared in front of you, save for the helmet. His cock was already painfully hard again, standing at attention and leaking fat drops of precum.

“Can I trust you?” he asked as you nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. You’d never questioned the fact that you’d never seen his face or that he apparently just never showed it to anyone. You respected him and his decisions, and you’d never dare to push the envelope or destroy his trust. 

“Always,” you promised as he walked over to the wall and hit the switch for lights, cloaking the room in darkness. You sucked in a breath before you heard him shuffling about and the beskar helmet clanged against the metal floor. He stood in front of you, you could feel his breathing as he touched your cheek before wrapping a hand around your throat.

“Hands and knees,” he instructed with a delicious rasp, made even better by the lack of filtering from the vocoder of his helmet, “now.”

The singular word was enough to send a fresh rush of arousal through your veins, as you laid on your belly on the small cot before positioning yourself so your ass was in the air. He shuffled behind you, his large hands grazing over the soft flesh of your ass. He spread your cheeks apart before dragging a thick finger through your soaked folds. A small sound of pleasure rippled through your throat as you clutched onto the thin, scratchy blanket of the bed, “please.”

“Quiet,” it was harsh and biting as  the palm of his hand slapped your ass, the sting delicious and leaving you wanting more, “you like that, don’t you? You like being spanked, pretty girl.”

“Only by y-y-you,” before you could say anything, he slapped your ass a few more times before kneading the soft flesh to make sure the sting wasn’t too painful. 

Mando - no, Din - shifted his weight and you could feel him line himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds. A moan escaped your lips - and his - as he slowly pushed into you, giving you a brief moment to adjust to his considerable size. The stretch was amazing, the slight burn quickly turned into pleasure and you felt full, so completely full. He groaned as he bottomed out, already feeling pussy dumb by the way your velvet walls hugged him, “this - kriff - this pussy is perfect. Just like it was made for me.”

“Din,” you buried your face in your pillow as he pulled out, slowly, before thrusting sharply back into you. He was not lying when he said that he would not be gentle. His large, warm hands went to your hips as he held them in a bruising grip. You were sure you’d bear his marks for days. 

He set a bruising pace, thrusting into you with no mercy as he slammed his hips into yours. There was nothing gentle or intimate about, no - this was months and months of pent up frustration and desire coming out all at once. Din was not a talkative man, but as he fucked you into oblivion, he was whispering strings of filth and praise into your ears. All you could do was lie there as he pounded into you, so lost in your own pleasure as you became a whining mess under him.

Before he came, his arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest. One large hand went to play with your breasts as the other went to your clit as he rubbed and circled at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your mouth hung open in a blissful haze as he kept going, pressing kisses into the soft skin of your skin and shoulder, alternating between nipping and sucking and making sure to leave plenty of marks so everyone knew you were his. 

“Look at you, pretty girl,” he grunted in your ear, “taking my cock so well. You love this don’t you? Getting used like this.”

“Mhmm,” you bit your lip as he kept going, kept abusing your spent pussy as he started to stutter in his thrusts, “‘m so close, please, wanna come.”

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he commanded as you nodded, “and I’m going to fill you up and make sure you know who you belong to.”

“I’m yours,” you insisted as you felt your walls clench around him and his cock start to twitch, “only yours.”

“Good girl,” he praised as he turned your head to place a rough kiss on your lips. It was the sheer act of the moment and feel of his stubble that sent you over the edge and cumming all over him. You were like jello in his arms as he held you up, giving you a few more thrusts before spilling inside and coating your walls with his cum, “ahh - fuck - so fucking good. Maker, you feel like no other. Perfect pussy - just for me.”

He held you tightly against his body as he caught his breath, the two of you breathing in sync. You thought he might pull away immediately, but instead, he pressed more kisses, chaste compared to your previous actions, down your back as he slowly lowered you onto the bed. You couldn’t even form words as you laid there, cockdumb and already feeling his arousal along with your own dripping onto your thigh. 

“You did good,” he praised gently before reaching between your legs and scooping up some of his cum that had started dripping out. You whimpered at the touch, still sensitive, and listened as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, “but I’m not done with you yet.”

Din gently flipped you onto your back so you were lying face up and exposed to him. He sat between your legs and slowly spread them apart, admiring his handy work. He leaned back before climbing off the small and getting on his knees, pulling you towards his face. Just as you had gotten on your knees for him, he kneeled only for you. 

“Din,” you sighed contentedly as he kissed along your inner thighs, working his way back to your dripping heat. He nuzzled his nose against you, taking a moment to take it all in, “already so much."

"Come on, honey," his voice was like liquid gold as he reached up and touched your breasts, cupping them easily in his large hands, "you've got another one in you. I know you do. Aren't you a good girl?"

"Mhmm," you arched into his touch as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. How this infuriating man got you to become a pile of mush in his hands you'd never know, but you definitely weren't going to question it. He leaned up and kissed your hips before burying his face between your legs, "I'm your good girl."

And with those words, he licked a long stripe up your soaked folds, still soaked from your combined juices. His nose, which you presumed was aquiline in nature, nudged your clit as he ate you like a starving man. You were the shining prize, glimmering in the distance, and he was the wrecked man crossing the desert to get to you.

This time you didn't even bother to hold back as you mewled and cried, tears of pleasure and overstimulation welling up at the corners of your eyes and sliding down your cheeks. Din hummed in content as he licked and suckled at you, making sure to focus on your clit as you came completely undone.

Reaching down, you carded a hand through his locks - curls - as you pressed his face against your aching core. You could practically feel him smirking against you as he slipped a few fingers inside to join his ministrations. Expertly curling his thick fingers, he quickly found the sweet spot that made your toes curls and you see stars.

"Almost there," he grinned as he gave you a moment of reprieve before diving right back in, "I can feel that perfect cunt squeezing around me. Taste so good, pretty girl."

"D-Din," his name falling from your tongue was like pure magic as he became transfixed by how it sounded. Your mouth dropped open in a small O as your legs shook around him. He pulled his fingers from you as he held down your hips in order to keep you from squirming away from him, "feelssogood - makerohstars - Dindindin."

"Come all over my face, pretty girl," his tongue darted into you for a few moments before he gave your clit a harsh suckle. That was all it took before you came again, screwing your eyes shut as he worked your through your orgasm, lapping up every bit of your juices, refusing to waste even a drop, "there you are - taste so fucking good. Perfect."

He was relentless until he was sure you were completely done and a practical ragdoll on the bed. Slowly, he pulled back from you, trailing light kisses up your body, stopping when he got your face. Almost as if he was able to see even in the almost complete darkness, he wiped away your remaining tears. He hesitated for a moment for leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You sighed softly as you rolled onto your side and scooted closer to the wall, making room for him. 

It was a big thing you were doing, boundaries had been crossed and blurred and any rules you'd previously had were thrown out the window. Neither of you were sure what came next.

But you did know that you didn't want him to leave - not yet anyway.

"Din?" you asked softly as he pulled the blanket over your spent body; he was surprisingly gentle for a man that had just sent you to heaven and hell and back. 

"Yes, pretty girl?" 

"Will you stay?" your voice was small as you prepared yourself for defeat and for him to leave.

"Yes," he whispered softly as he slid in under the blanket and next to you, "I'd like that."

"Me too," you admitted as he shifted and pulled you in his arms so you could lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump thump of his heart, "Din?"

“Hmm?”

"I'm in charge next time," you smirked lightly as you kissed his soft skin. He inhaled sharply but you could tell he was into it. The man might have just been in charge, but you had a feeling he might like being told what to do as well - and you were going to find out, "I want to ride you."

"Kriff," he groaned under his breath, "You're going to be the death of me, little brat."

"I'll make it worth your while," you promised with a small yawn, "I'll have you crying in no time - begging me for mercy."

“Mhmm.”

“You’re going to be a good boy for me, right?” it was your turn to put your hand on his throat and give it a gentle, but firm squeeze as he stiffened at the feeling, “I know you’re a good boy, Din.”

“Fuck.”

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