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appocalipse · 2 months

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summary: you were way too drunk last night and said some funny things...so, of course, steve had no other option but take you to his place to take care of you. :)

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Your head hurts.

Everything feels a little weird, in fact, but especially your head, spinning and throbbing and, when you try to pry your eyes open, the sudden harsh light streaming into the room feels like it's physically boring straight through your brain.

"Fuck," you whimper pitifully, eyes squeezing shut once more. Your ears are ringing, there's a coppery film lining the inside of your mouth and, for a terrible second, your stomach churns dangerously. "Fuck."

Someone hums somewhere near your right ear. A low, gravelly, vaguely amused sort of hum. There is absolutely nothing and no one alive on this green earth that would hum in that particular fashion except your best friend.

You peel your eyelids apart with great difficulty. When you tilt your head to the right, you see Steve sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing down at you with a soft look on his face.

Naturally, you proceed to freak the fuck out.

"Jesus Christ," you cry, scrambling backwards until you feel the back of your head slam against the headboard with a resounding thud. The dull throb in the back of your skull intensifies, and you have to fight back the urge to throw up. "Ow! Shit, I—What—what happened? Why are you in my—"

Hold on a second...this is not your room.

You cast an anxious, furtive glance around the unfamiliar setting of Steve Harrington's guest room. Panic floods your veins and has your heart hammering in your chest when you notice that you're clad in only one of his shirts and sweatpants that definitely don't belong to you.

Oh, Dear Lord.

Did something happen last night that you can't remember? Did something — oh, God, no.

Steve raises his eyebrows at you as though he can read your mind. "Relax. Nothing happened, relax, come back down," he coos gently, placing a placating hand on your arm. "And I...I didn't see anything, if that's what you're worried about. Nancy and Robin, uh...they helped you shower and get changed last night. Not me."

You cover your face with both hands, letting out a muffled groan as your memories come trickling back in. You don't remember every little detail from the previous night, but what you do remember is already more than enough to fill you with mortification and regret.

"...you said some pretty interesting things while you were drunk, though."

"Shut up," you mumble, peeking up at him through splayed fingers, "go away."

"Really, though," Steve continues, the teasing glint in his eyes a sure sign that he is very much enjoying your suffering, "who knew you found me so attractive?"

"Oh, Jesus," you mutter, groaning as you slide down to hide underneath the comforter, "where are my clothes? I want to leave now."

Steve snickers but makes no move to get up from his perch on the bed. You can hear the rustling of fabric, like he's adjusting his position as he waits for you to come out from under the blanket. "Clothes are in the wash, sorry," he says, sounding very much not sorry at all. "You, um, thought it was a good idea to lie down on the grass last night."

"Kill me now."

"Nope," he chirps, quite cheerfully so, "can't do that, because then who would watch Back to the Future with me tonight?"

You part the comforter just enough to peer up at him from beneath the thick layer of blanket.

"'Back to the Future'?" you echo, trying to ignore the fact that you feel a little lightheaded when Steve smiles down at you.

He looks nice. He always does, but even more so now for some reason — you're guessing it has something to do with the fact that you just woke up and haven't had the time to mentally prepare yourself for seeing him up close yet.

"Mmhmm. You up for it?"

"I'm pretty sure that my head is literally going to explode any time now."

It's really not that bad anymore, but Steve doesn't need to know that, does he?

He nods seriously in agreement. "Right, because you drank way more than you should've last night. Might have mentioned something about rules and...mhmm, what was it? Oh, yes, dying if I didn't let you touch my hair…?"

"No, I didn't."

"You really did," he tells you, leaning back on the heels of his palms, "but don't worry, it was cute."

"I am very much worried," you say miserably.

Steve lets out a quiet sigh and leans forward again, hands reaching out to tug the blanket down far enough to uncover your face completely. "Come on," he says, "do you need anything? Aspirin, maybe? Food? Water?"

You consider his offer, taking the time to mull it over while you avoid his gaze.

"Why did you bring me home with you?" you ask, curious despite yourself. "Why didn't you just take me home?"

"You, uh...really didn't want me to. Pretty much refused to let go of me all night."

"Steve."

"No, really!" he insists, holding both hands up in surrender. "It was like trying to pry a koala off a tree. You even asked—"

You let out a helpless moan of protest and turn away from him as much as you can, hiding your face in the pillow. Steve laughs, clearly delighted by the fact that he's managed to thoroughly embarrass you in less than ten minutes.

"You asked me if I—"

"I don't wanna know!"

"—would sleep in your bed with you."

"Nope," you whisper, your voice coming out a little garbled due to the way you've pressed your face into the pillows, "don't wanna hear it. Shut up, Steve, oh my God. Please."

"It was very adorable."

"I was drunk."

"Still. Cute."

You prop your head up on your elbow so that you can see him a little better, keeping the blanket held tightly around your shoulders as you do. "Sorry I called you. I don't even remember doing it, Tina just told me to and…sorry."

Steve looks down at his lap, shifting a little uncomfortably on the bed.

"I don't mind," he says, lifting his gaze up to meet yours briefly. "You said you missed me. At the party."

A dry, humorless chuckle leaves you and you cringe when the sudden motion sends a sharp pain lancing through your forehead. "Ow. Of course you would remember that," you say, cheeks heating up.

"Do you...remember everything?"

You blink, momentarily confused by the sudden change in conversation. "Everything?" you ask, more to buy yourself some time than anything else.

"You, um..." Steve trails off, clearly unsure of how to broach the topic with you, "you said I made you feel…stuff inside. That you felt stuff. Or something like that. Do you...remember saying that?"

You can practically feel all the color draining out of your face, leaving behind a blank canvas that hides none of your inner panic.

"Uh...no, no, I don't. Do you have a...I need to, um, use your bathroom, like, right now, if you don't mind."

Steve blinks. "Oh, okay. Sure. I bought you a toothbrush earlier, by the way. It's in the medicine cabinet if...if you want."

"Yep," you say, climbing out from under the blanket with as much dignity as you can muster (which is very little), "yep, okay, thanks. I'm...gonna go do that. Now. Okay, bye."

You spend a good five minutes inside the bathroom splashing water in your face while silently wishing for death to come claim you sooner rather than later. Then, you brush your teeth with the toothbrush Steve left out for you — which is totally not cute, it's not cute, why did he do that, ugh, damn him — before venturing out into the hall.

"Steve?"

"Kitchen," he calls out from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs, "you want pancakes?"

You hesitate.

The idea of staying to have breakfast alone with Steve Harrington seems oddly intimate after last night, a dangerous prospect that will undoubtedly lead to awkward small talk and more teasing. However, he did go out of his way to buy you a toothbrush this morning...

You swallow down the nervousness you feel and pad barefoot down the staircase into the foyer, following the sounds of clinking utensils and soft humming to the kitchen.

Steve looks up from his place at the stove when you appear in the doorway.

"Hey," he greets, giving you a quick once over. "How's your head?"

"Feels like there's a little person in there hitting it repeatedly with a little hammer," you admit, grimacing a little as you come further into the room and sit down at the island. "Thanks, by the way. For helping me out last night. And today. I really am sorry for...um, you know, that."

"'That'?"

You purse your lips and Steve grins.

"Yes, that," you mutter, swiveling your seat from left to right while you watch him attempt to read a recipe on the back of a box of pancake mix. "Drunk me is like, twice as embarrassing as sober me."

"Embarrassing isn't the word I'd use."

"Please," you scoff, "I was pathetic. I could barely walk by myself."

Steve glances back at you. "I didn't think you were pathetic."

You raise an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"Okay, maybe a little pathetic," he concedes with a little snort, "but mostly just…sweet."

"Sweet?"

"Yeah, sweet. Don't know if anyone's ever told you that before."

"Sweet," you say again, the headache suddenly no more than an afterthought. "That's how you'd describe me?"

Steve, apparently having given up on making sense out of the instructions on the back of the box, turns around to lean against the counter behind him and studies you with his arms folded loosely over his chest.

"Yes," he says, tilting his head to the side a little. "Not the word you expected me to say?"

There's something about the way he's looking at you. It's warm and piercing all at once, like he can see right through you. It makes it hard for you to breathe all of a sudden, hard for you to do anything but gape at him like a goldfish that's been pulled out of water.

"Uh, I'm...confused."

"Me too," he admits with a little huff of laughter. "I was thinking about what you said."

"About your hair?"

"No, well, yeah, but—" Steve pauses, dragging a hand down his face with a weary sigh. "Look, what you said to me yesterday, about the things I make you feel, I—"

"I said I'm sorry—"

"Don't apologize," Steve interrupts, shooting you an unamused look, "I'm trying to say something here, come on, give me a sec."

"Right. Sorry. Go on."

"You're not supposed to apologize for apologizing."

"I'm s—okay, right. Mouth shut."

Steve purses his lips to stifle his amusement at your antics. You fold your arms in front of your chest and keep your gaze fixed firmly on the marble countertop as you wait for him to continue.

"I, uh," he says, pushing himself away from the counter so that he can wander over to the other side of the kitchen, where you sit, "I feel things too, you know. With you."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Steve chuckles, scrubbing a hand across the back of his neck as he stops beside you, "'Oh'. Weird, right?"

You'd like to, but can't think of anything clever to say that would serve as a suitable response. You don't think Steve's looking for one, anyway, because he reaches out to tap his fingers lightly on the back of your hand, taking a seat on the stool next to yours.

"S'weird, 'cause I don't know if you meant what you said when you were drunk, or if it was just the alcohol talking, or what."

You shake your head quickly, and then wince because of the way the headache thuds behind your right eye.

"Robin says I'm an idiot and should stop being such a chicken," he continues, with a slight roll of his eyes. "And Eddie says if I don't 'shut up and tell you how I feel soon', he'll do it for me."

You nod, smiling despite your hangover. "Eddie's, uh, got a point, no?"

"Maybe," Steve allows, rubbing absently at the side of his neck.

He lets his hands slide down to the legs of your stool, fingers curling around the metal of each side. You don't quite understand what he's doing until he gives them a light tug, jerking you closer to him without warning.

You let out a little shriek of surprise as you reach up to clutch onto the first solid thing your hands find — his forearms.

"Ah! What—Steve!"

He's got an amused smile on his face, but his eyes are bright and nervous all at once. Steve pushes your stool even closer to him, until your knees knock against his own and he's forced to lean down to keep his eyes on you.

You hold his gaze steadily as he edges closer. "What are you doing?" you murmur, watching his eyes flit downward to track the movement of your tongue as it peeks out to wet your dry lips.

"Not sure yet," Steve hesitates when your lips are a hairsbreadth apart. He watches, half-dazed, half-entranced by the way you stare back at him, unblinking. "But I've got a theory."

"A theory?"

He lowers his head toward yours. You press your hands flat against the hard plane of his chest to steady yourself, fingers splaying over the soft material of his t-shirt as you curl them around the fabric. Steve exhales, and you can feel his breath on your skin, a soft tickle that raises the goosebumps all over your skin.

"Wanna hear it?"

You nod slowly, aware of the way his eyes darken as they trace your face. He's so close that you can make out the fine dusting of freckles and moles that litter his skin, the long fan of his lashes as they flutter to a close. If you moved even slightly, your lips would brush against his.

"What's your…your theory?" you whisper.

You can feel his heartbeat thudding in his chest as he releases his hold on your stool, lifts both hands up to cradle your face instead. He slides the tips of his fingers along the side of your neck, lets his thumb trace your jaw.

"I think," Steve says, and you can tell he's struggling to string two coherent words together when you feel his thumb quiver against your cheekbone. "I think that, uh, you're—Christ, I—"

His nose brushes against yours and you tilt your chin up instinctively, chasing the brief contact. You smirk. "Christ, you...?"

"Shut up," Steve huffs out a breathless laugh. "I'm getting to it."

"Are you?" you tease, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, your turn to pull him towards you gently.

Steve goes easily, moving his hand from your face to brace the back of your neck. "I think," he starts, eyes crinkling at the corners, "that I might be in love with you."

It's such an unforeseen, unexpected confession that your heart almost gives out in your chest.

You gape up at him, at his crooked grin, at his rosy cheeks. "You think?"

He blinks and then squints down at you like he can't decide whether he wants to be annoyed at your antics or kiss you. You hope for the latter, but he says, "What're you, a parrot?"

Shrugging, you're unable to keep your lips from quirking into a grin of your own. "Rude."

Steve's head falls forward and he rests his forehead against yours. You can feel his pulse thundering wildly against the hand you've pressed flat against his chest, and it makes you feel a little better about your own pounding heart.

"M'sorry."

You smooth a hand over his shirt and hook a finger under the neckline. "Forgiven," you tell him.

"Good," Steve says, nudging his nose against yours playfully.

You want to say something else, maybe tease him about his hair or something equally as inconsequential, but he doesn't let you. Instead, he leans down and closes the distance between you with a slow, tentative press of his lips to yours.

Now, Steve's mouth is soft and warm, and he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. You shiver when he drags his fingers up the back of your neck, tangling them in your hair so that he can pull you closer yet.

You only pull back when the need to breathe becomes too urgent, giggling at the little noise of protest he lets out as you do. But Steve is nothing if not persistent, and he pulls you back in almost immediately, the movement so abrupt that you nearly topple backwards off the stool.

"Steve—I..." you manage to say, between your giggles and the heated press of his lips against yours. "I still...need to breathe, mister."

He huffs out a little laugh against the side of your neck, nips at the sensitive skin in retaliation. You squeal in delight and jab him playfully in the stomach, laughing as he recoils in mock agony.

"Stop laughing," Steve complains, the warmth of his own laughter tickling the underside of your chin when he nuzzles his nose into your neck once more, "come on, you're ruining the moment."

"Wait," you breathe, right before his lips meet yours again, "so...no pancakes, then?"

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and shakes with quiet laughter."You," Steve mumbles into the side of your neck, "are something else, you know that?"

You grin. "Apparently, you like that. Love that...no?"

You can feel him smile, the stretch of his lips curving against the skin of your shoulder.

"Apparently...yeah, I do. I do."

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robobarbie · 2 months

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Hello hellooooooo! We recently had a banner contest in the discord server, and I wanted to show y'all the awesome entries that didn't win. They're all really cool in their own ways, so I wanted to give them each a lil moment.

(by @/jestie)

Love the focus on xyx!! He reminds me almost of what I'd think teenage him would look like. Very chill, sporty, and out with friends on a beautiful spring day. The linework in this feels really soft as well -- especially on those hat details. AND THERE'S CAT!! CAT!!!

All other submissions under the cut!

(by @/hunddenseje)

I like the details in the flowers a lot for this one. The way people draw roses and how they choose those inner patterns is always neat. And the little plants and mushrooms on his shoulders are fun!! They go well with that striped shirt pattern!!!

(by @/stintsy)

The way this artist circled the boys with that pink rosy pattern will stick in my brain for a while. It's v pretty, and it's like they opened a bush and found us in there for some reason. "Hello! Happy Spring!" Thanks boys please close it back up!!! It's my cry hour in the bush!!!!

(by @/emmascient)

This person's artstyle is so unique and full of life. The little spots of light coming through the trees just adds to whole thing, too. And I really like seeing fanart of owl with textured hair!!! Also check out xyx's fucking biceps holy fucking sh-

(by @/.mewo.)

Just a bunch of bros on their lunch break bayBEEEEEEEEEE!!! I like the detail of toast's coat tied around their waist and the fucking anti-societyboy shirt quest is wearing LMFAO. Also cat is ADORABLE in this. God. More cat art. Always need more cat art!!

(by @/c1nnadoll)

Every time nightowl is drawn in a croptop, two months is added to my life. I just know it's true. God bless that cute ass flower crown and the perfect little peace sign. Man looks so stable and happy. I hope he had a nice day after this picture!!!

(by @/fluffydeer21)

Toast and Quest look so content and cute with their flowers. And there's another neat rose with a lil interior pattern! Held, of course, by this artist's fave LI. Xyx looks pretty good with gold jewelry, I cannot lie. I have no idea why I made them green in game. LMFAO

(by @/noneivly)

I like how this feels like a painting. Like those brush strokes and even the palette choice just look like something you'd see hung on a wall? It's really cool. Also the little detail of the chibi picnic boys in the background makes me giggle. Small!!!!! So fucking small!!!

(by @/kiki_221)

The energy in this is excellent. You can almost hear them laughing together at Toast's expense (deserved I'm sure). I'd like to imagine they're all relaxing at a park after a big lunch. I hope they got to discuss all the good things that happened to them this week.

(by @/01noxxie10)

Another excellent chillin in the grass pic! Purple actually looks really good on Quest. I don't think I've ever drawn him in that color before? So this image made me think about that a LOT. Also look at fuckin chill ass xyx. Calm beautiful motherfucker. Fuck you!!! Fuck you!!!

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There's two more images, but those are the discord banner winner and the one I chose for my twitter! If you want to see those excellent drawings, check out my twitter here or join the discord server here!

Thank you everyone for all the submissions! I treasure them deeply!!

#fanart #xyx #quest #nightowl #nakedtoaster

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slayfics · 1 year

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Can you please do a Oneshot of Muichiro looking after you, after you got sick and fainted during training? I really love your Muichiro Content ((:

Muichiro looks after you when you pass out.

You weren't sure if it was the heat or the lack of breaks from training, but you were starting to feel sick. The thought crossed your mind to let Muichiro know, but then you instantly felt even sicker to your stomach. You finally felt like you were beginning to earn his respect and praise, to tell him now you needed a break seemed shameful.

You felt the heat pound upon your head, and you noticed spots started to appear in your vision. You closed your eyes and shook your head trying to stay focused.

Just as you opened your eyes Muichiro was moving to strike you and you barely dodged him. Strike back you told your body and as you picked up your sword, you saw the spots cluster together. On top of this you had an overwhelming feeling of needing to lie down. You tried to fight back but your body revolted and gave way underneath you.

You felt the soft grass under your cheek as the spots began to cloud your vision blocking out any sun. The last thing you managed to see was Muichiro running towards you.

Your eyes opened and you recognized the ceiling of Muichiro's mansion instantly. Oh crap. You must have passed out. You sat up quickly in bed but immediately felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Rest." Muichiro said as he pushed you back down.

"Master Tokito, I am sorry. I must have passed out. I'm not weak, I promise, let's get back to training." You said trying to sit up again but Muichiro's hand did not budge and kept you lying down.

"Do not apologize. It is me who should be apologizing. I should have recognized I was pushing you to your limit. I am sorry. Rest for the remainder of the day."

"The remainder of the day? The Tokito I know would say that is a waste of time."

"This is not a waste of time. It is a valuable lesson. Listen to how your body feels right now. It is important to know the signs of your body telling you you're reaching your limit. Practice your recovery breathing right now."

"Ok..." You did as told and began recovery breathing.

"One more thing. If you ever feel as you did just now out on a mission, you call for me right away. Understood?" Muichiro said with eyes wide.

"Understood." You said looking down. No matter what Muichiro said you felt ashamed you passed out during training. He must be thinking about how weak you were or wondering how you even made it this far. "I'll try harder tomorrow. I promise I'm getting stronger." You said without making eye contact with Muichiro, you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to hold back the tears that were forming. The shame was starting to swell up in your throat and make it hard to continue recovery breathing.

"Who said you weren't getting stronger? The past few days I have been holding back less and less with you. You've far surpassed your skills when you first came to me. I am proud of how hard you have worked and to call you my Tsuguko." Muichiro said and moved his hand to pat the top of your head. His words of praise made the tears finally fall but you couldn’t help but giggle at his head pats.

"You're petting me like a dog now?" You laughed.

"Does this not make you feel better?"

"It actually does... but a hug would be better." You said finally looking up at him. Muichiro had just noticed the tears in your eyes. He couldn't explain it but your devotion to wanting to make him proud warmed his chest and knowing you felt discouraged hurt him worse than any demon ever had.

Muichiro moved suddenly and awkwardly, wrapping his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

"Like this?" He asked and you could hear his words rumble in his chest.

"Yes, this is perfect."

Thank you for the request and support! I loved this idea! I hope you enjoyed the fic and it made you smile~

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tenjikufag · 28 days

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Hello!! Hi I really love your stories. Uhm if I can ask, can you do a fluff of Dr ratio from honkai star rail x male reader. Once again I love your stories and creativity. <3<3<3

Let’s look at the stars.

Dr. Ratio x male reader

- Fluff, no warnings

-note, I apologize for ooc content (I’m not all too familiar with this character.)

“-immense pressures and temperatures in the star's core squeeze the nuclei of hydrogen atoms together to form helium, a process called nuclear fusion…”

Late nights spent listening to your partners current interest were quite common, you loved to hear him speak with such enthusiasm.. he was in his element and you couldn’t be more happy to be the person he chooses, time and time again, to share it with.

This time, his current studying led him to the stars. Many dumb them down to dead balls of gas, but to him they were so much more. Even if he wasn’t all that big on sentimental things, something about the stars only showing their bright beauty after dying- it moved him in a way.

The two of you laid under the stars, only giving him hums in response to assure him that you were listening. Not that you could ever get a word in, he kept explaining his findings and moving his hands outwards to point to the many constellations, the pathways, which stars had names and what they meant..

“Did you know stars don’t actually twinkle? The proper phrase for it would be scintillate, which only happens when they find themselves among the horizon..”

“Then where do you think the phrase came from?”

Glancing over at him, his lip curled into a smile at the question.. he didn’t have an answer for that, it was more of a metaphorical phrase and the ties to such a phrase would be as endless as a black hole. So, he only smiled and half-heartedly brushed off not knowing such an answer.

“Oh? The doctor doesn’t have an answer?”

The male chuckled, turning his head to look at you with a soft smile.

“Hm, although I know you ask in jest..”

You watched as he sat up, moving to hover his head just above yours.

“Let me conduct a.. study if you will..”

The love in his eyes reflected your own. Nodding, you let him instruct you.

Grabbing your hand, he held it firmly in his own and pressed it into his chest. He then instructed you to close your eyes and timed you to keep them shut for a few seconds.

“Now open..”

You felt his breathe on your lips, noses almost touching but he kept a strong gaze into your pupils.. he watched as they dilated and how they..

Twinkled.

Satisfied, he laughed to himself

“Just as I thought..”

He moved to straddle your waist, now holding both of your hands and again dipped down to closely watch your eyes and how the stars reflected in your irises.

“The term "twinkling stars" is derived from the Old English word "twincan," which means "to twinkle or blink.”

Sitting up, he found himself staring back up at the sky to observe the stars align and glancing down back to your eyes to see how the light refracted..

“This term was likely used to describe the flickering or shimmering appearance of stars in the night sky, which is caused by the Earth's atmosphere…”

Your body followed his, chests pressed against one another and arms now wrapped around his slim waist.

“Is that actually true? Or are you simply making things up again?”

He laughed, clasping your face in his hands in delight.

“It’s true dear, don’t think I didn’t account for such a question from you. I’m honestly.. quite flattered you’d think I could lie to you about such an intimate thing..”

Intimate?

“I see those gears turning, Y/n. Stars are seen as signs of affection by many people, looking up to see the same stars their loved ones are seeing or maybe even looking for their lover among them..”

His smile faltered, the gaze he held no longer as strong. You felt his lips plant themselves on you. Smiling into the kiss, he pushed you back to lay on the plush grass beneath you- hands moving to hold your neck and caress his fingers along your jaw. When he pulled away, an uncharacteristic bashful blush covered his cheeks..

“Even though my study was fruitful, and I quite enjoyed it..”

Lips met yours again, but for a small loving peck

“I must say.. I enjoy studying these ‘twinkling’ stars in your eyes much more..”

He left one more chaste kiss on your lips before sliding off of you, returning to his spot beside you.

The man would learn everything through you if he could, but to use his studying to show his adoration to you was something he’d never thought would be possible- it never crossed his mind before you came into his life.

He’d study a million stars if he got to see them in your eyes.

I really hope this was okay, and not too ooc- thank you for the request!

#hsr x male reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x male reader #hsr x reader #hsr oneshots #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x male reader #fluff

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modawg · 2 months

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my favorite thing to think about is camp half blood and them as a community so here’s random chb head cannons bc i said so and i love them

this is gonna be long

i’ve said this before i’ll say it again Aphrodite cabin haircut day (which spans abt a week) it’s a whole production they have a sign up system and everything like an actual salon it’s super fun because everyone’s just talking to eachother and laughing as they sit on the floor infront of their “hair stylist”

basically every year like a yearly check up (see point 2) the aph cabin will hold a yearly hair cut day(s) where you can come in and really request anything but it’s really for just trims so no one’s walking around with split ends

don’t get me wrong if you want to cut your own hair you can you can also get a haircut any other time of the year if you want but it’s like a whole thing and it’s just easiest to do it during that time

yearly health screenings!! they also do like a screening when you first come into camp to see if anyone has allergies disabilities etc etc this is also a whole production but is less fun (apollo kids are more strict when it comes to your literal health)

on sunny days people lounge in the grass taking the sheets from their beds to make picnic type blankets but literally once one small group does it the entire field is covered in blankets all connected

when this happens it’s such a fun experience sometimes they’ll have kids dueling to the left while to the right some apollo kids are playing and singing with their friends as they pass strawberries throughout the entire coven and get sunburnt together

there’s a sign next to the dock that says “no running on dock” and edged under it is “unless percy’s on duty”

i feel like when percy is near the water/near the dock it becomes an automatic like safe zone and kids love it bc they can sprint and cannon ball off the dock without embarrassingly slipping and going to the infirmary with their heads down

speaking of percy he has a class teaching kids how to preen and handle the pegasi (pegasus??) where a bunch of them will come and lay out in the sun and he’ll walk around showing on blackjack what feathers to pluck and which to leave alone etc etc

genuinely fuck the godly parent pavilion table rule everyone sits where they want to sit when you first come it’s customary to sit with your siblings just so you get used to the people you’ll be living with but once your comfortable you sit with your friends when you want to

some kids don’t even sit at the table they sit on the floor or right outside the pavilion on the grass or on the edge with their close friend they try to not have kids eating in the big house but who’s to really stop them tbh

(i believe this one’s kinda cannon) but they have a comunal tv inside the big house along with the comunal computer and they have movie nights or you can sign up for a personal movie night but 90% of the time people will probably join you

also comunal landline lol

they also make their own movies and host their own plays when they want to (see next point) normally the apollo and aphro kids help with this but it always comes down to the hephaestus kids who record and convert so everyone can watch it on the big screen

many kids who passed in the wars are preserved in this way

PLAYS they have so many plays hosted normally by the apollo kids hephaestus and aphrodite kids help with the assembly and makeup surprisingly the 2 most cabins who actually preform (aside from apollo) are athena and ares

idk i feel like ares kids need this outlet they always act like they’re doing it only bc a lot of their friends are creatives but it’s a lie

normally the plays are just greek myths that they do with a modern twist but they can also do poems or other fun things the kids want (it’s kinda like a talent show type thing)

camp magazine!! again i’ve said this before but GYATTTT i will die on the hill of camp magazine

the magazine is a short little thing that goes out once a month normally having camp gossip interviews and reminders that go out for the month

every month the cover is decided by the ending of the previous magazine (there’s a poll) sometimes they have special guest models on the front like vogue when the aphro kids are really feeling themselves

percy has been this model on many occasions and tho he doesn’t really know it annabeth has kept every cover he’s on

this magazine was originally run by selina and after she died it was sent out to memorialize the kids who died during the first war with a pic of her and charlie as the front cover; it stopped running after that

yearly ms o’leary camp cleaning day

this is the most hectic day in chb herstory like genuinely

they have to split into 3 groups A B and C once A gets tired B comes in once Bs tired C comes in then it starts again

percy’s there as a constant stream of water and the hephaestus kids make giant scissors so they can trim her along with extra big dog brushes so they can get all her fur (i head cannon her as a HUGE fluffy dog fight with a wall idc) they always finish her off with some bows and a feast to celebrate

athena kids have a sign up sheet outside their cabin where you can sign up to get tutored you just write what you need help with and when you want the help and someone normally can

same with ares kids and learning how to fight

tbh most cabins have this when it comes to certain special talents like learning how to play instruments or gardening

they have a huge bulletin in the big house where people can pin things up have it be reminders about yearly things pictures they want up help wanted posters (lol) drawings really anything

you can leave everything up for a week for everyone to see then it’s a curtesy thing to take it down to make room for new things

help posters are infact a thing normally it’s just with things they can’t get help with day of or something that isn’t actually too important or for something far in the future

ie, if they need more actors for their play or a window won’t close or something

everyday (and this is cannon) you have a chore if you bust your ass to the big house you can sign up to some of the good ones that don’t take as long but the longer you wait to sign up the faster the good ones go

this sets up for a lot of bargaining between campers abt getting different chores but a lot of the times people do them together or with friends and it really isn’t that bad

kids often set up their own stands with different things could be sign up for a 2 minute sketch a lemonade stand or other random things

they sometimes set up field trips out to the mortal world emphasis on the sometimes

if they do it’s normally to a more crowded area like a museum or a park or something so it’s harder for monsters to smell them they also have to go armed and with at least 1 seasoned vet to every 2 campers

this has to be approved by chiron 1 month in advance and has to have said vets signature so kids are just making shit up

these groups don’t really get any bigger than 10 or so campers and they only really stay out for a couple hours but it’s always everyone’s favorite thing

since kids can’t use phones other then the landline they have a lot of cameras like a LOT of cameras every cabin has a couple and there are some in the big house too for kids to borrow and take pics with

if you break it you normally have to take on the chore of whoever’s fixing it along with whatever chiron says

you also sign up for these so they know when you took them when you brought them back and you MUST mark any scratches or anything that might happen so everyone is aware of the status of these cameras (they have monthly maintenance checks)

it’s really funny when you look through the pics different cabins take with their camera you can really tell who’s who’s

at the end of every month they get gone through by the cabin to delete whatever they don’t need and converted into whatever the cabins want so they can be preserved and reused later

camp family album; every year they take a camp picture

in the big house there’s a small library of things ranging from the memorial book to ancient greek books to the family album that holds signatures like a yearbook and camp pictures that chiron loves the most and he keeps in the book

the year(s) the books span over are written on the side so campers can look for themselves and see the history behind chb

ok i’m going to leave that at that bc i need to go clean but i will maybe come back to this later ok byeee～ (^з^)-♡

#hoo #pjo #heros of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #hoo fandom #pjo fandom #hoo text post #pjo text post #hoo/pjo #camp half blood #annabeth chase and percy jackson #annabeth pjo #chb

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Eyes Never Lie

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Coriolanus Snow x b!woc capitol reader

(Contains spoilers for T.B.O.S.&S)

A.N: what the hell is a p.o.v anyways, it bounces from one character to another. I am not the best writer so if you see a spelling mistake/ typo I apologize, I’ll get better.

A.N 2.0 : this might get a part 2 because my mind got one idea, then another and I just RAN with it.

Word Count: 4.2k words (trust me, it was more)

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When the both of you first met, it just so happened to be your first year at the academy. At the time, you were only acquainted to one person, a nice boy who, despite his riches, was very humble, and dare you say good looking: Sejanus Plinth. He had approached you, making civil conversation, and before long you both discovered the two of you had similar thoughts and opinions, particularly about the capitol.

That was when you first laid eyes on him. The tall blue eyed blonde boy. From the look on his face, anyone could tell he was a little nervous, hell everyone was a bit nervous to be here, being the first day and all. But flexing your hand every 5 seconds is a clear sign you’re about to pass out from fear. That was when you approached him, Sejanus not too far behind.

When he turned to you, his eyes widened a little, shocked someone was looking to make conversation with him. While his eyes went from in between Sejanus and yourself, yours stayed on his face. He kept a calm face, not showing a lot of expression, one free lesson growing up you had mastered.

Even though you were blessed to grow up in the capitol, you never much cared for the people, viewing the other districts almost like animals and not people infuriated you.

But you were good at hiding your expression behind your eyes, and this boy was good at it too. Too good. In fact, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, “Odd, I can usually tell, even guess what people think.” Not him, not Coriolanus Snow, as he introduced himself. You knew of him, just not anything about him other than his family name.

As years went by, it became clear the 3 of you would be close friends, but your feelings for Coriolanus grew deeper than yours for Sejanus. You couldn’t see Sejanus as much as you could Coriolanus, so naturally you would have a deeper connection. The both of you even walked to school most of the time because you lived so close together.

Today you decided to add a couple of beads onto your braids this morning and walked out of the house. After walking a couple of blocks, you spotted Coriolanus just walking outside, and waving to you. “You’re up early.” You said, giving him a short hug which he returned. “I didn’t want to be late.” You rolled your eyes as he said that, “You’ve never been late to class, ever.”

He looked forward, a smirk on his face. “Can’t afford to be late.” He always answered. You looked up at him, his eyes never wavering from the road ahead. “You know why.” He then added, to which you nodded as a reply.

You discovered his true reasoning of why he strived to be top of the class by chance. He had gotten sick as he was walking home, having an uncontrollable coughing fit and fell out on the grass. You refused to let him walk home alone and that was the first time you had seen him so vulnerable. He almost looked embarrassed when you helped him in his home and to his room.

As you helped him out of his jacket, he slowly laid back. You went to get a towel to wipe the blanket of sweat off his forehead. As you came back, he caught your hand. “I’m sorry you had to see this.” He weakly said, returning your attention to him,” Go ahead, laugh at me.” I shook your head, “Why would I? You’re my friend.” You then took the towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“I may have been raised capitol, Coriolanus, but I was also raised with a soul. I’d do anything to survive and succeed in this life, who am I to judge you for doing the same thing?”

For a moment the only thing in the room was the sound of his breathing as his hand reached for your hand, and kissed it, before holding it firmly, never looking away from you. You looked in his eyes, and for the first time you could finally see what he was thinking, “Thank you”. You then nodded, not needing him to say a word as you stood up, and kissed his forehead, “Get some rest, Corio, you need it.” As you walked out of the home, you walked in silence.

You felt like a terrible friend, not knowing how much he was going through. But that wasn’t the only reason, your heart soared when his lips kissed your hand. Sure it might have been an innocent gesture, but the way he looked at you made your heart stop for a second. Sometimes you swear he did it on purpose.

During the last academy year, the closer you got to Coriolanus, the more you realized you truly loved him, and sometimes you thought he loved you back. The walks to the academy became slower and somehow his hand always found yours. At one point you had to run to get there on time, earning the both of you harsh stares from Dean Highbottom and smirks from Sejanus.

The both of you also agreed to study together whenever you could, even including Sejanus whenever he was free. There was no doubt in your mind that either you or Coriolanus would be top of the class, and receiving the Plinth Prize. And if you were the one who came out on top, you would give Coriolanus the funds he needed, whatever they would be.

While you two studies for the last test, he smiled when you rolled his eyes. “Alright smartass, you’re going to pass.” You said. Suddenly, he pulled you into his arms, and hugged you tightly.

You then felt his voice break, “Thank you.” He softly said. “You’re my friend, I’d help you with anything.” You said, looking up at him, a smile splitting your face. As you walked to class the next day & took the exam, he had a sly smirk on his face the whole day. Even at lunch he didn’t drop it. “Someone in a real good mood.” Sejanus said, nudging his shoulder. “Yeah, what’s got you in a good mood?” You teasingly asked. “You know.” He said, looking at you, the smirk turning into a smile, which all of your mirrored.

As the two of you walked back home he had a smile on his face again. Confidence. As he stayed close behind you, you stopped when you got to his doorstep. “So, here’s to winning the Plinth Prize tomorrow.” You said, giving him one last hug, which he returned. That was when you lifted your head to look up at him, but he was already looking down at you. Once again, you couldn’t read the thoughts behind his eyes, but you could make a good guess. He only had that similar look when it was just the two of you together: admiration.

“What is it?” You asked, a nervous chuckle leaving your mouth. He only shook his head, offered you a smile, finally releasing you from the embrace. “See you tomorrow, Calanthe.” He whispered before going inside. “One day I’ll look up what that name means.” You said to yourself, walking home.

The next day, graduation day. You woke up early to get your makeup on, slicking your edges back, and, to enhance your braids, added a gold charm in the middle. Afterwards you got dressed in the outfit Tigris made for your graduation. She insisted on it and told you she wouldn’t take no for an answer. As you walked to their home, you heard your name being called from behind you. Tigris was waving you down before hugging you excitedly. “Turn around for me!” She said, making you twirl as she admired her work.

As you waited, you saw Grandma’am clip a rose and walk out of her room. “Oh, dearie don’t you look gorgeous.” She said, smiling at you and opening her arms to you. You met her in the middle and gave her a light hug. “Not a gorgeous as you, Grandma’am.” You said, smiling at her kind words. She then walked forward and after an exchange of words, pinned the rose to his vest.

His eyes finally met yours, and then they took in your dress. He walked forward and kissed your hand, a now normal occurrence between the two of you. “Shall we?” He asked, before walking the both of you out the door. As the two of you walked to the academy, you could feel his eyes on you. “You look beautiful.” He said, giving you a smile, and making your heart soar once more.

“And you look dashing today.” You complimented, not missing the red tint on his cheeks. As you two walked up the stairs, his arm looped into yours. “Never missed a class, never been late.” He said to himself. “Corio, you got this.” You said, encouraging him, he offered you a small smile just as a new and familiar voice broke the moment.

“Why Coriolanus Snow.” You saw the small smirk grow on his face. “Clemie.” He said, offering him his other arm. “Hey girl.” She said, nodding to you, and getting a smile in return. “Two girls on your arm, must be your lucky day.” Clemmie teased and making Corio roll his eyes. As she continued to talk, your mind went to the graduation. You were getting more nervous than usual.

Something felt off today, and you didn’t like it.

You didn’t realize you had stayed in a trance until Sejanus walked up beside you, breaking the gaze. “Sejanus, you made it to the reaping for once.” “And you made it to graduation, Festus, we’re both shocked.” After hearing Sejanus’ quips, you went to sit down. You didn’t know why your nerves were acting up, but you couldn’t kick this feeling. “You ok?” You heard a voice ask, Sejanus was standing over you, concern in his eyes. “I’m just nervous about today.” You said, making him nod in response.

“Well, you may be right.” He said, sitting done next to you. That made the hair on the back on your neck stand up. And the look on his face didn’t help either. “What do you mean?” You asked, but getting no answer. Then as the rest of the students sat down, you saw why he was so silent. After it was announced there would be no more Plinth Prize, you looked at Coriolanus, who had a worried expression on his face.

However, when it was announced that the graduates would be mentors of the Hunger Games, that was when you froze, and your mind started to race.

There’s 25 graduates.

There are only 24 tributes.

Someone isn’t getting a tribute.

Going from district to district, started to guess who had a good chance at winning. Your heart broke when one girl, Dill, was pulled out. You stared to wonder if she had been voted so she could die in the arena. When it got to the district 12 female tribute, it was down to you and Coriolanus. His hand found yours and held it tightly, but you didn’t know who was holding on tighter.

“The runt girl from district twelve, she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.”

And that was when you knew he was the one holding on to you. He squeezed your hand so hard you almost thought he broke it.

The tribute: Lucy Gray, was wearing a colorful dress with a corset top. You had to admit, she was beautiful, and so was her dress. You watched as she put a snake on a girls dress, making you smirk. “I love her already” you thought to yourself. But then your mind suddenly came back to reality, you didn’t have a tribute. What did I do wrong? Did I pass? Did I fail?

The only thing that broke your trance was a voice singing, then another. You saw Lucy Gray stand up, and continue to sing by herself. “YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!” She then screamed. As the rest of the people laughed at her, you and Coriolanus shared a look: I like her.

As the laughter started to die down, one voice spoke up. “If you didn’t receive a tribute, report to Dr. Gaul.” Highbottom’s voice spoke up, and then it was silent. All eyes turned toward you, and it made you want to curl up in a ball and die. Sejanus’ hand found yours, giving you a silent squeeze of encouragement, and Coriolanus’ did the same. You then walked towards the woman, a small smile gracing her face.

“Let’s have a talk, child.” She said, her hand finding your back, leading you away from the hall. You were only able to catch a small glimpse of Coriolanus’ worried expression as you went down the hallway. She started to hum a tune while she led you to her lab. You had never been here, but you always wanted to get a peek. “Guess I got my wish.”

“I’ve been watching you, dear, for a long time.” She said, going further into the room. “Almost the top of your class, but you could never quite get that edge.” Dr. Gaul said, pinching her fingers together. “Why am I here?” You asked, finally finding your voice. Dr. Gaul then raised her eyebrows, and then let out a dark chuckle. “Let me ask you: What do you crave most in this world?”

You sighed, “To survive and thrive in this world.” She nodded, “Good answer.” She said, smiling. “You and your friend, Coriolanus, you two are good friends. Bonds like that build trust, those bonds can help you live as much as they can destroy you.” Dr. Gaul said, going to one of her glass cases in her lab. You didn’t know what the hell was in it, and frankly, you didn’t want to know. “I’ve known President Ravinstill for a long time, and we both live well, and thrive.” She said, putting her hand on your shoulder before looking down at you.

“I see myself in you, child. You thirst for survival, but to thrive you need to reach for power,” that was when she gave you a deadpanned look, “that’s why I pulled you from the games.” Your eyes widened at the realization, and she smiled once more. “You don’t need the Plinth Prize when you got mommy and daddy’s money. Why settle for a housewife when you have the brains of game maker.”

You almost shouted when she finished, “Game maker?” You said, to which she nodded. “You’ve always been a curious child, a strong appetency for knowledge.” Dr. Gaul said, putting her gloved hand under your chin. “You want a look behind the curtain? You wanna know how the puppeteer makes the strings? You need to join the magic show.”

You thought about your options, but you knew this opportunity wouldn’t come around twice. Almost like she knew your answer, Dr. Gaul then took you hand, and led you deeper into her lab.

After talking for hours, you knocked on Coriolanus’ door and it immediately opened to a shocked Tigris. “Where’s Corio?” You asked, after hugging her. It didn’t take long for him to come around the corner and hugged you tightly. “What happened? Did you get hurt?” He asked, but you stopped his hand as he examined your face. “I’m okay. Dr. Gaul just pulled from the competition.” You calmly said, and immediately regretted it, the faces of Tigris and Coriolanus going from worry to shock. “Why?” He asked.

She told me she’d be mentoring me from now on. I’ll be studying under her from now on, as well as continuing my classes.” His eyebrows rose before hugging her again. “That’s great news.” He said, but then I hugged him tighter. “For a moment, I thought my life was done for.” He nodded, and then looked you deep in the eyes. “We will get through this. I promise you.” You left a few minutes later, but before you got down the street, Coriolanus caught you “Hey!” He shouted, making you turn around. He was running towards you, holding out a wrapped cloth.

“I meant to give you this at the graduation, but you were pulled away.” He said. You unwrapped it, and smiled when you saw the flower charm. You smiled and held it tightly. “I meant to get a charm for this one day.” You said, looking up at him. “Guess I beat you to it.” He said, before returning the smile. “Meet me at the train tomorrow. I have a plan on how to get in Lucy Gray’s good graces.” You nodded and went home afterwards.

The next morning you got up early and put your uniform on before walking to the station, where Coriolanus was already talking to Lucy Gray, who saw you walking up to them. “Another mentor?” She suddenly said, turning towards you, pointing a white rose in your direction, obviously a gift from Coriolanus. Smart.

That was when he turned to you, and put an arm around you. “This is Lucy Gray. Lucy Gray, this is my closest friend.” He said, and you gave her a smile. “Another rebel?” She said, looking at you. “If it fits,” you said, shrugging, before leaning closer to her. “ loved the stunt you pulled with the snake by the way.” You added, making her smirk.

The moment was cut short when a peacekeeper nudged her and the male tribute towards a vehicle. “It was lovely to meet you two.” She said, before being led away to the back of a van. You then saw his eyes go to the van, and then it clicked in your head. “Corio, don’t.” You said, but it was too late. He was running toward the van, and you were following close behind him. It finally registered what you just did when he slammed the door behind him and felt the van move, going wherever it was going.

And now here you two were.

In a vehicle.

Full of tributes who were looking at the two of you like lions to lambs. Corio put you beside him, putting you closer to the tribute from 2 and the wall. “Hi.” He said, his voice sounding weak. “You in the wrong cage pretty boy, pretty girl?” The tribute Realer asked, tilting his head to look at you. “This cage is delightful.” He said, and then Reaper went towards Corio, pinning him to the back. You yelped when you were then surrounded by the tributes. “Shit.” You thought.

Somewhere between the exchange between Corio and the other tributes, you felt the truck come to a sudden stop, getting everyone’s attention. That was when you felt the truck start to tilt forward, everyone started to slide down. In one swoop you reached for Lucy’s hand as she reached for yours as Coriolanus wrapped one arm around your waist and your free arm around his shoulders. The three of you were able to hang on to each other as the other tributes began to slide down and out of the van. The three of you followed suit after the harness broke, sending you all tumbling out of the truck.

Lucy slid down first, with you and Corio falling out last. He was able to wrap both of his arms around you before everyone let out groans and curses from falling on rocks. When you were able to look up, you realized exactly where you were: The Capitol Zoo. And if fate couldn’t make it any better, Lucky Flickerman was in front of the pen, with his entourage of cameramen. “You gotta be kidding me.” You said, groaning and leaving you head down, only to be met with a blue shirt.

As you lifted your head, you were face to face with Coriolanus, who, somehow, had managed to keep his hold on you when everyone tumbled out of the van. “You ok?” You asked, to which he nodded. “Yes. Are you ok?” He asked, and you nodded in response. His eyes went to your necklace and the rose charm attached to it, a smile blooming on his face. His hand touched it, “You put it on.” He said in a soft tone & a tender look in his eyes.

As you both smiled at each other, you felt one hand go to your cheek and to then the other to your waist. The rest of Panem melted away as his breath hit your face. You forgot about being in the capitol, being Gaul’s student, and the tributes around you as you looked in between his eyes and his lips. “Calanthe.” He whispered, his voice so soft it was almost a whisper. That was until the voice of Flickerman broke the moment. “Are those academy students?” He said, and the both of you looked up to see the camera pointed directly at you.

“You guys ok?” Lucy asked, walking up to the both of you. “Yeah, you?” You asked, getting off of Corio and helping him up. The three of you looked around, and sighed. That’s when you began to brainstorm: how could you get out of this without getting expelled? “We gotta get them to love her.” You said to yourself. You then brought your necklace to the front of your shirt before unbuttoning the top button, making the rose charm more visible. “We give them what they want: a performance.” You then walked to Lucy and began to smooth out her hair while Corio broke the white rose and tucked it behind her ear.

He then put her hand out for Lucy to take, which she accepted. He then turned and opened his arm towards you, making you raise your eyebrows. “Trust me.” He whispered, and Lucy nodded towards his arm, and that’s how you found yourself being next to him as he presented Lucy to a pair of children at the cage.

You weren’t only shocked of how he fell into the role of a mentor, but how Lucy played her part as a tribute. She had a smile on her face when she talked to the children, and a calm expression when Flickerman approached and interviewed her. You couldn’t help but smile as she talked about her dress and where she was from. The Covey sounded like it was a homely group of people. You couldn’t help but picture how the nature of district 12 looked.

That was when Lucky Flickerman turned towards you. “And who might this lovely lady be? Are you also her mentor?” He asked, the camera’s filling the microphone as it was put in front of you. An innocent smile grew on your face as you shifted your tone into a kind voice, while still having a serious edge to it. “No sir, I’m taking courses from Dr. Gaul instead of being a mentor in the games. I’m here to support my dear friend, Coriolanus Snow.” You said, smiling up at him, which he responded by squeezing you closer to him. “You both seem pretty close for dear friends. How long have you known each other?” Flickerman asked, moving the microphone to Coriolanus.

“Since the first day we went to the academy. She approached me, and we’ve been close ever since. I’ve never known a more intelligent and alluring woman.” He said, and your eyes did a double take at his choice of words. Before you could answer, peacekeepers walked in and escorted you out of the cage. “I’ll come back later.” You said to Lucy Gray, holding her hand for a moment before you were taken away, Corio coming out a minute later. As the both of you walked back to class, you kept looking up at Coriolanus.

“On a scale of one to expelled, how fucked do you think we are?” You asked, making him chuckle. “He wanted us to make them spectacles, he never said how we had to do it.” He said, nudging your shoulder, making you huff out a short laugh. You then took his hand and gripped it tight, which he reciprocated. “To survive and thrive.” You said, walking closer to the classroom. “We will survive these games,” Coriolanus softly said, before stopping you, and making you look up at him. “I promise you.”

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the lowdown — the one where neteyam screws up and he notices the distance between you.

the who — neteyam x fem omatikaya!reader

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The pressure on Neteyam’s shoulders makes him tense.

He’d been thrown task after task, whiplash impending as villagers and clanspeople called his name left and right for assistance with responsibilities both great and menial.

It was a day he cleared to spend time alone, too immersed in playing the threads that held the clan together. But from morning eclipse to now, as the forest is shrouding in darkness, the duty of being a diligent leader-in-training weighs heavy like an anchor.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he finally settles near a stream, feet in the water as he leans back on both hands and basks in the natural soundscape of the abundant jungle.

It’s short-lived though, his eyes closing in defeat when he hears someone calling his name.

“Neteyam?” It’s you, his lover, his star that shines so bright. “Teyam?”

He stills, hoping the quiet rush of the stream’s waters will blanket his breathing.

You come poking out of the brush anyways, excited when you see your partner for the first time since last night’s eclipse.

You kneel behind him, arms coming around his neck as you lean over his shoulder and start planting kisses against his cheek and jaw.

“Missed you,” you admit, pressing your face again his. “Today was so exciting, you won’t believe what…”

He’s tuning you out, a heavy sigh blowing past his lips as your voice projects and seems to fill the space. You chatter, and you chatter, and you chatter a mile a minute as you rehash your entire day.

You’re only excited, still caught up in the throes of your extended honeymoon phase, but Neteyam, quite frankly, is fed up.

“For once just stop,” he says sharply, and your babbling dies down.

“Hm?” you hum, hand coming to tuck one of his braids behind his ear.

“Just stop talking, please,” he says firmly. “You’re being noisy and I just want a single moment of peace.”

Your hold around his neck loosens and he lets out another deep sigh when he feels you settle behind him, opting to brush your fingers across the upper expanse of his back. You’re trying to work out the knots in his shoulders, but he’s grabbing your hand to stop you.

“Alone,” he reiterates.

He doesn’t see the way your face falls, the way a flutter of insecurity shutters over your softened expression. He just feels you withdraw, fingers slipping from his grasp as the grass rustles and you stand to your feet.

He expects you to bid him a farewell, but by the time he’s craning his neck over his shoulder, you’re disappearing back into the brush where you came from.

Neteyam seems to sleep the weariness off, that much is clear when he takes a seat next to you the following morning for the first meal and kisses your temple. It sits with you, though, that gutting feeling that maybe Neteyam has underlying feelings that you overlook.

“Sleep okay?” he asks you, flashing you a small smile as he brushes loose hair over your shoulder to see your profile better.

You nod despite the lie. Truthfully you had barely slept at all, wracking your brain for signs you missed, moments you spent being overbearing. It still haunts you now as you pick through the fruits and grains on your plate, focusing extra hard.

“The next batch of warriors will be attempting their rite soon,” he says, biting into a chunk of dried meat. “After everything is said and done…”

You can’t help but wonder if he’s always felt that way. If every moment with you drains him and he’s just good at keeping up the facade.

“My love?” Neteyam calls gently, pulling you from your trance.

You look up at him with wide eyes.

“Yes?” Your voice cracks, hoarse as you clear your throat.

His brow bone twitches as he seems to search your face.

“Everything alright?”

You nod again.

“Yeah,” you affirm. “All good.”

But things are not all good, Neteyam comes to realize after a few lonely eclipses. You hadn’t met him at your spot near the waterfalls for evening swims and as he kicks stones on the way back to the camp, he tries to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.

When it hits him, he feels so stupid, freezing in the middle of the buzzing forest.

“Oh, ________,” he whispers to himself, padding quickly through the grass.

It isn’t hard to find you, reclined in a hammock, reading a book some of the lab guys had lent to the village for practice.

As he closes in on you, things seem fine, but he knows better. He knows his sweet girl better than to leave things unsaid.

You finally look up when your hammock begins to sway with Neteyam’s gradual weight. When he settles in across from you, pulling your smooth legs over his, he speaks.

“Where have you been, my love?” he tests, fingers absently toying with the threads fastened around your ankle.

“Here,” you say simply, turning your attention back to the book to flip the page.

“You didn’t meet me at the waterfall,” he presses, fingertips skimming over your calves.

“There were many tasks in the village today,” you reply. “I wanted to rest.”

A prolonged silence envelops you as you continue reading, leaving Neteyam to filter through his thoughts.

“Can we talk?” he asks, delicately pulling the book from your grasp to draw your attention.

You blink at him with round eyes and his heart squeezes in his chest. How could he say something like that to someone like you, always so tender and gentle.

“I want to apologize,” he says, leaning forward to capture your hands in his. “About that night near the stream.”

Your expression doesn’t falter, you just continue to watch him quietly as he mulls over the words.

“I was really overwhelmed and I took it out on you,” he says, thumb brushing over azure skin.

“S’okay,” you say softly, smiling at him lightly. “I’m sorry for being annoying.”

Neteyam’s gaze softens.

“You could never be annoying,” he says, hand coming up to stroke your cheek. “I like when you’re happy and you tell me about your day. I like being with you.”

He’s pulling you into him so that you rest on his chest, hand coming up to smooth the hair on the back of your head.

Neteyam doesn’t notice that the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes as his voice rumbles in his chest.

You had him fooled for a while, that things were okay between the two of you, but Neteyam was learning to read you. Knew your little tics and nuances.

You wanted to shake that night, wanted to fall into him again, but it was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched, an ache that couldn’t be soothed.

You were so in your head that you hadn’t even realized that others were starting to notice, too. Murmurs that there could be trouble in paradise.

You were starting to read more, blowing through the books in the lab. Anything to take your mind off the burn. You were too busy trying to preserve the peace, of trying to find comfort in your own, that you don’t notice that Neteyam is growing restless.

It’s another missed meet up when he finally decides that enough is enough.

When he doesn’t find you in your hammock, his brows furrow, shaky breath blowing past his lips.

The village hasn’t seen much of you either if his unanswered inquiries are anything to go by. So he follows his gut, searching the ins and outs of the camp for you. Every empty space is added stress, but he tries one last place.

And of course you’d be there, the place that started it all, fingers skimming the surface of the water as you watch the creatures in the water swim happily.

“My love,” Neteyam says quietly.

You ministrations on the water ceases.

“Hm?” you hum, eyes still glued to a particularly luminescent fish.

“Look at me.”

You don’t realize how close he’s gotten until you hear him right behind you. When you turn your gaze skywards to meet his eyes, you see the worry etched into his features.

“Are you alright?” you ask, standing to your feet.

“I should be asking you,” he replies, hands cupping each side of your neck to coax you to look up at him.

“I’m fine,” you assure him, unable to meet his gaze.

“________,” he urges.

At the sound of your full name, you melt like putty in his hands, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment.

“It’s stupid,” you whisper.

“Talk to me,” he implores.

You look like you’re chewing on the words, like they want to come out but you’re wrestling with them. When his thumb brushes your jaw like a silent okay, you crumble.

“Just wanted to give you space,” you mumble.

Neteyam looks wounded.

“Why would you–“

“You have many duties to the clan,” you reason quietly “I don’t want to add to it.”

“Is this about what I said the other night?” he asks fearfully.

Your silence is answer enough and he crushes you in his arms like you’ll float away. Something tingles in your nose, like you could cry, so you push your face into the smooth planes of his chest.

“I was being thoughtless,” he says, voice like a roll of thunder behind his ribcage. “You are the highlight of my days, my first and last thought, do you hear me?”

You mumble something and Neteyam nudges you away gently so that he can look into your eyes.

“I wouldn’t trade you, change you, for anything,” he says. “Mark my words.”

You nod, but the gesture is not enough.

“Are we understood, my love?” he iterates.

A smile plays at your lips as you nod again.

“Understood.”

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Tidal Waves (1)

MDNI. 18+ only. Consider yourselves warned.

[Let's begin.]

(Warnings: canon-typical violence, self-harm (thoughts and actions), Teyvat fucked around and are now finding out. Not remotely close to canon. Bottom of the text has notes, marked by tiny numbers¹.

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You didn't consider yourself a wrathful person once upon a time. Sure, you'd get angry. Maybe you'd get loud. Maybe you'd cry. Or was it a blank face that you forced on when the acid of your rage burned away at you?

Whatever the case, that was lifetimes ago. Literally. But before we can discuss you now, we need to discuss you then. Time as a concept is linear for a mortal, and all that.

You died. Sorry to bear such bad news. The specifics of your death are beyond me, the mere chronicler that I am. We can hope, however, that it was not one you felt. That your passing was in your sleep, or in a hospital where they gave you something potent to manage your pain.

When you woke up again, it was with the warmth of a shining sun on your face, the smell of grass and flowers in your nose, and the sound of wind against leaves in your ears.

Opening your eyes revealed green. Brilliant, gorgeous green, for miles. Tall trees reaching up for the sun, soft grass, and various bushes dotted with pops of color in the form of plump yellow, purple, and blue berries.

This place was delightful. Fresh air and a shocking lack of breathing issues that you'd spent so long dealing with? Sign you the fuck up!

But something about this place felt... oddly familiar. You swore you'd seen it somewhere.

The last pair of your favorite clothes that you'd worn still sat comfortably on you, colors vibrant, stitching secure. You were pretty sure that the fabric was no longer stretched from how often you wore these.

You began to walk, picking a direction you felt was promising. A gut instinct you'd never felt so strongly before.

(Behind you, flowers began to bloom around the imprints of your shoes in the grass, only to swiftly fade away as they were sent to other parts of the world by Teyvat itself.)

It was only after a few hours of leisurely exploration² that you finally found a clue.

Before you lie a Windwheel Aster, the biological version of a pinwheel that grows specifically in Mondstadt, a sort of country in the game Genshin Impact, 'led' by the Archon Barbatos, the God of Freedom³.

Maybe someone else would have been horrified by the fact they'd been transported into a video game. You, however, were quite delighted - Genshin Impact was one of your favorite games!

You loved the story, the characters, the writing, the combat! It had become something you were quite enamored with, and the personalities of those who inhabited the world of Teyvat had captured your heart.

You would get to meet those characters. See the sights you'd only witnessed behind a screen with your own eyes. Maybe fight a little bit, using elemental powers of your very own if the heavens deigned you worthy of Allogene status and a Vision. Sample the cuisine. Indulge yourself. Make a name as a great adventurer.

But, before you could do any of that, you had to find your way to Mondstadt (the city). Your clothes were good, of course, but not 'on the road for months at a time without modern amenities' good. They'd wear and tear, unfortunately, and something else would better suit you in this scenario.

Maybe a dashing adventuring outfit. You'd look good in one of those.

Anyhow, you'd made haste to find your way to civilization, unaware that Teyvat herself was subtly rearranging the world to get a several day journey to take around an hour.⁴

This, unfortunately, is where things took a turn from 'decidedly a good time' to 'steep slope to Getting Fucked, population one⁵.'

---TDL WVS---

Mondstadt's imposing walls were quite the sight to behold from a cliff a few miles away. The game had never really prepared you for the sheer scale of another world⁶, but with so much missing from the game, it meant you had more to explore in person.

You hurried down the path towards the familiar locale of Cider Lake, the well-worn dirt road offering minimal difficult areas. You did trip on a rock, though. Banged your knee⁷.

When you made it to the stone bridge, there were no pigeons. No precocious child with missing father problems.

...and no guards at the gate directly. Weird. You looked around, confused by the odd stillness-

Your world exploded into pain as a flaming arrow screamed from somewhere atop the wall and punched into your gut.

This is how you learned that Pyro elemental damage keeps working by still being on fire inside you. Your cooking flesh smelled like bad pork.

You looked up the wall in shock, trying to see who it was - some enemy you'd never seen? A Fatui assassin? An unknown character?

Before you could get a look⁸, you had bigger issues to deal with. Diluc had arrived, eyes nearly glowing with hatred.

The next thing that was glowing was the giant fucking phoenix he swung out of his sword, straight at you. You didn't have time to scream before your world erupted into agony and light, and then blissful darkness.

When you woke up again, you were somewhere else. The smell of the sea in your nose, vaguely wet sand caking on your skin, a light rain overhead slowly rinsing it from your body and hair.

Why did that happen? Diluc... he killed you, you think. You felt that same darkness before you came here to Teyvat.

It must have been some kind of accident. Had you come off as threatening? No, that couldn't be. You were entirely unarmed and in civilian clothes at best.

But... the hatred in his eyes... something was very wrong about that.

As it turned out, it wasn't just Mondstadt that wanted you dead. It was everywhere. Vision bearers would hunt you like prey and butcher you if they could get to you. If they couldn't, they tried to leave the most wounds they could.

If this was some kind of revenge for all the battles you'd put them through, they'd surely have brought that up.

You learn the truth of the matter after sneaking into a village. At the center of it is a statue of you.

By posing as a poor farmer's child who'd grown up far from many other people, the townsfolk gave you a brief lesson on the world's theological system.

You were the creator of the world. The maker of everything, the soul that sparked the elements and used them to create existence.

You had already come to this world about a decade ago, graciously accepting your place as their divine ruler and benevolent creator, and now lived in a luxurious palace where your wants were tended to by trusted individuals that had once battled in your name.

More recently, another you had arrived. You-you. A monster from another world, sent to tear down this reality and usher in an age of destruction and darkness.

Killing you-you was seen as not only as a service to the world at large, but morally just on account of your existence being a mockery of their real creator.⁹

---I A--- A E---

It had been a year since your arrival, and for a while, it seemed as though the hunt for you was winding down. You didn't run into Vision bearers. You barely ran into normal people. It was you, the wild, and the ruins, drifting from place to place out of a very legitimate paranoia that your murderers would find you.

Then, on the first day of your second year in Teyvat¹⁰, all hell broke loose. The hunters were everywhere again, trying their level best to be rid of you. Apparently, you were just that hated.

No matter where you went, no matter the weather, someone was there to beat you to a pulp and then murder you as soon as they saw you.

Some small part of you still held out hope, though. Some characters had never shown up in the hunting parties that came after you¹¹.

Yes, they'd graduated from 'kill you, make it snappy' to 'torment you as best they could stomach before finally putting you down like a sick animal'.

A trembling, bitter sadness took root in you as time passed. A sickness within that dredged up all the hateful voices of these people you once loved. One that urged you to take their advice. To sever yourself from this world and hide away in the dark where you could rest with no hunters.

And just once, you listened, using a dagger from the Traveler's backpack.

It was the best sleep you'd had in two years.

Every time you died, you'd wake up somewhere else. Somewhere far from the place you'd been, often without clothes given that they were vaporized off of you by your last executioner. Could have been kinky, and instead, it was just degrading.

The more you died, the more your flesh changed. Bits and pieces, at first. Your fingernails sharpened until you'd finally developed claws. Teeth developed points that became fangs.

Your senses expanded, allowing you the safety of rest - you'd hear anyone coming before they got to you.

It wasn't just you who changed, though. Teyvat herself began to morph. Leaves near you became covered in a poisonous oil that burned the skin and left blisters. Vines would grasp for necks and squeeze. Rocks beneath the ground filled with Pyro energy, ready to launch themselves from the earth and explode with all the force of a frag grenade right in the face of whatever dumb motherfucker was after you.

Animals all over the planet became stronger. More aggressive. 'Churls of all sizes were becoming a genuine threat - a quartet of Allogenes were truly needed for small camps, let alone larger encampments - and the weather became worse and worse with each death.

There were some bright spots in this world, though. The creatures love you. Always have¹². You got to pet wolves, touch the masks of Lawachurls, dance around the fire with Hilichurls, have birds eat from your hand, pet elemental slimes, inspect sleeping ruin guards, and even ride on the back of a giant rifthound.

It became harder and harder to empathize with the characters you once loved. Understandably so, given their one-sided crusade to eradicate you from existence. It had gone from soulcrushing to quite frankly annoying. You'd long since fallen out of love with people who regularly tortured you.

---TIDAL---

They always looked at you with such hatred and disgust. Nothing soft for you in those eyes. You despised it. How dare they look at you like you're some monster? You'd never done anything!

You wanted to tear them to pieces. To pay them back for every indignity, for every death, for every scrap of fear. They ruined you. You'd ruin them.

But... what could you do? You had no powers but reviving, as far as you could tell. In a world of magical beings and divine powers, you were simply, damnably human.

One day, you swore. One day, I will show you the consequences of your actions.

It was on your hundredth death that things finally changed. You woke in a bubble beneath the sea, laying on soaking sand, body half-reformed¹³. A pained haze still clung to your flesh, then, as nerves laced into faintly yellowing gore spun from the energy of the environment itself.

Before you laid the form of a massive hydra, its body pierced in thousands of places by stone pillars of varying sizes.

"My maker. It seems we share a bed this night." Osial jokes, voice pained ever so slightly. "To what do I owe your esteemed company? And what has lain you so low?"

You lacked the strength to speak, especially with your vocal chords missing, but all the same, you urged him to somehow understand your plight. Your memories drifted into his mind, where he gently and studiously made sense of them.

"...I am sorry they have done this to you, wǔ miàn shén¹⁴. That another would lead them into such open heresy was unthinkable in my time. But, I suppose I am old now, aren't I?"

Osial sighed, low and soft, like the roll of waves against the shore. "There is little I can do for you in this state, my creator. Had I freedom from this prison, I would offer myself as your sword."

You just felt grateful not to have someone attack you on sight because you're you, and somehow, he understood. Maybe it's some kind of hydra magic. Or godhood.

"You are welcome, though there is no need to thank me when all I show you is common decency. Instead, I thank you for your trust in showing me your vulnerability at this time."

You 'asked' if there's some way to give him power. To make him strong enough to free you both through a pact or bargain of some kind.

He thought on that, his several brains combing through memories of the past, before a small smile crept up the sides of his face. Or at least you felt it a smile. It looked like a malevolent baring of fangs.

"Yes, I do believe I am capable of receiving your blessing in some manner. I simply require your command. Feel free to practice on me."

You brought up your hand and placed it against cold, vaguely slimy scales, making the flesh twitch in instinctive surprise at the sudden warmth.

A half-constructed throat gurgled out ten words. "I command... you... Free... us. Protect me. Make them pay."

Your unfinished body burned from within with golden light as you cried out in pain, channeling your divinity through mere scraps of flesh and bone.

Osial's slitted pupils became ringed in blinding gold as immense power flowed down into his core.

"Rest now, wǔ miàn shén. I will serve even beyond my final breath."

You blacked out.

---WAVES---

When you returned to yourself, you were not in the depths of the sea. You were in a cave looking over the ocean instead, the lights of Liyue Harbor merely glowing specks on the horizon.

You found yourself curled up in the arms of a pair of people a man and woman, neither being particularly familiar to you, though you somehow felt safe all the same¹⁵.

And that's all the catching up you need to do. Welcome to the now.

The man is the one who's primarily holding you, his thighs making for your current seating arrangement. Warm, sun-kissed skin painted in countless scars covers a toned physique. He isn't traditionally muscular in the way of a weightlifter, but quite frankly, he's probably more suited to the swimmer's build he currently sports. Lovely shoulders, too, with thin blue scales on his cheeks and running down his neck and back in a thin strip.

Silver-white hair spills down his shoulder into a loose fishtail braid, secured near the last inch or so by a thick golden band studded with tiny square-cut aquamarines and sapphires.

He smells like the ocean, sand, and you think coconut? You know that because your face is pressed against one of his pectorals.

His clothes consist of a nice enough deep blue robe, which has fallen down slightly, lighter blue sash with silver scale designs, and a pair of loose pants in dark brown. His boots are paradoxically shiny for someone literally in a cave next to the fucking ocean, but he wears them well, you think.

The woman beside him, who's currently hugging you around the waist, is cut from the same cloth, you'd imagine.

Tanned skin, much like the one beside her, though her scars aren't as numerous. Most of them are all over her arms, save for a massive slash all the way down from her left eye to the left side of her lips.

Unlike him, however, her scales are more prevalent, both thicker and more numerous, their deep blue coloring her cheeks¹⁶, sloping down the sides and back of her neck to pool all around her collarbones, shoulders, upper back, and taper down her lower back to where they meet the base of her tail.

Yes, she has a tail. The end has fins¹⁷. It's wrapped around your leg, and it adds to the experience, like it's somehow a Hug+.

She's drooling a bit onto his shoulder. It's kind of cute but also a little gross¹⁸.

Her hair is a dark blue with light blue tips on either side of her face, styled rather carelessly. A similar ring to that of the man's rests on her ring finger.

She smells sweet. That's really all you can pick up. You think it's some floral aroma mixed with fruit.

Ah. Appears they're married. Nice of them to share a comfy evening with a total stranger.

Unfortunately for you, that vile bitch named exhaustion is creeping in, tying weights to your eyelids like the whore she is.

You're out again barely a minute later.

Perhaps when you wake, you'll make more sense of your circumstances.

---

And somewhere in the back of your mind, your hatred continues to tick, tick, tick away. A lit fuse and an ever-increasing pile of explosives.

One day.

¹: I love this function on my keyboard. Thanks, phone.

²: Leisurely is the only way to describe a constant refreshing breeze, gentle sun that didn't make you sweat, perfectly even terrain, and a real fuckin' suspicious lack of dangerous animals for someone literally in some woods right then.

³: Currently moonlighting as a carefree bard who got his ass folded like an omelet over a chess piece.

⁴: She was pretty proud of herself for that, folding leylines onto themselves to 'teleport' you in a way you didn't notice. Her hopes for the people who lived upon her were as high as yours were, then. That was swiftly proven a mistake.

⁵: The single resident of that time was you. Not exactly the best place to live. Rent is astronomical, food sucks, air pollution out the wazoo, and the water always tastes a little like rust, even after filtering. You got worse, though, so no worries.

⁶: MiHoYo couldn't just make such an expansive world and expect everyone to explore it the way it would need to be at that size, given time and budget constraints that any studio would face. Thus, a shortening was in order. Saved a lot of grief, hopefully.

⁷: Don't look at me like that. Everyone trips some time. Besides, this was then.

⁸: It was Amber. Shit happens. She was probably very sorry.

⁹: Cool. That wasn't super fucking depressing to learn, or anything. You totally didn't cry yourself to sleep that night.

¹⁰: On your birthday, specifically. Happy birthday. It's actually an international holiday, but you wouldn't know that back then.

¹¹: Some people just don't fucking show up, as busy as they constantly are in their normal lives. Even if they did want to go, they'd be beat to the punch by someone else who isn't swamped with work. You held out hope that they weren't out to murder you too.

¹²:Animals and monsters have always just known who you were. As if it's in their blood, in their souls. You've never had a bad experience with them on Teyvat. They're always gentle with you, even rabid or malfunctioning.

¹³: To nobody's surprise, being electrocuted, frozen solid, and then hit with a giant bomb is bad for your not being atomized.

¹⁴: 'five-faced god', a reference to the Wǔfāng Shàngdì, the five manifestations of the Supreme God of Heaven. This was the best I could think of for the most opulent-sounding title that Liyue could give you.

¹⁵: Or maybe that's just the touch starvation talking, eh?

¹⁶: cheek scales.

¹⁷: tail fin anatomy.

¹⁸: You don't think it should be glowing blue like that, but you don't particularly claim to understand how... fish(?) women work, so maybe that's normal.

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"I Have a Room Here"

Thanks to @stargazing-enby for the screaming, @rei382 for the alpha, and @annanother-thing for the beta!

2.5k words. TW: Minor panic attacks. Draco has anxiety.

“I have a room here,” he blurts out.

He’s in the hallway, making his way out of the building when he sees him entering. Sees his eyes widen in recognition. Sees his carefully constructed world set to crumble around him.

“I— I mean I live here. Now. I’m not here illegally, or doing anything dodgy. While I'm—” His leg jigs. “I— I have a room here and I like it and I can't move, please don't make me.”

He frowns, and it's almost convincing, almost makes him believe he's not just a lion lying in the grass, waiting to pounce.

“I'm not here to make you leave. I have a room here too. I moved in last week. Ask the landlord.” He regards Draco for a moment. “I couldn’t make you move if I wanted to, Draco.” He pauses, as though for effect. Draco’s skin crawls. “And I would never want to do that.”

He knows it's a lie, that it’s just a matter of time, but he nods and scarpers anyway, door slamming too loudly behind him.

“Oh.” Draco claps a hand to his mouth, heart pounding when emerald eyes land on him.

“No, wait—” he calls, and Draco curses the way his entire body freezes.

“You don’t have to leave. Just— come and do your laundry. I’m almost done anyway.”

He can’t keep from chewing his cheek whilst loading the machine. And then his change won’t fit in the slot. And then the air, too humid and sweet and dizzying, starts to close in around him.

“Er, Malfoy—”

“Shut up.”

He can feel him staring, can imagine the self-righteous look, can hear the taunt in his voice.

“I just—”

“No.”

His eyes sting, his fists clench, and the stupid coin keeps hitting the steel slot.

“Please, can I—?”

“Just leave.”

He’s wailing and he knows it, but a moment later there’s a sigh and slow footsteps recede, and he finally takes a shaky breath.

On the next try, the coin clunks into the machine.

“You weren’t in so I signed for your parcel,” he says.

Scowling isn’t polite in these situations, but it’s all he can do right now.

“Th—thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he shrugs slightly. Draco fiddles with a bit of brown tape. “You can look at me, you know. I’m not going to burn your retinas with my ugliness.”

The forced lightness in his voice fails to hide a deeper ring of something, and it’s unmooring. He never used to play games like this, and it makes Draco’s hair stand on end.

“If that’s all…”

There's a beat, but then he sighs heavily. “Yeah, that’s all.”

“Hey, Malfoy, you’re okay.”

He’s not okay, how can he be okay? He can’t find his keys and he dropped his change and his coat is too old so rain’s dripping down his back and there were all these kids and where the fuck are his keys—

“Draco.”

He blinks, bright eyes suddenly there while warmth holds his elbows. Which appear to be shaking.

“I’ve got you, breathe with me, okay?”

He can barely swallow, let alone breathe, but he chases that voice regardless, the praise so kind his knees tremble and ungodly noises crawl up his throat.

“Better?”

Too much time has passed when he asks, and now too much tiredness weighs down each slower, steadier breath. Bronze hands still hold him gently, and he squirms at the wetness on his face.

“I— I have to go.”

His smile is tentative yet blinding, and his ‘Hey,’ is low and private, like they’re sharing a secret instead of passing on the stairs.

“I got your note.” He stops, so Draco has to stop too, right on the stain on the carpet. It looks like a hippo from this angle.

“You’re welcome, Draco.”

It sends shivers down his spine, hearing his name like that, and he sounds so real, so genuine, he can’t stop his eyes from flicking back to his. They’re just as dazzling as ever, and happier than should be humanly possible. He feels his cheeks heat.

“I want you to know, I’ll always help you if I can. So, if you need something, just—” he shrugs, “knock on my door.” Then, when Draco’s brow pinches, as it always does, “I mean it, Draco. I’m not going to make you move. You can trust me.”

And when his voice is so gentle, he really wants to believe him.

“Fuck, sorry.”

Footsteps run towards him as he bends to pick up the apple.

“Apparently one of my shopping bags broke, and, well, decided to attack my neighbours with fruit.”

“Maybe they’re trying to escape your horrendous hair.”

His bark of laughter covers Draco's choke at his reckless words, and Draco's stomach does a weird flippy thing at the sound.

“Maybe.” His grin could light up an entire city. “It’s either that or it’s trying to escape the crumble it’s destined for.”

Crumble. His mouth waters, and from the quirk of his lips, it’s far too obvious.

“You could come over for some, if you wanted?”

“Uh— I— I don’t— Um—”

He chuckles softly, and it shouldn’t sound fond.

“Just think about it,” he says, and there’s that soft, too-beautiful-to-be-real smile making his head spin again. “I’ll save you a bit.”

He swallows hard. “I'm returning your bowl.”

“I can see that,” he grins too easily, lounging against his door frame. “Did you enjoy it?”

Too much. “It was pleasantly surprising.”

The answering laugh curls his toes and flips his stomach. “I'm honoured to receive such high praise.”

“Don't get used to it.”

“Oh, no,” he smirks. “Of course not.”

Draco bites his lip as the silence extends, hands too empty, cheeks growing hot.

“I could make some tea, if you'd like?”

It's quieter than the other requests—more gentle. Devoid of all pressure but cushioned by tentative hope, and Draco begins to want.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, tongue too traitorous for his heart. But he gives a light huff, and through his lashes, Draco glimpses that sugar-sweet smile.

“Okay, not yet.” And it's a promise Draco knows he'll have to keep.

The bass drums through the walls, into his skull, and his fingers clench.

'Get some space. Take a break,' his head whispers. But outside is too dark, and his chest tightens.

'It's just a bad night. Just one party.’ He tells himself, trying to stay calm. Then fails when his thoughts run away from him.

His feet landing in his hall tell him he's moved, as do his shoes, now on his feet, and his jacket in his hand, but he can't tell how they got there. Someone knocks on the door before he reaches it.

“Sorry, I didn't want to startle you,” he says, hair wild enough for birds to nest in and just as cozy. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with— this.”

He doesn't mean to whimper, or sway on the spot, but another shriek of laughter lances through him and it's so loud it hurts.

“Obvolvere,” he murmurs, and then it's barely there, just a distant thud beneath his feet, and his eyes flutter closed.

“Thank you.”

He says it before he can think through the lingering buzz, but he can't summon the energy to care.

“It's nothing.” His molten emeralds shine only with concern, and for the first time in months, he feels cared for. “Get some sleep, Draco.”

“Wait—” He blinks, panic hissing at the threat of him leaving. “Um, would— would you like— t—tea?”

A slow smile warms him from the inside out.

“I'd love some.”

—

“You should sleep.”

He knows this. Knows from the way his eyes are heavy and itchy and weeping. Knows the disappointment at the idea of letting him leave, the fear of the noise—the gap between them—returning.

“You're one to talk.”

Potter snickers, and it's unfairly pretty. “I'm not the one falling asleep on his sofa.”

“Hmm.” It's all he can say, eyes drifting closed once again.

“C'mon,” he murmurs, and then there's a hand, solid but gentle, at his elbow. “Bed.”

He stumbles willingly into Potter's solid warmth and sighs. Safe.

“I won't come in,” Potter murmurs, chivalrous to the core. “Just wanted you to get some decent rest.”

“Will you—? Um, I mean, when will—? Can we—?” His brow hurts from wrinkling.

“Can I come see how you slept, tomorrow?”

He shivers at the care in his voice.

“Yes.”

He's always kept his word. Draco knows this—scorned him mercilessly for it in a previous life. Yet still his heart leaps, relieved, when Potter smiles at him as he opens his door.

“Hey,” Potter breathes, and butterflies, beautiful and wild, explode everywhere in Draco's chest.

“Hi.“

“A movie I wanted to watch just came out on video,” Potter says. “Want to watch it together?”

Draco barely knows what movies are. He nods immediately.

Potter’s too-bright smile is impossible not to return, Draco’s stomach jumping like the kernels of corn Potter shoves in the microwave. They smell almost as good as him.

“Okay,” Potter soon sits beside him, remote in one hand, bowl of popcorn in another. He flashes Draco another smile, a hint of nerves hiding in the dimples of his cheeks. “I hope you like it.”

He nods, knowing he won’t be able to focus on anything but the warmth coming from just centimeters away.

The buttery smell emanating from the bowl is too alluring, and after Potter’s crunched on a few mouthfuls, it seems socially appropriate to reach for some popcorn too. His fingers brush Potter’s. Electricity crackles on his skin.

“After you,” Potter murmurs, his smile as sweet as the kernels. Draco thinks kissing him would be even sweeter.

His mouth waters at the scent wafting from the oven, and he bites his nails.

The last three haven’t been right—too burned; too flat; too bland. But this one smells dangerously promising.

He still jumps when the timer dings, despite watching the final seconds tick down, and the heat of the oven takes his breath away. But these lemon cupcakes are golden, springy, and perfectly risen.

He flits from the sofa to read, to the radio, to the bathroom to clean whilst waiting for them to cool, then painstakingly slathers on the lemony icing. Once they’re arranged just so on a plate, he sucks in a deep breath, hesitantly walking up the corridor.

“I made cupcakes,” he blurts as soon as the door starts to open, Potter’s face not yet fully in view. Potter’s kind chuckle threatens his already shaky grip on the plate.

“I can see that. They look amazing.” Potter leans forward, inhaling deeply. Draco curses the heat rushing to his cheeks. “I could make some tea for us both, if you want?”

Heart rabbiting in his chest, he nods once. “Y-yes, please.”

Potter’s beam warms him down to his toes.

Cooler air teases at his cheeks, the first hues of autumn painting the leaves. He burrows further into his thick scarf, letting his eyes fall closed.

“You look so cozy,” Potter audibly smiles as scuffed his trainers crunch on the gravel path.

“Not everyone can be a walking radiator,” he snips, knowing the scarf doesn’t hide his smile at Potter’s chuckle.

“Well excuse me for having good circulation and a bit of meat on my bones.” A shoulder knocks into Draco’s, then stays much closer than before. He has to remind himself to breathe.

“You’re not excused.”

Potter’s laugh seems to dance on the breeze, loud, and carefree, and infectious, and Draco wants to bottle the sound; to clutch it close and bask in it. Then the shoulder knocks into him again, and this time long, sure fingers hook around his gloved ones, halting the earth in its path.

“Hmm, what if we get a hot chocolate and a cinnamon bun?” Potter asks, low and private. “Would I be excused then?”

Tentatively intertwining his fingers with Potter’s, Draco forces his voice to stay steady.

“We’ll have to see, won’t we.”

“I should probably get going,” Harry frowns. “Apparently, I have to be up in the morning.”

“However will you cope?” Draco rolls his eyes, his heart sinking slightly all the same.

“Your kind words support me endlessly, did you know?”

Draco pokes his tongue out. Still, the warmth of Harry’s leg pressed against his disappears, and he rushes to stand too. To delay the inevitable. Harry just smiles, slots their fingers together. Squeezes tight.

“I’ll come round tomorrow? After 3?” he asks, standing in front of the open door but facing Draco, emerald eyes sparkling and kind and reassuring.

“After 3,” Draco nods. “And we’ll make pasta?”

“We will,” Harry promises. “I’ve already got the garlic bread.”

“Good.”

The seconds stretch into more, but his grasp on Harry’s hands never wavers, and neither does Harry’s smile. Then those emerald eyes flicker lower, to Draco’s lips, and Draco’s breath stutters.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Draco,” Harry murmurs again, lower this time, closer too. Draco’s vision clouds as Potter creeps into his space. Just close enough for soft, plush lips to brush against his.

Draco just stands, still as a statue, barely breathing.

He manages to gulp as Harry leans back, wanting to melt back against Harry’s lips.

“T-tomorrow.”

“Cuppa?” Harry asks over his book. His hair is mussed from lying down on the sofa. Draco wants to run his hands through it.

“Cuppa,” he says, stretching. “I’ll help.”

A hand finds his, warm and soft, guiding him up from his seat and safely into the kitchen. His grasp feels empty when Harry lets go and moves towards the kettle, but he turns to dig out some mugs anyway. Harry always came back.

There are teabags already plucked from the barrel and waiting when he turns around again, and a hand on the centre of his back tells him Harry’s reaching for a teaspoon, while he gets the milk.

“We make a good team,” Harry murmurs close to his ear, an arm snaking around his waist.

“Hmm. Maybe you’ve just been stalking me,” he whispers back, leaning into him.

“Always,” Harry grins, pressing his lips to his temple.

Warmth. Endless warmth is all he knows as he slowly floats into consciousness.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Harry’s sleep-husky voice rumbles in his ear.

“Mm,” he moans into Harry’s chest, purring when fingers stroke through his hair. “Too early.”

He grumbles when Harry snickers, jostling him unfairly, but then the arms holding him in place tighten around him, and maybe he can forgive the indiscretion.

“So I guess I’m not allowed to go to the toilet yet, either?” Harry asks. Draco wraps his legs more firmly around him.

“Message received,” Harry chuckles again, lips close enough to graze his forehead. Draco sighs approvingly when they stay there; a prolonged kiss.

Long seconds, minutes, or hours later, his hand finds Harry’s jaw, thumbing gently over the stubble that’s grown in, then leans up to capture Harry’s lips with his.

“I really like our room,” he murmurs.

Harry smiles against his lips, giving him another sweet kiss back.

“Me too.”

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diorcities · 1 year

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bunny

previous. part one .next.

pairing: park jisung x afab!reader genre: smut, dark academia. content: virginity, corruption kink, hand job, oral fixation, nipple play, female masturbation. wc: 2k.

description: this academy is full of secrets, as much as it is full of bunnies. hairy and docile ones, and harmful and evil as well. you've never been able to belong to their little group of worship for jisung. they don't know. they simply don't know, that you would do anything for him. whatever it is he desires.

the sun passing between the branches of the willow tree where your body lay made funny figures on your skin. the temperature was ideal to lie down in the garden of the academy between classes, being customary for students to eat or study. you preferred to sleep.

you read for a while one of those boring books that made you sleepy, and when it was the perfect moment, you fell into the arms of morpheus, like a rock. for that reason, you missed the second class that afternoon.

you got up lazily resting your back on the base of the trunk, moving the open book away from your face. your gaze wandered around the enclosure; made up of victorian structures and ruins. the academy was thirty minutes from the next civilization, surrounded by lush forests and mountainous landscapes. in spring, squirrels and rabbits wandered through the green areas, and the trees showed their greenest leaves. in winter, the panorama consisted of temperatures close to negative degrees, trees with bony branches and meters and meters of snow.

you didn't like spring very much, and obviously, winter neither. you used to think that the middle of the two seasons was the best, after summer vacation, fall was by far the best season.

after pondering for what you thought were hours, you decided to face what was surely going to be a comeuppance. however, you were willing, more than willing, waiting. as you headed to the room for your next class, you didn't notice that your uniform had gotten mud on it from lying on the grass.

bunny noticed. with her delicate hands, she covers her mouth while she laughs without much disguise. “look who we have here." her entourage was supporting. “yn” other bunny mentions, disgusted. unintentionally, and because you really didn't feel like avoiding them, you let them surround you. “ugh, is that... mud?” bunny covered her nose under your piercing gaze. if it affected her, she showed no signs of it. bunny clicks her tongue, “did you fall down a rabbit hole?” she asks herself, “or maybe, you're used to being on the ground.” her hands travel to your chest, pushing hard. her entourage opens like a door and reveals the floor. you fall with a crash, causing laughter from the bunnies, who, one by one, file off. their laughter stretches down the desolate corridor until they're lost. with parsimony, you manage to compose yourself and go to your next class.

twilight looms on the horizon as you enter the tunnel connecting the tower to the central building, the shadows lengthen and shrink as you proceed through the endless corridor. cold hits your body, hearing only the sound of your shoes on the stone floor, expanding into echoes.

your footsteps stop abruptly, and your muscles tense under your skin, as your eyes study the small, static figure a few feet from you. pearly fur shimmering in the moonlight. with floppy ears like small braids and eyes as black as abysses, they observe you while their nose moves, sniffing.

it lets you hold it when you pick it up off the ground. the fur is even softer than you thought. its frail and petite figure. heart under its ribcage pounding under your hand, placed on the area. “we had a dissection class the other day,” you narrate, reversing your steps. “we stuff bunnies.” your footsteps replace the stone floor with dirt and grass as you walk away from the tunnel and into the forest. your nose approaches the fur, inhaling gently. “what a beautiful fur,” you murmur in a high-pitched voice. your lips leave a small kiss on the rodent before depositing it on the ground. “now go away, little friend,” you say, waving your hand, but the rabbit remains where you left it. “boo!,” you exclaim, then. and that's when the rabbit leaves.

your heels turn to return to the shelter of the tunnel when your eyes catch a shadow looming over you. the feeble light from the street lamps in the courtyard barely illuminates his face; outlines his figure with a halo of orange light. “did i scare you?,” he wants to know. you shake your head. you can feel him smile even when darkness engulfs him. “we're late for class,” he announces, looking at the sunset, yet your eyes remain on him. “i need to clean my skirt,” you mumble in a low voice. his smile widens. “need help?”.

you feel him lurking behind your back, at a prudent distance. walking through the dark tunnel, only listening to the sound of his footsteps in time with yours. in a corner, you walk up the stairs to the second floor, feeling your skirt rise slightly. jisung laughs lightly but doesn't say anything else. he follows you to the bathrooms, closing the door behind him. seeing him study you through the mirror, his gaze fixed on the dark stain on your skirt. your hands go to the waistband of the fabric, lowering it to your ankles, as you stay only in your underwear.

you feel the warmth of his body as he approaches, his arm encircling your body to the front, the sudden proximity making you catch your breath. his warm breath hitting your ear.

his hands brush yours as he takes the fabric from your grasp, and without saying anything, he walks away to the sink. you watch him rolls his shirt up a few inches, exposing his forearms. his veins bulge as he turns on the faucet and begins to wash the mud off. “how did you get mud on your skirt, anyway?” he asks, breaking the silence. “from the garden,” you reply.

jisung hums, turning off the faucet when his chore is done. his body leans against the sink, holding out his skirt to you, waiting for you to take it. your body instantly approaches him, under a spell. he watches you intently as you dress, his eyes shifting between your breasts and your face; it's impossible not to look back at him. “thank you,” you say. “no problem.” his lips stretch into a lazy smile. “you… do you need help with something?” you see him deny “nothing that requires your help, kitten.”

he stands up from the sink, towering over you. you have to look up to meet his eyes again. “tell me what it is,” you demand to know, cutting him off. “why?” he asks. “i want to help,” you reply, “i want to help you.” where did this wish come from? you couldn't know it, but it burned your chest. just thinking about letting him go made your body writhe in sharp pain. you wanted to help him, you wanted to please him. there was nothing in this world you wanted more than to make him happy.

“what are you willing to do to help me?”

“anything.”

when he smiles, the burning in your chest turns into a warm feeling. his hand comes up to your face, cupping your cheek. slides down to your jaw and rests there as his thumb rests on your lower lip. “open up,” he asks. your lips part to let him in, his finger resting on your flat tongue, before curling it around. instinctively, you begin to suck on his finger. teeth scraping lightly, tongue wrapping and moving. “pretty,” jisung whispers before a throat clearing attacks him. his pink lips part slightly in concentration, his gaze darkening at the sight of your mouth taking his thumb so well.

your hands go to his chest, moving up and down with difficulty, before sliding down. they rest gently on his abdomen. “do you really want to help me?” he asks again, and you nod multiple times. yes, yes, yes, as you resume your way to his crotch. a hard bulge under your warm palm. your thumb strokes the prominent surface, catching his muscles tense. his body falls back into the sink, your body overlapping his as your palm presses over his erection. your tongue takes care in the movements it makes on his finger, while you give it a few strokes on his length. your fingers going to the zipper of his navy blue pants. “do you want to touch it?” he wants to know, and you nod again.

his thumb is withdrawn from your mouth, and you miss him immediately. you unbutton his pants and pull them down, just enough to see his underwear. your fingers go to the waistband, lowering the fabric, and freeing his cock, long and veined. tip is flushed. a small spasm attacks it, and it seems to you the most beautiful thing in the world.

your hand wraps around him, feeling hard and heavy. his soft skin stretches as you begin to pat him. jisung lets out a low breath. your eyes stray from the length of his to see his pretty face twitch. frown and parted lips. you move your hand up and down, while the other finds its way to the base, palm down.

his hands go up your body, unbuttoning your shirt and revealing your bra. it's old-fashioned and without a cup, which reveals your bristling nipples. jisung brushes his thumb around one of them. an electric current expands from the place where he touches you. you let out a hoarse moan as his fingers squeeze the sensitive area. back arches unintentionally. your hand begins to move faster on his cock. a growl attacks him, burying his face in the valley of your breasts.

you feel his dick pulsing under your hand, warm and soft. you milk it, curling your fingers at the tip, making movements from top to bottom while giving small touches with your thumb. jisung stirs under your touch, in a labored gasp. a few more stabbed thrusts were enough for him to spill his warm semen in your hand. hot and thick. your mouth begins to salivate at the sight of the pearl liquid pouring out of its pink tip.

“you want a taste?” he asks when he sees the place where your gaze is fixed. bringing his index finger into the liquid after you nod, moves it closer to your already open lips to receive his seed. you savor the sweet taste of him, cleaning his finger with your tongue. “turn around,” he orders, giving you no time to react and moving you himself. positioning behind you, both facing the mirror.

his hand goes around you to wipe away the remaining cum that remains on your hand, and when he's done, his hand slides down your belly and out of the mirror reflection, under your skirt and resting on the waistband of your clothes inside. “did you get wet, kitten?” he asks as he feels your breathing ragged as his fingers finally insert themselves under the fabric and brush against your pussy. “just a few strokes on my cock and you're already dripping?”.

his fingers slide through your folds and through your silky arousal. your face twitches as he finds your clit and starts moving his fingers in circles. your mouth opens to let out small, low moans, while your hips move to the beat of his fingers, wanting more friction. his body presses against yours, holding you against the sink and his chest. his movements become deeper and more agile as he massages your clit. your walls clinging and clenching to nothing, legs tightening around his hand. your wishes finally being heard by jisung, lowering his fingers between your folds towards your entrance. his fingers dig into your cunt, and a whiplash of sharp pain accompanies them.

jisung removes his fingers quickly, causing a plaintive gasp to escape your lips. his strong grip turns you on your axis, now facing him. “are you virgin?” it takes you a few seconds to string together what he says. jisung teases you, “answer me.” you bite the inside of your cheeks and nod.

jisung clicks his tongue, disapprovingly. you watch him lose himself in his thoughts, sinking deeper into worry the moment he realize something you totally miss. a few seconds later, he shakes his head and looks at you. “i'm so sorry,” he says, looking embarrassed, “but i'm afraid we have to stop.”

“but-,”

“no.”

“please,” you beg. “jisung, please.” your hands make fists in his white shirt. his hands grab your wrists, but he doesn't pull them away. “god, do you want me to fuck you so much?” he questions, raising his eyebrows expectantly. you soak your lips under his gaze. yes. you wanted him to destroy you completely, to use your body at his whim just like now, to take you so hard you could barely walk the next day. you crave, fervently to see his naked body covered in sweat while he fucks you or one of his bunnies, you don't care. but instead of telling him that, you just nod, hoping he can see between the lines. however, jisung puts pressure on your wrists. “say it.”

“yes, jisung.”

he smiles, before leaning over you and bringing his mouth closer to your ear.

“you'll have to do something for me first, then.”

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 6 months

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For Your Own Good

Another fanfic written at night on my phone because I didn't want to sleep away the idea. Enjoy the products of my insomnia. Remember to comment and reblog, they are so so important!

Contains: D/s dynamics, kink negotiation, safe, sane and consensual, Dom Simon, sub reader, spanking, praise kink, fingering, P in V, fluff, aftercare.

1.6K words

In trying to avoid worrying Simon, you break a rule and he has to deal with it.

"You need anything, Love?"

Simon always texted you before he left work to see if he needed to pick anything up from the store. Your aching, sprained ankle said yes but you knew him, if you told him about it, he make a detour to the big pharmacy in the other direction of your house and return home with half of it. Sure, the first aid kit was stocked, but Simon would insist on picking up better pain meds and fresh wrap.

"No, honey, I'm good."

You reasoned your reply wasn't a lie, you'd be fine with some rest and ice, and it wasn't that bad, but part of you was worried that you should have said something.

When the door swung open, the ice pack was still on your elevated leg, and he took one look at you and sighed. "What happened?"

He was already at your side, kneeling by you so he could lift the ice pack up to look at the bruising. "Misstep into a hole in the grass, I didn't see it."

He was gentle as he assessed the damage, pressing and moving and touching until he had made up his mind. "Does it hurt?"

If you had said yes, he would have worried, so you lied, and your no was met with a less than gentle squeeze. "Bullshit."

He marched into the laundry and returned with the first aid kit in a huff. "You wanna tell me why you didn't ask me to stop by the store and get you stuff to fix this?"

That tone wasn't good, it was time for damage control. "It's nothing a little ice and time won't help. I didn't want to inconvenience you."

The look he gave you told you the battle was lost. "We have been over this four times y/n, it's my job to look after you." A finger pointed at your necklace drove it home. "That means none of your needs are an inconvenience."

He took a deep breath and placed the ice back over your ankle. "I'm going to get some better supplies and pick up some better meds so you're not tossing and turning all night when that really starts to hurt. After that, well, talk about how we're going to handle this problem of yours once you're all fixed up."

He pressed his lips to your forehead and held your face in his hands. "I'll be back soon, alright? If it really starts to hurt, you better call me."

You nodded. "I will. I love you."

He smiled softly and grabbed your hand for a moment. "I love you too."

*****

He was back home within the hour and back at your side the second he was in the door. "How is it?"

"It's…" You weren't going to get away with telling him it was fine and you would only make it worse for yourself if you did. "It's hurting a bit."

He was gentle as the first fall of rain in spring as he wiped the damp away from the melting ice pack and wrapped your ankle, his focus so tight that you were sure nothing would pull him away. When he was done, he held his hand out for you to stand up, watching carefully for a sign that you were hiding that it still hurt. "Better?"

You nodded. "Much, thank you."

He picked up the TV remote and took you into his arms as you sat down to watch the afternoon news, and you leaned into his embrace as he started to speak. "You know I'm going to have to punish you for what happened."

You sighed. "I know. I broke rule."

He pressed his lips to your temple as his thumb moved back and forth on your thigh. "That you did, love. I'm not mad, I don't think I could ever get angry at you, I just don't know how to get you to understand that looking after you isn't a bother to me."

You took a deep breath. "I know, but I'm not the only stubborn one in that regard, Simon."

He exhaled sharply. "Don't push your luck, love, that's why we have the rule that we have to speak up when something's wrong so the other person can help. Once your ankle is healed, we'll talk about your punishment, and I don't want this to happen again."

You nodded. "It won't."

****

The wait was two weeks, one for your ankle to heal and the other for Simon to feel like he wasn't going to hurt it again. It was a formal affair; he had cooked dinner and insisted you ate plenty, then treated you to a nice dessert. Then came the negotiation, sitting opposite each other at the table as you went over what was about to happen, Simon trying to reassure you that you could always say no and he'd think of something different.

Once you were both happy, he led you to the bedroom with a hand on your lower back before sitting on the end of the bed with his leg splayed. He watched as you undressed, removing each piece of clothing and placing them down neatly folded so you could redress once the night was over, leaving you in nothing by the necklace of one of his dog tags that signified your collar.

He lifted his hands from where they were rested on his thigh so you could lay, bent over in his lap, and one of his hands ran up and down your back while the other made its way to your backside. "Are you ready, love?"

He didn't want you to count, this was far more about dealing with a rule being broken than anything else. "Yes, I am."

The hand on your ass pressed a little firmer before his gruff voice filled the room. "Ok then." Each hit was the same: heavy, even pressure, he handed two solid smacks, then moved to the next cheek. You knew he was halfway done when he paused to rub your skin. When the hit started again, he bent slightly, reaching down to grab your hand and lift it onto the bed so he could hold it as his other hand reached its full intensity.

It was over when the first tear fell, betrayed by a heaving breath and a stutter. His hand had stilled, resting on your skin to calm the blood rushing to your flesh before moving to the other cheek and doing the same. You could feel his erection pressing into your leg and his hand slowly sliding from your backside to your core, letting you know the rest of the night was ready to start.

"I'm so proud of you, love, you took that so well." He chuckled when he found you slick, his chest rumbling with affection as his fingers slid through your slit. "My good girl, I think you deserve a thank you for how well you did."

Your legs twitched as he made contact with your clit, and you sighed as he started to work in small, focused circles. "Thank you."

He smiled and slid two of his thick fingers inside you as his thumb replaced his fingertips on your clit. "You don't need to thank me, love, I'm enjoying myself." You believed him, considering that each time you shifted on his lap and brushed his cock his breath hitched.

He focused on your G-spot, his calloused fingers drawing pleasure from your body with practised ease. It didn't take long for you to reach the edge, and your request for permission was cut off by Simon with his steady pace and deep voice. "You don't need to ask, lovely, just let go for me."

He worked you through it, waiting until you were trying to shift away from him before removing his fingers. You heard sucking sounds and twitched your head to see him with his fingers in his mouth. He shot you a charming smile and moaned. "Like candy."

He brought you up onto his lap, being mindful of your heated skin. His lips found yours in a searing kiss, and he moaned into your mouth as you reached down to palm his cock through his sweatpants. You stroked him a few times before shoving his pants down just far enough to pull him out and nipped his lower lips as you held him so you could slide down steadily until you were fully seated and his jaw was clenching with restraint.

You started to rock in unison, and there was an unordered jumble of limbs to get him as naked as you. He pulled you into his chest, and you relaxed in his arms as he took over the pace and poured sweet nothings into your ear as he angled his hips to brush your G-spot with each stroke. One of his massive hands left your back to run your clit, and his teeth touched your neck as he once again worked you towards orgasm.

"Come on, Lovely, on last one for me." He swallowed your moans as you came and then followed behind you with a feral grunt and his teeth in your shoulder. He let you catch your breath, one hand rubbing up and down your back while the other stroked your cheek and once he was satisfied, the world shifted as he moved you both so you were lying on your sides.

He pulled you into his arms and spoke softly against your forehead. "You did so well for me." You muttered, and he chucked warmly. "You rest, I'll clean you up in a little bit. You need anything from me?"

You shook your head. "No. I love you."

He pulled you in closer, half revelling in holding you half because the cold was starting to seep in. "I love you too y/n."

Fin

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"Xiao, do you know what love is?"

Beside you, Xiao tenses. You can see, even without looking at him fully, the way his relaxed shoulders shrug inward; the way his neck seems to go taut.

You don't often talk to him here, in the tiny outside world that he created just for you.

Although calling it "outside" would be misleading, wouldn't it? Because you're just as trapped within the walls of his abode here, among the grass that waves with no breeze, the creek that trickles with no fish, the trees that give no fruit, the birds that chirp mechanically, on schedules, forcing Xiao to change them every few weeks to avoid driving you mad.

What a kindness that is, you suppose, in someone like Xiao.

When he doesn't answer soon enough, you turn your head towards him. Your chin rests on your knees, pulled up to get comfortable, while you sit underneath the faux tree on the faux grass in the waning light of a faux sun that only goes down because you had to remind Xiao that the appearance of night and day was important to you.

He's staring ahead, still tense. When he senses you staring, he slowly looks over at you, and huffs out a sigh.

"Human emotions are..." His fingers clench against the ground, gathering fake dirt in between them. "Strange. I don't know how to explain them." He pauses. "Why are you asking, anyway?"

His eyes flick away and then back to you. Ages ago, you might have thought a sign of anxiety him was a rarity. But you've gotten accustomed to the way his face twitches in fret every time some new human "thing" seems to occur. The need for balanced meals. The need for something resembling night and day. And then there was the long discussion about underclothes--not something you cared to revisit.

"I don't know," you lie.

You let yourself look away from him, back to the only respite you get from the walls of the little house in his abode. The sky is fake and the ground is fake and everything around you is fake.

You don't know how to tell Xiao that it would be nice to know if something in your little world was real, however twisted it might be.

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honey-on-your-tongue · 1 year

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Jake sully w/a corruption kink?!?!?!?

😩😩😩😩

Just fyi, I'm imagining dilf Jake Sully x much younger female reader (20+) so there's an age gap of ab 10-15 yrs???

You don't understand what's wrong with you. You really, really don't. All you know is that it's constantly aching between your thighs, and it's this warm, off sensation that won't let up.

Lately, Jake Sully has been training you, teaching you to hunt and taking you around on his ikran and further helping you perfect your hunting skills. So, you figure, he'll probably be able to help with this.

You go looking for him and find him in the forest, alone, sharpening his knife.

“Jake,” you greet, signing I See you when he glances up at you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he replies. “Don't tell me I forgot about our training session?”

“No, no,” you reply. “I just...I need your help with something.”

“Okay,” Jake says, standing from the rock he was sitting on and walking to stand in front of you. “What's wrong?”

“I don't know,” you reply. “Lately, I just...it just hurts. All the time. And I don't understand why.”

Jake looks you up and down. “What hurts, girl?” he questions.

The wind changes direction, blowing against you, and you get a whiff of Jake's soft, earthy scent. It makes something within you purr, your ears folding back and your eyes threatening to flutter shut from the sudden fire that ignites within you.

Suddenly flustered, you glance away from Jake and look at the ground.

Jake grabs your chin in his hand and pushes your face up so you look into his eyes. “If you don't tell me what hurts, I can't help you, girl,” he tells you.

The feel of his hand on your face has you melting, leaning into the touch, and you hum quietly as the odd feeling between your thighs grows, turning painful. “It hurts,” you complain, ears against your head. “Hurts here,” you add, placing a hand on top of your womb.

Jake's eyes fall to your lower stomach, his heart doing a backflip as he questions, “How does it hurt?”

“I-It burns,” you whine. “And it tickles. And it...it makes me get all weird down here,” you inform him, moving your hand lower, over your pussy.

Jake has a hard time restraining himself. His cock jumps to attention, blood already pumping through it. “What do you mean it makes you all weird down there?” he asks.

“It-it's wet,” you reply, cheeks bushing, eyes avoiding his.

And Jake is about to burst. “Fuck,” he hisses.

Your eyes meet his, concerned. “What's wrong?” you ask. “Is it something bad?”

Jake clicks his tongue. “Well, it's gonna keep bothering you unless you do something 'bout it.”

“What should I do?” you ask, eager. “How do I make it go away?”

Jake licks his lips. “I can help you get rid of it,” he says. “Would you like me to?”

You nod, eager. “Please,” you reply, desperate.

Jake nods at the ground. “Lie on your back, girl,” he instructs.

You're quick to obey, quickly positioning yourself on the soft grass and just watching Jake, your eyes big and wide.

“Spread your legs for me, yeah?” At this, you blush but don't move. Jake sees your hesitance and questions, “You trust me, right, girl?”

“Mhmm,” you reply, nodding.

“Then do as I ask,” he says. “It's the only way for me to help you.”

Nervously, you bend your legs and open them, your loincloth falling between your thighs and hiding your slick cunt.

Jake kneels on the floor in front of you, right between your legs, and he undoes your loincloth and tosses it aside.

Your face is burning, hot and flustered, as Jake's eyes study your pussy. Your clit is pulsing and puffy, your entrance already dripping to the floor, and Jake's cock twitches at the sight.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You poor thing, how long have you been like this?”

“Days,” you reply, voice small.

Jake clicks his tongue. “My poor girl,” he hums. “I'm glad you came to me for help.”

His hands land on your thighs, rough fingers kneading the flesh there before one of his hands climbs all the way up to your cunt. He presses a calloused finger against your clit, and you gasp and jerk.

“This where it hurts?” he asks, his eyes gouging your reaction.

You nod. “Right there,” you reply. “And also...also on the inside.”

“I'll fix that, too,” he tells you before he slides his middle finger inside of you, curling it up to caress a spongey spot inside you that makes you mewl. He places his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow, soft circles against the sentitive bud, reveling in the sounds you make.

“Please, yes, please!” you beg, back arching as Jake's coordination makes you see stars.

“Hmm,” Jake says. “What're you willing to give back to me?” he questions. “What are you willing to do if I help you?”

“What—ah—what do you want?” you ask, mind fuzzy from the pleasure.

“I want y'to promise me that you'll never go to anyone else for help with this. It'll be our little thing, hm?.”

You nod. He increases the strength of his fingers, making your eyes roll back into your head. “Daddy,” you whine. “Daddy!”

Jake smirks at the sound of his new nickname. It makes his cock harder, the need to fuck you strong. “What do you need from daddy, girl?” he asks.

“H-help!” you cry. “Need your help. Hurts s'bad!”

“Aww, you poor thing,” Jake mocks. “Do you even know why it hurts?”

You shake your head. “No, no.”

Jake chuckles softly. You're so innocent, so pure, such a naive little thing. All his to ruin.

“Well, don't you worry 'bout a thing, girl. I'll take care of you,” he promises, his fingers rubbing all the right spots, making your body writhe and tremble at his touch. He then adds his ring finger, applying more pressure to that sensitive spot, making your toes curl, your mouth fall open.

“Yes,” you whine. “Yes, Daddy, please! 'S so good! Please!”

“Yeah, I know,” Jake says. “I know, give it a while longer and you'll be fine, yeah?”

The pleasure within you is tight, growing into a knot within you that feels like it's going to tear you in half. And it's gripping your body, making you see black spots, your heart pumping in your ears.

“Daddy, Daddy,” you gasp.

“A while longer, girl,” he insists.

It's too much, you're not sure you can take anymore.

“S-stop!” you beg. “Daddy, please, don't! 'S too much!”

“Trust me, girl,” Jake says. “You can do it. And you're gonna thank me for it.”

“Daddy! Please, no!” you whine, the pleasure so intense, tears spill from your eyes. “I can't! I can't!”

“Shh, trust me,” Jake coos, his fingers increasing their pace.

And then, suddenly, your entire body goes taut as the pleasure fills you and shakes your every nerve. “Daddy!” you gasp. “Daddy!”

“There we go,” Jake says as he rides your orgasm out. “That's it.”

Slowly, your breathing returns to normal, your body calming down, and that odd feeling is gone.

Jake pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean, his eyes on yours. You blush, and he asks, “Better?”

Softly you nod your head. “Yes. Thank you.”

Jake raises an eyebrow. “Thank you, what?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

-----

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gardens-light · 9 months

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In The Name Of Love

Believing that chaos had settled down, you and the Autobots decide to hit the road again. Leaving the abandoned cathedral behind, and moving on- to where? Neither of you knew. For the next plan of action hadn't been thought yet. But chaos never rests. For little did any of you know, that something else was brewing- a danger so much bigger than yourselves was coming after you.

Content: Events takes place in Transformers- Age of Extinction, (Minor spoilers). Mild coarse language. Reader insert. Optimus Prime x F/Human Reader.

Sparkmate Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 (End)

A small hiss escaped your lips, feeling Tessa's confused stare as you wiggled into a new pair of jeans. Rubbing your behind and upper thighs, as you attempted to soothe the bruising that began to form.

“What happened to you last night?"

"Nothing." You simply spoke, avoiding your sister's gaze as you packed your bag. "I uh... got up to get a drink. Must've lost my footing while going down the stairs."

"Oh really?" Tessa raised a brow, while crossing her arms. "Because I thought you told Dad, that you fell in the pool next door, and Optimus caught you."

A small chuckle left her, as you tried to hide your blushing face. Simply turning your back on Tessa, adjusting the backpack upon your shoulders.

"Th-That's what I meant." You lowly spoke, trying to hide the embarrassment within your tone.

"Here's a tip, Sis." Tessa teased, while patting your shoulder. "One, if you're gonna lie. Stick to one story."

You tilted your head a little, "and the second?" you questioned. Slightly hearing that there was more to your sister's statement.

But all she did was turned and faced you, giving you a cheeky smile. "And two... you're not as quiet, as you think you are..."

---

A sudden screech of Optimus’ wheels filled the air, as he swerved from an oncoming attack. Avoiding a missile, by entering the left lane of the highway.

“What’s happening?” Tessa asked, as her body slid into you. Both of you pressing against the driver's door.

Innocent bystanders blared their horns, as the Autobot cut them off. Causing his passengers to slide against his passenger door, dodging another attack from an unknown enemy ahead.

The roaring sound of Drift’s and Crosshairs’ engines caught your attention, watching them overtake their leader with effortless speed. Returning fire at the enemy, while Hound and Bumblebee escorted cars off the highway and into the field upon the left.

“What the fuck is that?” Shane’s voice yelled.

Your heart raced a little quicker, breath getting stuck in your throat as your wide eyes gazed at the road ahead. Casually strolling towards the Autobots, an unknown Transformer of gun-metal silver caused your hair to stand on end. From what you could tell, no clear sign of Autobot or Deception marked their mechanical body. The two cannons adorning the metal plates of their forearms, caused your stomach to twist in a sickening knot, as the weaponry put Hound’s to shame.

A scream escaped your lips, as Optimus harshly drifted towards the left. Tires screeching more and smoke emerging from the back of the truck, as his brakes pressed against the floor. Optimus’ plates began to shift and change, as he slowly rolled out of his altmode, causing Shane and Cade to fall out of the passenger side. Luckily having a somewhat soft landing as their bodies rolled against the grass.

A low growl escaped the Autobot’s lips, as he clutched you and Tessa against his chassis’ with his free servo, Optimus tore up the tar road as his grip dug into it. Slowing him down just a little, leaving Cade and Shane a few meters behind.

Kneeling against the torn-up road, Optimus looked down at you and Tessa, as he carefully placed the two of you onto the ground. “Are you girls alright?”

“Look out!” but your warning came too late, as a missile from the unknown enemy ripped through Optimus’ shoulder. Green energon seeped from his wounds and onto you, as he tried to use his large mechanical body to shield you from the blast.

“Prime!”

Fear erupted through Optimus’ Spark, his optics widening in disbelief, as a familiar voice boomed from the unknown enemy ahead. Pain clutched onto his wires, as the sound of your sobbing voice called out to him. A scream escaping your lips, as your terrified gaze watched the Autobot take another hit.

“Optimus! Optimus, get up!” You pleaded, reaching out for him. The ground trembling as he landed upon his back. His helm crushing the hood of the white SUV behind him.

“I-I can’t... get out of here. Both of you.” His voice spluttered, groaning in pain as Optimus’ body had trouble moving.

Looking over her shoulder, Tessa saw Cade waving his arms. Gesturing for you and Tessa to come back to him. Her heart ached from racing, breath stolen from her lungs, as her father’s panicky words filled the air. With tears streaming down her face, Tessa wrapped her arms around your waist tightly. Hugging you from behind.

“We need to go, Sis!-”

“I won't leave him!”

With great struggle, Tessa started to pull you backwards. Forcing you towards the direction of the SUV behind Optimus.

“We need to hide!” she protested.

Pushing you into the back passenger seats, Tessa closed the door. Quickly wrapping an arm around your waist, while placing her free hand over your mouth. Muffling your cries.

“Hello Prime.”

“L-Lockdown?” Optimus’ worried optics gazed up at the bounty-hunter. Watching his old foe lower himself to the Autobot’s level. “What are you doing here? Who sent you?”

But Lockdown just gave him a smug expression. “Collecting you... our creators want you back.”

“Cr-Creators? What in Primus name-”

“Haven’t you ever wondered where you came from?” a small scoff escaped his lips. “Did you honestly believe you were born? No, Prime. You were built! Built for a purpose. A purpose you’ve strayed from.”

Lockdown’s green optics narrowed onto the SUV, raising a metal ridge as Optimus tried to discreetly push the veicheal away.

“I feel sorry for you, Prime. Your allegiance to these humans. The trouble with loyalty to a cause, is that the cause will always betray you...”

---

Cade’s worried gaze helplessly watched Lockdown return to his full height. The bounty hunter’s plates shifting and churning, retracting the cannon upon his forearm and revealing a holo-pad. Cade’s pounding heart jumped into his throat, as a daunting UFO emerged from the overcast sky. Hovering over Lockdown, as a small escape pod broke away from the ship.

“No... No! Girls!” Cade screamed running down the road, as fast as he could.

---

You and Tessa frantically watched a net deploy from Lockdown’s escape pod. Covering the SUV and Optimus. The pair of you holding tightly onto one another, both of your voices calling out for Cade.

“Girls! Girls! Get out!” Cade’s voice yelled, his hands slamming against the passenger window.

“Dad! Help us!” your sister pleaded. Tears streamed down her face.

Another slam met the back windscreen. Your wide eyes helplessly witnessed Shane’s bloody knuckles smear against the window.

The engines of Lockdown’s pod fired up, dragging the net upwards. Causing you and Tessa to roll into the SUV’s trunk.

“Girls! Girls! Break the window!”

“I’m trying, Dad!” you spoke. Kicking the rear windscreen as hard as you could.

As the net lifted higher, pain etched throughout Cade’s fingers as he tried to hold on.

“Girls! Keep breaking the glass!”

Tessa’s scared expression witnessed Cade’s sweaty hands. “No! No!”

“I-I can’t hold on!” the burning caused him to hiss. His clutch begging to be released.

“No! Dad don’t leave us!” Tessa pleaded.

“Break! You fucking piece of shit!” your demanding voice roared. As you began to take out all fear and frustration onto the rear windscreen.

“Break the glass, Y/N!-”

“Dad!” you and Tessa screamed. As the pair of you watched Cade fall back down...

In The UFO

“Take those humans to the trash!” Lockdown ordered his small robotic minions.

“No!” Optimus protested. Trying to struggle against his restraints, as the bounty-hunter dragged the Autobot by his pedes. “Lockdown! If you harm them, I’ll-”

“You’ll do what, Prime?” he mocked, barely looking over his shoulder. “Besides, don’t you remember this ship?”

Optimus took a slight look around. Strange prisons held other lifeforms, their snarls and groans filled the air. Parts of the ship looked broken- or more like torn apart. Gun-metal gray covered everything, like it was Lockdown’s signature colour.

“It was built for all you Knights. The ‘Great Crusaders’ to explore the universe. But, as you can see I’ve commandeered it! Made it my own personal prison.”

“Welcome back to the Knights Temeos, Prime.” Lockdown gestured at the center of the ship.

Optimus barely recognized the once great hall, instead of impressive weapons of old. Circular cages and solid prisons with barred doors took their place. The ancient text long stripped away, allowing room for the decapitated heads of Lockdown’s past foes.

“Y-You... You have disgraced it.”

A scoff escaped Lockdown’s lips, as he approached one of the solid prisons. Turning a crank, making the metal bars raise and lock into place.

“You should be grateful, Prime. This is only for the rarest of specimens.” Lockdown spoke with a smile. “The worst of the worst. It’s taken centuries, but I’ve collected all of the Knights. Including you.”

Optimus struggled against Lockdown’s vice grip, as the hunter forced the Prime into the prison. The Autobot groaned in pain, as the hunter forced his arms above his head. Inducing further injury to his damaged shoulder. As the chains harshly nestled against Optimus’ wrists, the Autobot’s optics widened as Lockdown tilted his helm to the side.

A low growl came from the Optimus, as he attempted to shift his body weight away from Lockdown. Trying to stop the hunter’s digits from playing with your iron ring.

“Don’t touch that!”

Lockdown examined Optimus’ course expression. His sly smile widening, as the hunter fiddled with the item. Finding pleasure of how much it annoyed his prisoner, “now why would you have something like this?”

A dark chuckle escaped Lockdown’s lips, “don’t tell me... you’ve interfaced with a human!-”

“Stay away from her!-”

“Oh Prime... wait till your Creators hear about this.” Lockdown teased. “All this species mixing with species. It isn’t right... isn’t normal. It upsets the cosmic balance, and the Creators don’t like it-”

“If any harm comes to Y/N, I’ll have your head!-”

“You were built to do as you were told, Prime!” Lockdown snapped. “The Creators wants to wipe their chessboard clean and start a new. Beginning with you!”

Lockdown’s digits wrapped around your iron ring, ripping it away from Optimus’ wrist and throwing it against the floor.

“No!-”

“You should be ashamed of how far you’ve fallen, Prime!” the hunter spat while exiting the prison. Turning the crank, causing the metal bars to fall down and lock into place. “For she’s just a human!”

“She’s more than that to me.” Optimus lowly spoke, his optics watching your ring roll along the floor. Stopping against the barred door, “but I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand such thing...”

---

You and Tessa remained hidden in the truck of the SUV. Slowly peering over the back passenger seats, frightened eyes looking out the windows. Trying to find some form of familiarity in the alien surroundings.

Small robot minions dragged the vicheal into a circular room, the space of metal walls and floor was tight and small. As the large furness in the middle took up the space. Mechanical tendrils grabbed parts of random metal and junk, effortlessly pulling them apart and throwing them into the furness.

“What the fuck is this place?” you whispered.

“I don’t know.” Tessa climbed over into the back seat, “but I’m not waiting around to find out-”

“Tessa! Wait!”

She slowly opened the back passenger door, once the SUV stopped moving. But her scream filled the air as the sight of Lockdown’s robotic minions greeted her.

A echoey but mechanical scream erupted from the minions, using their claws to try and grab Tessa.

“Tessa!”

She tried kicking one of the minions off her leg, as you clumsily climbed over the back seat. Grabbing a crowbar and smashing the minion's face.

“Get away from my sister!” You yelled.

Finally, achieving some distance between yourselves and the robotic minions, you grabbed Tessa’s hand and ran towards the nearest exit.

“Optimus?”

“Optimus? Where are you?”

Your voices echoed throughout the large hall. Tessa’s grip refused to let your hand go, as your fingers wiggled. Trying to loosen your sister’s grip, as your palms felt hot and sweaty.

Your worried eyes scanned your surroundings, trying to sense your way through strange halls and which direction would be best to follow. Please be alright...

Back On The Ground

“Come on! Come on!” Cade hurriedly spoke to Shane, as Bumblebee’s tires came to a screeching halt.

Both exiting the Camero and running towards the railings of Mehigan Avenue's bypass. People abandoned their cars, as their yelling and screaming voices filled the air. The Autobots changed out of their altmodes, following Cade and Shane’s lead, while Lockdown’s ship hovered above the river nearby.

“This is a bad idea.” Hound grumbled, shrugging his shoulders. “But hey, I’m all for bad ideas.”

Drift helped give Shane and Cade a boost, climbing onto the roof of the ship. As its thrusters slowly picked up speed. All shakily making their way towards an opening within the ceiling of the ship.

“This is crazy.” Shane breathed, slightly peering down into the ship’s metal interior.

“Look.” Cade caught Shane’s attention, “you wanna cut and run? Now’s the time to do so, Lucky Charms.”

“I’m not here to help your get your daughters.” Shane spoke, finding his confidence, “you’re here to help me rescue my girlfriend, and future sister-in-law.”

Cade raised an eyebrow. Cocky bastard...

---

“We’re behind enemy lines now.” Hound lowly warned, as he helped Cade and Shane onto the main platform of the ship. “Lockdown’s ship is bound to have booby traps. So eyes open!”

“Beware of his bone grinders, brain blinders, flesh peelers.” Crosshairs flat tone sounded almost admirable, rather than a warning. As his green optics scanned the main bridge, “also chromosomal inverters, catatonic sludge, black hole trapdoors, and of course, radiation.”

“We must be quick.” Drift encouraged, “we have the element of surprise. Let’s try and use violence as a last resort.”

Most of the Autobot’s silently nodded, but a heavy sigh left Crosshairs. “Well, we looked. They’re not here. Let’s go-”

“What?” Cade challenged, his eyes giving the green Autobot daggers. “Hey! I’m not going anywhere without my daughters-”

“I’m unclear. What’s in it for me?”

“What’s in it for you?!-”

The whirling of Hound’s cannon interrupted Cade, causing him to fall silent and back away from Crosshairs. As the gray Autobot placed the barrel of his weapon, into Crosshairs’ neck.

“Easy. Let’s use words.” Crosshairs spoke, holding his servos up in the air.

“What’s in it for you, is that I don’t kill you.” Hound boldly spoke. “We’re getting the boss back, and the girls. Copy?”

“Okay, okay.” Crosshairs watched Hound slowly withdraw his weapon, “very persuasive. Textbook machismo... well then. We’re going to need to sabotage something.”

“Better hurry.” Drift warned, “because the dark-matter drives are preparing to take off. I give us... ten minutes.”

“Is that what that sound is?” Shane’s panicky tone questioned. “The engines filling up? Are you telling me, that this thing is going to be taking off in ten minutes?”

“Could be nine...” Drift shrugged his shoulders, “worst case... seven-”

“Cade, Shane. Search the cell blocks.” Hound instructed, “we’ll find Optimus.”

“Let’s stop this nightmare ship...”

---

“Optimus?... Optimus?”

Your voice echoed throughout the large hallway, the walls and floor looming over you and Tessa, making you both feel smaller than you already were.

“Where are you?”

“So... how did it start?” Tessa randomly questioned.

You gave Tessa a little side glance, seeing the corners of her mouth turn up a little. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right...” her teasing tone mocked, “because most people totally go from, ‘I’m going to take this alien apart’ to ‘I’m going to fuck it-”

“Tessa! What the fuck?” you questioned between coughs, as you choked on your own breath. “What on Earth are you talking about?-”

“Y/N, I’ve been sneaking around with my boyfriend for months.” Her tone teased, “plus, you’re my sister. I can tell when you’re lying.”

Tessa lightly chuckled, as she watched the blush form across your features.

“But seriously... how did it start?”

A heavy sigh left you, knowing that she wouldn’t stop until you answered her. “I... wouldn’t be able to describe it.” You lowly admitted, trying to avoid Tessa as you felt her smiling gaze. “At first, all I wanted was to figure out how he worked. How I could use their technology to help with Dad’s inventions. Then Optimus came to life, and my thoughts kept reverting back to the reward money you spoke of. So as I begun fixing him, my mind thought that we could gotten more money by handing over a working Transformer, rather than a dead one.”

“What changed?”

“I did.” You simply answered, “the more we talked, the more I realized how wrong I was. The Cybertronians, they’re not simple-minded machines that the government would make us believe. They’re living beings with souls, life, dreams. You should have seen how Optimus spoke about his home world, the hurt and pain I saw within his eyes, as he told me about how their war tore it apart. And the joy that just... just radiated from his Spark as I fixed him. It was like, it had been a very long time since Optimus felt such happiness. Such peace...”

“Kinda sounds like love at first sight.” Tessa spoke.

A small chuckle left you, “I guess you could say that... kinda like you and Shane being Romeo and Juillet.”

Tessa gave you a playful nudge, “I can’t wait to see Dad’s face when he finds out-”

“He’s not- wait. Did you hear that?”

Both of you stopped in the middle of the hallway, the low sound of growling coming to your ears. Hearts slowly picking up rhythm, as your hair stood on end. Eyes widening as the sight of four, mechanical dogs prowled towards you.

“Oh shit-”

“Run. Run!”

Grabbing Tessa’s hand, almost dragging her as you both ran in the opposite direction. Yelps and screams escaped you and Tessa, as you ran from one hallway into another. The sounds of the dogs snarling indicated that they weren’t far behind.

“Quick! Through this way!”

You shoved Tessa through the bars of a cell, following just in time as the dogs tried to bite their way through the bars. The pair of you backed away into a corner, while the dogs continued to bark and snarl. Alerting the minions of your location.

“What we do, Y/N?”

“I’m working on it.”

Both pressed yourselves into the corner, as your terrified expression helplessly watched one of the dogs squeeze itself through the metal bars. The others backed away, allowing the minion to shoot through the bars. Slapping a hand over Tessa’s mouth, muffling her screams as you shoved her into the wall. Using yourself as her shield.

You closed your eyes tightly, preparing to feel the beast’s claws pierce into your back. As you placed a free hand over your mouth, trying to muffle a high pitch scream that slowly began to bubble in your throat.

‘Bang!’

A gunshot echoed throughout the cell, followed by the sound of a canine whine. You and Tessa froze, breaths trembling as you nervously waited for what followed...

---

“They could be anywhere.” Cade muttered. Looking around at his surroundings, as he entered a chamber just outside of the Knights Tomeos. Climbing over the center piece, weaving in and out of the swords that stuck out, as he tried to get a better view.

“It’s like finding a needle in a haystack.”

“We need to find them- whoa! Shit!”

Losing his footing, Cade quickly grabbed the center sword. Slightly pulling it to the side, trying to stop himself from falling any further.

Shane gazed at the floor, as a low rumble echoed beneath them. Cade glanced around as the metal plates of the chamber began to shift and change, walls caving in on themselves and statues of armored knights rose from the floor. The large feature wall behind them revealed an array of weapons.

“Come here! Help me!” Cade shouted, jumping off the center piece and approaching the feature wall. “Grab something that we could use!”

“Ahh... Cade?” Shane whispered after a while. Wide eyes looking at the red lasers scanning the room. “What’s that?”

Strapping an unusual looking cannon to himself, Cade peered over his shoulder. Seeing the minions slowly approaching the entrance to the chamber. “I don’t know. But on my signal, run behind that center thing.”

Silently counting to three, Cade quickly leapt away from the wall. Grabbing Shane and pulling him behind the center piece.

“I’m not going down without a fight!” he groaned, holding the weapon and placing a free hand upon Shane’s shoulder. “They’re going to turn that corner, and we’re gonna take them! You ready, or you gonna bitch out on me?”

“No! I’ve got your back!” Shane bravely spoke.

“Are you ready?”

“Absolutely!”

The sound of the minions' footsteps came closer. Causing Shane’s already fast beating heart to pulse a little more rapidly.

“Don’t bitch out on me, Romeo! Are you ready?”

“Yeah! Yeah!” Shane hurriedly spoke. Waiting for Cade’s count down from three.

“Two! One!-”

“Wait! Wait!” Shane cried, jumping out of his hiding spot. His terrified expression gazing at the minions who aimed their weapons at him. “I surrender! I surrender!”

Fucking knew it! Cade’s thoughts hissed. Still hiding behind the center piece.

Adrenaline running through his veins, Shane threw the weapon onto the metal floor. Quickly hiding for cover again, as the weapon fired. Causing a bullet to ricochet off the walls, and into the minions.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!-”

“What’d you do?” Cade asked, cutting off Shane’s frantic apology. “How’d you do that?”

“I have no idea!”

“What my daughter sees in you is beyond me!”

After fidgeting with the weapon for a moment, Cade’s eyes lit up in excitement as the cannon whirled to life. Lighting up with a purple hue.

“Stay here, Lucky Charms!”

Moving away from the center piece, Cade unleashed a wave of gunfire upon the minions. Standing his ground, as his adrenaline beating heart surged excitement through his veins. Allowing the bullets to pierce into the mechanical beings, tearing them apart.

“I’m so gonna patent this shit!”

---

“That was Dad!” Tessa whispered.

Tessa quickly maneuvered around the mechanical dog, its whines echoing throughout the cell. It tried to nip at your ankle as you stepped over it. But as you looked down, your heart ached a little as energon pooled beneath its body. A mixture of snarls and whines escaped its throat, orange sparks zapped out of its mechanical joins, causing the creature to wince in pain.

The glowing of the Matrix caught your attention. Carefully pulling out the pendant from under your collar, eyes shifting between the pendant and the injured beast.

Sensing your hesitation, Tessa looked over her shoulder. Pulling a confused expression, as she watched you kneel beside the creature.

“What are you doing?-”

“Hang on for a sec.” You whispered, “I just wanna try something.”

Your hand hovered over the dog’s forehead, flinching a little whenever it tried to bite you.

“That thing isn’t like the Autobots!” Tessa hissed, “Dad’s trying to find us!”

“I just need a minute.”

Your fingertips quickly scratched behind the beast’s ear, before bringing your hand back to hover above its nose again. Allowing the dog to catch your sent, between each testing pat.

“You’re alright, boy.” You cooed, while scratching lightly behind its ear. Using your free hand to remove the necklace, allowing The Matrix pendant to carefully hover over the wound upon its belly. “Let me help you.”

The Matrix glowed brightly, small blue sparks clashed with the orange ones, that zapped out of the dog’s wound. The beast continued to whine, its body twisting in pain.

“Good boy. Good boy.” Your voice hummed, gently scratching underneath its chin.

The Matrix hummed, spinning rapidly causing the chain to twist in your hand. Before a blue flash burst over the beast. A low pant escaped its mouth, as you watched the dog struggle onto its feet. The red glow in its optics fading and changing to a brilliant blue.

You smiled at the creature, its mechanical tail wagging while barking happily at you.

You turned back to Tessa, her dumbfounded expression gazing at you as her jaw hung low.

“What? I’ve always wanted a dog.” You spoke with a smile, placing the necklace around your neck again. “Come along, Torgal.”

---

“Dad!”

“Girls! Girls! Over here!” Cade yelled, quickly approaching the entrance of the chamber.

A huge smile spread across his features, as Tessa ran into the chamber. Opening his arms wide, preparing to embrace your sister.

“Shane! I love you!” her voice cried, flinging herself into Shane’s arms. While Cade stood beside them with an unamused expression, “I love you! You saved me! You came back for me!”

“Of course, I did.” Shane cooed into Tessa’s ear, running his hand through her blonde locks. “I will fight to the ends of the Earth, just to bring you back.”

“Oh, yeah. He saved you. Sure.” Cade muttered, a small smile teased the corners of his lips, as your sweet chuckles came to his ears. “Y/N...”

You wrapped your arms around Cade, feeling him embrace you tightly. “I’m so sorry, Dad-”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Sweetie.” He cooed into your ear. “I’m just glad to have my girls back-”

“Optimus!” You cried, catching a glimpse of the Autobot in his cell. As you looked over Cade’s shoulder.

Cade winced as you accidentally shouted into his ear. Pulling away from his embrace and running into the Knights Tomeos.

“Can’t you girls be happy to see me for once?” Cade sighed, raising an eyebrow as his eyes watched the mechanical dog follow you.

You approached the bars, banging your palm against the metal. “Optimus! Optimus, it’s me!-”

“Y/N?...” Optimus’ optics needed a moment to focus, before realization sunk in. “Sweet Spark!”

“I’m here! Just hold on!-”

“Big boy coming through!” Hound’s voice boomed from the hallway, “move! Move!” the Autobot demanded as he stormed through the entrance. Causing Tessa, Shane and Cade to scatter out of the way.

“Boys! Boys, over here!” you shouted, banging your palm against the cell. As Torgal tried to claw and bite his way through the bars.

“Nice find, Y/N!” Hound complimented, quickly approaching your side, as his optics roughly studied the barred door. “Alright, Little Lady. Back up-”

“Hold on, boss! We’re coming!” Crosshairs called out.

Letting out a grunt, Hound forced the door open. Allowing you to enter, as he quickly got to work of releasing Optimus from his restraints.

“The arms of this Knight Ship detach.” Optimus spoke. “We can break fee. It’s a separate ship-”

“Where’s the cockpit?” Crosshairs asked, “right or left?”

“Right.”

“I’m on it-”

“Y/N.” You looked up at Optimus, his helm lowering as he tried to rest against your forehead. “Are you hurt? Did Lockdown do anything?”

“No.” Your calming voice soothed his aching Spark, “I’m alright. I’m not hurt in any way.”

“Not knowing what happened to you, my Sweet Spark... I feared the worst.”

You placed your hand upon his cheek, caressing Optimus’ faceplate with your thumb. “Hopefully this would wipe away any fears.”

A loving hum vibrated through Optimus’ Spark, as your lips softly enclosed over his. Both closed your eyes, as Optimus finally felt his arms fall free from his restraints. Wrapping his servo around your waist, as you melted into his embrace.

“Break it up lovebirds.” Hound interrupted, “we’ve got a ship to catch.”

“You’re right, Hound.” Optimus spoke, breaking apart from your lips as his servo lifted you up. Gently holding you against his chassis. “Lockdown would be in Deep Space before he realizes I’m gone.”

Torgal sniffed at your iron ring upon the floor, barking at you as he got yours and Optimus’ scent.

The Prime smiled down at the dog, as Torgal carefully picked up the item with his mouth. Dropping it into the palm of Optimus’ free servo.

“Would you do me the honor of placing this back on?”

You smiled, reaching for the iron ring and threading it through the cables of his wrist. “Of course, my love.”

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